A/N: Hello there! This is my first Big Time Rush story. Inspiration suddenly struck me last night and I was up until 6 a.m. writing this. Bahaha. This story WILL take place in the showverse, more or less. There will be some slight differences, which you'll see in the next chapter.
Summary: After a drunken hook-up with a guy named Kendall, whom he barely knows, all Logan wants to do is forget it happened. This proves difficult when the next day, he finds out his life might just be tied to Kendall's for longer than he imagined.
Logan Mitchell opened the passenger door of his friend's car, and stepped out on to the street. His friend, James Diamond, walked around from the driver's side and clamped a hand down on Logan's shoulder. "You ready to party, man? I don't know about you, but I'm ready to turn my charm on on the ladies." James pulled out a comb and smoothed down his hair. James was a bit of a pretty boy, and completely in love with himself. Logan was the total opposite, and sometimes he wondered how they ever became best friends. Logan didn't care too much about his looks. His real focus was school. The fact that he had just pulled up at a party was even weird for him.
"Nah, I'm just looking forward to letting loose a little. Maybe make some new friends," explained Logan.
"Fine, more girls for me," James yelled over his shoulder as he sprinted towards the house. Logan smiled and shook his head at his friend and followed him into the party. It had been about 10 seconds since James walked in, and he was already chatting up some poor girl.
'I guess I'm gonna have to find something to do,' thought Logan. He had only come to this party because he owed James a favour for the time James had driven him 40 miles to a physics lecture. And then sat through it with him. That was a big deal, because Logan suspected James had no idea what physics even was.
He quickly scanned the room. Loud music. Chips spilled all over the floor. Underage kids holding beers. A typical party, like the ones he'd read about. He headed towards what he assumed was the kitchen. As soon as he entered the room, a girl thrust a red cup into his hand. "tequila," she smiled. Logan looked at the contents of the cup. There had to be at least two or three shots in there. He didn't have too much experience with alcohol. He usually stuck to coolers, or beer. But the girl was watching him, still smiling, as she sipped her own drink. So he brought it to his lips and quickly swallowed it all, letting the alcohol burn his throat.
He decided he didn't mind it. It felt kinda good, in a masochistic kind of way. He took it upon himself to refill his cup, with a little more this time. He downed it as quickly as possible before tossing the cup into the trash. He checked his phone. 9:49 pm. Plenty of time to mingle, and have some fun. He walked into the living room where a few couples were dancing, while a group of teens chatted on the couch. 'I don't even know where to start', he thought. 'I don't know these people. Why am I even here? They're probably all wondering the same thing about me...'
Logan hadn't noticed, but the alcohol was beginning to kick in. He strolled around the house, looking for somewhere he would be comfortable. Relief washed over him as he caught a glance of a girl he knew from school. She saw him too and sauntered over.
"Hey Logan! I didn't think I'd see you here..." she scrunched up her face. "I didn't really think you got out on weekends." She burst out laughing at her own comment.
Logan was slightly offended, but not surprised. He knew his reputation. He wasn't exactly a party type of guy. "What, you thought I was a nerd or something? Like I'd be at home studying at 10 pm on a Saturday? Pshaw!" Logan waved his hand, dismissing the idea. Although if he hadn't come to the party, he would definitely have been studying. He knew he wasn't going to become a doctor by pure luck.
The girl giggled. "Okay, so have some fun with me." She held up the bottle of vodka she'd been clutching. "We'll make a deal. I chug from the bottle, and then you do it."
She was already noticeably drunk, so Logan knew it was not in her best interest to chug more vodka. But he was tipsy enough from the tequila that he ignored the thought, and grinned at the girl. "Sure. Let's do this."
The girl brought the bottle to her mouth and after a few sips, tore it away and groaned loudly. "Agh, it tastes like shit!" she exclaimed. She stuck her tongue out, trying to expel the taste as she handed Logan the bottle.
Without hesitating, he began to sip the bitter, clear liquid. He was about to remove the bottle from his lips when something shoved it forward. Suddenly, his mouth was full of a huge amount of vodka, and his shirt was soaked in the stuff. He quickly swallowed what was in his mouth and dropped the bottle to see the girl doubled over in laughter. "It's all over you!" she cackled.
He could feel the vodka soaking his skin, and worse, he could smell it. He had to get to a bathroom, fast. He left the girl giggling on the floor and started looking for somewhere to clean himself off. He started to run, but he stumbled, and fell to the floor. 'What's wrong with me?' he thought, forgetting how much vodka he'd just swallowed. 'Oh yeah, the alcohol thing. So I'm drunk. Fucking wonderful.'
Logan struggled to get up, and once on his feet he realized he had no sense of direction anymore. He had no idea which way could possibly lead to a bathroom. He looked around the room. He wasn't even sure what room he was in, and he could barely tell anyone apart. He began to sway, ready to fall again. Suddenly, a pair of strong arms grabbed him from behind and steadied him. "Easy there, buddy," said a voice that must have belonged to the arms.
The helpful stranger came around to face Logan and gripped his shoulders. "Shit, you're soaked. Do you need some help?" Logan just nodded. The stranger reached for Logan's hand and clasped it in his own. The room became a blur and the next thing he knew, he was in a bathroom, leaning against a sink.
The stranger was closing the door behind them, and when he turned around, Logan looked him over. Medium length blond hair that hung over his forehead. A red plaid shirt, with black skinny jeans. Bright green eyes. Massive eyebrows.
He grabbed the stranger's face with his hands. "You! I know you! You're...Kyle." he began to giggle. "No, no I'm kidding. I know you, you're Kendall. From school. I'm Logan!"
The stranger - Kendall, actually- nodded slowly. "Yeah, I'm Kendall. Kendall Knight. We have English together. So tell me...why does it look like you took a shower in Grey Goose?"
Logan couldn't even remember. He knew he'd met up with that girl from school, but the part after that was fuzzy. "I'm not sure. I think someone spilled it on me."
Kendall nodded again. "It happens. Now you should probably take your shirt off, it's smelling really nasty."
Logan obeyed and tried to pull the shirt over his head, but it got caught and he lost his balance. The same strong arms reached out and steadied him again. Logan sat down on the toilet and let out an exaggerated sigh. He looked up at Kendall. "Looks like I'm having some trouble. Would you take it off for me?" 'What am I doing? I'm flirting with Kendall. Fuck, I'm stupid when I'm drunk. And I swear a lot in my thoughts.'
Kendall looked into the other boy's eyes. He had this innocent look on his face that was impossible to resist. Wide eyes, and an adorable half-smile. It was a flirty look. Kendall couldn't help but grin as he reached out and pulled Logan's shirt over his head.
Logan stood up. Acting on drunken impulse, he took Kendall's hands and placed them on his waist. "Thank you," he said. Then, he leaned in and kissed the blond boy's cheek. Logan had never really noticed how attractive Kendall was. Or maybe it was just beer goggles. Or vodka goggles. Whatever. Logan didn't care what it was, he just knew that right now, he wanted this boy.
Without waiting for a reaction from the first kiss, Logan leaned in and planted his lips right on Kendall's. Kendall kissed back. Soon their lips were moving against each other's, and each boy's tongue had found its way into the other's mouth. The kiss was wet and sloppy, but Logan was too drunk to care. And Kendall was just too turned on. Kendall was lost in the kiss, his mind racing to all of the things it might lead to. He was suddenly brought back to attention by Logan falling sideways and hitting the floor.
"Man, you just can't keep your balance tonight, can you? And it was just getting good," Kendall remarked, shaking his head at the brunet boy on the floor.
"I'm sorry...I don't know why I'm so drunk. You're such a nice guy, it means a lot to me that you wanna help me," said Logan. Then, he got an idea. His face lit up, and he slid closer to Kendall. His hands reached up and started fumbling with Kendall's belt buckle. Logan almost couldn't believe he was doing this, but his judgement was more than clouded and right now, Kendall was the most attractive guy he'd ever seen.
"Here, let me," offered Kendall. He undid his belt, then unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them down to his ankles. He was already starting to get hard, and Logan could see the slight bulge through the taller boy's boxers. He started to rub it and knead it through the fabric. Kendall let out a moan at the first contact, and felt himself get fully aroused.
Logan pulled the boxers down, exposing Kendall's fully erect cock. He wrapped his hand around it and started to clumsily stroke the length.
"Fuck," Kendall breathed. "Suck it, baby...hurry."
Logan's head was spinning. How did it get this far? With Kendall, a guy he barely knew? He was completely devoid of the shyness that would usually stop him from getting anywhere near this point with a guy. Ignoring all logic, he immediately took the head of Kendall's throbbing cock into his mouth and began sucking it furiously.
The thick head was sliding over Logan's tongue, and he could feel it pushing at his throat. Kendall groaned with pleasure. "Yeah, suck it good babe." If he were honest, it wasn't the best blow job he'd ever gotten. Logan was drunk and sloppy. But Kendall was a guy, he took what he could get. Without warning, Kendall bucked his hips, thrusting his cock down Logan's throat. Logan gagged but didn't take his mouth off the blond boy's member. He continued sucking, enjoying the taste and the new sensation of a hard cock thrusting into his mouth.
Logan's stomach began churning. Something was coming up. Kendall was too excited by the warm mouth on his cock to see the distressed look come over the smaller boy's face. Logan pulled his mouth off Kendall's cock with a pop, turned to the side, and puked up everything he'd drank.
A/N: Tehehe, a lot of what happens to Logan in this chapter is actually based on a party I went to a few days ago. Crazy teenagers. I already have chapter two completed, so if I get reviews and people like the story, I'll probably post it tomorrow.
