So, this is mainly a Logan chapter (as you can tell by the title), but I'm planning on throwing some Jarlos in at the end.

Hope ya'll like it!

Updated: 07/31/2013

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Logan was sitting in his bedroom when a hesitant knock sounded on his bedroom door. He didn't bother saying 'come in'; he knew, whoever it was, would come in anyway.

And he was right. Slowly, the door opened to reveal his mom.

"Logan… your brother and sister have informed me that… you're in a relationship with a young man named Kendall?" Logan groaned and closed the book that he was reading.

"I knew this was coming…" he said quietly, anger lacing his usually calm face. His mom sighed but closed the door behind her, moving deeper into the room.

"Logan-"

"Mom, I know what I'm doing."

"I know you think you do, but James told me that you've already injured two boys for messing with this young man."

"Mom, I don't have to explain myself to you."

"Logan."

"Mom. I've got it under control. I promise."

"Logan. I… I can tell you care deeply for this boy, but… you've got to be careful. You don't want a re-"

"I won't have a relapse! I'm under control. I swear."

"Have you been taking your medicine?"

"I don't need it anymore, remember?"

"No. You just didn't need it when you were stable. And I'm afraid that you might be losing control Logan. Do you really want to hurt that poor kid?"

"He's not a kid!" Logan exclaimed, standing up suddenly and glaring at his mom, his hands clenched into fists by his sides. She stood her ground and crossed her arms and glared back. "I…I'm sorry. I just…I'm sorry."

"I know Logan," she said, her stare softening. "Please, just be careful… When do I get to meet this boy?"

"What?! So you can tell him what a freak your son is? And tell him to stay away from me? WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?! I WON'T LET YOU TAKE HIM FROM ME!"

"Logan." He was breathing fast, eyes wild. He took a couple of deep breaths and rubbed his face tiredly. "I will not tell him anything that you haven't told him. I suggest you tell him though…"

"I can't," he said, now sounding sad. He sat back on his bed and placed his head in his hands. She sat next to him and rubbed his back soothingly. "I don't want your pity!" he said, standing up and moving away from his mom.

"You're my son, and I can damn well pity you if I want," she said, now beginning to get angry. "I'm only concerned for your health and the safety of this young man! If he makes you happy, well that's great! But I'm not going to let you hurt yourself over this! Because, even though you are 16 heading towards 17, you are, and will always be, my son! I only want you to be safe." He looked at her before collapsing to his knees on the floor. "Logan!"

"I'm fine," he said quietly, hands cradling his head. "I just… I don't want this to happen again. But I can't tell him-"

"Yes you can. If he really cares about you, he'll understand." He looked up at her, the pain he was feeling clear in his chocolate brown eyes.

"You think so?"

"Yes. I really do." He gave her a weak smile and she patted him on the head and was about to leave his room before she turned around. "I do really want to meet him sometime. As well as James' "friend"." Logan chuckled and nodded.

"I'll see what I can do."

…

James and Camille jumped when the door to James' room slammed open to reveal a seething Logan. Both of his siblings exchanged a nervous look with the other before giving him guilty smiles.

"Why did you tell mom about Kendall?!"

"We felt like you were losing control!" Camille cried out desperately, practically begging for him to understand.

"That doesn't give you two the right-"

"It does give us a right," James said, standing up to face his brother, a determined look on his face. "You would hate yourself if you hurt Kendall, Loges." Logan mulled over this before giving them another glare.

"Mom wants me back on my meds."

"We think that's a good idea."

"I'm not going to do it."

"Logan," James said, moving towards him. "Remember the other boy? Remember what happened?" Logan bristled at this.

"SHUT UP! I DON'T WANT TO THINK ABOUT THAT!" he placed his hands over his ears and scrunched up his eyes.

"Logan," Camille said, pulling his hands away, "you're my big brother. I don't want to see anything bad happen to you and Kendall. That boy is so insanely crazy about you… You've got to understand that. You don't want to hurt him do you?"

"Of course not!"

"Then just… calm down. Okay?" He nodded and hugged her.

"Thanks Camille. You're the best little sister."

"Nah, I've met Kendall's. She's pretty badass for an 11-year old."

~Jarlos~

"Where is everyone?" Carlos asked nervously, following his boyfriend into the silent house.

"My dad, mom, Camille, and Logan went to a movie. Then they're going out to eat. They'll be gone a while…" James said carelessly as he grabbed Carlos hand and began to pull him towards his room.

"Why didn't you go with them?"

"I told them I didn't feel good, which was a big fat lie. Logan and I got in an… argument earlier, and I just wanted to spend some time with you."

"What did you fight about?" James stopped at this and frowned. "What is it? Was it about Kendall?"

"…In a sense… It's nothing bad!" he said, seeing the look on his boyfriend's face. "It's just… complicated. Logan will explain when he's ready, so you don't worry your sexy little head about it okay?" Carlos blushed at this, making James chuckle. "Now come on."

"…What are we gonna do?" Carlos asked as they entered James' room. "James?"

"Once again, don't worry," he said, giving Carlos a loving kiss. "This is to make up for all the fighting we've been doing." Carlos opened his mouth to argue, but James shushed him. "Just because we haven't done it verbally doesn't me we haven't." Carlos nodded and let James lead him to his bed. "Sit, make yourself comfy."

"James-"

"Carlos," James said, sitting next to him on the bed, "Just relax okay? You seem nervous…"

"I am," he whispered, making James chuckle.

"Don't be," he said, cupping his face. "Just… trust me, okay?" Carlos nodded and James leaned forward, kissing him softly. Carlos kissed back before pulling away.

"James… what are you planning?" James sighed and shook his head.

"You can read me like a book huh?" Carlos smiled and nodded. "Well… I know you feel like I've been pushing you lately… and I really don't mean too. So… I want to make it up to you."

"…How...?"

"Just… relax okay?" Carlos nodded and James pushed him back on the bed.

"James-"

"Carlos. Please. Just… close your eyes, k?" Carlos nodded and felt his eyes slip close; even so, he was very alert to everything around him. He could tell James was moving around a bit before settling halfway next to him. Then, he felt a hand tilt his head back a bit, exposing his neck; next, he felt warm breath on his exposed skin before light kisses were pressed against his neck. He shivered as a hand slid down his chest and pulled his shirt up some, exposing his stomach.

"James," he whispered, fear clear in his voice, "what are you-"

"Shh. It's gonna be okay," James whispered in his ear, his hand tracing patterns softly on the smooth skin of his stomach. Then, he slowly brought his hand towards Carlos' pants, unbuttoning them and pulling down the zipper. He pulled away from kissing Carlos' neck to see what he was doing; nudging him a bit, he pulled his jeans down and began to kiss along his stomach while his fingers strayed to the edge of the boxers.

"J-James." That was all Carlos could get out as he took a deep, shaky breath; next thing he knew, a long-fingered hand had slid down his boxers and was gripping him. His back lifted up off the bed a bit as he gave a shaky gasp.

"It's okay," the breathy voice of his boyfriend said in his ear, "I told you I was going to make it up to you." All Carlos could do was give a jerky nod – he wasn't used to having a hand, besides his own, touch him there. Although Carlos couldn't see him, he could tell James was smirking at him.

Then, almost carefully, a pair of lips pressed delicately against him. He gasped and his eyes flew open as more kisses were pressed against him.

"Jameswhatareyoudoing?!" he got out in one breath, feeling the deep chuckle resonate across his skin. Instead of an answer, Carlos felt James take him completely in his mouth. He jerked and a hand involuntarily flew to James' hair, making the older boy moan a little bit. "James!" He chuckled and pulled away after a few minutes.

"Carlos… Can I try something?" Carlos nodded dazedly as he tried to catch his breath. James smiled and began to rummage in his night stand drawer for something. Carlos, still dazed, didn't really seem to take notice of what his boyfriend was doing, until he was back to being level with his waist. "Carlos… I want to you relax okay? This is gonna feel… weird and different, but relax, alright?"

"Mhm," Carlos said, because, as soon as James had finished talking, he had already taken Carlos back in his mouth. Carlos closed his eyes again and moaned at the amazing things James was doing to him with his tongue. At first, he didn't notice a hand moving down towards him; he didn't really notice the feeling of light pressure pushing against him.

What he did notice, though, was when a slick finger pushed inside of him; his back arched, his eyes flew open, and he let out a shaky, terrified gasp.

"J-James-" But that was all he got out as his head lolled back in pleasure; James had added another finger to his ministrations. He began to breathe heavily, close to reaching his peak. James seemed to notice this as well, for he quickened his movements right before curling his fingers just a bit. Carlos' back arched again and he let out a very loud, very pleased sounding "James!" right before he released himself into James' waiting mouth. James took it all before pulling away from him. Carlos' eyes were still closed, and his breathing ragged. James chuckled and pulled his boyfriend's pants and boxers back up.

"You okay?"

"Mhm."

"You sure?"

"Mhm." Carlos looked at James finally and gave him a weak smile. "That was…"

"Fun?" James finished for him, watching as he tried to sit up a bit.

"I was going to say 'amazing', but fun works too." James let out a small laugh and kissed Carlos on the forehead.

"I wanted to make up for pressuring you. I hope you don't mind…"

"No, that was…"

"I know."

The two of them sat in silence for a while, Carlos in James' arms, when finally, Carlos seemed to be of stable mind enough to ask the question that had been needling the back of his lust-filled hazy mind.

"What's wrong with Logan?" James looked down into the brown-gold eyes of his boyfriend, shocked at this question.

"…Uh…"

…

Daaaang this chapter was loooong.

Now the question is… should I make this M-rated? Please let me know what you think!

See you soon.

-JustMe133