1) Yes, this story is finished. This is just an add-on scene that may or may not have everything to do with an itch to write bandana bondage.

2) This is for my dear DeadPetSparky, who answered my drinking games question with a total gem of a game. She has the patience of Job and hasn't even gotten mad even though this is like two months late. As for why this is so late, [insert believable excuse here].

3) WARNING: shameless PWP ahead.

Carlos, bless him, had never seen Chicago. The Windy City was the next stop on their tour, and the second Kendall had heard of this outrage, he'd promised to take Carlos touring. It was a relief not to have to think of an excuse not to join them; the tour was taking it out of all of them, and no one would question Logan and James' motives when they begged exhaustion.

"Call when you're on the way back," Logan reminded them as they sauntered out the door, not minding the 'yes mom' Carlos threw over his shoulder.

James was on Logan the second the taxi bearing Carlos and Kendall into the heart of the city pulled away from the lot in which the bus was docked. They hadn't touched each other in nearly a week, hadn't fucked in even longer, due to a number of factors that all basically boiled down to Kendall and Carlos sticking their noses where they didn't belong. Logan was horny, James was near death from blue balls, and the bus was now, mercifully, empty.

Logan pushed his fingers into James' hair and kissed him deeply and quickly, almost as a formality before pulling back to strip. James might have laughed at him for his eagerness, had James not also been struggling with his own clothes. "Where?" he asked, looking meaningfully towards the couch in the main lounge.

Logan considered it for a second before his sense of propriety got the better of him. Doing it on the couch they all sat and hung out on was just rude. He shook his head. "Bunks."

James grabbed him by the arm and pulled him down the bunk hall, throwing himself onto Logan's bunk and tugging for Logan to follow. James had been letting his hair grow out some, and it fanned out on the pillow around his head. Logan reached up to run his fingers through it and James huffed a sigh. "Just get the lube and fuck me already," he said petulantly.

"Gagging for it, aren't you?" Logan teased, bracing himself on one arm while he rummaged in a drawer under the bunk for the familiar little bottle.

"We have to figure out how to do this more often," James groaned, stilling his fingers where they were skating over Logan's ass. "I'm just gonna have to buy a dildo otherwise."

Logan nearly choked, his hand closing involuntarily around a wad of fabric in the drawer. "You'd seriously want—with a dildo?" he stuttered, his mind creating a rapidfire series of filthy images for him that sent lust curling tight in his belly.

James grinned at the flush covering Logan's face. "Shit, yeah, I would. I could do it in my bunk. Bite my pillow to keep quiet. Shove that thing in and out of my ass until I came." Logan made a noise in the back of his throat. He dumped the fabric he had grabbed onto the bed and brought his hand to his cock, stroking while James talked. James ran his hands up and down Logan's back, pausing every stroke to dip between his cheeks. "Unless you'd want to be there too…? I could get one that vibrates, Logan, and you could hold me down. You could tie me down, work my ass with it." Logan bit his lip and held James' gaze, blushing to the tips of his ears. He pumped his hand on his dick. "I'd be screaming, it'd feel so good. You could pull it out and fuck me yourself. I'd come so hard—you wouldn't even have to touch me."

Logan moaned. "You wanna be tied up? You like that?"

"Why don't you tie me up and find out?" James replied, a creampot smile on his lips.

"Really?" Logan breathed. James nodded. Something tugged at a neuron in his brain, though, something he'd read on the internet. It was probably silly, but… "Wait, wait, I think we need a safeword."

James stared at him incredulously. "Aw, Logan, come on. Quit killing the mood."

"Nope. Safe word. To keep things kosher."

"We're not even doing anything kinky," James protested. Logan glared. "Fine, fine, Jesus. How about 'Carlos.'"

"What about Carlos?"

"As a safeword. If I'm yelling his name while having sex with you, something is seriously wrong." James chuckled.

"It's not a joke, James. Ugh. Fine. 'Carlos' is our safeword. God."

"See? You killed the mood." James dragged him down and fastened their lips together. Their hips rubbed in small circles, dragging their cocks against each other, and soon Logan was considering the merits of just frotting until he came. James' hand suddenly came down against his ass in a sharp slap. "Tie me up. I want it," he groaned, so Logan obediently sat up and glanced around for something suitable for bondage.

His gaze finally alighted on the wad of fabric he'd pulled from the drawer. It turned out to be an assortment of James' favorite dorky bandanas—two purples and a blue. Perfect.

"Arms over your head," he ordered in the least-convincing voice of authority ever, but James complied, smirking. The headboard of the bunk was slatted and fused to the wall in several places, but Logan managed to find comfortable areas to loop the purple bandanas around. He fashioned them like two sets of handcuffs, with one end tied around the bunk and one around James' wrist. It took some time, but when he finished and sat back on his haunches, James strained against the makeshift bonds and they miraculously held fast. "Your circulation is unimpeded, yes?"

"What?" James muttered, still testing out the bandanas.

"You can still feel your hands?"

"Yeah, they're fine, fuck me."

Logan started to reach for the lube once more when a better idea ran through his head. "Yeah, I don't think so."

James looked at him questioningly as he bent his head to touch his lips to the edge of the curling thatch of hair at the top of James' dick. He dragged his tongue into the groove between his abs and pulled upwards, licking a stripe to his chest. James breathed out slowly and his stomach muscles quivered when Logan followed the line with a stream of cool air from his lips. He turned and bit sharply at a nipple, then laved away the pain with his tongue. He did the same to the other, rolling the nub between his lips and blowing on it, drawing a quiet gasp from James.

He looked up to find James' eyes locked on him, two spots of color high on his cheeks. Logan wished he could talk dirty like James, but that was a different hurdle for a different day. Right now the sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing would have to suffice. Logan ran his hands over James' torso, keeping his touches featherlight and moving agonizingly slowly towards James' cock. He skimmed around the base and James made a hopeful noise, but Logan just continued south over his thighs.

"Logan," James huffed. His hands were holding onto the cloth of the bandanas like lifelines. Logan stilled.

"Beg."

"What?"

"Beg," Logan repeated, wetting his lips with a slide of his tongue.

James' eyes were hooded and heavy. "Please. Please please please."

Logan grinned and wrapped a hand around James' cock, giving him about five pumps while his body undulated up into his grip with the relief. Then Logan let go, thoroughly ignoring James' whine. He brought his hands down to wrap under James' thighs and push them wider apart, fingers slipping in the sweat gathered there. He coaxed his knees to bend and took a moment to enjoy the view, thoroughly appreciating James spread out for him like this.

"You're gorgeous, you know," he said, smirking to take the sappiness out of the words. James rolled his eyes, but looked pleased nonetheless. Logan ran the backs of two fingers up and down James' shaft and thumbed the head while James' hips stuttered and he gasped; he thumped his head back against the pillow when Logan cupped and rolled his balls, and sighed with relief when Logan released him to snap open the bottle of lube and dribble some over his fingers.

He wasn't gentle when he pushed two fingers in, but right now James didn't need gentle. James moaned deep and low and his hands strained at the bonds. Logan crawled up to kiss him while he worked him from the inside, but James kept breaking away to pant. "Logan," he gasped, arching to rub himself against whatever of Logan he could reach. "Logan, Logan—" He cried out and shook and Logan felt his come splash against his stomach.

Logan withdrew his fingers and pushed himself up on his arms to hang over James. He was trying not to laugh, but his mouth twisted and a snort escaped. James was flushed and breathing hard beneath him, but he opened his eyes to glare at Logan at the sound.

"Shut up," he whined, voice hoarse.

"James, I barely touched you!"

"It was really hot, okay?"

"Thought you were supposed to have all this amazing stamina," Logan teased, grabbing the unused blue bandana to wipe the come off them both. James stuck his tongue out and his eyes drifted down to Logan's untouched erection. Logan very much agreed; it was undeniably his turn. He shuffled over to untie James, but James stopped him before he could reach the knots.

"Wait. Leave it—let me blow you."

"What, like that? I'll choke you!" Logan was running through diagrams of the human throat in his head and couldn't find an angle that wouldn't leave James gagging.

"No you won't. I'll be fine. Come on, please?" James bit his lip and so Logan had to give in. He put another pillow behind James' head first, though, not sure if that would help matters or not.

A few awkward moments of shuffling later had him with his knees on either side of James' neck, practically smashed against the ceiling as he tried to bend double. It wasn't the most comfortable of positions, but the head of his cock was brushing James' lips deliciously and James looked about as turned on as Logan felt. James, it seemed, had been hiding a few more kinks than Logan expected.

"Fuck my mouth," James whispered, and Logan's own mouth fell open. Still, he pressed his hips forward and pushed his cock into James' mouth. He refused to go anywhere near James' throat, so he pulled back out after only about two inches were encased. In and out and in and out and the pressure and heat of James' mouth were incredible, and combined with the flicks and presses of his tongue, Logan was having a tough time keeping rhythm. He grunted and petted James' hair, spasming when James let his teeth scrape gently along his length. He was well on his way to coming.

James closed his mouth when Logan next pulled out. Logan paused, and James said, "I'm hard again. Fuck me?"

"Yeah, God. Hang on." Getting out of his position was trickier than it seemed, and eventually he managed it with a move worthy of one of their music videos. If their music videos had been x-rated, of course. "Gonna come in like two seconds," he confessed as he felt around for a condom.

"Don't care. Want you," James moaned, shifting on the bed.

Logan's generic Verizon ringtone blasted from the opposite bunk.

"It could be your mom," James said desperately as Logan vaulted from the bunk to scoop up the phone, wincing as his erection bounced unpleasantly against his stomach. How much time had passed? Surely they couldn't be coming back yet!

"Or it could be Kendall and Carlos on their—" he punched the 'answer' button "—Carlos! Hi! How are you?" Logan was dimly aware he was talking like an idiot, but panic had taken the reins. "How far away? Super! See you soon! Bye now!"

He hung up and tossed the phone in the general direction of the bunk as he dove back onto the bed and scooted up by his head. His fingers scrabbled at the knots in the bandanas. "What? Are they close?" James asked, catching his panic like the flu.

"Five minutes away. Fuck I can't get these damn things untied!" The knots had been pulled rock-solid by James' straining and no amount of digging on Logan's part was going to loosen them. "I'm getting scissors."

"No!" James yipped in horror. "You can't cut up my bandanas!"

"Do you understand our situation?" Logan hissed, already on his way to the kitchen. He came back with a pair of silver safety scissors that he used to cleave through the fabric. James squeezed his eyes shut the whole time, as if Logan were cutting off a limb.

Freed, James sat up and rubbed his wrists as Logan cut the ties free of the headboard and stashed them in the back of the drawer they had come from, to be disposed of discreetly at their next stop. The blue bandana he tossed in with James' laundry. "Clothes!" he ordered, and the next two minutes were spent finding their outfits that had been tossed around the bus in their haste to fuck.

"What else?" Logan asked, turning around in panicky circles to look for clues that would give them away. "The smell! It smells like sex in here. I'm getting the Febreze."

"No you're not," James said, grabbing him around the waist and pulling him against his taller form. "It smells fine. Everything's fine. Calm down." He pressed a kiss against the back of Logan's head. "You're being neurotic, babe."

James' mouth snapped shut with an audible click of teeth, Logan froze, eyes wide, and Kendall's and Carlos' voices could be heard just outside the bus. It was time to go back to being friends instead of official unofficial boyfriends, but…

Babe?