Yes. I am back. And I'm not on time again. Fuck. So just start expecting these either on Friday or Saturday. Blah. So, I've been thinking. I think I would be a good lawyer. Why, you may ask?

Because I like exploiting the legal system for money.

Have I done that yet?

No. But that doesn't matter. Yet. Anyway, this chapter took a bit longer than I had expected it to. Mostly because I had a few ideas, but they were scattered and undeveloped and I didn't want to disappoint my loving fans and minions.

Oh, just a little something. I don't know if you are, but I would appreciate it if you would look at the chapter titles. They don't mean anything, but they're somehow connected to the actual chapter content. Especially this one… ;)

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush! Trust me! If I did, there wouldn't be a need to write this! We'd all be getting our daily dose of gay just by watching it! (Not that I don't with Big Time Crib, but you catch my drift.)

Warnings: Yaoi, slash, guy on guy, that genre! Foul language and later on some serious, explicit smexing. No likey, no read-y!

I really don't think we should be doing this…

Well, I won't force you into anything.

Thank you. That's a relief.

Thought so. But I never said I would push myself into certain matters… ;)

Sexy.

Really?

No.

Damn.

I gulped. It was just a short part of their conversation via text, but it could have been worse.

Oh, god. I was losing Logan and my sanity!

Over the past couple of weeks, he would leave to hang out with John (ugh) more and more. It seemed like he left whenever possible. He would leave for hours on end, then return, and just retreat into his room without a word.

One day, after around two weeks, I turned to Camille for help.

"I just don't know what to do!" I cried. "I don't want to hurt him, but Jesus Christ, man! Does he not see that I'm having daily nervous breakdowns?"

Camille put a hand on my shoulder. "Sweetie, no offense, but you may have brought this upon yourself." She said gently.

I looked at her. "How?"

"Well, you could have just asked him out. Instead, you ended up just pushing him away." She gave me a sympathetic look.

Suddenly, I got an idea, as I did often. "I have an idea." I stated. I turned to Camille. "Thank you." I said it deliberately.

She looked confused. "Um…you're welcome?"

I grinned and stood up, rushing off to 2J to find the rest of Big Time Rush.

**FF**

-Logan's POV-

I was reading a book quietly on the couch while Carlos and James were zoning out watching New Moon on HBO.

I almost laughed whenever I looked up at James and saw him pressing a pillow to his face with tears in his eyes.

Seriously, how did I ever think he was straight?

Suddenly, the door burst open. Knowing it was Kendall, I only glanced up to steal another longing look, one out of millions.

What he did…

Surprised me, to say the least.

He walked up to James, leaned down, and pecked him on the cheek, his eyes glued to the TV screen. "New Moon, huh? Cute." He smiled down at his sandy-haired boyfriend. Said brunette looked up at the blonde, facing the opposite wall than me, so I couldn't see his expression.

-Kendall's POV-

Yes.

That was my plan.

To kick it up a few notches. More like five. Maybe seven.

It sent a pang of agony shuddering through my heart to brush my lips against James' cheek and act like it didn't mean anything, but it was possible. When I straightened, James looked up at me, his eyes glittering with only one question.

What the fuckin' fuck?

I gave him a fake smile as my only reply. He raised an eyebrow, but understood what I was trying to initiate. He scooted over a little and made room for me. I sat down next to him, wrapping my arm around his shoulders.

At that moment, Logan chose to snap his book closed and stand up. "See ya." He said, walking over to his room.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Carlos cried, pausing the TV. "Where does the genius think he's going?" He asked in an almost condescending tone.

Logan froze slightly at the door to their room, as if thinking of an answer. "Somewhere with less noise and hot, half naked men." He opened the door and walked in, closing it tightly.

Carlos gritted his teeth, glaring at the door. He looked at James and I. "You don't have to answer this, but please just tell me you recognize the elephant in the room."

He didn't wait for a reply. He just turned the movie back on.

I didn't pay attention to the suckish, no-depth-plot, and retarded vampire movie. I was staring at the door, realizing that what Camille had said was truer than I had realized.

-Logan's POV-

Sitting on my bed, I stared at my book. Fuck, it didn't interest me anymore.

Kendall and James had been a step above prudish for weeks. The closest their lips had ever been was when James had tripped over a sleeping Carlos and landed on Kendall. They had laughed it off, hugging, then stood up and woke the Latino up.

And now this?

This was like, if Katie brought Tyler home and started making out with him in front of all of us.

Not good.

Suddenly, my phone rang. The song was the song Toxic by Britney Spears. Guess who it was set for. John had set it himself, and I didn't have the heart to change it. Only at that moment did I truly appreciate the way that, whenever I hung out with John, he would blast up the volume to seven out of seven.

The other guys could hear it.

I smirked, silently thanking John. The big perv had his moments. I finally answered. "Hello?"

**FF**

-Kendall's POV-

It was about half an hour after the movie. I had gotten pretty hungry, so I was eating Cinnamon Toast Crunch on the couch while watching TV and occasionally petting James' hair, whose head was in my lap.

And then, Logan walked out of his room. He smiled at us. "Aw! You guys are so cute!" He gushed. He laughed at himself. "Wow, that was girly." He said, continuing towards the door.

"Where you going?" I asked, trying to sound aloof.

"John says he has something to show me." He replied, taking out his phone. He quirked an eyebrow. "He says it's 'big and I'll love it'."

I choked slightly on my cereal. I shot James a look that said 'is he really that naive?' James replied with a wide-eyed look that said 'I thought he was the smart one!'

Logan shrugged. "Whatever. I'll be back in a few hours." When he opened the door, it revealed Carlos reaching for the doorknob.

Said Latino raised an eyebrow. "John?"

Logan smiled. "He has a present for me!" He ran off.

Carlos stared at the door as he stepped in. "…I bet he does." He muttered, turning to us. He froze, his eyes fixed to somewhere I couldn't tell. "Well. Didn't expect that." He coughed, then retreated to his room.

James paused. "Can we stop this act for the night?" He finally asked.

"Fine." I responded, shifting away from him. He straightened and stood up.

"I'm gonna practice What We Can Be for a while before bed, okay?" He announced.

"Just don't stay up to late, you hear me?" I said, not looking at him. My brain was still trying to wrap around the fact that…that…Logan…John…wah!

"Yeah, yeah." I could practically hear James rolling his eyes.

I flicked my gaze up to him. "I mean it, James. I'll be in at about midnight. Be asleep by then."

He sighed heavily. "Fine." He trudged into his room. When his door closed, Carlos' door opened. He poked his head in.

"Hey, I need to talk to you." He said.

I looked up at him. "Uh…sure. What's up?" I put my cereal down. Seemed like the universe was against me eating it.

"Um…it's kinda hard to say…" He said, looking uncomfortable. He shifted his weight from foot to foot.

I patted the couch next to me. "C'mon. You know you can talk to me." I said. I smiled for good measure.

He sat down on the other side of the couch. "You…" He took a deep breath. "You like Logan."

I was glad I wasn't eating anymore.

'Cause if I was, I would've died choking.

"I know you do! I've seen the way you look at him!" He hissed, his fist clenching around an unfortunate pillow.

I finally found my voice. "And?" I tried to sound like I wasn't freaking out.

"You're not really dating James! Don't you think that's a little unfair to all three of you?"

I shrugged. "Maybe. What's your point?"

He groaned. "My point is that you should get over your damn self and just get Logan before he hurts himself with John. But no. The first time you've ever been shy in your entire fucking life is now, even though he's about to lose his virginity!"

"Okay!" I finally snapped. "I get it! I fucked up! Jesus, I already knew that! Don't rub it in my fucking face!"

"I just felt it needed to be said out loud for you to get it." He huffed, standing up and walking away.

I groaned and glared at the ceiling. "Fuck you, God…"

**FF TO THE NEXT MORNING**

Walking into the kitchen, I yawned leisurely. When I looked around, I saw that only James and Carlos were sitting there. "Where's Logan?"

"Didn't come home." Carlos growled. James' stare hardened at the table. I clenched my fists.

We all cared about him, and we felt kind of guilty that we would practically let someone – someone older, to boot – screw him.

I was the well-known pervert of the group. And it was also well known that I was protective of Logan (for some strange and unknown reason). It was easy to understand why I'd be mad. James had his reasons to be pissed, too. He was the "metro" one of the group. It was hard for him sometimes, but Logan would always know how to dispel rumors and verbally kick ass. James had some unreachable scores to settle. And Carlos – well, he and Logan had been close lately. I guessed it was because of James' and my fake relationship.

Basically, Logan was the stained glass portrait that we couldn't let shatter in our minds.

"Well, I'll say it if no one else does." I announced. "My mom is going to kill us."

James laughed humorlessly. "Are you kidding me? She's more protective of him than you! She'll bite our heads off if she even hears a snippet of John this or John that."

"I realize this!" Carlos and I snapped.

Just then, the door burst open. The three of us looked up. Logan was literally dancing into the apartment, a suspicious almost-limp hindering him. He collapsed on the couch.

"Yes!" He squealed.

"Uh…hey, Logie!" I called, my voice cracking uncertainly.

His head poked up above the couch. "Morning!" He sang.

"Um…you're…happy…" Carlos said hesitantly.

Logan grinned. "Hell yeah I am! Oh, you'll never guess what happened last night!"

"I think we have an idea." James scoffed under his breath. I elbowed him.

"What, uh…what happened, dude?" I asked politely.

Logan blushed. "Uh…John and I…" He turned his head to the side, accidentally revealing a dark mark on his neck. I felt my cereal from last night boil up to my throat.

Oh, god.

Jesus Christ.

Jesus fucking Christ.

"Hey, um…we should get going soon, huh?" James coughed awkwardly.

"Ooh, hold on! Gotta go get changed!" As Logan stood up and ran over – with a slight limp – to his room, I saw that the shirt he was wearing wasn't the shirt he had been wearing last night.

And that was when it truly hit me.

I fucked up.

Well…there was some more stuff I wanted to add. But those will have to wait until next chapter. Boo hoo.

Logan: *coughs pointedly*

Ah, yes. Your boyfriend. *turns to Kendall* Kendall.

Kendall: *looks up from Royal Pains* Yeeeeessss?

Carlos: Stop with the sugar, dude!

James: You're only gonna hurt yourself!

Logan: I swear to God, I can't even stand up on my own anymore.

*closes eyes* TMI, Logan. TMI.

Logan: *shrugs*

Kendall: I'm not going overboard or anything.

Carlos: That's exactly what you're doing, dude.

Kendall: No, it's not!

Yes, it is!

Logan: You won't be able to touch me until you're twenty days low.

Low?

Logan: You know how it's called a sugar high? Well, if he gets high on sugar, and I want him to not do it anymore, I'm gonna call it low.

James: Makes sense.

Yeah. Does Kendall agree?

Kendall: *in the midst of a nervous breakdown*

Aw! He loves you that much, Logie!

Logan: …I have worse threats.

Carlos, James, and I: OH SHNAP!

Kendall: *faints* … *wakes up* Okay, I'll quit.

Sweet, dude.