A/N: Update and since you've waited long enough for this I am not saying anything else except...review? I don't deserve them, I know, but I need them at this point. Enjoy.

Logan had walked into his room after the session with Kelly and James' unexpected show up. The first thing he saw was a large suitcase and some small bags scattered around it lying beside his bed. It was true, it really happened. James was his roommate.

After this he ran to the manager's office. This had to be fixed, he couldn't live with James, this one night was more than enough. He knew that James would make his stay hell. More hell than it already was.

"Oh. Logan. I need to talk to you," he heard Mr. Knight's voice as he sprinted down the hall. He turned around to find the manager coming up to him with a cup of coffee in one hand.

"Yeah and I want to ask you something," Logan mumbled as the manager passed by him and entered his office. Logan followed close behind and closed the door behind him. Mr. Knight sat behind the messiest desk Logan had ever seen in his life and gestured for him to sit as well.

"I know what you want to ask, but listen to what I have to say first."

Logan shifted in the armchair fearing that the manager would turn down his request before he even spoke it out. The older man sipped from his coffee cup, scooted closer to his desk and looked at the anxious boy across him.

"Ms. Wainwright told me about the incident during your session. It was a decision I had to make since James Diamond has crossed some lines here," Logan shuddered at the mention of the name, pictures of the morning flooding his head.

"Why me?" he asked in a low voice. This had to be some kind of punishment, an insisting 'why?' playing in his mind over and over. What had he done wrong to deserve this?

The manager leaned on his forearms and clasped his hands, "Look son, my decision is beneficial for you both. The main reason of this move is to keep James under constant surveillance. I chose you of all the patients in here because you have the least psychological problems and because I am giving you a chance to interact. James is a talkative, easy going person and I believe he's the best kind of character that can help you with your situation."

Logan pondered all the prospects. What he wanted was to leave this place and if he had to bear with James -a lot- more than he initially thought or wanted to, then he could at least try. Besides, daily, eight hours were preserved for night sleep, three for afternoon rest, two for therapy and three for meals. The calculations led to approximately...eight hours of James. Everyday. Okay maybe he could spend them all at the library but for now this sounded like a plan to leave this place and James sooner than expected.

A snap of fingers broke Logan's train of thought and set him back to the office, "Logan, are you-"

"Yes, okay," he answered hurriedly, "I will stay with James."

"All right!" the green-eyed manager exclaimed clapping his hands once, "Everything set, off you go."

Logan tripped on his way out and made his way to his room. To his shared room. James wasn't in there fifteen minutes ago and hopefully he wouldn't be back yet. He needed his own space and he had to make his own space. He had to re-arrange his stuff in the closet, the bathroom counter and the bedroom and he needed to do this before James came in.

Logan turned the knob and pushed the wooden door open. Shutting it behind him he noticed James' luggage was still untouched and he smiled to himself. Deciding to start from the bathroom he opened the door on his left. Only the first thing he saw wasn't his toothbrush cup, but a tan, muscular back with droplets of water running down the flushed skin. His knuckles turned white around the knob he was holding, his face was on fire - and all of his body for that matter.

James was wrapping a towel around his waist without turning around. Instead he used the slightly foggy mirror to look into the frozen brunet's eyes.

"If I knew you'd be coming so soon, I would've waited for you," he smirked in the mirror as he raised his hands to finger-comb his wet hair. Logan choked on his own spit at the wet flexing muscles and stumbled backwards closing the door as he did. He stayed there for a few moments trying to calm his breathing and cursing himself for agreeing with the move.

. . . .

Moving James in with Logan was like setting the wolf free into its prey's home. James played off a little bit of drama at the manager about not having his privacy and freedom anymore. This manner made Mr. Knight more sure about the decision. Little did he know that James' main target was Logan and not Jett.

After deeming his hair sexy enough, James splashed more water over his chest and abs, the drops already rolling down his skin and disappearing under the towel hanging low on his hips. He gave a wink to his reflection and turned around to enter the bedroom. The little brunet wouldn't be able to resist for much more, he just had to find a way to attack him again without anyone around to interrupt them.

Rounding the corner he saw Logan on the bed, sleeping, but James wasn't so sure about that.

"Logan?" he called as he walked over to the bed. On his way he noticed that Logan's clothes weren't scattered over the chair anymore. The books on the nightstand were packed away, save for the little alarm clock.

He walked to Logan's side and sat carefully by the sleeping form. The brunet's breathing became quicker and shallow, James' lip tugging to a crooked smile as he leaned over Logan and blew air on his mouth. Logan's lips tightened into a straight line as James leaned over him more. Their faces were mere inches away and James used some seconds to take in Logan's features. The now quivering lips, the eyes that moved frantically under his lids, his nostrils almost flaring and his cheeks that were coloured a cute shade of pink. James never took the time to appreciate the other person's face. It was something useless and time consuming. After all, this face could be used for other things. Things that were more fun.

James pecked Logan's rosy nose and moved to stand above his visibly shaking body. He smiled at the way the smaller brunet reacted at his presence as he unwrapped the towel and let it fall on the floor. The gentle noise of the action made Logan suck in a breath and turn on the other side, facing away from James.

James frowned. Never before has anyone denied a naked James anything. He walked around the bed and lied down, facing Logan. He was still playing Sleeping Beauty and James was too hard for this shit. He grabbed Logan's hand and brought it over his erection, the organ twitching at the contact. Logan was on the verge of a panic attack, James could say, but he wasn't giving up his act. James smirked and closed his fingers around Logan's which closed around his dick, making the bigger brunet hiss and moan. Logan's hand was warm and shaky and everything James needed at that moment. He moved his hand up and down, his eyes fluttering at the sensation, his body moving closer and closer to Logan's. Everything was heavenly until James decided to return the favour. Once his big hand made contact with Logan's clothed crotch, the brunet backed away with so much force he hit the floor. James hissed at the loss of Logan's hand, not fully comprehending what went wrong yet.

Logan groaned in pain and James crawled to the edge of the bed looking down at the squirming brunet.

"You liked it," James stated and Logan turned to look upwards, still in a panicked and pained expression.

"W-what?" Logan asked trying to crawl away from the bed.

"You like my dick. You like touching it," James clarified and Logan shook his head frantically.

"I-I don't k-know what you- what you're t-talking about," he stuttered and scooted further away until his back hit the window.

With an eyeroll James got off of the bed and walked in front of Logan. The panicked turned his head to the side trying to avoid James' erection that stood hard in front of his face.

"Mm-hm, yeah, okay. Will you finish what you started?" James asked smirking, taking his shaft from the base and bobbing it a few inches away from Logan's cheek. Logan swallowed hard and shut his eyes in an attempt to avoid answering, "Or maybe I should just come on you face..." James pretended to think about it, smiling wider and wider at Logan's reactions.

"James! James, open the fucking door!"

And here's the interruption. Kendall. Who else?

James picked the towel from the floor and wrapped it around his waist as he walked furiously at the door. Before he could even open it properly, Kendall stormed in and closed it shut behind him.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" the blond hissed and James glared at him.

"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" Kendall sighed and rolled his eyes annoyed before turning towards Logan who now stood awkwardly beside the bed. James crossed his hands over his chest and watched Kendall mumbling to Logan something and Logan shaking his head in response. Then he walked to the window and closed the curtains before glaring at James again.

"It could have been my father instead of me, do you know that?"

"Well, it wasn't your father. Now, leave."

"I will leave, but you will apologize to him."

"You. Fucking. Cockblock."

"Oh, so you think I would let you assault him? In front of the window! James, he is not Jett! Or Tony, or Jason or anyone of your cheap fucks."

James huffed and turned to look at Logan, the boy looking at him with a mild expression, playing with his fingers awkwardly. James could feel Kendall's green eyes piercing his head and turned to look at him again.

"He wants me. Everybody wants me."

Kendall rolled his eyes and gave him one last warning look before leaving the room. James stared at the door for a minute or two cursing Kendall for ruining everything. He turned to Logan who was now sitting on the edge of the bed, still looking at him.

"Logan, I know you are gay. Or bi, I don't know. But you definitely like cock. So why are you resisting? We're gonna be in this damn place for God knows how long and I am offering you the greatest fucks of your life. And who the hell says no to sex? Only you! And Kendall! We have a room to ourselves and we're gonna waste it like that?" he threw his arms up in exasperation and stared in Logan's eyes expecting an answer.

Logan shuddered a breath and stood from his bed to walk towards him. James saw fear in his eyes along with something else, something like...desire. Logan stopped in front of James. He opened and closed his mouth several times causing James to raise an eyebrow, but he didn't say anything. He closed his eyes, took a breath and finally spoke.

"I want you to kiss me again."

. . . .

Hazel eyes stared into chocolate ones in disbelief. Logan barely recognized himself. Yeah, sure he wanted to feel James' lips again, the intensity of his first kiss and even more if he has to be honest. He liked that, he really did, but to ask for it? He never thought he would. Hell, he never thought he could! That's why he took a few steps back, his words spinning in his head like a hurricane, his face ready to explode from embarrassment. And James' cocky smile wasn't helping one bit.

A moment of deja vu played between them as James leaned in and Logan took a few steps back, the back of his knees hitting the mattress. James didn't stop so Logan had to sit on the bed to avoid his face.

"Oh, don't go away from me," James smirked while straddling Logan's lap, "You said you want it," he whispered in Logan's ear causing the smaller brunet to take a sharp breath through the nose. James was right, so why was he laying back on the bed to avoid him? James copied Logan's movement, soon hovering over him, breathing in what the other breathed out.

It was this moment, the moment the surgeon and the cameraman kissed. It was a blur in Logan's mind, but he could still remember how his heart did this erratic beating and how his body reacted. He wanted this, he wanted to feel like this even though he never knew this feeling himself. It had come back now, it was there, ready to explode and when James finally crashed their lips Logan closed his eyes and welcomed the sensation.

It wasn't like the first time, it was slow and soft and Logan soon found himself wanting more. He raised his hands that were limply lying by his sides and placed them on James' shoulder blades, slowly sliding them up, over the few water drops that remained on the brunet's hot skin to tangle his fingers in the wet hair.

James shifted on top of Logan and moaned against his mouth. It was then that the smaller brunet opened his mouth, his lower lip already numb from James' nibbling, that he felt his heart doing that out of control and rhythm beating again. He felt James' tongue enter his mouth and Logan met him there. As if the closeness wasn't enough, the hands tangled into the brunet's hair pulled him further down, their noses digging into each other's cheeks. James smiled and Logan felt it, the battle of tongues turning into one of teeth, gasps and moans as the two males devoured one another.

Big, warm hands were flat on Logan's chest, slowly sliding down the fabric until they reached the waistband of his jeans. Logan squirmed, his grips tightened, but James worked his mouth in just the right ways and relaxed him. The skilled hands slid under Logan's t-shirt and back to his waist, right over the pair of back dimples. Logan's mind was on overdrive, logic fighting feelings and blurring his mind even more when James' hot mouth started to leave a trail of wet kisses down his throat. The hands around his waist made him back his hips up causing their crotches rub perfectly. James moaned behind Logan's ear, grinding into Logan's lap continuously, relentlessly.

"You're an animal, Logan...gonna fuck you so hard, baby," he breathed, "Gonna make you scream."

"No, J-James, stop!"

James would have continued, he would have taken what he wanted if it wasn't for those surprisingly strong arms pushing him away. Logan pushed James to the side and snaked away from him.

A kiss, that's what he had asked for.

James looked at him confused and still flushed from all the previous actions and Logan couldn't speak. They don't know each other at all, they only met yesterday and they have made out twice! James was looking at him like a hungry beast and Logan had turned into one himself for the past minutes. James was using him, manipulating him, Logan couldn't even control his mind with James around, he couldn't think straight, he turned into someone he couldn't recognise. Without another thought he ran out the door and down the hallway. It was lunch time, strangers walking in and out the cafeteria, chatting, giggling, looking at him or looking away from him.

He turned and took the stairs up until he reached the third floor. He glanced around at the doors, no one in the hallway, finding the rest rooms and making a dash to them. He couldn't see the knob, he couldn't see the sink or himself in the mirror. He could just hear his sobs and think, I am going crazy.

. . . .

"He blue balled me," James hissed as he banged his tray on the table making Kendall jump in his seat, "Again!"

"What?" Kendall asked trying to catch up with the fuming brunet.

"Logan! This little bastard! He left me with a hard on and no ass! Unbelievable!" he stabbed his broccoli and shoved it into his mouth, chewing angrily.

Kendall rolled his eyes and relaxed in his chair, "I take it you didn't apologize."

"He must apologize! He turned from a wild lion into a scared bunny in zero point two seconds!"

"Who turned into a scared bunny in zero point two seconds?"

Kendall turned his head towards the man standing beside him while James paused his chewing.

"Hi, Jett."

"Hi Kendall. James' not talking to me?"

"No, no, I am." he swallowed his food and gave a charming smile which Kendall recognised as the 'you are the last person I wanna talk to, get the fuck away now thank you' smile.

"No welcome kiss?" Jett gave the puppy eyes and then closed them while leaning down.

James rolled his eyes and Kendall nodded towards Jett the 'get over with it' gesture because he was the one looking around to catch any nurse's eye looking their way or worse; his father. James gave a peck to the awaiting puckered lips and turned his back to resume his lunch. Only Jett wouldn't take that. He swung an arm around James' neck and sat comfortably on his lap.

"What are you doing!" James yelled annoyed, trying to push Jett off of him.

"I have been planning our date for the past two days so everything is perfect and safe and I knock on your door to surprise you only to find it vacant. Why didn't you tell me you moved out?"

"The third warning, duh. It's your fault basically."

"My fault? We are doing this together James. Plus, I haven't been caught, so obviously it's your fault."

James was losing his tempter more and more as the seconds ticked by. He clutched the fork in his hand tighter and tighter, his short nails digging into the flesh of his palm, his knuckles paling.

"Guys, break it off now, we're in the middle of the cafeteria and I can't really pass you off as 'just friends' if someone sees you," Kendall interrupted having seen James' reaction and trying to prevent an explosion.

"Well we are not 'just friends', we are friends with benefits and that's soon going to change, right baby?" Jett turned to James, his fingers drawing random shapes on the brunet's neck.

James really wanted to stab Jett with the fork in the gut and he had to try very hard to actually contain himself and not do it. He forced a smile and gently pushed Jett away giving a little nod as he did so. "Right."

Kendall had warned James a billion times about this day, the day that Jett would get emotionally attached to him and demand exclusivity, but the brunet kept going in deep. When Jett asked James on a date a couple of days ago he thought he could push it. Yeah, okay, James didn't really like Jett but if he gave an actual relationship a chance, maybe he could start counting on emotions. And Jett was already getting better since he fell for James so why not give it a try?

"Oh James, what room are you in now?" Jett remembered to ask as he was walking away.

James looked at Kendall for a split second, the blond giving him an exasperated glare. If he gave the wrong number then he would be screwed, if he gave the right number he would be screwed twice. And there was Logan in the middle. Logan... He wants James, he just needs a little push... And what if this little push is jealousy?

"Room 16, baby." he answered with a wink which Jett returned before he left the cafeteria.

When James turned to resume his lunch, a smirk came on his face as he saw from the corner of his eye Kendall face palm and when Kendall face palms it means fun.