Speak Now: Speak Now
Title: Tie The Knot
Fandom: Big Time Rush
Pairing: James/Logan
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 956
Disclaimer: If I owned Big Time Rush, I would have no need for fanfiction.
Summary: I decided to write a collection of fics based on Taylor Swift's album Speak Now. Some may have actual names, some may not. Some actually match the lyrics, others were just barely inspired by them. Pretty much all of them are slash.
Author's Notes: See, I told you I write pairings besides Kogan and Jarlos. And also, this is kind of borderline crack.
“Kendall hurry up.” James was bouncing in his seat in his hurry to get to the church, and Carlos was four seconds away from opening the car door and shoving his best friend out through it. Instead he put his hand on James’s shoulder, pleading silently with him to calm down.
Kendall gritted his teeth and gripped the steering wheel harder. “James. Chill. We’re not even late yet.”
James’s knee continued bouncing relentlessly, much to Carlos’s dismay. “I know that, but I need to see…I need to talk to him before…before…” James trailed off, choking on his words, and both Kendall and Carlos sighed, having seen their friend like this before. It wasn’t something they liked to see.
“James, are you sure you want to do this?” Carlos asked, for once trying to be the reasonable one. “I mean, you saw him leave the house; he was so happy. Besides we aren’t even supposed to technically be going-”
“Carlos, Logan is about to make the biggest mistake of his life!” James interrupted. His leg had stopped bouncing; instead, now all his energy was focused onto the small boy next to him. Carlos, seeing the fierce look in James’s eyes, slapped his helmet onto his head for protection. “I can’t let him do this. He’ll regret it for the rest of his life. I’ll regret letting him do it for the rest of my life.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you worried at all about Camille? You’ve seen for yourself what she’s capable of when-” Carlos shut up when he saw the glare James was shooting at him.
Even though it was crazy, Carlos and Kendall were James’s friends, and they understood why he had to do it. Plus, neither of them wanted to experience the wrath of James and his hair straightener. Still, on the rest of the car ride over to the church where the wedding was to take place, both boys worried about what Logan’s and Camille’s reactions to James barging in would be.
James was out of the car almost before it stopped moving. Rushing to put it in park and turn off the ignition, Kendall hurried after him, with Carlos close on his heels. James was already gone, somewhere in the building searching for Logan by the time they reached the front entrance.
The wedding hadn’t started when James found him. Logan was standing by the altar, adjusting his tie and looking nervous as James approached. Logan didn’t see him until it was too late, and James was already making his way down the aisle, calling Logan’s name.
Logan’s eyes widened when he saw the boy. “What are you doing here?” he hissed, glancing around the room as he moved toward James. “You know Camille told you not to come,” he reminded him, with a trace of guilt on his face.
James took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Logan, I can’t let you do this. You’re making a big mistake.”
Confusion overwhelmed the shorter boy’s face. “What are you talking about?”
“You can not wear that tie with that jacket.”
“James, it’s a black tie.”
“It’s a completely different black!” James insisted, beginning to undo Logan’s tie. “It’ll clash horribly on camera and you’ll regret wearing it every single time you see the movie.”
Logan sighed, unable to see the difference between the two blacks, but letting James switch the ties anyway-if he didn’t, he’d never hear the end of it when he got back home from filming. He’d never thought his boyfriend would ever do something as crazy as crash the set of a movie; but then, Logan hadn’t thought he would ever become an actor, either. It was pure luck that the director had seen him and thought he was perfect for the role of the best man. “You do realize that if it was really that noticeable on film, one of the crew would’ve noticed and switched it, right?”
“Yeah, but this way I have an excuse to see my boyfriend,” James grinned, pressing a quick kiss to Logan’s lips before returning his attention to his tie.
Logan grimaced. “You also get to experience the wrath of Camille,” he muttered, and then Logan was pulled away and Camille was standing in his place, hands on her hips.
James smirked. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before-”
Camille interrupted him, ruffling the huge skirt of her dress for the scene they were about to film. “James I told you not to come to set! No one needs you distracting Logan with your shiny hair and your pouty lips and your ‘I’m going to ravish you later when we get home’ looks!” she exclaimed, deepening her voice while she imitated James’s voice. His smirk only grew, until it was wiped away by Camille’s hand connecting with his cheek. She turned and flounced off when the director called her name.
“Her slaps are getting less painful,” James commented to Logan, who nodded in agreement. “Anyway, good luck,” he continued with a big smile, leaning in to press his lips to Logan’s once more. When James tried to pull away, Logan leaned with him, making the kiss last a second longer. When he pulled back his eyes were glazed over and he had a huge smile on his face.
“This is exactly what I was talking about, James!” came Camille’s voice in the distance, and James hurried back to Kendall and Carlos, who were shaking their heads at their friend. Well, whatever. Like neither of them had ever done something as ridiculous as crashing a movie set just to kiss each other one last time.
Fine, but it was totally worth it.
Fandom: Big Time Rush
Pairing: James/Logan
Rating/Warnings: PG
Word Count: 956
Disclaimer: If I owned Big Time Rush, I would have no need for fanfiction.
Summary: I decided to write a collection of fics based on Taylor Swift's album Speak Now. Some may have actual names, some may not. Some actually match the lyrics, others were just barely inspired by them. Pretty much all of them are slash.
Author's Notes: See, I told you I write pairings besides Kogan and Jarlos. And also, this is kind of borderline crack.
“Kendall hurry up.” James was bouncing in his seat in his hurry to get to the church, and Carlos was four seconds away from opening the car door and shoving his best friend out through it. Instead he put his hand on James’s shoulder, pleading silently with him to calm down.
Kendall gritted his teeth and gripped the steering wheel harder. “James. Chill. We’re not even late yet.”
James’s knee continued bouncing relentlessly, much to Carlos’s dismay. “I know that, but I need to see…I need to talk to him before…before…” James trailed off, choking on his words, and both Kendall and Carlos sighed, having seen their friend like this before. It wasn’t something they liked to see.
“James, are you sure you want to do this?” Carlos asked, for once trying to be the reasonable one. “I mean, you saw him leave the house; he was so happy. Besides we aren’t even supposed to technically be going-”
“Carlos, Logan is about to make the biggest mistake of his life!” James interrupted. His leg had stopped bouncing; instead, now all his energy was focused onto the small boy next to him. Carlos, seeing the fierce look in James’s eyes, slapped his helmet onto his head for protection. “I can’t let him do this. He’ll regret it for the rest of his life. I’ll regret letting him do it for the rest of my life.”
“Yeah, but aren’t you worried at all about Camille? You’ve seen for yourself what she’s capable of when-” Carlos shut up when he saw the glare James was shooting at him.
Even though it was crazy, Carlos and Kendall were James’s friends, and they understood why he had to do it. Plus, neither of them wanted to experience the wrath of James and his hair straightener. Still, on the rest of the car ride over to the church where the wedding was to take place, both boys worried about what Logan’s and Camille’s reactions to James barging in would be.
James was out of the car almost before it stopped moving. Rushing to put it in park and turn off the ignition, Kendall hurried after him, with Carlos close on his heels. James was already gone, somewhere in the building searching for Logan by the time they reached the front entrance.
The wedding hadn’t started when James found him. Logan was standing by the altar, adjusting his tie and looking nervous as James approached. Logan didn’t see him until it was too late, and James was already making his way down the aisle, calling Logan’s name.
Logan’s eyes widened when he saw the boy. “What are you doing here?” he hissed, glancing around the room as he moved toward James. “You know Camille told you not to come,” he reminded him, with a trace of guilt on his face.
James took a deep breath to calm his nerves. “Logan, I can’t let you do this. You’re making a big mistake.”
Confusion overwhelmed the shorter boy’s face. “What are you talking about?”
“You can not wear that tie with that jacket.”
“James, it’s a black tie.”
“It’s a completely different black!” James insisted, beginning to undo Logan’s tie. “It’ll clash horribly on camera and you’ll regret wearing it every single time you see the movie.”
Logan sighed, unable to see the difference between the two blacks, but letting James switch the ties anyway-if he didn’t, he’d never hear the end of it when he got back home from filming. He’d never thought his boyfriend would ever do something as crazy as crash the set of a movie; but then, Logan hadn’t thought he would ever become an actor, either. It was pure luck that the director had seen him and thought he was perfect for the role of the best man. “You do realize that if it was really that noticeable on film, one of the crew would’ve noticed and switched it, right?”
“Yeah, but this way I have an excuse to see my boyfriend,” James grinned, pressing a quick kiss to Logan’s lips before returning his attention to his tie.
Logan grimaced. “You also get to experience the wrath of Camille,” he muttered, and then Logan was pulled away and Camille was standing in his place, hands on her hips.
James smirked. “Don’t you know it’s bad luck for the groom to see the bride before-”
Camille interrupted him, ruffling the huge skirt of her dress for the scene they were about to film. “James I told you not to come to set! No one needs you distracting Logan with your shiny hair and your pouty lips and your ‘I’m going to ravish you later when we get home’ looks!” she exclaimed, deepening her voice while she imitated James’s voice. His smirk only grew, until it was wiped away by Camille’s hand connecting with his cheek. She turned and flounced off when the director called her name.
“Her slaps are getting less painful,” James commented to Logan, who nodded in agreement. “Anyway, good luck,” he continued with a big smile, leaning in to press his lips to Logan’s once more. When James tried to pull away, Logan leaned with him, making the kiss last a second longer. When he pulled back his eyes were glazed over and he had a huge smile on his face.
“This is exactly what I was talking about, James!” came Camille’s voice in the distance, and James hurried back to Kendall and Carlos, who were shaking their heads at their friend. Well, whatever. Like neither of them had ever done something as ridiculous as crashing a movie set just to kiss each other one last time.
Fine, but it was totally worth it.