[fic, BTR] Corrective Measures
Title: Corrective Measures
Disclaimer: Not my boys, although I kind of love them like they were.
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Ozzy, one-sided James/Logan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: ~950
Warnings: language, jealous!James
Summary: James runs to get something he forgot at the apartment, and sees something he wasn't supposed to.
Author's Notes: Bonus side-story for my Harvestfest fill, 'Staying the Course'. I couldn't help it :| Apparently in my mind there is no way that neither James nor Logan has an interest in the other.
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James had seen enough TV shows and movies in his lifetime to recognize the possibility of things like other worlds. And as kids, of course he and his friends had imagined traveling to other worlds, imagined how their lives would be different in an alternate reality. Sometimes James had wished he was in another world, when things were less than fun at home.
But it wasn't until the night of that stupid Halloween party that James ever seriously thought he might have somehow accidentally entered another world. Because what was happening just…well, it couldn't be real.
The party had been going great. James was dressed like a pirate, which was obviously one of the coolest costume choices around. Anything that invited connection with Johnny Depp and/or Orlando Bloom was always a good call. Plus it meant he got to talk in a sexy pirate voice and carry around a fake sword that he could hit things with, so all in all the night was awesome.
Until, at least, James had to run back up to 2J once he realized he'd forgotten his eye patch. The apartment was dark but James didn't bother with the lights, since he knew exactly where he'd left it and he could see well enough to get there. As he reached the coffee table, though, he caught some movement down by the pool area, and leaned over the couch to get a better look.
James realized with a start that it was Logan, and even more interestingly he wasn't alone. He was with that hulk of a teenager, Ozzy. The guy Logan had been next to every time James had seen him at the party. The guy Logan had been regularly ditching his friends for for months.
Why the heck were they out by the pool, in the dark, alone, together?
Well it was obviously in James's best friend duty to find out, since even after all this time of apparent friendship James still didn't really trust the guy. Maybe he was, like…forcing Logan to be friends with him. Or something.
James settled on his knees on the couch, facing the windows and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. He didn't know if Logan could see him from down there, but if he did James definitely knew he'd be pissed. Even if James was doing this out of the kindness of his heart.
Except when James saw Logan lean over and kiss Ozzy straight on the mouth, that sure didn't feel anything like kindness anywhere near his heart.
It felt more like something heavy and strange and unwanted. Something twisted and terrible. It felt like the world was all wrong; that this couldn't be real life, because in real life Logan didn't kiss boys.
In real life, if Logan did kiss boys, he wouldn't kiss boys who weren't James.
Because what the hell? James was way better looking than that guy. And way cooler, and awesomer, and best-friendier, and totally fucking had dibs on Logan if Logan ever wanted anything to do with kissing boys.
Didn't Logan know that?
It wasn't something James should have ever needed to say. James was the handsomest guy Logan knew. By a lot. If Logan wanted a boy, Logan should want James. That was simple logic, and Logan was supposed to be the fucking smart one of the group.
The smart one, who currently had his mouth all over some green-faced jerkwad that James could most definitely take in a fight any day of the week. Easily.
James really didn't want to keep watching out the window, but he didn't know what else to do. There were a lot of things he wanted to do: he wanted to go tell Kendall and Carlos. He wanted to bang on the window until he caused enough racket to disrupt the stupid kissing. He wanted to run down to the pool and drag Logan away, carry him back up to the apartment and show him how much better he was at everything ever than Ozzy could possibly hope to be.
What he did was text Carlos and say the costume awards were about to be announced, so he should really find Logan and tell him to come back.
It took a couple more minutes of gut-wrenching viewing, but finally, finally the kissing stopped. Finally Logan went back into the hotel, alone, and finally James was able to unglue himself from the couch. He spent the return trip to the party trying to will his face into looking normal again.
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James thought he was doing a pretty good job until he saw the green smudges on Logan's face. Then he sort of wanted to hit something. Or cry.
Except not cry, because well. That would be stupid.
Throw a fit, maybe? Those were allowed.
Instead he offered Logan his bandana and bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from making snide comments. Logan didn't want them to know. Obviously. Which was actually stupider than crying would've been, but even in this weird alternate reality where Logan chose to explore his sexuality with a guy who wasn't James, James was still a damn good best friend. So if Logan didn't want them to know, then James wouldn't say anything.
That didn't mean he wouldn't be bitter about it.
Or throw fits about everything and anything else, just to make a point.
Or try to steal Logan away.
Because really? He was James Diamond. It was only natural that Logan should want him. James was just trying to reassert the laws of the universe. Trying to bring them all back to reality.
Out of the kindness of his heart, of course.
Disclaimer: Not my boys, although I kind of love them like they were.
Pairings/Characters: Logan/Ozzy, one-sided James/Logan
Rating: PG-13 (for language)
Word Count: ~950
Warnings: language, jealous!James
Summary: James runs to get something he forgot at the apartment, and sees something he wasn't supposed to.
Author's Notes: Bonus side-story for my Harvestfest fill, 'Staying the Course'. I couldn't help it :| Apparently in my mind there is no way that neither James nor Logan has an interest in the other.
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James had seen enough TV shows and movies in his lifetime to recognize the possibility of things like other worlds. And as kids, of course he and his friends had imagined traveling to other worlds, imagined how their lives would be different in an alternate reality. Sometimes James had wished he was in another world, when things were less than fun at home.
But it wasn't until the night of that stupid Halloween party that James ever seriously thought he might have somehow accidentally entered another world. Because what was happening just…well, it couldn't be real.
The party had been going great. James was dressed like a pirate, which was obviously one of the coolest costume choices around. Anything that invited connection with Johnny Depp and/or Orlando Bloom was always a good call. Plus it meant he got to talk in a sexy pirate voice and carry around a fake sword that he could hit things with, so all in all the night was awesome.
Until, at least, James had to run back up to 2J once he realized he'd forgotten his eye patch. The apartment was dark but James didn't bother with the lights, since he knew exactly where he'd left it and he could see well enough to get there. As he reached the coffee table, though, he caught some movement down by the pool area, and leaned over the couch to get a better look.
James realized with a start that it was Logan, and even more interestingly he wasn't alone. He was with that hulk of a teenager, Ozzy. The guy Logan had been next to every time James had seen him at the party. The guy Logan had been regularly ditching his friends for for months.
Why the heck were they out by the pool, in the dark, alone, together?
Well it was obviously in James's best friend duty to find out, since even after all this time of apparent friendship James still didn't really trust the guy. Maybe he was, like…forcing Logan to be friends with him. Or something.
James settled on his knees on the couch, facing the windows and trying to be as inconspicuous as possible. He didn't know if Logan could see him from down there, but if he did James definitely knew he'd be pissed. Even if James was doing this out of the kindness of his heart.
Except when James saw Logan lean over and kiss Ozzy straight on the mouth, that sure didn't feel anything like kindness anywhere near his heart.
It felt more like something heavy and strange and unwanted. Something twisted and terrible. It felt like the world was all wrong; that this couldn't be real life, because in real life Logan didn't kiss boys.
In real life, if Logan did kiss boys, he wouldn't kiss boys who weren't James.
Because what the hell? James was way better looking than that guy. And way cooler, and awesomer, and best-friendier, and totally fucking had dibs on Logan if Logan ever wanted anything to do with kissing boys.
Didn't Logan know that?
It wasn't something James should have ever needed to say. James was the handsomest guy Logan knew. By a lot. If Logan wanted a boy, Logan should want James. That was simple logic, and Logan was supposed to be the fucking smart one of the group.
The smart one, who currently had his mouth all over some green-faced jerkwad that James could most definitely take in a fight any day of the week. Easily.
James really didn't want to keep watching out the window, but he didn't know what else to do. There were a lot of things he wanted to do: he wanted to go tell Kendall and Carlos. He wanted to bang on the window until he caused enough racket to disrupt the stupid kissing. He wanted to run down to the pool and drag Logan away, carry him back up to the apartment and show him how much better he was at everything ever than Ozzy could possibly hope to be.
What he did was text Carlos and say the costume awards were about to be announced, so he should really find Logan and tell him to come back.
It took a couple more minutes of gut-wrenching viewing, but finally, finally the kissing stopped. Finally Logan went back into the hotel, alone, and finally James was able to unglue himself from the couch. He spent the return trip to the party trying to will his face into looking normal again.
--
James thought he was doing a pretty good job until he saw the green smudges on Logan's face. Then he sort of wanted to hit something. Or cry.
Except not cry, because well. That would be stupid.
Throw a fit, maybe? Those were allowed.
Instead he offered Logan his bandana and bit the inside of his mouth to stop himself from making snide comments. Logan didn't want them to know. Obviously. Which was actually stupider than crying would've been, but even in this weird alternate reality where Logan chose to explore his sexuality with a guy who wasn't James, James was still a damn good best friend. So if Logan didn't want them to know, then James wouldn't say anything.
That didn't mean he wouldn't be bitter about it.
Or throw fits about everything and anything else, just to make a point.
Or try to steal Logan away.
Because really? He was James Diamond. It was only natural that Logan should want him. James was just trying to reassert the laws of the universe. Trying to bring them all back to reality.
Out of the kindness of his heart, of course.