"Urrgghh," James flops down on the sofa. His knees are weak and he probably has been doing too much. Despite being tired of lying in bed all day, the couch is very much welcome and embraces his body.

"You okay?" Logan asks from the kitchen. He takes a can of soup from a cupboard and pours it into a bowl.

"Tired," James groans. He pulls a big orange pillow into his arms and gives it a hug for security. His body hurts.

"I'll be right there, hang tight."

Logan microwaves the soup and toddles over to the sofa, carefully supporting it in his hands. He stoops down next to James and holds the bowl out in front of him. The taller juts out his lower lip and makes his eyes sparkle in a pathetic sort of way, batting his lashes as he asks, "Feed me?" The command is most welcome. Logan takes a spoonful and slowly lifts it up to James's mouth.

"Does your throat still hurt?" Logan asks.

"No," James tells him. He opens up and takes the soup with a grateful smile. A sliver of pink tongue runs out over his lips after he swallows, tantalizing Logan once more. "It's good," James whispers.

"Oh?"

"Yeah. You should taste it."

Logan is about to give himself a spoon of the soup, but James throws his hand up from his side and grabs Logan by the wrist. "Not like that," James says quickly. He makes Logan lower the spoon back into the bowl. "Like this." James leans forward and kisses Logan straight on the lips. He claps both of his palms on either side of Logan's face and slides his tongue deep into the sweet mouth. The soup rattles between the two of them and Logan does his best to hold it steady, and hopefully not freak out about catching James's cold. There's an exchange of horny moans between the boys' mouths. It's hard to believe how much they want each other still, even after two rounds of sex, but the aggravated years of denial and lust have pent up too long and now come to a head.

For a brief moment, Logan withdraws and whispers, "I need you," softly against James's mouth, which he responds with another kiss. Logan is helpless against James's body, will and strength. Submitting is the only thing he can do, so he does. He does and he loves every minute of it.

"Logie," James says. He finally breaks off the kiss and slides his hands away from the smaller boy's face. They run down to the bowl of soup and hold it steady, just across from Logan's hands. "Have I told you how perfect you are?"

"Perfect?" Logan asks. His voice cracks slightly when he speaks. "Me?"

"Yeah," James speaks in a whisper that is almost a moan. It's full of desire and passion, and it has a sort of hypnotic effect on Logan. "You're perfect."

"Well, I, I dunno about that," Logan says, feeling on the spot. His eyes fall down to the bowl in front of him as he takes the spoon once more, gathers some soup and brings it back up to his lover's face. James takes the spoon in his mouth and swallows the soup, but as he pulls away from the utensil he does it slowly and lets his tongue run out over the tip for a second. The seduction is heated.

Logan bites down on his lower lip and continues to feed James, each time getting hotter and hotter as before. They stay silent until the soup is finished. Logan slides the bowl onto the coffee table and takes a seat beside James on the sofa. He doesn't know what to say at this point, somewhat nervous and somewhat worried. Worried about what? He doesn't even know. James wraps his arm around Logan's shoulder and props the side of his head on him. The room falls silent, but it's a happy and peaceful silence. Only the sound of them breathing can be heard. Shyly, Logan takes his hand and crawls over onto James's leg. The taller boy doesn't resist, so Logan goes further. He bypasses James's goodies and goes onto the other leg, then up the thigh until he finds his hand. With a hint of sweet nervousness, Logan's fingertips stroke over James's knuckles.

"What're you doing?" James asks quietly.

"I-I dunno. Is it okay?

"Yeah."

Logan gingerly slips his fingers James's fist. He holds his hand, wets his lips and stays quiet. James sniffs loudly and nuzzles a little more against Logan's shoulder. It's a little awkward. Just a little awkward. Logan wonders what James is thinking about the hand holding. It feels good and even natural to be like that, almost like a couple.

"Want to watch TV?" Logan spurts out. He grabs the remote with his free hand and points it to the flat screen on the wall. James nods, and he turns it on. It was last left on a movie channel, and as the screen flips on and the cable comes in, there's a sex scene between a man and a woman on. It's slow, romantic and heavy. Logan turns bright red in the face and flips to another channel right away, even though James isn't phased. There's no reason for Logan to be nervous, but he is. They've been fucking like dogs all morning but at the end of the day, he's still shy about it. Now there's a program about jails or something playing. Logan pretends to be interested.

"Ahh, must be terrible to get locked up," Logan says. James nods and squeezes Logan's hand a little more.

"My legs hurt," James whines.

"Huh? How?"

"They're crampy."

"Awwww. What are we gonna do with you?"

James looks up at Logan and sticks his lower lip out, batting his eyes. "Waassh meeee?"

"Okay," Logan says. He lets go of James and stands up. "You want me to give you a bath?"

"Mmmhmmm."

Logan walks off to the bathroom and begins to draw a bath. He makes it real hot and puts some menthol oil in it. James stumbles in as the tub is filling up.

"Let me get you a towel," Logan says. He leaves James in the bathroom and snatches a soft white towel from the hall closet. When he returns, James is taking off his clothes. He pulls off his shirt and pants and hangs them up on the towel rack. He looks over his shoulder at Logan, who is standing in the doorway with the towel clutched to his chest, and slides out of his underpants.

"Water's done," Logan says softly. He puts the towel down on toilet and turns off the taps. "Go ahead and get it. It's hot, though."

James chuckles and dips his foot in. "Oo!" he shouts. "It is hot."

"Yeaaah, that's what I saaaaid," Logan snarks. He puts his hands on his hips and sticks a tip of tongue out.

"Don't make me spank you," James sneers. He gets both feet in the tub and slowly lowers his Godly body down into the water, hissing a bit from the heat.

"Well maybe I want you to?" Logan giggles.

"You're naughty. You know that? You're really naughty. I had no idea." He sits down in the water and groans, laying his back against the smooth white porcelain. "Wash me."

Logan gets down on his knees and takes a bar of soap in his hands. He leans over and lathers up James's strong chest. It's very smooth and firm. Logan lets his hands wander.

"Feels good," James sighs.

"I'm glad," Logan says. He smiles and continues to wash him. He rubs his hands over the round of his shoulders, up to his neck, back down across his chest and now to his pubic area. James has a growing boner that's popping out of the surface of the water.

"You're unstoppable," Logan says. "How many times can you fuck in a day?"

"I dunno. A lot. I usually jerk off like three or four times daily."

"Damn."

"What? How often do you?"

"Like maybe once? And I finger myself sometimes, too." Logan rubs a little more of the soap bar into his hands and works his fingers around the shaft of James's cock. It's very strong. "Your dick is so big."

"Yeah, that's what they say," James says with a smug sense of satisfaction. "You like it in you?"

"Uh huh," Logan mutters.

"Come in with me."

"In the water? Right now?"

"Yeah, c'mon."

"Sure? Can we fit?"

"Yeah! Just get in. It'll be fun."

Logan turns bright red. There's still this funny struggle with his emotions. He's sleeping with James, but he's in love with him and still shy. It's a real conflict! Either way, he disrobes completely and slips into the water with him. James keeps his legs spread while Logan tucks his own up to his chest.

"Isn't it nice in here?" James asks. Logan lets the water splash all over him. It's very relaxing. He leans back against the wall and closes his eyes. "Wish we could do this more," he whispers.

James gets up and towers over Logan. He puts his hands on the shorter boy's shoulders and moves in for a tender kiss. They meet and smack together. Logan opens his eyes and sees James staring back at him. James's breath is heavy. He smiles, blushing, and whispers, "Logan…"

"Yeah?" Logan answers, chest rising and falling with steady, hard palpitations.

"Logan, I think I lo…"

Then the bathroom door flies open. "Yo, do I hear you guys in here?"

It's Carlos.

Fucking.

Carlos.