Friends With Benefits by sasukelover154

Hello beautiful readers! Let me just tell you that you are already making a wonderful choice in your life by reading this story! Just kidding….well kind of…Not that this isn't good…but that was pompous and I apologize! Anyway, so this is about Kendall and Logan, I can't give away too much, but I will tell you that the title is very relevant! I hope you enjoy this and I hope that I can live up to expectations.

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Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush, Logan, James, Kendall, Carlos, or Jett but I wish I could.

Warnings: Well…true to the title…things happen…but not too much. But there is a lot of boy make out scenes, naked boys, implied sex. You know. The usual. Also, a little swearing, but compared to most other things I've written this is nothing.

Without further ado, I bring you the beginning. Enjoy and review please! 3

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The touch of Kendall's lips was something that Logan had grown used to in the past couple of months. Actually, if he were being completely honest with himself, he would never fully become accustomed to the soft peck Kendall started out with when they were alone. Every time Kendall leaned in to kiss him, his heart would pound against his ribs in anticipation. There was something in those brilliant green eyes that lit on fire every time he met Logan's chocolate brown gaze. Whether he wanted it to happen or not, a small smile would raise the edge of his lips when they were alone. A small breath would hitch in his throat when Kendall would look at him with that gaze. The gaze that told Logan that he was special, that Kendall thought of him in a way that was simply more than a platonic friend; that he was useful to Kendall in some way, even if it was just like this. This was more of the feeling he had grown used to, the feelings Kendall gave him; never the way that Kendall felt with him. However, if he were to take place in a lie detector test, he would have to admit that he had never actually grown used to their relationship.

The two friends were in Kendall's bed, it was Friday night, the fresh start to the new weekend. Logan laid on top of Kendall, the taller boy having been previously reading a book when Logan came whirling through the door in a rush. Said book was now lying abandoned somewhere on the floor.

Kendall brought his hands up, lacing his fingers through Logan's short, dark hair as they kissed. Logan undid the first few buttons on Kendall's blue flannel shirt. He loves flannel shirts. I swear if he had any more then he could open a store and sell them. Logan smiled into Kendall's lips at his thought and a small chuckle escaped his lips.

"What are you laughing at?" Kendall asked his arms around the waist of the boy on top of him. The dirty blonde underneath him gave him a questioning look, aborting their kiss.

"Just your love for flannel." Logan teased as he unbuttoned the rest of the shirt, revealing a white V-neck shirt underneath.

"Do you have a problem with it?" Kendall raised one of his dirty blonde eyebrows, as if daring Logan to agree with him.

"You know exactly how I feel about you wearing flannel." Logan growled quietly as he grabbed Kendall by the shirt collar and pulled him up into a rough kiss. "They're very sexy." He whispered into his lips.

Kendall smirked into their kiss as Logan pushed the shirt off his shoulders; Kendall elevated the rest of his torso slightly to help him remove the offending garment. When the shirt was off, Logan tossed it somewhere on the floor. Kendall's tight, white V-neck underneath left almost nothing for Logan to imagine. Kendall was not the type to go to the gym often, but that did not mean he did not have an incredible body. The tanned skin was a result of all the time he spent at the beach over the summer. His biceps seemed to strain the sleeves of his shirt with muscle just enough to accentuate his natural physique. His chest and abs caused the shirt to ruffle just barely with the waves of muscle underneath.

Logan wasted no time in pulling off the white shirt, a slight smirk coming to his lips when Kendall gasped in surprise. Usually he refrained from being impatient when they got together like this. Although, Logan thought to himself as he looked down at Kendall's torso, I have to admit that the tattoos make it difficult to control myself at all.

Every time Kendall took off his shirt, Logan could not help but stare at his numerous tattoos. Shortly after they had started their senior year of high school, Kendall got his first. He had showed up in the morning and pulled down the neck of his shirt in the back to show Logan the relatively small Scorpio sign on the top of his left shoulder. Logan had been so surprised he dropped a heavy biology book and nearly broke his toe. The second tattoo, Kendall revealed when he spent the night at Logan's house one night. He turned around to change into his pajamas and exposed the beautiful peace sign between his shoulder blades, with each of the four elements contained in a separate section of the sign. At the beginning of their summer before college, Kendall proudly advertised his heart on his sleeve with a stitched up pink heart with a needle on his left bicep when they went to the beach. The most recent one he got just a few weeks before they went to college and this one was Logan's favorite.

The blue sugar skull took up about half of his right bicep. Framing the top and bottom were small stocks of corn, sprouting from the eyes were yellow sunflowers, there was a tooth of each green, red, and yellow, a small red, spider web in the top right, along with a guitar on the right cheek and the number "111" just in between the eyes. The piece was complex and colorful, utterly brilliant with Kendall's personality.

Logan traced the skull tattoo fondly with a finger as he bent over to kiss Kendall's lips again. Kendall's warm fingers found their way to underneath Logan's oversized sweater and started working it up his torso, taking car to trace every muscle that came under his fingertips. Logan could not help but to shiver in response to the touch, Kendall was the only one who ever obtained the privilege to touch his skin in such an intimate way.

When the sweater came over his head, they had to break the kiss just long enough so Kendall could toss the garment to the floor and flip them over so Logan was now underneath him. He circled his arms around the shorter boy's torso and brought them close together, so their faces were just inches apart. For some reason, the moment Kendall did this, Logan thought back to the first time him and Kendall had gotten together.

A couple of friends of theirs were having a party, and everyone knew it was going to be the biggest night of their high school lives. It was supposed to be the senior's last big event before college started in the fall and they had to get serious. Pretty much their entire class got an invitation, along with alumni and a few underclassmen; just to make sure that the party was as big as advertised.

Logan and Kendall decided to go to the party together and try to pick up some girls, being their last high school party they wanted to make sure that they made it worth wild. What ended up happening surprised the both of them.

The friends had their plan down backwards and forwards. The party was just on the next block, so they were going to walk there after they were dressed, and when it was over, or shut down; they would walk back to Logan's house, since they would probably be more than slightly tipsy. Logan's family was gone for the weekend, visiting some family, so they had the house to themselves without having to worry about being caught sneaking in. They had let Logan stay home that weekend because he had told them he had made previous, unbreakable plans with friends who were about to leave for college; not that this was too far from the truth. It was not unusual that Logan's parents were comfortable with having Kendall stay the night even though they were not home; he was like a son to them.

They arrived at the party a little late, but dressed well nonetheless. Kendall wore his favorite tan espadrilles with dark jeans and his favorite blue logo tank, along with his typical several homemade bracelets on each wrist. Kendall was always one to look more like a hippy or a hipster, but with his shaggily cut dirty blonde hair and physique, it worked on him. Logan, on the other hand, could not pull off such a look; he decided to be simple. He dressed in simple black converse, dark grey jeans, and a deep black designed t-shirt. He typically went more for dark colors, because of his dark hair and eyes, but the stormy palate worked on him.

As soon as they walked through Jett's front door, drinks found their way into the boy's hands. The thumping beat from the stereo in the living room was one that Logan did not recognize. Most teenagers were not quite to the dancing stage of the night; they mostly talked to others and swayed slightly to the beat. The dancing part of the evening would come after they had each gotten a few drinks in their system; when their defenses were down and they were more impressionable.

Jett's parents frequently left town, giving him the opportunity to throw tremendous parties almost every other weekend. The house was decently large; the family was well off so they were able to afford something with many spacious rooms. Although, at the moment, that would have been hard to notice with all the teenage bodies milling about, and more adding to the total with each passing minute.

Kendall and Logan downed their first drinks in a matter of a few minutes, eager to catch up with the others. They pushed their way through the crowd to make it into the kitchen for refills. Kendall always claimed that he could make the best, most dangerous drinks to consume. His drinks were both delicious and high in alcohol content; which meant they tasted great and could get you drunk very fast. From Logan's experience, this bragging was not far from the truth. Within the span of a few drinks, the boys had joined in on the now obnoxious dancing taking place in the living room, and yelling obnoxious obscenities with everyone else.

The room was swinging around Logan, but he did not mind, he was having fun in the context of the crowd that surrounded him. The music caused something in him to respond, he swayed with the tempo, Kendall right next to him the whole time. A few couple vanished up the stairs, to where the bedrooms were mostly unclaimed. As the night wore on, a few lamps turned on, to give off just enough light so that most of them would refrain from tripping on an ottoman, but other than that, the lights stayed off, in preference of ambiance.

Surprisingly, by the time they left after one in the morning, Logan and Kendall had completely forgotten about trying to pick up girls at the party. They had been more concerned with staying together and not falling over when they danced. They left alone, though neither was completely heartbroken by this fact, they had had a good time regardless.

They stumbled out the front door and into the late night darkness. The moon was just bright enough above them to illuminate their path as they leaned on each other's shoulders while they staggered down the street back to their place to sleep.

"Logan." Kendall stage whispered into Logan's ear. "It's a good thing your parents aren't home, because I think we're drunk." He laughed loudly at this and the movement nearly sent both of them to the ground in a pile.

"I know." Logan giggled in response. "We would wake up my whole house if we tried to sneak in with them home." That is not to say that he had never snuck in drunk before, because he and Kendall had done it before several times. They had just never done it so soon after a party, or quite so wasted.

They turned onto Logan's street and could see his house in the near distance. It looked just how it had when they left, all the lights were off, except for the porch light, and the driveway was empty except for Kendall's small junk car. Logan's family had not unexpectedly surprised them by coming home early, which was a relief.

Logan was able to unlock the front door with little difficulty. They walked in and kicked their shoes off in the doorway. In the kitchen, Logan picked up both him and Kendall a bottle of water from the fridge and a few ibuprofens out of the medicine drawer. They all but inhaled the water and pills, and after a short while were feeling more alert and much better about their impending hangovers.

Finally, after sobering up slightly, they decided that it was time to go to bed, lest they fall asleep on the couch or floor.

They clumsily changed into their pajamas, simple tossing their sweaty, partially soaked clothes to the floor. Kendall collapsed onto Logan's bed first, they had slept like this for a while now, and they were close enough to the point where sleeping in the same bed did not bother them.

Kendall sprawled out obnoxiously, taking up most of the bed with his tall frame. Logan groaned loudly at the sight and stomped his foot angrily on the ground.

"Kendall, move I want to sleep there too." Logan whined loudly. Kendall had already shut his eyes and yawned widely. Logan glared at the tall dirty blonde and determined to sleep in his own bed. He walked over to the light switch and flicked it off. After, he walked back to the edge of the bed; the light from the moon was enough to guide him.

Logan crawled into the small part of his bed that lay untouched by the large blonde cat that had stretched himself out. When his back touched the soft bedding, he let out a long sigh of relief. If only Kendall would move his ass over, I could be comfortable in my own damn bed.

With all the effort he could muster, Logan pushed Kendall's torso so that he could have more room. The effort was all for naught because Kendall did not move in the slightest. In response, Kendall sleepily reached out and wrapped his arms around Logan's middle, bringing him in close.

Even though a gasp of surprise escaped his lips at the sudden contact, Logan did not try to move out of the embrace. Instead, he turned over on his side, so that he and Kendall were facing each other now, and relaxed into the touch. Kendall breathed a sign into the top of his head, ruffling his hair, and held onto him even tighter. A few minutes passed in silence before Logan encircled his arms around Kendall's waist and closed his eyes.

This is odd. We've never been like this any other time we've been together. In his drunken state, he probably thinks I'm a girl. Strangely enough, I don't mind it, this is comfortable. We've been best friends for as long as I can remember, and sure I have always thought Kendall was a good person, but I have never thought of him that way before. I wonder how he thinks of me, and why he's doing this.

"Kendall?" Logan whispered, unable to cope in the silence any longer. He looked up into Kendall's face to find clear green eyes staring down at him, a small smile playing on his lips.

In response to the question in his voice, Kendall bent his head down enough to kiss him on the lips. They were already so close that they barely needed to move for their skin to meet. If he were more sober, he may have struggled, but at this moment, the kiss was pleasant, and he never wanted it to end.

Kendall was kneeling above him now, his hands at the front of Logan's pants. Logan reached up to tangle his fingers in the dirty blonde hair above him; he loved the soft feeling of it. He could not help but smile to himself as his pants whipped off his legs and into a corner of the dorm room.

"How much longer will your roommate be gone?" Logan huffed, raising a suggestive brow. I want to know if this is going to have to be quick, or if we are able to take our time.

Kendall glanced at the clock on his desk, which was next to the head of his bed, it read just after nine at night. "Well he left for his date just before you came over, and he told me that he was taking this girl to a late dinner and then a movie that is almost three hours long. So counting travel time, we have at least until midnight, at the earliest." Kendall smirked down at him and kissed his lips gently. "So we are in no rush." He whispered, causing a shiver of anticipation to crawl up his spine.

With renewed passion, Logan pulled Kendall in for another kiss; tracing his hands down the front of the tanned chest to rest on the front of the taller man's his pants.

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Kendall lay back on his bed, all his bedding in a massive mess. Logan rested in the crook or Kendall's arm, a smile evident in his large brown eyes. Holding the smaller brunette tighter in his arms, he kissed him on the lips one more time before he sat up in his bed. After a brief look at the clock he saw that it was almost midnight, his roommate, Carlos, could be back at any moment.

"We should get dressed." Kendall sighed softly as he hopped out of the bed and began a search for his underwear that had seemed to disappear off the face of the earth in their previous excitement.

"Probably." Logan pouted as he untangled himself from the mess of sheets and blankets that had tried to trap him. When he was free, he kissed Kendall on the back of his shoulder briefly, and began his own search for clothes.

He found his pants on the floor in the corner of the dorm room, all the way by Carlos' desk. His sweater rested passed the end of the bed, while his underwear lay almost in the center of the room, by Kendall's flannel shirt.

Kendall gave up on trying to recover his clothes; he did not want Carlos to walk in on him naked, looking for underwear with a boy on his bed. That might have been a slightly awkward situation for the still relatively new roommates. While Logan was dressing, he walked over to his dresser at the end of his bed and picked out a new pair of boxers, plaid pajama bottoms, and a black tank top. When Logan was decent again, he sat down on the edge of the bed and watched Kendall gather his previously abandoned clothes and place them in the hamper in his closet. He finally found his underwear; they had been accidently pushed under the bed, how he was uncertain, but if he had to guess he would have said that a pair of their pants falling had sent them under.

When he was finished, he turned back to Logan with a small smile playing on his lips. He is so cute after we're done, that crooked smile, his eyes shining, he almost seems to glow. He walked over to stand in front of Logan; he held the boy's face gently in his hands, putting his thumbs right next to the large dimples. Logan grabbed onto his hips, using his thumbs to rub small circles on the bones there. Kendall leaned down to give Logan a deep kiss, letting all his thanks and words he could never say into the gesture.

"Do you realize how sexy you are?" Kendall groaned in a whisper, their mouths still dangerously close together.

"You could show me again." Logan chuckled, gripping his hips tighter while raising an eyebrow, their breath mingling in the bare space between them.

"As much as I would love to strip you down again," Kendall pecked him on the lips with a small chuckle. "I can't, Carlos will probably be back soon. It might be weird for him to catch me with you, when he knows we're just friends."

"Yeah, I know." Logan shrugged, releasing Kendall's hips. "We'll just have to wait until we can be alone again." Kendall nodded with a wink and turned away from Logan.

Just as he approached his laptop on his desk to turn on some music, Carlos came bursting through the door in his typical whirlwind. The clock read just after midnight.

His roommate was an interesting person. Carlos was a ball of burning Mexican energy. He was about Logan's height, maybe a head shorter than himself. His skin was a deep brown, from so much exposure to the sun over summer, and he kept his black hair cropped short. His eyes and smile always seemed to be alight with energy. His chocolate eyes constantly looked around, and more often than not, there was a smile on his face. Overall, he was a good person and a good roommate. Honestly, Kendall's favorite part of him was that he was so neat; he loved cleaning, so their room was always nice and tidy.

"Back so soon?" Kendall chuckled lightly as he clicked on an acoustic song and the guitar strums started playing softly from the small speakers.

"She told me she has to be up early tomorrow, so we didn't get to do anything after the movie." Carlos turned to his closet with slight disappointment in his eyes. While he was hanging up his coat, Kendall exchanged a look with Logan and they both laughed silently to themselves. Carlos didn't get any, Kendall thought to himself, conscious of the irony.

"I should probably go." Logan said as he stood up from Kendall's bed. "I'm pretty tired." He winked at Kendall behind Carlos' back as he made his way over to his desk.

"I'll call you tomorrow, or just come up to your room." Kendall winked back at him with a smirk. "Maybe we can get lunch or something."

"Sounds good to me, I'll see you guys later." Logan waved before he walked out the door, leaving Kendall with Carlos.

"So how was your night?" Carlos asked as he logged on to his laptop.

"Good; better than not getting any." Kendall laughed as he sat down at his desk. Carlos sent him an uncharacteristic glare.

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Author's Note:

So guys? What'd you think? Let me know in a review please! I want to know if this is something you would want to read or if I am completely alone in this. If you like it then there will be plenty more to come, I have some stuff outlined, but if you don't then this will go in the trash. So it's up to you.

Also, am I the only one who absolutely adores Kendall in flannel? I can't be. He is a beast. Umm…Anyway…So…yeah. I realize that 90% if that was them making out but not too bad I hope? I promise that setting this up in important, plus who could complain about the image of Kendall and Logan in bed together? I know I can't!

Anyway, until next time my loves, I hope you let me know what you think in a review! Don't forget you can also send me fanart, read my other stuff and follow me on Twitter at EricaLorena93! And if you do follow me, you can send me a tweet telling me what you think! Thank you all! You are all beautiful people and I love you!