Logan wakes up early, before James. There's a little bit of sunlight coming through the blinds. He turns onto his back and sees James stretched out beside him, snoring gently. His nose is less raw but it sounds like he's still congested. Logan doesn't want to wake him, so he deftly slides off of the bed and tiptoes out into the living room. When James gets up, he'll probably be hungry, so Logan fills the teakettle with water and turns it on. Soup will eventually get boring, but for now it will have to do. Chicken and rice sounds good. Once he's finished microwaving that, the teakettle goes off. He pours hot water over a teabag, stirs in some honey and carries it off to the bedroom. It looks like James is starting to wake up. He's on his stomach now and the bed covers have been kicked off.

"Morning," Logan says. James picks up his head and checks to see Logan. He smiles a little and starts to sit up. "Did you sleep with me?" James asks.

"Yeah. Just got up to make you some food."

"Awww, Logie…thank you." James closes his eyes with a warm smile.

"So how are you feeling?" Logan asks. He carefully hands James the cup of tea.

"A little better," James says. He sips the tea. "Thanks."

"I have some soup for you, too. Hang tight, be right back." Logan slips out and returns promptly with the bowl of soup.

"You're soooo sweet," James giggles. He puts the cup of tea down and replaces it with the soup. "I'm not so shaky. I think I can eat it myself."

"Umm…are you sure?" Logan asks. He was really looking forward to feeding James again. He liked that sort of rare bonding.

"Uh huh," James says. He starts eating. "It's good. Thanks!"

Logan sits down next to him on the bed and folds his hands in his lap. He wonders if it would be appropriate to touch James, but ultimately he's too afraid.

"So what the hell is up with Carlos?" James asks.

"I dunno. He texted me but still won't say where he is."

"Weird! Is it a chick? It's gotta be. He's been out overnight, right?"

"Yeah. I dunno. It is weird. Hah. Carlos getting laid. That's sort of funny, isn't it?"

"Heheh, yeah," James giggles. He coughs a few times and swallows another spoonful of hot soup. Logan peers at James and smiles cutely. The rosy hue in his cheeks increases as he watches James smile, too.

"You think he likes chicks?" James asks out of the blue.

"Well of course," Logan says very quickly. He wonders why James said that, as it was really random. The bowl of soup is emptied and James sets it down on his nightstand. He takes up a tissue and blows his nose again. "That stuff you put on my nose last night really helped," he says.

"Oh. Oh, good," Logan says. It seems strange that James is jumping around from subject to subject so much. Logan tries to stay on target. "You think Carlos is gay?"

"Nah, it was just. Nah," James shakes his head. He decides to lie back down, sniffing.

"Why did you say that?" Logan asks. James turns over on his side and pulls the covers over his bare chest. "James?"

"Huh?"

"Why did you say that? About Carlos being gay?"

"No reason," James says quickly. He peers over his shoulder once at Logan and then turns back to the pillow. "Lay with me."

Logan doesn't argue with that. He's real confused about what James is doing, but he lays down with his chest against James's back. He's apprehensive at first, but he picks up a hand and places it down on James's waist. It's warm and inviting. Whatever logic James is trying to pursue, Logan knows he can beat it. Why would he ask if Carlos was gay? Ahhh, that's it. He wants Logan to admit that he is. Could that be it? He wants to test this hypothesis but worries for a moment. Then again, what could go wrong? They are friends after all and friends understand things.

"Are um," Logan whispers. "You gay?"

James doesn't answer. He sniffs real loud and snuggles into the pillow more. Logan maintains a soft touch on his hip, which James doesn't seem to resist at all.

"James?"

"Huh?"

"Why are you playing around?"

"What do you mean?"

"I know you can hear me. We're the only people in this apartment. So are you gay?"

"I dunno," James finally answers, still facing away. He raises his eyebrows and talks slowly. "Are yoouuu?"

Oh, come on. It's time to stop being childish and be open about it. Logan knows what's going on here and even James is no fool to it. He inhales deeply, exhales slowly and says, "Yes."

"You are?" James turns around with this question. He lies on his right side now and looks straight at Logan, putting him on the spot. Logan refuses to make eye contact and retreats his hands back to his own body.

"Y-yeah," Logan mumbles. "So…are you?"

"Maybe a little bit." James sniffs loudly. "I like how you touch me."

"T-touch you?" the smaller boy asks and James nods. "When you put the cream on my chest and stuff like that."

"Ohhh," Logan hums. He still doesn't look directly at his friend. This conversation is just a little bit too awkward for him to confront face first. "Do you um, need more?"

Suddenly James's voice drops from its usual singsongy tone down to a seductive, low vibrato. "Yeah."

Logan sits up real suddenly and grabs the vapor rub from the night stand. His nervousness knocks the empty soup bowl and makes a loud clatter from the spoon. Now Logan is unsettled. His heart is racing and he just wants to touch James everywhere. Everywhere. James practically admitted that he had feelings for him, so they were almost on the same page.

He uncaps the vapor rub and rolls back into bed. James has his chest fully exposed with his arms folded behind his head. Logan expects him to say, "I'm ready" but even James isn't that tacky. He lies down alongside him and gets a greasy dollop on the tips of his right hand. James closes his eyes but his lips open slightly. He looks amazing. Logan wants to eat him up and maybe if he wasn't sick he might even kiss him, but he doesn't. It's too soon. Either way, Logan takes his fingers and rubs them down on James's chest. He spreads the cream all around his pecs. Even though he is still quite congested, James lets out a tiny, low moan that sounds delightful to Logan. It's enjoyable to him to know that James likes it. Logan takes both hands and gets a little caught up in the rubbing. James has such firm, delicious muscles he wants to stroke them forever. The vapor rub is cool to the touch but heats up the more he rubs it.

"Sit up on me," James whispers.

"Huh?"

"Sit…up…on…me…" he says. When Logan doesn't budge, James takes matters in his own hands and grabs the boy by his waist. Gathering all the strength he has inside his muscles, he takes Logan's hips and slides him up to his crotch. Logan sits, blushing, with his butt against James's pubic area. He can't deny that James has a massive boner pushing up from under his boxer briefs.

"Ummm," Logan whines. James coughs and looks up at him. "What?" the taller boy asks.

"You have…a…uh…"

"Hard on?"

"Yes."

"Well yeah, I know," James says with a smile. "If I didn't want you to know I wouldn't have put you here."

"Uuummmm," Logan whines again.

"What's up, Logie?"

"This is all really sudden."

"Hey come on. You…cough…you slept in my bed last night. You woke up with a boner. Did you know that?"

Logan's face turns bright red. "I did?!"

"Uh huh. You did."

James starts to thrust his hips very gently upwards towards Logan, rocking him up and down. Logan's fingers stop rubbing his chest and rather grip into him. He giggles as James's dick presses against his butt cheeks.

"You're delirious," Logan chirps.

"What's that mean?" James asks. He keeps his hands tight on either side of Logan's hips and keeps rocking his dick up to him. Logan's mind is racing so fast he's not even sure what to do.

"You're so sick, oohhh," Logan moans. "You're so sick that you aren't sure what you're doing."

"Maaaaaaaaybe," James says.

"Oh gosh, James, you need to save your strength."

"You're soooo good at taking care of me," James moaned. "Sooooo good, Logie."

"What are you doing?" Even though Logan loves it, he feels awkward. Where did this behavior come from? "Are you on drugs?"

"HA! What? No!" James cracks up. He coughs a few times but continues laughing. The humping stops and he lets go of Logan's body. "Why do you ask that?"

"You just suddenly started getting all sexy with me," Logan says. "It's weird."

"I know you like me, Logie. I know you want me."

"Mmmmhhhh," Logan whines apprehensively. He looks away from James, but James reaches up and very gently sets his palms on Logan's shoulders. "Come down here," he whispers and guides Logan down to lie with their chests flat together. He puts his arms around him and holds him.

"I've been waiting to get the chance to ask you," James whispers. "Been waiting a loooong time."

"Wait, ask me what?"

"If you're gay. I'm crazy for yoooou," James teases. Logan can't believe what he's hearing. "Dude," he says. "You are high."

"Am not!" James protests. He coughs loud and Logan's head bounces on his chest from the vibrations. He can't help but laugh.

"Okay, okay," Logan says. "You aren't high. But what's up with you?"

"Feel shitty," James explains, stroking Logan's back. "My head is swimming and I feel icky. Maybe, what was that word you used earlier?"

"Delirious."

"Uh huh. Maybe that's what I got. But you like me too, right?"

"…yeah," Logan whispers. "Yeah I do. And I like taking care of you."

"You make me feel so good!" James smiles. He hugs Logan a little tighter.

"Well I'm gonna keep taking good far of you, okay?" Logan promises. He nuzzles against the greasy chest.

"Ooo, and when I feel better, I'll take care of you."