The next day, Logan received news that did less than thrill him. As they went into the afternoon, James announced that he had a new person to help out.
"Well I can't be without a job," he said.
"But…but then you won't be home?"
"Just five hours a day, Monday through Friday. It's not too bad."
Logan whined and curled up on the sofa.
"I'll be home by 8, okay? Kendall will take care of you."
"Woah woah woah," Kendall called out from his room. He popped out to where the other boys were. "What did you say about me?"
"I got a new gig," James explained. "So I'll be gone during the week. Could you keep an eye on Logan?"
"Uh huh, sure okay."
"Be good," James said to Logan. He put a kiss on his cheek and walked to the front door.
"I will," Logan said quietly. He listened to James close the door and lock up, feeling sad the entire time. Kendall plopped down next to him.
"Do you ever uh, listen to the TV?"
"I guess I could, yeah."
Kendall picked up the remote and switched all of the devices on. He kept looking over at Logan, who was now curling up in a fetal position.
"You and James are getting serious?" the blond asked.
"I dunno."
"Ummmmmmm okay!"
They watched a few programs together, which ended up being not so bad as long as Kendall occasionally pointed out some specific things that were happening. Logan would still prefer reading, though. The skinny boy fixed dinner and they had it together at the dining room table.
Before they knew it, the clock passed 8, and James was supposed to arrive any minute. Logan waited and waited, feeling uneasy about it all. The day had been difficult to get through; now that he was used to James always being around, any moment without him was painful.
"He said he would be home by now, didn't he?" Logan asked.
"Yeah, but it's James. You never know with James." Kendall took a beer from the fridge and cracked it open.
"Where else would he be?"
"I dunno. Do you want a beer?"
"No."
"Suit yo' self." Kendall walked around to the sofa again and sat down next to the blind boy. He turned to some irritating sitcom and chortled to himself.
"Why isn't James back?" Logan asked.
"I dunno man. Want me to call him?"
"Uh huh…"
He took out his phone and dialed James, but it only rang and went to voicemail. Logan whimpered. "Where is he?" he asked.
"Huhh…I don't know. He usually answers."
"Ohhh no," Logan whispered. It occurred to him that maybe something bad had happened to James. He put his fingers up to his mouth and lightly nibbled on the tips.
"Are you alright?" Kendall asked.
"Wh-where is James," Logan cried. "Why isn't he home?"
"He'll show up."
An hour passed and still no word from James. Logan became increasingly worried.
"He should be home," he said. "Why isn't he home?"
"Yeah this is a little weird," Kendall said, now on his third beer. "I don't know what's going on. But I'm sure he's fine. Probably just working late with the new client. I mean, it is his first time with them. Who knows."
"I dunno…"
"Will you be okay if I head off to bed?"
"Bu…but…"
Suddenly, Logan's eyes filled with tears. He started rocking back and forth, clutching himself in his arms. "Where is James," he whimpered. "Oh, what happened!"
Unsure of what to do, Kendall gave him a hug. "It's okay," he said. "Uhhhhhhh it's okay."
Logan's sobs grew louder. He clung to Kendall with utter desperation.
"Every time someone gets close to me, I lose them."
"Don't say that," Kendall reassured him.
"But it's true…"
"Relax," the blond coaxed. He patted Logan on the back and smoothed his hand across his hair. "Crying will only make it worse anyway, no matter how this turns out."
Logan sniffled and cried a little longer, but Kendall was right. Making a scene wouldn't do any good. He let go of the roommate and shrunk back into the sofa.
"Feeling okay?" Kendall asked.
"I don't know…"
Just then, the front door opened.
"James!" Kendall called out. Logan sat up and tried to turn towards the door.
"Hey guys, sorry about that," the tall, dark haired guy explained. He looked beat.
"What happened?" Kendall asked.
Logan sprang up from the sofa and clamored across the room to find James. He banged into the side of the coffee table and almost tripped over the sofa again.
"Logan, calm down," James said. He quickly darted to the blind boy and gave him a hug. "Don't move so fast, you'll get hurt…have you been crying?"
"Mhm," Logan hummed quietly.
"Ohh baby, I'm so sorry," James said. Their foreheads pressed together and finally a smile was on Logan's face. "This new customer is cray cray," James went on to explain. "It's not going to work out."
"Waaaahaha! What happened?" Kendall shouted from the sofa.
"She attacked me!" James yelped. "Had to call an ambulance to haul her away. And then I left my phone at the hospital. Great, right?"
"Are you okay?" Logan asked. His fingers fumbled around on James's chest.
"Yeah. She threw a bunch of stuff at me and tried to stab, but luckily I just have some scratch marks on my arm. They'll go away."
Logan was still sniffling slightly. James cradled him in his arms and sighed. "You were that worried?" he asked.
"I thought I lost you," Logan admitted. "I don't know what I would do."
"Come here," James said. He squat down to put his arms around Logan's waist, and then he lifted him up to cling to his chest. "See ya, Kendall." He carried the smaller guy away and to their room, where he plopped him down on the bed.
"I'm so sorry I worried you," James whispered.
"It's okay. I'm just glad you're alive."
"Of course I am. I can't die; I have to take care of you."
James rolled Logan onto his back and straddled his butt. He placed kisses along his neck, sending shivers down his spine. He removed his shirt for him and started rubbing his hands onto Logan's shoulders softly.
"J-James," Logan whispered.
"Hmmm?"
"Feels good."
He continued to kiss, following the curve of his spine all the way. James slid his hands alongside, too, tenderly touching Logan's waist.
"Was Kendall alright?" James asked between smooches.
"Yeah."
"Good. He's a cool guy."
"Seems like it."
James got to the top of Logan's pants now. He slid his fingers into the seam and pulled them down. Logan made a tiny noise, unclear of pleasure or protest, but let him continue anyway. With his butt exposed now, James kept kissing down the line. He pressed his face into Logan's butt cheeks.
"What are you doing?" Logan asked quietly, nervously.
"Just exploring you," James answered. "Hmmm."
"What?"
"Hang tight."
"Huh?"
James got up from the bed and dashed out of the bedroom. Logan didn't move. Presently the tall guy returned. "Sorry, sorry," he said.
"Where were you?"
"Just had to grab something."
He came back to Logan and in one sweeping motion pulled off the blind boy's pants. Logan braced with limited embarrassment as he was exposed.
"It's okay," James said calmly. "Roll onto your back."
Logan nodded nervously and did so. James sat on his knees, by the bed, and spread Logan's legs apart. "This isn't going to hurt at all, but make sure you stay still, okay?"
"Ummmm okay." Not like he had any other choice.
James brandished a razor and began to carefully chop away all of Logan's pubic hair. Feeling his hands touching that area all over made Logan quiver for a multitude of reasons, but he tried his best to relax. James smiled the whole time he did it. He thought Logan had a real nice package.
"Almost done."
"O-okay."
He had to separate his cheeks to get to all the hair in that area, but once he was done, it was amazing. "Feel it," James said.
Logan apprehensively took his own hand to his crotch and groped around. It was SO smooth! His face changed the moment he made contact.
"Nice, huh?"
"Oh my gosh, yeah," Logan peeped.
"Makes you look way yummier, too."
"Yummi…er?"
James didn't reply. He dropped the razor and went back to Logan's butt. There, he spread his cheeks once more, but this time put his tongue there. All at once, Logan's body twisted and jumped, and a shout roared out of his mouth. James ran the tip of his tongue in small circles over Logan's butthole.
"J-James what are you…oh my gosh…oh…OH!" He didn't want to admit that it felt good, but it really, really did. The warm, wet sensation of James's tongue flicking its way across his most tender area.
"Do you like this?" James asked.
"Uhhhuh."
He firmed up his tongue and began to slip it inside. Logan's body was shaking. His hands gripped into the bed sheets as his toes curled. He didn't even know what to do with himself, he was in so much ecstasy. James reached up and began to jerk his boyfriend off. Logan's breathing became faster and faster, harder and harder. He cried out every few seconds as the pleasure was overwhelming. All at once, his back arched and he came hard. James smiled and removed his head from the nether regions.
"You alright?"
"Oh my gosh…oohh…oh…" Logan lay on the bed, paralyzed by his orgasm. James slipped up beside him and gave him a hug.
"So sexy," he said.
"Ohh…"
"You okay?"
"Y-yeah," Logan finally mouthed. Little tears trickled down his face.
"Hey, do you want to meet my folks tomorrow?" James asked out of the blue.
"Huh?"
"My family. Do you want to meet my family tomorrow?"
"I guess so. Where did that come from?"
"I talked to my mom earlier and she invited me over. I want to bring you so you can meet 'em."
"Okay."
"It will be fun."
"Do they know that I'm blind?"
"Yeah, they know it all. Not a big deal. Don't worry about it."
"Okay." Logan smiled and turned to face James now. He snuggled up against his chest and slowly drifted off the sleep, sitting in the warmth of his afterglow.
