You know, I'm really quite attached to Charlie in this story, but sometimes I like putting him on the backburner so I can focus on Kogan. This is one of those chapters. Please enjoy.

- Six –

Logan woke up abruptly, quickly realizing that it wasn't his alarm he'd woken up to. It was still light out obviously, but he'd only been asleep for a few hours. The shades still glowed orange with the dawn, and he knew that it was still the middle of the night according to his biological clock. Checking his pager, he noted that it hadn't woken him up, and he lay still for a moment before hearing shouting in the other room.

Jumping out of bed, he crept to his bedroom down, trying not to make a sound. Though Kendall had stayed over after their long night in the ER, that didn't completely rule out the possibility of an intruder, and he would rather be safe than sorry. Finally making it to the main room, he found that it was indeed Kendall making the sounds, pairing them with a violent thrashing that had him tangled in the blankets Logan had given him only hours ago.

Using his understated strength, he tried to hold the larger man down, just enough to calm him without restraining him. He was afraid that Kendall would lash out at him in his unconscious state, and instead tried to calmly bring him out of it, repeating his name louder and louder until a pair of terrified green eyes looked up at him.

Now that he wasn't thrashing, Kendall sunk into the couch, breathing heavily and sweating. His Hippocratic Oath had him putting Kendall's health first, pushing his bangs back from his forehead as sweat beaded along his hairline. By now the larger man had closed his eyes, but Logan could tell he was still reeling from whatever nightmare he'd been brought out of.

Logan brought Kendall against his chest, his heartbeat calming the other man's as he started to fall asleep again. Logan wondered if he'd ever fully regained consciousness, but continued to hold him to be safe. Running his hands through the long hair at Kendall's neck, his shushing turned into a hum slowly before he began to sing quietly, the song making him hope that Kendall was already asleep.

"Come stop your crying it'll be alright, just take my hand, hold it tight. I will protect you from all around you. I will be here, don't you cry," he sang, as Kendall's body went slack against him, the gentle snoring confirming that he'd gone back to sleep.

Carefully lying his body back against the pillows, he took a guilty moment to stare at the man that was so quickly becoming the biggest part of his life. If he'd had the courage, he would have leaned in to press a gentle kiss on the man's lips, but instead settled for his forehead, pushing back his bangs before pressing his lips to his warm skin.

Withdrawing carefully, he glanced at the glittery object around Kendall's neck, finally giving in to his temptation to see what it was. Picking it up, he found that it was the shield that was associated with firefighters, though what it meant he couldn't say. It seemed to be something religious, as Kendall had never brought it out without saying a prayer, but he'd have to ask the man himself.

When he placed the pendant back on Kendall's chest, a hand came up to hold his, and he almost jumped before realizing that it was out of instinct. Kendall's eyes were still closed, his breathing shallow, but he smiled as he held the hand against his heart. Heart nearly bursting, Logan carefully extracted his hand before going back to bed.

As he fell back asleep, he saw the fire that had lit up Kendall's green eyes, and felt in the pit of his stomach the fear that would have caused such terror. He wondered if the man had ever let the stress of his job off of his chest, wondered if he ever spoke about the horrors he must have seen. He made note to look into it, before his tiredness caught up with him, and just as he had a few hours ago, Logan fell asleep quickly, dreaming of a different kind of fire in those striking green eyes.

When he woke up, he finally felt well-rested, and climbed out of bed slowly before making his way out into the main room. It was easily dinner time, and Kendall had noticed. He was in the kitchen, stripped to his waist while still wearing the scrubs that didn't fit as loosely as they were meant to. They came down to above his ankles and it was obvious they weren't his. Turning from the stove, he grinned at Logan, and the doctor had to wonder if he'd woken up at all.

"So Doc, how'd you sleep?" he asked, and Logan went toward him, rubbing his eyes in a show of being well-rested. From the innocent look Kendall was giving him, he didn't recall the events that had woken Logan up, and he chose not to remind him, making a note to ask Carlos about the night terrors if he ever met the man Kendall spoke so highly of.

He slid into the bar stool at his counter, observing the shine of Kendall's bare chest as he worked over the stove top, aware that he wouldn't mind waking up to this more often, "Fantastic. What are you up to?"

"Well I wanted to make you dinner to thank you for letting me stay," Kendall started, before motioning to what was obviously scrambled eggs, "but you don't really seem equipped for people food, so I'm making eggs."

"I'm a horrible cook," he admitted, shrugging. "Wait, do you cook?"

Motioning again to the frying pan, he rolled his eyes before answering, "If there's anything a firefighter has it's hobbies. You go through enough graveyard shifts and you can learn just about anything. Speaking of long shifts, I have one in about an hour."

"Until tomorrow morning?" Logan asked, his understanding of Kendall's work schedule faltering a little.

He chuckled sardonically as he started to serve the eggs onto two plates, "No, this is my long shift. We all have to take one every few weeks. Twenty-four hours."

"Shit," Logan agreed, before grabbing a fork and going at the eggs that were set in front of him. Kendall smiled, not used to making food for anyone but himself and a bunch of distracted coworkers, before throwing a few slices of bread in the toaster. "Will you even have time to go home and change?"

"You mean I can't show up at the station like this?" he said, motioning to his toned half-bare body, and smirked when Logan was unable to hide his blush, only remembering to chew when he caught Kendall raising an eyebrow. "No probably not. Though my formal clothes will need quite the explanation."

"Secret agent?" Logan teased, smiling as he was handed toast, folding the eggs into it before continuing. "You can borrow something from me. No problem."

When he glanced up, Kendall was staring in his direction, but not directly at him, as if he was lost in thought. Clearing his throat, Kendall looked up as he realized what he was doing and smiled before attending to his own plate. Logan had to wonder if he'd been daydreaming, like he'd caught himself doing all evening.

Finishing up, he wiped his hand on the scrubs he'd been wearing the night before, before getting up and retreating to his bedroom. Kendall had a few inches on him, and his hips were slimmer, but he could probably manage in some of his baggier clothes. Grabbing a pair of oversized sweat pants, he went to his tshirt drawer, hesitating before pulling out the maroon shirt that he'd dubbed his favorite.

When Kendall came out in it, he stared for a moment, taking a mental picture for later. The shirt hugged his torso, and he wanted nothing more than to trace the lettering across his broad chest. Blinking, he realized that he'd been caught staring, and busied himself rearranging things, finding that Kendall had already folded his blanket and placed it on top of the stacked pillows. He was all ready to leave, and Logan had no excuse to make him stay though he could sense that Kendall didn't want to leave either.

Collecting his keys from the counter, Kendall paused, "Thanks for letting me stay. Maybe next time…" he said, glancing toward the bedroom before catching himself, and he cleared his throat before continuing, "If you can't sleep tonight, I wouldn't mind a phone call. Especially since I know you're not working. But if you don't want to…"

"I will," Logan answered, more abruptly than he meant to. Kendall face broke into a grin, his cheeks contracting into the dimples he found so attractive, as he nodded, before letting himself out.

Throwing his body onto the couch, Logan wondered how much longer he could stand the flirtation. Curling into the pile of bedclothes Kendall had left, he breathed in the smell of cologne that was laced with the ever-present smell of soot. Sighing to escape his daydreams, he sat up, opening his text book to do more research on Charlie's condition, and wishing he had a better way to pass the time.

Finally settled into his bed that night, Logan had a hard time even getting into the mindset of falling asleep. He was closer to another mindset altogether, one that would do him no good when he was lying in bed alone. Pulling out his phone again, he remembered his promise to Kendall, and his thumb hovered over the number for a few moments before he shut his eyes and pressed it. Once the phone was ringing, he couldn't take it back, and it rang for a while before it was finally answered.

Kendall sounded breathless, but he could tell he was smiling as he ordered, "Hold on. Let me find somewhere where I can talk."

Logan could feel his heart beating against his chest as he waited for Kendall to come back, and when he did he explained quickly, "We just got back from a call. But I'm so glad you called. I don't think you understand how much I was looking forward to this."

"I think I might just," he chuckled, before easily moving into the conversation. "Was the fire anything I should worry about?"

"Little grease fire at a fast food joint. Got it contained. Nothing major," he promised, before seguing quickly. "Let's talk about your job. I know you didn't work tonight, but did you happen to…"

"He's doing fine," Logan interrupted, knowing exactly where the conversation was headed. "He's back on track. It's a miracle. They're still keeping an eye on his legs, but from here it's a matter of getting him awake and started in on the transplants."

"That sounds…tough," he admitted, and they settled into their own thoughts concerning Charlie and the struggle he had. Kendall was the first to break from it, "I meant to ask, could you do me a favor? I think I left my suit jacket in your locker in my rush to get out of there. Do you think you might drop it off tomorrow?"

"Is this just an excuse to see me?" he teased, hearing a low chuckle on the other end.

"Is it that obvious?" he answered, surprising Logan as a million questions filled his head. It was probably the most direct statement either them had made about whatever this was that was going on between them. He couldn't let the chance pass him by.

"Hey Kendall, can I ask you something?" he asked, knowing he would ask with or without permission. Once given the go ahead, he continued, "I'm terrible with signals. For all the people I interact with on a daily basis, I'm just not used to subtle allusions and harmless flirtation. So I have to ask…this is something, this thing between us, right?"

Kendall hesitated, and Logan was about to panic, wondering if he'd read it all wrong, before the other man answered softly, "I hope so."

He could feel a tug on his heart as he admitted, "I shouldn't have made you sleep on my sofa last night. I should have dragged you kicking and screaming into my bed. I should have done everything I've wanted to do to you for weeks now."

"I wouldn't have fought," he answered darkly, chuckling before he added, "I was too tired last night."

"But next time?" he asked shakily, feeling the muscles of his abdomen stir, signaling that his prior mindset hadn't much changed.

He could tell that Kendall was cupping his mouth to whisper into the receiver, "Next time I won't give you a choice. I'll pull you into that unmade bed of yours and help you soil those pristine white sheets. And yes I watched you sleep. I came in while you were still asleep and I couldn't take my eyes off of you. You're perfect."

He was stunned into silence as he pulled the sheets up around him, trying not to moan with the way the words prickled his senses, "Why didn't you climb in with me?"

"Because I wouldn't have been able to control myself," he answered darkly. "I've wanted you since the moment I saw you."

"Fuck," he groaned, ashamed at how every word was affecting him so strongly. "I wish you were here right now. You wouldn't have to control yourself. I would let you do whatever you wanted."

"Logan," he growled, and he could hear him shift, probably to hide whatever reaction he was having from his coworkers. "I shouldn't be doing this, I'm at work."

"I'm not," Logan encouraged as his finger trailed down his stomach to the waistband of his boxers, which were already tenting at the thought of Kendall in his bed, owning him, overpowering him. "How are you doing this to me? I'm not like this. I should have hung up by now."

"Don't you dare," Kendall warned him, and he only thought for a moment before the other man continued. "Close your eyes."

He did as he was ordered, edging past the waistband as Kendall's husky voice whispered over the receiver, "If I were there, I'd pin you to the bed. I'd hold your wrists down, and you'd squirm to touch me but I wouldn't let you. I'd kiss you, softly at first, on the lips, but then I'd be curious. I'd explore, covering all that pale skin. I'd run my teeth over your collar bones, across your chest, then I would whisper your name past your belly button, hovering at the dip of your v."

He'd been biting his lip to stifle the sounds that threatened to escape his lips, but finally let out a moan, and Kendall continued, "You'd feel my warm breath on your balls and you'd shiver with anticipation as my tongue ran up your shaft, before I circled your head, taking you in an inch at a time, breathing against you as you moan, just like this. And you'd want to edge me on, your fingers in my hair, but I'm still holding you down, still teasing you. And then you say my name like it's a dirty word."

"Kendall," he moaned, just as the words registered in his ears, and he knew he was getting close. He could hear Kendall breathing deeply on the other end, trying to control himself in the sight of so many others, but Logan had no constraints, and began to move faster, warning Kendall that he was almost there.

"But then I couldn't stop myself, I would go for it all. You'd feel my throat contract around your cock, and I'd be almost gagging but I'd love it. Love the way you filled my mouth. I'd want to taste you, every bit of you, coming down my throat, groaning my name."

He did just that as he was thrown over, Kendall's name echoing through his apartment as the simmering burst into the inevitable wild fire that told hold. He moaned as he rode out his climax, breathing fast as he waited for Kendall to say something, anything.

"Oh fuck Logan," he said, voice shuddering as he tried to keep a lid on his own desire. "I don't…I don't want to end the conversation like this but I need…I need a shower. If any of the guys caught me like this..."

"If any of them try to help you they'll have me to deal with," he threatened, sounding less like himself than he would have thought, and Kendall released a quiet string of curses under his breath.

"You should sleep better now," he observed, before adding, "I will see you tomorrow. I have to see you tomorrow."

"Think of me in that shower," he teased, fingers grazing over his own torso wantonly as he chuckled.

Kendall answered quietly, "I'm always thinking of you."

When Logan was left speechless, he chuckled, before reminding the other man to bring him his jacket. Logan knew he'd be there, because even in the few moments since he'd hung up, he'd already begun to miss the warm feeling he got when he was with Kendall. He'd begun to crave it, more than work and more than coffee. His new addiction was wrapped up in a rather attractive 5' 11" package that was currently showering away his own yearning. With that thought, Logan tumbled toward sleep, a smile on his face.