In the next morning, Logan wakes up feeling great. He's curious as to when Carlos will come home but he isn't worried. Well, he won't be worried until he hears from him. In fact he can already imagine him calling him with some sort of distressed plead. "I got my head stuck in a manhole! Logan, get me out pleeeease!" Logan smiles to himself at the thought. He rolls out of bed and puts a baggy shirt over his chest. It's time to check on James.

As he approaches the bedroom door, he hears James stirring inside. He's sniffling and coughing an awful lot, so Logan just invites himself in. James is sitting up in bed looking miserable.

"Hey," Logan says, stepping within. "How are you feeling?"

"Duugghhhh…terrible," James groans. He wipes his nose with a tissue.

"Worse?"

"A lot worse."

Logan sits down at the foot of the bed. "Can I get you something?" he asks shyly. James looks over at him and smiles. "My throat really hurts. I don't feel like eating or anything."

"What else hurts?"

"Urrrrrrggh…" James closes his eyes and lays his head back down on the pillow. His cheeks are bright red but the rest of his face is white. He stretches his arms high above his head, showing a thin slice of flesh around his tummy. Logan looks away quickly. "Legs are crampy," James moans.

"I'll get you some medicine," Logan says. He gets up and dashes out of the bedroom.

Reluctantly, he feels attracted to James. It always seemed appealing to have a man in charge of him, but his shyness always beat him to any chance of that happening. Of course Logan is jealous of James's body. What guy wouldn't be? But there is an element of desire to it as well. Maybe seeing James in such a vulnerable state makes his fantasy seem more achievable.

Logan comes back with a cup of water a few aspirin. He puts them in James's hands and tells him to take them.

"But my throat really hurts," James groans.

"It'll feel better if you take something," Logan says. His eyes work painstakingly hard to avoid James's body. It's that black tank top that's driving him crazy. The contrast of color against his skin for some reason just makes him look sexy.

"Do you have a fever?" Logan asks.

"I dunno."

"Let me see…" he extends a flat palm to James and lays the back of it against his forehead. He's noticeably burning up. "Aww, James, you really do."

"So what does that mean?"

"They say feed a cold, starve a fever. So you probably shouldn't eat until it dies down."

"I don't wanna eat anyway." James looks up at Logan and frowns. His body is aching all over and his throat is so terribly scratchy he can barely stand it, not to mention he probably looks horrible and is now terrified to look in a mirror. His hair is a mess since he hasn't been able to comb it or anything. It's been years since he felt this shitty.

"But take the aspirin? Please?" Logan says.

"Okay, fine." James pops the pills into his mouth and takes a sip of water. It's horribly tight and scratchy when he swallows. He winces.

"That wasn't so bad, was it?" Logan asks, trying to smile. James rolls his eyes. "It's like, really tender," he remarks.

"Make sure you get plenty of sleep, okay? Don't leave your bed except for bathroom breaks." A shy, cute curl spreads across Logan's face as he gets up, taking the empty glass of water as well as the glass from last night with him. James moans in discomfort, clearly having a hard time finding temperature homeostasis. It makes Logan sad and he mentally vows to do all he can to improve how he feels.

When nobody is home, Logan doesn't have much to do. It never occurred to him before, since the guys normally drive him crazy, but now he finds himself very bored. He spends most of the day watching TV and for a few hours he reads. To his great dismay, Carlos has not texted or called him. Maybe he has a girlfriend now. That doesn't bother Logan in anyway, but he's very curious about his whereabouts. That's all.

After he has lunch alone, Logan thinks it's time to check in on James. He goes straight into the bedroom and finds him sleeping lightly, facing down and his head turned to the side. The tight pair of black briefs cling to James's firm, muscular butt in an enticing manner. Logan wishes he had the liberty to run up to him and touch it, but obviously he can't. But his feet carry him up to the bed regardless. James turns over and a loud, long groan stretches out of his mouth. His eyes blink hard as they open.

"How do you feel?" Logan whispers.

"Dizzy," James answers. He reaches out for a tissue from his nightstand and wipes his nose. When he turns on his back briefly with that arm out, Logan notices that the front of his boxers is bulging. He pretends not to see, and James goes back to laying on his side. He takes a corner of the sheets and puts it to his chest.

"Let me feel your forehead," Logan says. He presses the back of his palm to James's forehead. Though it's still warm, the temperature has reduced greatly. "I think your fever is passing. Are you hungry?"

"Uh huh," James nods. He shrugs his great strong shoulders and looks at Logan, batting his delicate eyelashes profusely. "Can you get me something to eaaaaat?"

"Yeah," Logan agrees. "Lemme go look. I'll be right back."

He backs out of the bedroom and goes into the kitchen. Cooking isn't Logan's strong point but he can certainly figure out how to heat a can of soup up. In one of the cupboards there is a ton of canned food. He takes down one with chicken noodle soup, cracks the snap top off and pours it into a bowl with a large rim. After he nukes it in the microwave, he puts a spoon in it and carries it back to James's room.

"Awww," James whines pleasantly when Logan returns with the food. "Thank you, Logie."

Logan blushes. He comes up to the bed and tells James to sit up so he can hand him the bowl. "Here," says Logan. His hands hold the bowl out in front of James, but when the taller boy goes to grab it, Logan withdraws. James's hands are shaking an awful lot.

"Why are you shaking?" Logan asks.

"I dunno. Just crampy, achy, terrible," James says. He looks at his hands and they sort of vibrate.

"You'll spill it if you hold it," Logan says. He looks down as his face lights up. "I'll…I'll feed you."

Expecting James to laugh, scoff and dismiss the idea, he surprises Logan by smiling cutely and opening his mouth. "Okay!" he says after a suppressed cough.

Logan sits down next to James on the bed and takes the spoon in his hand. He lets some hot broth run into the spoon and slowly brings it up to James's mouth. His heart is pumping as James closes his lips around the stainless steel tool. Those two plump, pink lines of flesh press together and curve up into a smile when Logan brings the spoon out.

"It's good," James whispers.

"G-good," Logan replies. He fills another spoonful and gives it to James. It goes back and forth like that for a little while, very little dialogue being spoken between them. Something about James, this buff, sexy man now rendered unable to feed himself turns Logan on. Though he never considered himself "dominant," feeding James like this gives him some incredible emotional satisfaction. It's a calm, pretty scene while Logan puts the spoon in the sick boy's mouth. They smile, blush and giggle together. Maybe it's the first time they've really felt close. Sure, they had always been good friends, but most of their lives it was more like Carlos and James were best friends while Kendall and Logan were, too. In this small moment, they bond. James gives up some control and Logan shyly goes along. It's beautiful, almost.

But soon the soup is done and Logan gets off of the bed. "How's it settling?" he asks.

"What do you mean?"

"Is the soup okay in your tummy?"

"My tummy?" James cracks up. "Yeah I guess. It feels okay." He sneezes real loud onto his arm and Logan quickly hands him a tissue. "Thanks."

"Think you can sleep a little more? The fever is fading, you'll feel better soon."

"Yeah, I'll try." James lays down and pulls the covers over himself again. "Hey, where's Carlos?"

"He's out for a few days."

"Huh? Out doing what?"

"I don't know, he didn't tell me." Logan stretches his mouth into a strange smile.

"Whaaat? He got a girlfriend or something?" James can't help but laugh.

"He seriously didn't tell me," Logan says. "But he'll be home tomorrow or something."

"So…so we're totally alone?"

"Uh huh."

James groans. "Seriously?" He throws his hands up over his head. "We could be epically partying if I wasn't sick!"

"Heehee," Logan giggles. He can't help but bring his fingers up to his lips, blushing more. For some reason, he has this vision of just him and James having a party together, but he breaks of the fantasy before it gets too far. "Well, anyway," Logan continues. He takes the empty bowl and spoon in both hands. "I'll check on you before I go to bed. And let me know if you need anything."

"K." James cuddles up under his covers, trying to get comfortable. His throat is still scratchy and his whole body aches, but having Logan take care of him makes me feel better already.