I'm usually not into slash but Kogan just dominated my heart! They have so much chemistry. I've had this idea in my head since the second episode and I figured there could never be enough Kogan fiction. I would love comments or criticisms! Also, don't mind any grammar mistakes; I'm a bit tired and didn't have anybody read through... and I'm a bit too lazy to do it myself.

Hope you enjoy (:

"Guys, I'm not so sure about this," Logan says for the hundredth time that day, crossing his arms over his chest. His three best friends exchange glances and try not to laugh.

"Logan, don't worry," Carlos replies. "We're not going to get in any trouble."

"Seriously, we've been in LA for over two months and haven't gone to any parties. Like, at all," James picks up. Carlos nods his head and they both look at Kendall as he starts to speak.

The four of them know each other inside and out. They always know what the other is thinking and can usually finish each others sentences. Sometimes, Logan wonders if it's normal to be this close, especially for guys, but he doesn't have any complaints. They're his best friends and, as cheesy as it sounds, he loves them more than anybody else. They are his family.

Kendall inches closer to his friend and places a comforting arm around his shoulder. "Listen, we'll go and if you don't like it, then we can leave. I promise."

Logan turns his head to stare skeptically at Kendall, who smiles reassuringly. The Jennifers had invited them to a party one of their friends was throwing that night. Back in Minnesota, Logan was definitely not one to turn down a party, but things were different in LA. He was a) living with Kendall's mom, who was such a sweet lady and the last thing he wanted was her thinking he was some delinquent and b) in a boy band with probably the most insane person he has ever met managing them.

It just feels like they have more to lose in LA.

But, thanks to Kendall's convincing voice and warm eyes, he finally gives in (and, really, doesn't he always?), however begrudgingly, and follows his friends into the elevator. When they get to the lobby, the three Jennifers are waiting for them, all applying a different shade of lip gloss.

"Hey!" Jennifer 1 gushes as they step out. She flips her compact mirror shut and the other two promptly look at the boys. "You're right on time."

"Let's go," another Jennifer says. She turns to walk out of the Palm Woods but quickly wheels back around, startling the four boys behind her. "But let's get one thing straight. We invited you to this party as a favor. Don't embarrass us, okay."

Kendall raises his eyebrows and simply says, "Don't worry, babe."

She nods and tugs at the bottom of her short skirt, causing all of the boys to follow her movement, their mouths opening slightly at the long, tanned legs they see.

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Logan leans against the wall, glancing around at the scene before him. The large house he was currently in was packed. People were all over- dancing in the middle of the living room, playing beer pong in the kitchen, making out on couches and in hallways. He thought parties were only like this in the movies; they certainly weren't like this in Minnesota.

Kendall makes his way over to his friend, laughing. "Hey buddy!" He exclaims, clapping a hand on his shoulder. He was already a bit tipsy. "Having a good time?"

"No," Logan says with a grimace. "And you promised me we would leave if I wasn't."

"Aww, but we've only been here for a few minutes!" Kendall protests. He stares down at his friend with wide eyes.

"We've been here for over an hour, Kendall," Logan says through gritted teeth.

"Huh." Kendall seems truly amazed by this statement and brings his hand up to rub at the top of his head. He stares up towards the ceiling, looking lost in thought.

Logan rolls his eyes at the sight of Kendall. James and Carlos are across the room, flirting with two girls. No doubt telling them that 'oh, we're in a boyband' and 'of course we are good' and 'yeah sure, I can totally sing a few songs for you right now'. It was all so very predictable, the same routine they use whenever a new girl shows up at the Palm Woods. Although, Logan was positive neither of them was trying to use a British accent.

A girl approaches them, all long legs and big breasts, teased up blonde hair. She smiles at Kendall who seems to sober up almost instantly. Not even a few minutes later, he launches into the standard boyband bit and the girl, apparently named Andrea, giggles in response. Logan feels something lurch in his stomach, probably just the bile from how sickeningly cliche this all is.

"Oh, Christ," he mumbles to himself.

Logan had decided early on that he wasn't going to drink - somebody had to be the responsible one - but he wasn't sure how much more he could take of this. At this point in the conversation, he is just a fly on the wall and feels a little awkward hanging around while his friend tries to score with some skank. So, he pushes himself off the wall and makes his way towards the kitchen. As he pushes through the throngs of teenagers, he glances back to see Kendall and Andrea flirting, not even noticing that he left. Of course.

When he reaches the kitchen, he passes up the keg without even a second thought. No matter how much the guys rag on him for it, he just doesn't like the taste of beer. He would drink it if there was nothing else but he preferred liquor any day. He mixes some kind of red vodka with sprite and takes a long sip. The vodka burns as it slides down his throat but it instantly settles his nerves and he can't really complain about that. He empties the red plastic cup within minutes and quickly pours more vodka into it, even though he knows he shouldn't.

The next thing he knows, he is stumbling backward into some room. He hears the door click shut behind him and everything is dark. Somebody's hands are running down his sides and before he can choke out a sound, a pair of lips crash onto his own. He can taste cheap beer as his tongue wrestles with his partners. He hears a moan and realizes a second later that it came from himself. At the same time, he breaths in a familiar scent. The same cologne that was stinking up his room just a few hours earlier.

Logan pulls back with shock, his eyes finally adjusting to the darkness in the room. He vaguely makes out the familiar mop of blonde hair. Kendall's eyes are shut. He swoops his head down, searching for Logan's lips once more.

"Kendall?!" Logan whispers.

He is confused and nervous, completely disoriented, and just the slightest bit turned-on, even if he won't admit it. He doesn't know why his best friend is wrapping his arms around his waist and placing sloppy kisses down his neck. But he's drunk and it feels kind of good and... what the hell, why not?

Kendall pulls his head back up and keeps his face close to Logan's so that their foreheads are pressed together. Logan can feel Kendall's hot breath hitting his face and his stomach won't stop flipping. He presses his lips against his best friend's with a force neither of them were really expecting and they fall back onto the bed, hands roaming and tongues battling.