Logan wakes up feeling groggy. He's been sleeping too much lately, even if it's very comfortable and cozy next to a very delightful body. He yawns real loud and looks back at James, who is still dozing like a baby. His mouth is open and the breath coming out smells horrible, but Logan tries to ignore it. The first thought on his mind this morning is about Carlos and what he will do with him.
He gets out of bed, careful not to wake James, and tiptoes out into the hallway. With his back against the wall, he slides down to Carlos' room, which has the door slightly ajar, and looks in. Logan barely makes out his friend on the bed, apparently texting. There's a smile on his face as stares at his phone, but it's not that usual goofy Carlos grin; it's subtle and sweet. Logan really wonders what's going on. It must be a girlfriend or something. It must be!
Before Logan has the chance to confront him, Carlos hops off of his bed and heads toward the door. Logan freaks out a little a starts walking back to his own bedroom, but the Latino steps out and says, "I thought you were sleeping?"
"I was but I just woke up."
"Oh."
"Yep."
"Well uh," Carlos looks funny. "I'm going to eat something now. Sooooo I dunno. See ya later?"
"Mhmmm," Logan hums and watches his friend walk past him. He dashes back inside his bedroom once he's gone.
James is up. "Where were you?" He asks, whining.
"Had to use the toilet, that's all," Logan lies. He steps up to side of the bed. "How are you feeling?"
"My head hurts," James complains. "I mean it really hurts." He closes his eyes and makes a straining face.
"Aww, I'll get you a pain reliever," Logan says. He leaves the bedroom again and quickly snatches a few Tylenol from the bathroom medicine cabinet, as well as a paper cup from the sink with water. He presently returns to James and offers him the medicine. "Take these," he says.
James swallows the pills and lies back on his side. He grumbles, looking in pain and uncomfortable.
"What can I do to help?" Logan asks.
"I dunno."
"Do you want a massage?"
"I guess? Does that help?"
"Loosening the muscles should alleviate some of the extra pressure. Roll over onto your stomach." James does so, and Logan hops on onto his knees, facing his partner from the side. He places his palms down on James's firm back and begins to knead the flesh. It's hard. Harder than just from built muscles. "You're holding a lot of tension in your shoulders," Logan says.
"I am?"
"Yeah."
He works the base of his palms into the tightest spots on James's back, rolling the muscles knots out one by one. James keeps his eyes closed and purrs like a lion as Logan massages him.
"Feels goooood," the taller boy groans.
"Does it help your head?"
"Mmmmhmmmm."
"Good."
Logan continues to rub James's back all over. He bites down on his lower lip as his grinds his hands into the skin, pressing and pushing the flesh about. He takes his fingers and makes tight circles over the thick shoulder blades.
"So umm," Logan says, still massaging.
"Hm?" James is on cloud nine and can barely talk. The deep pleasure of Logan's sweet little hands working on his strong back is so intense. It feels so good.
"You mean it when you say you love me, right?" Logan asks shyly.
"Yeah. Why?"
"Just making sure."
"You think I would lie about that?"
"No, not really," Logan admits. He runs his hands up and down the middle of James's spine now, somewhat absentmindedly.
"Then why did you ask?"
"Maybe I don't trust anybody to love me."
"Why would you say that?" James opens his eyes and looks back at Logan, who is sighing and looking sad. "Why the fuck would you say that?"
"I dunno," Logan says. "It's just how I feel."
"Well it's dumb," James tells him. "And I know dumb. I'm very dumb. But that is extremely dumb. Why wouldn't anybody love you?"
"I'm like the runt of us."
"The runt?"
"Yes. Like in a litter of puppies," Logan's massage takes a break now. "The puppy that is smaller and weaker than the others. It gets less attention and is often neglected by its mother."
"How the fuck are you the runt?" James is flabbergasted by Logan's statement so much that he gets off of his back and sits up. He crosses his legs and takes both of Logan's hands.
"I'm the nerdiest, the smallest, the whatever. I can't dance and I don't sing as well as you guys. Everyone else in the band is super cool, stylish, hot, everything; but I'm just Logan."
"Yeah, and I'm just James. And Carlos is just Carlos. And Kendall is just Kendall."
"Haven't you ever noticed?"
"No. I don't know what the hell you're talking about," James says. He wrinkles his eyebrows and stares directly into Logan's eyes, but the shorter boy is looking away.
"Kendall is the guy who holds us all together. He has an amazing voice and great rhythm. Whenever we get in trouble, he fixes things. There's no Big Time Rush without Kendall. Then Carlos is Carlos. He's funny and spontaneous but also totally sweet. And of course you; you with your perfect body, perfect face, perfect everything."
"Logan," James sighs. He leans forward and presses his nose against Logan's. He lets go of his hands and brings his up to his partner's face, cupping his cheeks. "Look at me."
Logan reluctantly turns his eyes up to James and lock contact. He looks so sad.
"Logan," James says once more. "You're all of those things."
"Huh?"
"You are! You're the smartest of us and you've always bailed us out when we got in trouble. Why do you think it's Kendall? He's the one getting us in trouble with his stupid ideas. Remember the water balloon thing?"
Logan giggles. "Yeah."
"You fix things," James continues, talking in a surprisingly stern voice for him. "And you're funny and sweet. And you have a perfect everything."
"Mmm I dunno," Logan sighs.
"C'mon, can you at least take a compliment?"
"Okay, fair enough. Thanks."
"That's why I love you," James says. He plants a kiss on Logan's lips and holds it for a moment. When he pulls away, he sees that Logan's eyes are still closed and his face has turned red. "Hold yourself to a higher standard," James whispers.
"I guess," Logan mutters.
"You're fine," James reassures him. "You worry too much."
Before they can snuggle much more, Logan hears the front door slam shut. He jumps up instantly. "What was that?!"
"I dunno. What was it?"
"The front door!" Logan's eyes are open wide and he slides off of James now. "Someone's home!"
James struggles to get up and they both sneak over to the bedroom door. Outside they hear Carlos talking softly. "They're here," he says. Logan and James exchange curious looks.
"Who's here?" Logan whispers.
"I dunno."
They listen more, but it's impossible to hear anything else. Logan coughs a little and covers his mouth. James can't stand waiting and he just opens the door and comes out into the hallway. He's surprised to see Kendall and Carlos standing there.
"Kendall?" James shouts.
"Oh, hey!" Kendall says with a funny smile. "I came home early. Thought you were sleeping!"
James stares. "Uhhh, noooo."
"Sorry!" Kendall scoffs. Carlos has his back against the wall in the hallway and looks away from James. Logan sticks his head out of the threshold and glares at Kendall. "Where're Mama Knight and Katie?" he asks.
"Still in Minnesota," Kendall says rather nonchalantly. He shrugs his shoulders and walks by the rest of the boys, heading towards his room. James and Logan look at each other and when they divert their attention back to Carlos, he's gone.
"The heck?" James asks quietly.
"You know what? I don't even want to know." Logan puts his hands up into the air. "I don't. Even. Want. To know." He turns around and goes back inside the bedroom with a sigh.
"Our friends are weird," says James. He follows Logan and closes the door behind them. "But I guess we're pretty weird, too."
"Haha," Logan giggles. He looks at James and blushes. "You called yourself weird? That's a first."
James shrugs. "I said weird, not ugly. I'm a beautiful weirdo."
"Mmhmm," Logan agrees. "So how are you feeling?"
"Pretty good actually!"
"Yay!" Logan cheers. "Because I feel like I'm catching something maybe."
"Whaaaaat?" James gasps. "Are you serious?"
"Yeah maybe, but it's okay."
James runs up to Logan and puts his arms around his waist. "Want me to help?" he asks in a low whisper. Logan shakes his head. He smiles real cute and kisses James on the cheek. "I can take care of myself."
SORRY IT SORT OF SUCKED. But I seriously lost interest in this story and I just had to end it. Hope you enjoyed x_x ugh.