My infuriating shallow jerk

Disclaimer: I own nothing, except my OC characters and that's debatable

Pairing: James/Logan

Rating: M (I promise sexy times later)

Warnings: Smut language

A/N: Well this is my original première story that got delayed because of that other awful fic. Although I kind of don't feel confident with this one either. This is AU, and it will be multi chaptered around seven or ten if I push it. It will have four OC characters, but two don't even count, they will barely have lines. I know, I know I could have used Kendal at least instead of an OC but I'm sort of saving him for a similar role in another story. So if you can't stomach OC characters you can skip this fic. Finally a shout out: Gleedarrenfan18, for taking time to read The Bridge, BTRCutie for being adorable, Malachite for being supportive and checking up on me, and Clarry for being you know the best!

Edit:This fic is now dedicated to BTRCutie because she makes me flail!

"Ok, what's the catch?" Logan asked the tenant that showed him around the studio apartment, or a modern little palace was a more accurate description. Wooden floors, three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a fully equipped kitchen with counters made of marble, a big living room that had two couches and one arm chair facing a high definition TV, a skylight filling the biggest part of the house with bright sunlight. The place was too spacey and beautiful to be rented to college students let alone in such a cheap price. So Logan stopped the tour midway, turned to the boy who was showing him around and asked flatly trying to read his face.

"Well, no catch, with the apartment. I can promise you that."

"But there is something? Derek right?" It was something in Derek's voice, almost guilty and apologetic. He nodded, sighed, and pointed on a mid level open floor right across the living room. It had a big yellow curtain with a lion draped across the middle thus hiding a big part of the floor. Logan believed it was some sort of college boy decorative statement and hadn't given it much thought.

"What's behind the curtain?"

"My roommate's bed..."

Logan thought back at the ad, and remembered that there was supposed to be another tenant.

"But there are three bedrooms, why would he sleep there?" it was a really an inconvenient thing to do, the place had too much light coming from the skylight, not to mention no privacy since it connected to the living room.

"Well James is..." Derek struggled trying to find the right words.

"Unique!" Derek suddenly exclaimed shooting up his index finger and Logan tilted his head with an inquiring face.

"Ok, I love the guy but it's his fault for saddling me with this. So, I'll be honest and hope you don't get scared and run away."

Derek gave Logan a nudge to follow him and they walked across to one of the three bedrooms, they hadn't gotten to that part of the house yet, Derek looked somewhat scared, it started to rub on Logan too. Derek twisted the doorknob opened the door and prompted Logan to take a look.

"You're kidding me right?" Logan tried not to fall on the floor laughing; the entire bedroom had been transformed in some kind of makeshift closet room. There were racks of clothing, boxes of shoes, and a self of men care products taking up the entire space of the bedroom. Logan looked across the room and there was an actual small wooden closet but a mannequin barred the door.

Logan turned and looked at Derek trying to wipe away his chuckle.

"What? Is he into fashion or something?" Logan joked but Derek sighed instead of laughing.

"Well, he used to model. So he, damn I shouldn't have to explain this, he should be here. Anyway, James used to model and now he's in theatre school. So he's very conscious about his looks."

Logan fell silent, a model/actor for a roommate would be a problem, not just because the brainy medical freshman and this James would have nothing in common, but also because...

"Look Derek I appreciate the honesty, and I feel I need to come clean with something." Logan's skin flushed red, he started to sweat lightly, this was going to be the second time he would do this in his life, but he had promised himself no more hiding.

"You're gay." Derek said grinning, Logan's mouth gaped.

"That's ok, you sort of checked me out when we met. And it won't be a problem. I'm straight and James is bi. But I don't think you're his type and trust me, he's definitely not yours."

"What? How would you know that?"

"Well, you said when you introduced yourself that you are going to med school right? So I take it you like smart guys?"

Logan nodded, but really, he thought he didn't have an actual type, he hadn't done anything with a guy before, he just knew he was attracted to men, but ok there was a limit on how much he was willing to confide to a complete stranger even though Derek seemed kind of cool.

"Then no problem, James is sort of an immature lovable idiot." Derek grinned, and Logan thought that even though it seemed that Derek was badmouthing James every other sentence the fondness in his eyes was a dead giveaway that he really cared for his roommate.

They continued the tour, now Derek was more relaxed and Logan felt relieved sort of coming out and soon, there was no question about it, Logan really wanted to live in the apartment, especially after checking his spacious bedroom that could easily fit his big bookcase, which he feared he had to leave back home. They finished the tour laughing and it seemed like a quick friendship had been struck between the two.

"Ok seriously you have to live here just so I can get the free tutoring."

Logan laughed, thinking at how different college would be, the "nerd" label had made his life hellish in high school and it was the first time that somebody complimented him for being one.

"Shouldn't I meet James first before I start moving in?"

Derek took out his cell phone and started texting.

"Want to grab lunch?"

"Sure. Are you texting James to meet us?" Logan surprised himself at how easily he answered, he wasn't a people person, never had any friends to speak of, but Derek was fun and he really wanted to meet this mysterious James so he agreed to it without a second thought.

Derek showed Logan his phone screen.

"Found our guy. Fifteen minutes, the "Place" don't be late twinkle toes."

"Twinkle toes?" Logan asked smirking.

"He had a tap-dance class, which should have ended about twenty minutes ago."

Logan nodded Derek took his jacket and they headed out.

The coffee shop was the textbook definition of a college hipster hangout, small and buzzing with people, Derek and Logan luckily found a booth, and after ordering some food, they continued getting to know each other. Although Derek did most of the talking now, because they had reached the girlfriend topic and Logan stood back amused while Derek kept going on and on about his marvellous girlfriend letting the food in his plate get cold.

"Damn, I'm monopolizing the conversation."

"Don't worry about it, you're in love it's only logical. Annoying as hell but still logical." They both laughed at Logan's comment and were about to change the subject for Logan's benefit, then he heard the jingle at the door and Logan felt that the room started to spin when his eyes fell on the person that walked in. The tall young man with the beautiful face, the perfect light brown hair, piercing hazel eyes, tan gold skin, broad shoulders, white t-shirt a pair of tight jeans and a denim coat started to walk right up to them and Logan immediately broke into pray in his mind.

Please don't be James, please don't be James, please don't be James! Derek you are a blind straight idiot, please don't be James! HE IS SO MY TYPE. THIS IS MY TYPE! GOD DON'T BE JAMES! STOP WALKING HERE! Am I drooling?

With that realization, Logan snapped out of his deranged trail of thought and quickly wiped the small drop of saliva running down his lower lip thanking all the higher powers that Derek had shifted his attention to the captivating man that now hovered above them, eyes locked on Derek.

"Scoot over." He said and Logan felt it was like lightning had hit him when he heard the sound of his voice. Derek moved aside and the tall boy sat down next to him opposite of Logan, making him gulp as he now had a perfect view of the astonishing face.

"James. James Diamond." He said offering a hand out to Logan, Logan awkwardly stared at it for a few seconds, went to grab it for dear life, froze in midair, and grabbed the napkin instead cleaning his sweaty palms. He returned the handshake finally focusing not to stutter.

"Logan Mitchell." He said barely hearing his own voice, the rapid beat of his own heart had become deafening.

"This is the guy?" James turned to Derek with a scrutinizing look.

"Yes, pretty boy this is Logan." Derek said making a small gesture towards Logan.

James stared intensely at Logan for a few seconds, Logan choked down the pain that came from between his legs because now his pants were suddenly constricting him and he felt a burn run through his body, as for James he seemed to contemplate on something, finally he turned back to Derek with a disappointed expression.

"Didn't I tell you I wanted someone hot?" James said smugly, and Logan thought a truck just drove in from the wall and turned him into a flat pancake.

Derek rolled his eyes, James chuckled, and Logan wanted to kill himself.

"No offense." James said to Logan casually, Logan was now looking at him like James had just twisted a knife up his groin.

"Excuse me are you joking?" Logan mumbled and James looked at him curiously.

"No, I think you're joking with that turtle neck black sweater. What are you? Ten?" James's tone was haughty, chipping away quickly at the attraction Logan felt for him.

Derek gave James a piercing look, but James ignored him, swooping to grab a fry from Logan's plate. That was the straw that broke the camel's back. Logan had made certain promises to himself before going to college; not letting a bully pick on him was one of them.

"You said loveable idiot. Not infuriating shallow jerk." He threw at Derek letting the anger out.

"What? I'm not a jerk." James said and stole another fry, cutting at Derek before he could answer.

"Oh, yes, we barely know each other for five minutes and you insulted me twice, and now you're stealing my food, you're a jerk."

"If a few stolen fries ruffle you like this then you are indeed ten." James continued to nip away at Logan's food.

"And you're rude."

"Right back at ya." James countered in sing-song.

"Did you just stick your tongue at me? Well, I'm ten you're five!" Logan said moving his plate away from James.

"Umm guys can we start over?" Derek tried they both ignored him.

"Anything else you want to inform me?" James said to Logan annoyed with his tone.

"Yes, I'm moving in your house." Logan answered decisively but really not knowing if he even wanted that anymore.

"Fine!" James boomed.

"FINE!" Logan shouted, got up and stomped his way towards the bathroom. He turned to check if James was stealing any more of his fries and chuckled when he saw him flailing his arms defensively against Derek who was hitting him repeatedly with the menu catalogue.

Was this too sort? Was Derek too annoying? That's what the review button is there for! I'd love to read some feedback! Also I have a surprise guest coming over tonight so the second chapter will probably run late.