Okay, so I got some positive feedback on whether or not to post my stories from Tumblr onto here. So this is the start of that. There's literally about fifty of them Tumblr so this is going to sort of be one of this stories that never really ends.
Only a few of this stories will be connected. Although, you'll find that I have a set of head canons and I stick to them pretty well. For instance, you'll see Kendall and Logan's daughter, Erin, quite frequently in the daddy!Kogan stories.
Anyways, for the most part, all of these are stand alone stories. Some have more than one part and so I'll upload all the parts. A few of them, a few of the longer ones, I'll post separately as their own story, but a lot of the stories were too short to stand on their own, so hence you get this. When I get to one specific drabble, the rating is going to have to change to M (although I'm not sure I want to upload that one, because I write terrible smut and I don't want to subject you all to it lol)
That's enough of my endless chatter. This fic was a request on Tumblr. It's short, but enjoy.
"I'm going to get us some drinks, okay?" Kendall calls over the music.
Logan nods; knowing anything he might have said would have been lost in the music that's blasting from the speakers. The blonde makes his way to the bar. Though neither he, Logan, James, or Carlos are old enough to drink anything alcoholic, the four boys are still enjoying their first real chance to be in a club.
He gets two sodas, knowing Logan will appreciate the Dr. Pepper. He turns to head back towards his boyfriend and stops at the sight of another guy, not much older than Logan's eighteen years, clearly hitting on the genius. Logan is trying his best to subtly back a way, clearly looking uncomfortable. The other guy does not seem to be taking the hint.
"Hey buddy!" James slings an arm around Kendall's shoulders. "There you are! We were wondering what had happened to you and Logan."
"Uh, dude…." Carlos notices Kendall's glare and his death grip on the two sodas. "What's going on?"
"Hold my soda." The blonde tells his friends, handing them each a drink, his voice a low growl. "I'll be right back."
-0-
"Hey." Logan turns to find himself face to face with a guy that he doesn't know.
"Hi?" The genius quirks an eyebrow, wondering why someone who looks like they're in their early twenties (too old to be a typical fan of Big Time Rush) would want to talk to him.
"I'm Mike." The stranger holds out his hand, giving Logan a charming smile.
"Logan." He grabs the other man's hands, attempting to give him a quick and polite handshake.
"Are you enjoying the club?"
Okay, what? "Yeah, I guess. My friends really wanted to come, so I sort of got dragged along. It's not that bad though."
"If you want," Mike throws him another charming smile, "my place is much quieter and much more private."
Oh… Logan gets what's happening now. "No thanks." He smiles politely. "I have a boyfriend."
"Is he here?"
Wait…what? "Uh, yes. He's getting drinks." Logan takes a step back, not liking the expression that Mike's face has suddenly become home to.
Mike takes a step forward, still grinning. "But the bar is very busy. I'm sure we could be long gone by the time he gets back." And then he winks at him, like this is all some great joke and not a stranger trying to talk Logan into ruining the greatest relationship the genius has ever had.
"No thanks." A voice growls from behind Logan.
"Kendall!" Relief floods through Logan at the sight of his very angry looking boyfriend.
"Who are you?" Mike asks.
"I'm his boyfriend. The one that was at the very busy bar trying to get drinks." His hands are clenched into fists at his sides and Logan knows he's about two minutes away from hauling back and clocking this guy in the face.
Which would be great to watch now, but not so great to watch later on the news.
"It's okay, Kendall." Logan moves to stand beside his boyfriend, putting a hand on the taller man's shoulders. "He was just leaving," he turns to face Mike, "weren't you?"
"This is your boyfriend?" Mike snorts, "You could do so much better."
Whoops, Logan thinks, taking his hand off Kendall's shoulders and stepping back, wrong thing to say, buddy.
The blonde takes two steps forward and grabs the front of Mike's shirt, lifting the stranger off the ground. "Let me explain something to you, jackass. We can debate whether I'm good enough for Logan until we're blue in the face, but at the end of the day, I'm the one he goes home with."
A look of fear flashes across Mike's face as it occurs to him that maybe he messed with the wrong person's boyfriend.
"And on top of that…you should never, ever, insult someone who's spent the majority of his life playing hockey and maintains a rigorous work out routinebecause he's the member of a very successful boy band. Ever."
"Kendall…"
Kendall turns, surprised by the tone of his boyfriend's voice. He' s watching the taller boy through half-lidded eyes and said eyes are nearly black with lust. "Kendall," the genius repeats, almost purring the other boy's name, "we need to go home. Now."
The blonde's gaze flickers downwards, taking notice of the very obvious bulge in Logan's pants. He smirks, letting go of Mike's shirt and barely noticing as the man drops to the ground, stumbling a bit as he lands on his feet. He attacks Logan instead, focusing all his energy on kissing the brunette until the genius is practically whimpering in his arms. "Now." He insists, already trying to get Kendall's plaid button up off.
The blonde turns back to Mike who is rooted to the spot, clearly too frightened to move. "Actually," He smirks, "you stay. We'll leave."
And then he grabs Logan's hand and they quickly make there way to the exit.
-0-
"Where are they?" James asks, scanning the crowd of club goers, which has thinned out significantly with the late hour.
Beside him, Carlos shrugs. "I don't know. But they've got to be here somewhere. I mean, we all drove together and it's not like they would just leave us."
James laughs. "Yeah you're right. Kendall and Logan are the responsible ones. They'll show up. We just have to wait."
The two teens scan the crowd again, still finding no sign of their friends.
"Just in case though…" James whips out his cell phone and Carlos does the same, nodding in agreement. "We should probably call them."