Feeling Wyatt's warmth against him in such a way stir his interest in their position even more. His eyes wandered to Wyatt's lips when he closed his eyes, he didn't even hear what Wyatt said anymore all that he could think about was seeing how his lips would feel against his own. He slowly leaned down with a small, "Yeah..." that escaped his lips as if he didn't really care about what he was talking about. His lips came in contact with Wyatt's softly and a bit unsure, he would pull away in a second when the fear kicked in.

Wyatt's eyes snapped open. At first they held shock, just for a brief moment. Then, he relaxed, and closed his eyes again, inclining his head upwards in an accepting motion. He didn't push him away, get offended...or anything at all. He seemed perfectly accepting of the action...

He'd never been kissed before.

Although Wyatt didn't pull away, he finished the kiss just as softly as it began, it was short, but he was still afraid he had done something wrong. He pulled away with worried eyes unsure if he wrong, or if Wyatt would be upset with him.

When Wyatt finally opened his eyes again, his expression had softened from the severe, emotionless mask he usually wore. Instead, he looked dreamily content, and had a small smile on his face.

Regardless of the look on Wyatt's face Logan felt like he did something that Wyatt hadn't fully processed yet, and maybe he didn't like it, maybe he didn't like Logan after all. He turned his head to the side, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." he said embarrassed for his actions.

"Why are you sorry?"

The confusion was evident in Wyatt's voice, along with a hint of amusement. He still had that merry look on his face, like something quite wonderful had just happened.

"I don't know..." Logan said his voice and shoulders dropping, "I have no idea what I'm doing... I just.. I don't know if I'm doing anything right... or if you wanted me to do that... or if its what I'm supposed to do... or if you liked it... I don't know maybe I'm complete rubbish, I wouldn't be surprised if that was true..." Whenever it came to Logan speaking the truth about his feelings he always couldn't stop talking it was a bad habit of his.

Wyatt frowned. Rambling only made things worse. He shifted himself a bit, and then leaned upwards tilting his head. He connected their lips once again, of his own accord. It was gentle, unsure. But he hoped it would shut him up.

Logan's rambling was cut short by Wyatt's lips sweetly against his, he caved under the feeling falling into the kiss as if he needed it to keep himself calm. He leaned into it willfully enjoying the feeling of being wanted in such a way, although his amount of pressure was still tentative.

Wyatt wrapped his arms up around Logan's shoulders, keeping the pressure gentle for right now. He also kept his lips still, a little frightened to push it further. This would do for now...too much too soon was never good.

After kissing for a period of time Logan broke the kiss but keeping the distance between them small with his forehead resting on Wyatt's he breathed heavily, he wanted to apologize again for some reason, but he knew that Wyatt would like that. But for now he just closed his eyes enjoying being this close to him and actually being to explore what he had been feeling so deep down.

Wyatt closed his eyes as well, his arms still around Logan's shoulders. After a long while, what seemed like an eternity, he spoke up. "...We really should head back. We are probably both tired by now..."

Logan let out a sigh, as much as he knew Wyatt was right he didn't want to move from this spot. "You're right..." he broke their embrace and he stood up and offered a hand to Wyatt, "Shall we?" he said politely.

Wyatt took his hand without a moment's hesitation. His hands were still cold, after all this time. He pulled himself up using Logan's hand and wobbled for a moment before regaining his balance and bearings. "All right..."

Logan didn't bother letting go of Wyatt's hand as they walked he enjoyed the feeling although Wyatt's hands were always particularly cold. It wasn't long before they were back at his house again he opened the door quietly and moved up the stairs to the bedroom. He pulled his sweater over his head and threw it in the laundry bin leaving his upper body nude.

Wyatt slid his coat and shoes off, but didn't bother taking anything else off. No need to show off how disgustingly skinny he was. He sniffed, and sat down on the bed, which creaked just slightly.

Logan ran a hand through his hair absently, "Going to go to sleep again?" he asked, he was yawning as well now as he stretched making his way to sit next to Wyatt on the bed.

"I might. I might just rest, as well. I definitely need to stay still for a while." Wyatt sighed, quietly. "Hm. I may play video games, as well...if I do, you can pick one out of the ones I brought along for me to play."

While Wyatt was talking Logan lay back on the bed his eyes closed, he shivered a bit as heat rose to his cheeks but this time not from embarrassment. While they were out in the cold like that it seemed to get to his body, especially after he had been feeling so horrible before from the fight he got in.

He did however hear that Wyatt was talking, although he couldn't really make out what he meant, "Hmm?" he said absentmindedly his eyes still closed.

Wyatt suddenly seemed concerned, and he shifted over to Logan, peering down at him. "You look ill," he commented, pointedly, before reaching down and laying a cool hand across his forehead to feel his temperature. "You should get some rest."

Logan jumped a little at the cold hand against his skin, "Oh, pah, I'm fine... really." He looked up at Wyatt with a small smile, "I'm going to go back to sleep anyway, I think I fell asleep for a minute there..." his words were light and run together.

"Perhaps you need some kind of medicine...do you have anything for cold-like symptoms?" Wyatt asked, curiously. He was determined to help him feel better, in any way he could. He didn't want him to feel ill, because he had insisted that they do something other than laying down together.

Logan yawned while thinking to himself, "Well I mean we pretty much have everything, but I'll be okay, and like hell I'll take any syrup," he made a face, if there was one thing that he hated about getting ill that was it, the taste of medicine in a syrup form disgusted him.

Wyatt tilted his head slightly, and then laid back down, slowly and affectionately resting his head on Logan's chest. "I don't want you to feel sick," he commented, softly.

Logan looked down at Wyatt his chin touching his chest, "I'll be okay, I promise," a small smile spread over his face, "Although you should watch out if I am actually sick... you might catch something." He thought back to when they kissed and felt guilty instantly hopefully he didn't have anything contagious.