Two apple fics
Hi there, two Jogan apple fics based on shisou_eimin's the prompt from the neglected fluff meme:
lol, idk what else to say. I was thinking about one of my favorite books "Daughter of the Forest" and in it, the main character gets saved by this guy and he offers to share his apple with her and in her culture sharing an apple is a symbol of love, or some such. it's been a really long time since i've read it, tbh lol
but yeah, I just want James and Logan sharing an apple. >_>
And because I get carried away I wrote two versions, showverse and RPS, lol.
Title: An Apple A Day...
Fandom: Big Time Rush RPS
Pairing: James/Logan RPS
Wordcount: 1,164
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and I don't know anyone personally, this is a work of fiction, I make no money off this.
Summary: Logan bakes like a mean sonuvabitch and James doesn't want to lose any fingers, but that doesn't stop him from sneaking an apple.
Author's Note: Prompted, encouraged and beta'd by the lovely shisou_eimin :D
“You’re doing it wrong.”
Logan raises an eyebrow at James, who is sitting on the counter next to the stove where Logan is moving a rapidly melting pad of butter around the bottom of a rectangular glass dish. James grins at him brightly and Logan rolls his eyes. “What, you’re the expert?”
“I am. I could be a food critic,” James nods seriously, plucking up an apple from his other side where Logan has a cutting board and various items scattered.
“If you think you can do better, be my guest,” Logan motions to the cutting board and the five big apples that sit haphazardly at the top. James looks at them, considering it for a moment, and then turns back to Logan.
“Nope, I like you being my kitchen bitch. This is gonna be better than a sandwich!” James beams at him and Logan wishes he had a spatula to hit him with.
“If this wasn’t going to be eaten by other people, I’d make sure it was full of salmonella just to watch you suffer. Consider yourself lucky!” Logan crosses in front of James to get to his cutting board, patting James on the cheek in mock affection. James responds by giving Logan a quick swat on the ass.
“We should get you a frilly apron that says ‘Kitchen Bitch’,” he tells Logan, who is glaring up at him, not amused.
“You know I have a knife, right? Just saying,” Logan says, brandishing the large cutting knife as he lines up the first apple. James subtly scoots away from the cutting board a little as Logan begins peeling the apples. “What time are we going over to Carlos’s castle?”
James can’t help but chuckle a little. Ever since Carlos bought his sweet ass mansion they haven’t stopped teasing him. Mostly they called it his castle, and would be a bunch of dicks when they were over, calling for servants or torches to help light their way when they walked down the halls. At his mansion-warming party they’d cobbled together the ugliest princess tiara thing with the help of a dollar store, hot glue and copious amounts of glitter. They’d presented it to him on a hideously striped throw pillow. It now lives on a special shelf in Carlos’s huge walk-in closet.
“Six. Will your apple atrocity of a dessert be done by then?” James teases, tossing the apple he’d snatched earlier between his hands like a baseball.
“One point for alliteration, negative two points for calling my dessert a massacre, and it will be done on time. You pick up the ice cream?” Logan’s hacking all the apples up into wedges before slicing them. James would steal one but he’s pretty sure he’d be missing a finger if he tried.
“In the freezer,” he replies absently, nosing around at the other items Logan’s laid out on the counter- brown sugar, flour, oats, butter, cinnamon and nutmeg along with measuring cups and even a wooden spoon. “I’m surprised you own all of this. I never took you for the baking type.”
“I do occasionally try to impress the ladies with fancy pastries. And by ladies I mean Glickman. Erin eats anything you put in front of her if you tell her you made it with love. It’s like she can’t help herself. I purposely switched baking soda and baking powder once to see if she’d tell me they were bad, but no. She just ate them and thanked me.” Logan picks up a little stack of apple slices and fans them out across the bottom of the buttered glass dish.
“She indulges you,” James steals an apple slice now that the knife is out of use. Logan doesn’t seem to notice. “What’s Kendall bringing tonight?”
“Fuck if I know,” Logan has covered the bottom of the dish in apples and he looks at it skeptically. “I need that.” He’s pointing to the apple James is about to bite into, mouth open wide to take a hunk out of it.
“Huh?” James asks, keeping his mouth wide and not moving the apple the last inch to his mouth.
“Don’t eat it, there’s a space over here that needs some,” Logan motions to the dish and James glances down at it before taking his bite. “James!” Logan barks at him.
“Oo dun ‘eed et,” James says around the big mouthful. At least a quarter of the apple is gone because of his handiwork.
“I do need it, asshole, hand it over,” Logan holds out his hand, waiting as James holds it away and chews thoughtfully.
“Fine. But you have to take a bite of it first,” James concedes, swallowing.
“I don’t want any, I just need half of it for this corner-“
“Eat and you shall receive!” James waves the bitten apple, trying to act like it’s tantalizing, making waves in the air in front of Logan’s face with it.
“What is this, the Garden of Eden? It’s times like this I wish I had a camera so people can see how you’re really not cool at all, you’re just as weird as the rest of us,” Logan makes an attempt to grab James’s wrist, but James pulls away quickly.
“Allow me,” He makes a smarmy face that reminds Logan of one of those pompous French waiters. This comparison is only reinforced when James holds out the apple like one of those waiters presenting wine.
“You’d think after being around for twenty-one years I’d be able to feed myself, but no. I don’t know how I survive when you’re not around to do it for me,” Logan’s sharp snarky wit never really subsides, and James pushes the bitten area so it smushes against Logan’s lips. Logan makes a big show of how he doesn’t understand how to eat, refusing to open his mouth. James is laughing as he catches Logan’s chin with his free hand and tugs his bottom lip down with his thumb.
“One bite! Just one!” And Logan finally relents and takes a bite, half of the already bitten part and half untouched. James sits back and rests his head against the cabinet, hands in his lap, content as he watches Logan chew. “You looove me.”
“I don’t know any place where forcing someone to eat an apple is considered love-“
“The Greeks shared apples as a sign of love,” James is quick to answer and it makes Logan pause, finish chewing and swallow. He smiles a little before shaking his head.
“That’s why you wanted something with apples,” Logan muses, his lop-sided smile stretching out fully over his face, amused that he’s been had. “You’re stupid, you know that?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about, I’m obviously just a history buff who can tell you that Dionysus wooed Aphrodite with apples. There’s no secret Apple-of-My-Eye-Love-Mission-thing going on here,” James scoffs, setting the half eaten apple on Logan’s cutting board before glancing at him with a small grin. “I’m stupid, remember?”
Title: Core Values
Fandom: Big Time Rush
Pairing: James/Logan
Wordcount: 1,184
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: I do not own anything and I don't know anyone personally, this is a work of fiction, I make no money off this.
Summary: The boys have a picnic that gets trashed. Logan and James take a moment to appreciate the simple things.
Author's Note: Still, as always, prompted, encouraged and beta'd by the lovely shisou_eimin :D
“Heads up!” Carlos crashes through the array of different food on the red and white checkered blanket, slipping and falling. He lands face down in a bowl of potato salad.
“Carlos!” Logan yells, surveying all of the ruined food- the plate of burgers has toppled over, buns scattering everywhere, a grape rolls off the edge of the blanket away from the over turned bowl of fruit salad, and Carlos has one knee in the dish of cut watermelon Logan had lovingly arranged and his other knee is pressing on the ketchup bottle and it spurts a never ending puddle of its contents on the blanket. It’s not everything, but the damage puts a big dent in their lunch plans. Carlos yanks himself out of the potato salad, face covered in mayo and potato chunks.
“I’m sorry!” Carlos looks terribly dismayed but then his face quickly changes to-
“Ow!” The frisbee hits Logan right on the side of the face, making direct contact with his left cheekbone and bouncing off. It lands in the cake Mama Knight made them that’s decorated in cute spring flowers and it sticks up like a shark fin out of the center of the cake.
Logan can feel his eyes watering up from the force of the impact and he’s clutching the side of his face as James and Kendall trot up warily to the edge of the blanket. They check out the spoiled food, sad both at the loss of food and the break in their awesome game. “Who threw that?” Logan grits out, glaring daggers at the two who immediately jump up to full attention.
“He did it!” They accuse in unison, pointing at each other. “No I didn’t!” They say together, appalled at the thought.
“You’re both stupid!” Logan barks out, and for once they shut up and just stand there looking apologetic. “I told you it was a bad idea to play frisbee by the food, but noooooooo, you just had to do it anyway.”
“We’re sorry, Logan! It was an accident!” Carlos is using his puppy dog face that usually works on Logan because Carlos just isn’t the mean spirited type, he never means it when he’s done something wrong. He’s just excitable and prone to getting into trouble, and really, they all have their flaws so Logan can’t be too upset. “We can still have our picnic!” Carlos brightens, trying to be hopeful as he snatches a corn dog up that’s rolled onto the grass. He blows on it and dusts it off before holding it out to Logan with a hopeful smile. Logan just stares at it.
“Carlos,” Kendall comes to his rescue, tugging at the boy’s arm and making Carlos stand up. “How about we go throw this stuff out and see what else we can scrounge up from the fridge?” Carlos frowns sadly at the mess around him and then looks down at himself as a piece of potato falls off his face and into the ketchup puddle.
“Okay,” he says, plucking the potato chunk from the ketchup and popping it into his mouth before picking up the plate of dirt and grass covered burgers.
“Let’s get you cleaned up too, huh?” Kendall grins as he draws a smiley face in the potato salad stuck to Carlos’s face. The boy ducks his head, laughing, and the two take a few more wrecked food items and head back to the apartment.
James plops himself down next to Logan, surveying the ruined picnic. “This sucks,” he comments helpfully.
“Yup,” Logan replies, still rubbing his cheek. He’s not really sure why they can’t ever have nice things, but he figures that they try and that’s half the battle.
“Does it hurt?” James asks leaning in a little to peer at the rapidly forming bruise. Logan just shrugs because it hurts but saying that will only make James feel bad and not get their picnic back so it’s a moot point. James takes it for what it is and stretches forward, digging a finger into the side of the cake. He sucks chocolate frosting and the crumbs of yellow cake that came with it into his mouth. “Still good,” he grins at Logan.
“Yeah, but is anything else?” Logan motions around the blanket of destroyed food, not seeing anything that hasn’t landed in the grass or had one of Carlos’s sweaty limbs in it. James squints hard as he looks before snapping his fingers and tugging the blanket until an apple rolls its way over to them. He presents it to Logan with another proud smile that doesn’t waver when Logan taps the big bruise on one side. James shuffles it around in his hands so the bad part is hidden and keeps his winning smile pasted on.
“We can share,” James says cheerfully and looks around for a knife. Not finding one he looks at the apple like there’s a magical way to separate it, or like it’s one of those interlocking metal ring magic tricks. He shrugs a second later and takes a bite out of it then holds it out to Logan. Logan regards it for a moment before taking it and his own bite then passing it back.
They sit peacefully in silence, passing the apple back and forth with the occasional fingerful of chocolate frosting.
“Did you know that in Ancient Greek culture sharing an apple was a sign of love?” Logan blurts out and immediately regrets it. It’s not like they’d really talked about this thing between them where James sometimes sat a little closer than he needed to, or where Logan would sometimes ask for James’s advice on how to do his hair or dress for a concert, and how maybe that led to more touching then those scenarios called for. But who needs to talk about stuff? Not Logan, nope, nuh-uh, that’s for sure.
James looks at Logan and tilts his head. Logan wonders if James is getting what he’s trying to say. The answer is probably not, but James is smiling so it’s all the same. “That’s really cool,” James says and gives a little shrug. “It’s simple. I like it.” He takes another bite and chews while holding it out for Logan again, watching him this time. Logan blinks a few times, wondering if maybe James does get it. He takes the apple and a slow thoughtful bite of his own while James continues. “It’s one of those little cute things.”
James is gazing at the cake now and Logan thinks about the contrast of what he’s said versus how simplistic the cake and its little piped flowers look, and yet how much time he knows Mama Knight spent making it for them. Logan’s so surprised when James presses their shoulders together he almost chokes on the apple pieces in his mouth.
“I think the little things are the best kind sometimes,” James says a little quieter. As vague as that statement is, the way James isn’t looking at him but very distinctly leaning into Logan’s shoulder is pretty clear.
James gets it just fine.
END
I researched a little for these fics at this site here
And if you want the recipe for the apple crisp Logan is making it's here. That's not the recipe I personally use, but the internet seems to like it. XD