"Can we keep reading?" was the first thing Logan said after James came home later in the day.

"Hahah, right now? Can I settle in for a little bit?"

Logan held Blind Man high above his head, making a desperate, sad little face. He frowned and sulked into the sofa. James walked over to him and tousled his hair. "Later, I promise, okay? It's been a long day for me and I don't exactly want to jump straight into reading."

"O-o-okay…"

"So how was your day, sweetie?" James asked. He went over into the kitchen and looked around for what could become dinner.

"It was okay."

"Did you get any writing done?"

"Oh, yeah. A lot!"

"Good. Hey, are you gonna be okay with just pasta or whatever for dinner?"

"Uh huh. That's fine."

James filled a pot with water and set it on the stove. He looked over the counter and saw Logan sitting in front of his word processor, doing nothing but waiting for James to come over there. It made him happy to be home, but he was really concerned about Kendall. How could he have suddenly become so sad? It didn't make sense. He had to look into this.

"Can we visit Kendall tomorrow?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. I actually saw him today."

"Oh? How is he?"

"Eh," James put a box of pasta on the counter and closed his eyes tightly. He wondered if it was right to get Logan involved. "He's okay."

"Cool. Any idea when he'll be out?"

"Dunno."

A little useless banter later, they had their dinner together and then made off to bed. Logan wanted to sleep earlier, since he hardly had the chance to sleep in late. They got washed up and Logan went straight to bed.

"I have some homework to do," James said. He picked up a few books from his desk, along with a flashlight. "I don't wanna keep you up, so I'll do it out here. I'll be in bed soon."

"Okay, that's fine." Logan curled up underneath the covers and smiled. "I won't wait for you," he said with a giggle.

"Good night!"

James closed the door gently behind him and tiptoed down the hallway. But he didn't have any homework. He set his books down but kept the flashlight tight in his hand. He went to Kendall's door and opened it real careful, trying to make as little sound as possible. He shone the light into the room but saw nothing unusual; sure, Kendall was real messy, but on the surface it didn't look like he was depressed. There must be a clue or hint somewhere within the clutter. James stepped further into the room and looked around. He spotted a stack of books on the floor next to the bed, some of them potentially journals. The first few were graphic novels, but then there was a leather bound notebook. James flapped it open and saw that it was in fact a journal. It seemed that Kendall wasn't very good at keeping up on it, since the last time he wrote was last week, and then a few days before that. James read the most recent entry to himself.

He is my everything, and I thought I was his, too. I guess not. What the fuck. And here I thought my life couldn't get any worse, right? Fucking figures. The last thing good in my life and it's not as good as I thought. Damn.

James frowned sadly. Kendall had been hurting, and obviously for a while. What did Carlos do last week that made him so upset? He went further back in the journal and continued to read.

I can't believe it. I can't believe it. Why would she do that?

That's all it said. This made James curious. Who was she? Was he seeing a woman? Was Carlos seeing a woman? It raised so many questions. He couldn't keep reading, though, so he closed the journal and put it back. He sat up and wondered what other sorts of clues there would be. Perhaps under the bed? James slid his hand underneath the bed skirt and groped around. He startled when his fingers fell on something firm and greasy, but once he pulled it out he laughed. I remember you! He thought, holding up the long, double-headed dildo in his fist. Damn, I shoulda hold onto this guy.

He tossed it back under the bed, but as it rolled under there, he heard a glass like clattering. James rose his eyebrows and decided to check. He lay down on his side, lifted up the bed skirt and shone the flashlight down there. James gasped at what he saw. Rows and rows of empty whiskey bottles. Oh, no, James thought. Kendall, why.

"James?"

James sat up quickly and turned around. Logan was standing in the doorway, both of his hands upon the threshold. "Um," James said. "Aren't you…sleeping?"

"Why are you in Kendall's room?"

"Ugh. Because I'm worried. Don't tell him, okay?"

"James, it's fine. I just wish you would have told me."

"I don't want you to get real involved." James stood up and walked over to Logan. He slipped his arms around his waist and kissed his forehead. "I'm really, really worried about Kendall. 9-11 worried."

"Why?"

"Let's go back to bed, baby."

Logan nodded and they headed back to their room. James flipped the lamp by the bed on and got under the covers. He pulled Logan next to him.

"What's going on?" Logan asked.

James exhaled deeply. "He's really, really depressed, and apparently he's been really, really depressed. I'm trying to figure out what happened. What set him off? Why he didn't tell me, and how I can help. Carlos did something recently that made him upset."

"I know…" Logan said.

"Wait, what? What do you know?"

"I talked to Carlos. But I didn't wanna tell you, 'cause it's not really our business."

"Ohh, baby. I understand how you feel, but, oh, well, I guess you don't…it's okay. Ohh, baby. It's okay." James cuddled Logan tightly and started to kiss him. He kissed his lips, over and over, holding his firmly against his body.

"Ummmm," Logan said with a little chuckle. He grinned awkwardly as James kissed him too much.

"So what did he say?" James asked.

"He said that, well," Logan cleared his throat once. "Kendall proposed to him."

"Seriously?"

"Uh huh. But Carlos said he didn't want that sort of commitment."

"Ohhhh," James said. He nodded slowly. "I get it. But, but something else happened before that. Kendall's diary said something about a woman. 'Why would she do that?'"

"You read his diary?"

"Yeah shut up."

"Not judging!" Logan teased.

"Did Carlos say anything about a woman?"

"No."

"Ugghh. What is going on? I'm really worried. Kendall is not that sort of guy. Something really messed him up. What are we going to do?"

"We'll fix it. We can do it."

"Think so?"

"Yup. You've made miracles in my life," Logan said cutely. "You can do it in someone else's." He took James's hand and squeezed it. James smiled.

"Tomorrow, we'll go see Kendall. We can casually talk to him about the events in his life."

"Hooray!" Logan suddenly started to shout. "Hooray for playing detective!"

"HAHA What?" James chortled.

"It's like playing detective," the blind boy said innocently.

"Oh yeah?" James asked. His voice grew lower. He rolled Logan onto his back and climbed over him. "I have something for you to investigate."

"What?"

James laughed at Logan's innocence. He leaned down and kissed him. Using his hips, he pressed up against Logan's butt and spread his legs, plopped them on his shoulders and kept kissing him. Logan moaned into James's lips.

"Investigate my uh," James said, laughing. "My dick in your butt."

Logan giggled and nodded. James slipped his tongue into his fiancé's mouth and licked at him. He began to grind his cock against Logan's rear. James sat up and pulled down Logan's underpants, and then his own. He took his dick in his hand and slathered it with lubricant, then pressed the tip of it against Logan's butthole. Logan jumped at how cold it was. He giggled and groaned as James slowly worked his cock inside his hole.

"Ohhh gosh," Logan cried. "Oh my gosh."

"Is it okay?"

"Yeaah. More," Logan pleaded. "Please, more."

"Oh yeah? More? Heheh okay." James pushed himself deeper inside. Logan clawed his fingernails into the satin bed sheets, arching his back and purring loudly. "Ooo Logan, you're starting to like it more and more, huh?"

"I need it," Logan whispered. "I need you."

His dick was entirely swallowed by Logan's asshole. James kissed him hotly and began to thrust into his fiancé. Logan moaned wildly. James pinned him down and started fucking him real hard. He rocked his hips furiously until he soon felt the base of his dick throb hard. He threw his head back and screamed loud as his load filled Logan's tight ass. "OH GOD!" James screamed.

Logan's face turned bright red as he was pummeled by his lover. He smiled cutely.

"Damn!" James yelled. He sighed real loud and slipped out of Logan's hole, and then he rolled over, sticky with sweat. "Wow."

Logan chuckled quietly and curled up into James's arms like second nature. He put his hands on James's thick arms and squeezed gently.

"I like it," Logan said.

"Oh yeah? What do you like?"

"I like how it feels when you're inside me. It's like we become one person."

"Mmmm. Yeah." James closed his eyes and sunk into the pillow. Logan's warm body embraced him with such care, it really did feel like they were one person.