I really didn't sleep much at all for the next few days. This was all too distressing for me, and I was more focused on making sure Logan was doing alright then getting any sleep for myself. I basically sat up all night, watching him and doing any comfort I had to. What the hell was going on?

We took him to his second therapy session the following week. He was oddly reluctant to go, but he had to either way. We were running out of the time off Gustavo gave him and he had to get better feeling soon.

Unfortunately the rest of us were in the studio for Logan's appointment, so my mom took him instead. I had been doing my very best to keep the whole relationship under wraps from her and so far so good.

"It's really, really weird," I told the guys as we were on our way back to the Palm Woods. "He's, ugh, he does this weird thing."

"Like what?" asked Carlos.

"Like," I swallowed hard and looked at James. He sat beside me in the cab with his arms folded, thinning his lips in an almost-pout. "Like he calls me daddy."

Carlos immediately burst into laughter but James wasn't nearly as amused. "Daddy?" The tallest of us verified.

"Yeah," I agreed weakly. It made me sick to my stomach to think about it. Why did Logan have to use that word? "Did he ever call you that?"

"No," said James. "That is weird."

"I know, I know," I groaned. "Why do you think he does that?" Both Carlos and James shrugged. They were useless about this stuff. Who do I ask?

The cab pulled up in front of our building and we all piled out. We immediately went upstairs to see if Logan and my mom were home, which they were, and I took Logan aside to see how it went.

"They put me on medication," Logan said sadly.

"Really? Is that good?"

"I don't know."

"But it'll help?"

"I guess."

"Did you start yet?"

"Yes."

"Do you feel better?"

"It doesn't work that quickly," Logan rolled his eyes.

"Okay, sorry, sorry. I didn't know."

He looked at me and frowned. "I feel like a freak."

"Jesus, Logan. You aren't a freak. Nobody said that and nobody thinks it. We're all just really worried about you, because we care. It's upsetting to see you so miserable."

"I guess," Logan answered with a tiny moan of displeasure. He got up from the sofa and slithered back to his room and I tried to follow, but my mom popped out from somewhere and blocked my way.

"Uh, mom? I kinda need to—"

"Explain what's going on? Yes, you do." She stood with her arms akimbo and a scary face glaring at me.

"Uhhh-uhhh, what?"

"I know you're staying in his room at night. Why are you doing that?"

"Because I'm taking care of him."

"Kendall, please. If you're gay just tell me."

"Uhhh-uhhh-uhhh," my face turned bright red. She sighed and pat me on the shoulder.

"It's okay," she reassured me. "Just wish you could've told me sooner. It all makes sense now."

"What all makes sense?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Sweetie, come here." She let off my shoulder and walked back to her room. I quietly followed behind, riddled with questions. When we go inside, she shut the door and walked past me. "Kendall, do you know where Logan's father is?"

"No," I answered quickly.

"Didn't you ever ask him? Or wonder why? This whole time you've known him, you never heard anything about his father?"

"Well he seemed sensitive about it, so Carlos, James and I agreed we wouldn't persist."

"That's sweet of you guys," my mom said. She smiled sadly. "Well, see, Logan's father is in jail."

"What?!" I couldn't believe what I was hearing! When I thought of Logan's mom, it really made no sense. "Jail?! How?!"

"His father beat him when he was little."

"Oh God," I choked on my own words and almost doubled over in pain. The truth was hurting me so bad, all at once. Logan? My little Logan? He had been beaten as a child? We had no idea. None of us had any idea. "B-but, mom; what does that have to do with me being gay?"

"He's replacing."

"Huh?"

"He's replacing old memories of his father with good ones of you."

"That's messed up. How do you know? What makes you so certain?"

"It's obvious, Kendall. I wasn't born yesterday."

"Oh, man. Poor Logan. Ahh." I clutched my head in my hands and groaned. "So what do I do? This doesn't seem natural. I'm not a father to him. I'm his boyfriend and his best friend. Do I really just let him do this weird sick psychological stuff with me?"

"No," my mom said softly. "You need to coax him into accepting his past and moving hard."

"That sounds hard."

"You can figure it out."

I frowned to myself but thanked my mom anyway for telling me that. How the hell was Logan hiding a secret that dark? It was fucking painful to think about.

So what now? How do you solve a problem like that? In general I've learned that the best thing to do when you're confused is to talk it out.

"Logan?" I knocked on his door and let myself in. He was lying down in bed, as usual, in a fetal position. He said nothing as I entered but when I sat on the bed he reached for my hand. "Logan…"

"Hmm?"

"We need to talk."

"About what?"

"About you."

"N-no. Why?"

I lay down alongside him and hugged him real close. He sort of resisted but came into my arms anyway. He was breathing heavily.

"Logan, baby, listen," I whispered. "Don't get upset, but I know about your dad."

"What?!" Logan gasped. His body shook all over.

"It's okay it's okay," I cooed, hugging him tighter. "Relax."

"But, Kendall, I…no…why?"

"You gotta move on, Logan."

"What do you mean?"

"You gotta move on from the past. He's gone, it's done." As the words came out of my mouth, I thought they sounded hokey. Would Logan buy this crap?

"Kendall," Logan cried. He grabbed my hands and squeezed them both quite firmly. "You don't understand."

"Yeah, I do."

"No you don't, how?"

"'Cause you know my dad was an asshole, too."

"But you didn't beat you."

"No, but he was cruel anyway. I moved on."

"It's not so easy."

"I know it's not, but you're gonna do it. We're gonna forget about him and you'll do better. Just forget it. Take your medicine and forget it, okay?"

"I guess," Logan sighed. He looked up at me and kissed my lips.

"Do you feel okay?" I asked.

"No, I feel terrible."

"No, like, your weird sex drive?"

"It's fine."

I kissed him back. "I think you'll be alright."

"Do you?"

"Yes."

"Well, I guess if you think I will, then I will." He kissed me once more then cuddled into my arms.

One week later and his time off was up. He went to his therapist the day before his triumphant return and apparently it went well. He was honest with her and told him what I advised in regards to his father. Apparently he had withheld all of that, and once it came out they made better progress. The medicine was helping by then, too. He came to the studio with a bright smile and quickly caught up to where we had been (we are way less productive when Logan isn't with us).

The best part about Logan getting his mood regulated was that he stopped the crazy sex drive. Does that sound like a bad thing? No, because when his head wasn't clouded by rampant desires, he was able to focus on actual love making and not fucking.

"Ohh, Kendall…" he moaned quietly as I thrust my cock inside him. His hands gripped my shoulders lightly and he smiled up at me.

"Do you like that?" I whispered.

"Yes," he answered, biting his lip. "I like it a lot."

"Good. It feels…unf…it feels amazing." I leaned down and kissed him gently on the mouth, closing my eyes as I continued to hump his ass.

"Oh, Kendall; oh God, Kendall!" Logan cried out when my mouth ran down to his neck and started sucking. His body tensed and I knew he was about to cum, so I took a hand and jerked him quickly. "Nggh! Ah! K-Kendall!"

His load gushed out, up onto my stomach and he relaxed. I knew I wasn't going to make it, and that was fine, so I just pulled out of his hole and lay next to him.

"No?" Logan asked sadly. I shook my head but smiled. "Sure?"

"It's cool," I told him. "That's just how making love works. You cum, you don't, whatever. It's less about sex and more about love. How do you feel about that?"

"It's nice. It's very nice."

Honestly I sort of miss the sex-crazed Logan, but we learned to have fun in other ways. Our love expanded and it grew so amazingly, I never would have imagined that it all started with me walking in on him and James.

Apparently I am good at solving problems. How about that?

the end