"Are you literally a stalker?" Logan asked.

"I just wanna watch," James responded.

Logan was walking to the school's outdoor basketball court and James had decided to tag along.

"So I tell you that you can't play basketball with me and you settle for watching me play basketball? That is truly sad."

James suddenly took away the gym bag Logan was carrying.

"Hey! What are you doing? Why'd you take my bag?"

"I'm gonna carry it for you."

"It's not even heavy, dude."

"Well, you're pretty small, so I'll still carry it for you."

"I told you I don't like when you say stuff like that."

"And I told you that I find your size adorable."

"And I told you that I don't like when you say stuff like that either. Whatever. Carry my stuff, idiot. I have a butler at home, so you can be my school butler."

"Really?"

"No, because you'd just use it as an excuse to follow me everywhere. Why would you want to be my butler? You're sick, dude."

"Honestly, you're worth it."

Logan was disgusted with himself because he could feel himself blushing a tad, although, thankfully, not noticeably so.

Once they reached the court, Michael and a few other guys were waiting to play with Logan. James took a seat on an adjacent bench. Michael noticed James and waved nicely. James smiled and waved back. He'd been taking such an emotional beatdown from Logan that day that he almost forgot people could be nice. James acted as a sort of water boy for Logan throughout the game, handing Logan his water bottle whenever he needed it and refilling it at the nearby water fountain when need be. By the end of the game, James had become accustomed to assisting Logan, and was enjoying being around him, even in the form of a helper.

"Alright, let's go, water boy," said a sweaty Logan after the game had ended.

"Yes, sir," James responded sarcastically and zipped up Logan's gym bag.

After they'd reached Logan's dorm room, James placed the gym bag on Logan's desk.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower," Logan announced.

"Can I...help, with that?" James attempted to tread lightly, in fear of a verbal thrashing.

"As sure as I am that you'd loved to wash me up, I'm gonna pass on that, but you can...watch, I guess."

"Wow, really?"

"Don't make me change my mind. I'll just reference that fact that guys on sports teams see each other shower all the time, to make this seem less weird."

"Hey, whatever you've gotta think of to allow me to watch you shower is fine by me."

"Consider this me being 'nice', since you were pathetic enough to be my little helper, today."

James followed Logan to the school showers. He enjoyed watching Logan undress. Watching the process of undressing was somehow almost as erotic as actually seeing the naked body. Logan's body was perfect. Toned in just the right way, with very subtle indications of abdominal muscles.

"Jesus," said Logan.

"What?" James said, then he noticed the tent that his erection was making in his pants. "Oh. My bad."

"I guess, what did I expect?" Logan rationalized.