Dear Reader,

Just so you know, this story is ending soon. There will be 30 chapters in total. I will most likely not answer questions in any reviews because of this, but I can at least guarantee that it does NOT have a bad ending!

Happy Reading!

M

It was a foggy, rainy day. James drove down the highway as headlights occasionally passed by. He wasn't sure where they were going, but Logan sat in the passenger's seat with a worried look on his face. It was cold. It was dark.

All at once, a car came flying head on at them. It smashed through the pick-up truck and struck James.

"James? James?" Logan called out. His voice echoed and suddenly…

He woke up.

Beads of sweat dripped down his forehead as his heart pounding irately within his chest cavity. He patted the bed beside him until he found James, where his hand grabbed his arm and held on tight. Just a dream, he thought.

James stirred from the contact and opened his eyes. He saw Logan sitting up in bed. "You okay?" he asked.

"Bad dream," Logan mumbled sleepily. He lay back down and latched onto James's arm. "Really, really bad dream."

"I'm sorry baby," James coaxed. He put his other arm around Logan and pulled him close, stroking the back of his head. He could feel his heart racing. "What happened?"

"We were in an accident," the blind boy mumbled sadly. He nuzzled into the crook of James's neck tightly. His body was warm but his face was cold.

"Just anxiety," James said. "Nothing to worry about."

Tears began to drip from Logan's bad eyes and onto James. The taller guy squeezed him a bit tighter.

"P-please don't die," Logan said, sniffling.

"I won't," James assured him somehow. "Not anytime soon, at least."

"Don't die," Logan said once more.

"As long as I have to take care of you, I'll be around, okay? I promise." He turned onto his side, flipped Logan around and pulled his back to his chest. They spooned like that, nice and tight. James kissed Logan on the neck and he giggled through his sniffles. "Feel better?" James asked.

"Yeah," Logan said, smiling now. He pressed back against James's chest more and felt a growing erection. "Really?" Logan asked.

"Really what?"

"Your penis is hard? Now?"

"What can I say?" James said, shrugging his shoulders. "The more sex I get, the more my body wants it. Can't help it."

"My drive seems so low compared to yours," Logan whined.

"It's alright," James assured him. "It seems fine to me. Have you been masturbating at all?"

"Yeah."

"Oh? When?" he propped his chin on the ball of Logan's shoulder and narrowed his eyes. Logan was facing the window, staring blank as usual. James wondered if he could at least see any kind of light through his eyelids.

"When you aren't home, sometimes I try things. Like I put a finger in, or whatever."

"Do you like it?"

"Uh huh! Carlos was sorta right!"

"About what?"

Logan turned to James and pressed his nose against his chin. He smiled real cute-like. "He told me that once I begin to put things inside me, I'll crave it and need more."

"Ohhh. Heh. Yeah, that's true. I should get you a big dildo you can sit on."

"What's a dildo?"

"A fake dick. Like plastic or rubber."

"Seems silly."

"It kinda is. But then you can bounce around on it when I'm not home."

"Okay."

"And a double-headed one, too."

"What's that like?"

"It's a real long one with two heads on the end. You know how a penis has a head. Like that. So we can both put it in, like with our asses together."

"That sounds…interesting. Have you done it before?"

"Oh my God yes. Kendall and I loved that. He has a whole collection of all sorts of toys, but I let him keep 'em when we broke up. I'll have to do some shopping."

"Alright. That should be different."

"It's fun, I promise." James looked back and saw the clock real quick. "It's only 2am. Think you can get back to sleep?"

"Yeah probably."


When morning finally rolled around, Logan was still upset about his dream. He was afraid it was some sort of premonition. As James began to get ready for work, Logan was desperate for him to stay home.

"I'm worried," he whined.

"Why?"

"I don't want you to get in an accident!"

"That's silly. Sorry, it is." James tousled Logan's hair. "The dream was just an anxiety dream, 'cause you've lived through that horror and you're terrified it will happen again. And either way, I gotta go to work. I'll be fine."

"I'm so scared," Logan cried.

"Ohhh, baby, I'll be fine! Promise. Here, I'll let Kendall and Carlos know that you're upset, so they can be extra special nice to you. How's that?"

"Okay," Logan answered weakly.

James walked down the hallway to Kendall's room and knocked on the door. "Hey guys?" he called. No answer. "Guys?!"

"Are they still asleep?" Logan asked from the living room.

"I dunno." James grabbed the doorknob and twisted it open. Obviously they were gone. "No, they aren't here. That's funny." He ran back to the living room.

"They're gone?" Logan asked.

"Yeah. They aren't usually up this early."

"Ohhh…"

"No, no, no," James said quickly, seeing Logan's expression become even sadder. "Nothing bad happened. I know you're worried already, and you've been through a lot with Kendall and stuff, but nah, they're fine. If it was an emergency they would have told us. They're out doing something."

"If you say so."

"Yup. Trust me. Okay? So I gotta head out. I'll be home as soon as I can. You hang tight, alright?"

"Okay…"

James kissed Logan on the lips twice. "Love you," he said.

"Love you too," Logan replied. He curled up on the sofa and sighed as James left the apartment. Logan's mind began to wander. James was right; it was silly to worry about the dream. He held one of the sofa pillows close to his chest and hugged it. Every minute without his fiancé was torture. Just torture!

Then he began to think about the story, Blind Man. They had got to this point where the man's neighbor, Mrs. Lockhart, started to put together a painting studio for him. Remember, the blind man had dreamt of being a professional painter before he lost his eyesight. So Mrs. Lockhart rigged this really cool system so that he could paint. And he did. Logan thought the story was very inspirational, and he wondered how it could apply to his life. He had wanted to write fairy tales. He had wanted to be a successful writer. Now that he had the word processor, he could probably, actually pursue that dream. Something inside him felt very warm as he realized that James was making his "impossible" dream come true. Yes, he thought to himself. I can be a writer.

Feeling inspired, Logan perked up and switched on the word processor, which was sitting on the coffee table as usual. The boy from the jungle gym was someone he wanted to write about, so he thought of a little story for him.

"Once upon a time, there was a little boy who was afraid of everything. He spent long days and nights worried about the world and all things in it. He longed to have a fun life, but he could not do those exciting things since he did not believe in himself. Whenever a task seemed too hard, he would tell himself that it was impossible.

"However, one day, the boy was at a park and he wanted to climb the top of a jungle gym. His mother, who he loved, cheered him on with the utmost of care. The little boy stared at the gigantic playground equipment with a lump in his throat, but he had to do it. There was no backing down.

"He climbed halfway, but once he looked down, he realized that it was impossible. Fear overtook him. He put out his hand to hold another bar, but he slipped. Falling was imminent. He braced for a landing, but instead somebody grabbed him. He looked up and saw another young boy holding onto his arm. He smiled and helped him up. Together, they climbed to the top. It was fantastic and it felt amazing. The little boy learned to overcome his fears, it just took a little help."

Logan had James read the story once he came home. Of course he was delighted that the taller man had fulfilled his promise and returned safely, but his recently acquired inspiration to keep writing had fueled his positive attitude. James found the story interesting. When he finished, he didn't say anything.

"Did you like it?" Logan asked.

"Uh. Yeah."

"Sure? Was it stupid?"

"This is a true story?" James asked quietly.

"Yes. Why?"

"Logan," James said. He suddenly flung his arms around his fiancé and pulled him close.

"What?" Logan asked. "What is it?"

The taller guy pressed his eyes against Logan's cheeks. Tears pushed out and Logan could feel them. "What's wrong?" The blind boy asked.

"Logan…" James began again.

"What?!"

"That boy was me."