"It's gonna sting." Kendall grimaced up from his kneeling position, situated between Logan's scraped knees.
The brunette sucked in a sharp breath as Kendall sprayed his wounds with disinfectant. It didn't sting; it fucking burned.
Small grin tugging the corners of his lips upward, Kendall set the bottle to the side, arms circling Logan's waist.
"Shut up." Logan's voice lacked the proper bite. "I know. It's my fault."
Grin growing, Kendall leaned forward; lips pressed to the center of Logan's chest, laughter effectively muffled.
"But how often am I really gonna get to see a blowhole like that?" Logan casually slung his arms around Kendall's bare shoulders, relaxing into his slender neck.
Shooooooooort.
So many pictures of that damn blowhole.