Subjection

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush or anything in relation to the show, the band or the guys themselves. This is my imagination put into words.

Logan Mitchell practically ran through the lobby doors at the Palmwoods hotel after the dark storm clouds that had been looming over Los Angeles for days suddenly broke into a hard downpour of rain. He was lucky as to how close to home he was after making an impromptu but necessary visit to his local bank; his short brown coloured hair being the only part of him that had gotten decently soaked.

Patting the remaining water droplets off his arms and clothes he shook his head slightly, like a dog would in that circumstance; Logan proceeded to the elevators, moving through the small amount of residents that were occupying the couches and armchairs strewn about the room.

In the short time it took to reach his destination he'd nodded hello to several friends but declined the numerous invitations to hang out. It's not that he didn't want to be around his friends; Logan just needed to put his bank papers safely away in his room and get out of his slightly damp clothes first.

He hated the idea of being both dry and wet at the same time; it played on his mind in the strangest way.

Stepping into the plush elevator Logan aimlessly tapped his fingers on the slight rail around the small compartment as he made his ascent. Hearing the ding which signalled that his desired floor had been reached he eagerly walked through the doors when they opened and headed towards Big Time Rush's shared apartment.

Closing the door to 2J behind him, Logan kicked off his dampened shoes and socks and decided to glance over his bank statement one last time whilst making his way into the kitchen for a cold glass of water; being as focused as he was he didn't happen to notice a certain helmet wearing individual laying on the orange couch in the living room with his head on the armrest and hands close to his face holding the latest gaming console.

Logan skulled down two whole glasses before turning around in means of heading to his bedroom; as he did a slight annoyed whine caught his attention and he glanced reflexively in the direction the sound came from.

A small smile tugged at his lips when he realised Carlos was sprawled out on his back, one leg dangling off the edge of the couch and his shoulders scrunched up in frustration; something clearly wasn't going as he wanted in whatever game he was playing.

Chuckling quietly, Logan placed his papers on the dining table and silently made his way over to Carlos, his damp clothes now a nonissue. He was suddenly curious as to why the Latino boy hadn't acknowledged him before when he first walked into the apartment.

"Boyfriend," he stated in a hushed tone once his knees had hit the back of the couch's arm, looking down with a slightly pouty/slightly amused expression.

Carlos' eyes lit up instantly at hearing Logan's voice.

"Logie!" he all but shouted, clearly happy and surprised to see his boyfriend peering down at him.

"Whatcha doing baby?" Logan asked with a gentle smile.

"Oh!... Just trying to win this stupid game. But I can't," Carlos pouted, and Logan couldn't help but laugh at how adorable the tanned boy could be sometimes. Something about the way Carlos' bottom lip jutted out made his heart skip a beat momentarily; his eyes widening further as Carlos' attention went back to the game and a tiny slither of pink appeared between his lips from the concentration he was exerting.

Logan's breath caught in his throat as he felt his member twitch briefly in his close fitting pants; he couldn't tear his gaze away from Carlos' perfect mouth, his eyes flickering between looking at the taut lips and the velvety tongue just making an appearance. Logan found himself getting lost in the pleasure filled memories, of which that particular part of his boyfriend's body had brought him; he could confidently say that Carlos had one of the dirtiest mouths around, whether he was ravishing him orally or whispering obscenities into his ear in the throes of passion.

To say Carlos' didn't know how badly his mouth affected Logan would be the understatement of the century. He frequently used his knowledge of Logan's weakness to his advantage, always getting his way with whatever he asked of his boyfriend by pulling just one suggestive smile.

Little did Carlos know, today that pretty little mouth of his was going to get him into a whole heap of trouble; Logan's calm and steady demeanour was shifting rapidly as a wanton idea appeared in his mind.

A wide smirk broke onto his face before he managed to smooth himself over and plan his next move.

Carlos was still completely absorbed in his hand held console, clearly assuming that Logan was happily standing behind him watching his game play; he was none the wiser when the taller boy bent down slightly and latched his fingers onto the straps of the bulky helmet resting atop his head, pulling the obstructing object off the raven haired boy and dropping it to the carpet below.

"Hey!" Carlos grumbled in surprise, "What gives dude?" he lent his head back on the armrest and looked at Logan questioningly, his game forgotten for the time being.

A gasp escaped him at the sight he saw.

Logan's eyes were as dark as the night sky, his pupils dilated as far as possible; deep and steady breaths were leaving his parted lips as his tongue quickly darted across his bottom lip once, his hands twitching ever so faintly by his sides.

"Loga—"

"Shhh," Logan cut him off abruptly, and saw Carlos hesitantly swallow his sentence.

"I think this"—he lent over his boyfriend and took the console out of his now loose hands, noticing another gasp leave Carlos as his crotch briefly nudged against his chin—"needs to go over here for a while," Logan stated, as he moved away and placed the object on the nearby coffee table.

Moving back to his original position Logan leisurely stroked Carlos' cheekbone with the fingertips of one hand and stared down into the seemingly innocent eyes of the boy beneath him. Luckily for Logan, he knew better than to fall into that trap again; Carlos knew how to play him but it wasn't going to work this time. Not if Logan could help it anyway.

After closing his eyes momentarily to compose himself a smile threatened to tug at his lips; Carlos was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt waiting for Logan to make the next move.

"Come closer baby..." Logan finally whispered.

Carlos' eyebrows scrunched up in confusion as he made to sit up and move his body somehow closer to his boyfriend's.

"No, no, no," the taller boy replied, stopping the Latino in his tracks by gripping his arms, "like this," he determinedly tugged Carlos upwards from his underarms; Carlos got the picture and scooted his head and shoulders further up onto the armrest so that his head was now dangling somewhat over the edge. He huffed in protest; this position was not the most comfortable.

Logan didn't seem to mind as his tongue again darted out to wet his ever drying lips, muttering a quiet "That's it baby, lean your head further back for me," to himself as he grounded his feet more firmly on the soft floor.

Carlos was gradually putting the pieces of this puzzle together and his eyes were widening with each realisation he was making; his jaw slackened as he watched Logan deftly unclasp his belt with nimble fingers and pop the button of his now impossibly constricting pants. He sighed in relief once his fly was down, giving his aching erection a little room to breathe.

The tanned boy's mouth was opening and closing, not being able to express himself properly because of how briskly the situation before him was unfolding, his hands were now desperately trying to grip onto the fabric of the ridiculously coloured couch he knew he was now trapped on.

Logan smirked, "That's right Los, open up nice and wide for me." It appeared as though Logan was now lost in his own little world; it was very obvious how turned on he was just by considering the large wet patch that was adorning his now visible boxer briefs, his member straining to be released from their confines.

"L-Logie?"

"Yes Carlos?" the brunette answered, whilst aimlessly drawing patterns across the skin on either side of Carlos' neck, he didn't realise how hot towering over his boyfriend would make him feel but he wasn't about to start complaining.

"Are you going t-to..." Carlos stumbled to find the right words.

"Yes," is all Logan exhaled, as he stuck his finger into his boxers and tugged them down far enough to free his full hard on, holding the base with his left hand as the thumb of the right brushed expectantly across his lovers parted lips.

"O-oh, k-kay," Carlos breathed, beginning to get lost himself in the amount of lust and control Logan was exuding over him, not being able to stop his tongue from gingerly kitten licking at the teasing digit as his eyes came face to face with Logan's member and half covered groin.

Smiling airily, the standing boy moved his hand to cup his boyfriend's cheek securely.

"Open your mouth."

Carlos slowly did as he was told and felt Logan lean over him further with slightly bent legs, brushing the tip of his erection against his now outstretched bottom lip. He groaned as the pale boy's pre cum was transferred onto him and didn't hesitate in lapping it up, badly needing to taste the salty goodness which was uniquely Logan.

"Carlos..." Logan sighed in an amused tone, shaking his head lightly.

"Mmm?" Carlos managed, his eyes fluttering shut savouring the lingering taste on his lips.

"Wider," Logan urged, rocking his hips forward.

Carlos raised his eyebrow in mock annoyance and went to retort but all that left his lips was a strangled gurgling sound as Logan seized the opportunity and plunged his whole length into his lover's very capable mouth.

Carlos' hands flew up to Logan's hips desperately trying to push him back to no avail.

"God yes," Logan groaned, a very pronounced shiver travelling down his spine as he finally was where he wanted to be. He pulled back a bit when hearing a small whimper emanate from the Latino, "Don't pretend you can't take it Carlos." He moved his hand off Carlos' cheek and grabbed both of his hands off his hips, holding them up close to his own stomach tightly.

"I know you can"—he thrust forward once, earning him a pleading look from below and another muffled whimper—"and you know you can," he finished pulling back once more.

Carlos said nothing but pulled out his best puppy dog eyes, willing Logan to give in to him and let him have some control of the situation. The taller boy was having none of it though as he shook his head and laughed genuinely, "That isn't going to work this time babe, so be a good boy and let me fuck your mouth without any complaints."

The Latino's eyes practically rolled back into his head at his boyfriend's straightforwardness; he nodded in acceptance as best he could with Logan still in his mouth, wiggling his tongue along the underside eagerly.

"That's better," Logan said appreciatively, and released Carlos' hands to brace his forearm on the back of the couch before rutting in and out of his lover's mouth steadily. Carlos moved one hand to slowly squeeze at his own hardened length through his jeans and placed the other against Logan's hip, holding him gently in place.

The only sounds that could be heard in the room at this point were the sloppy sucking noises being produced in Carlos' throat and the wanton moans and cusses leaving Logan's mouth as he kept up the steady pace, watching his erection disappear then reappear over and over again. A sight he swore he'd look forward to seeing for the rest of his life.

Carlos' eyes were closed tightly as he gave Logan complete control over his upper body, he was determined to keep his throat as relaxed as possible knowing that if he started to over think things his gag reflex would kick in and make taking down Logan's well endowed cock that much more difficult. He was good at giving head, excellent even as his boyfriend would say, but everyone has their limit.

As he revelled in the feeling of being owned completely and palming himself to relieve the strain, Carlos noticed that Logan had begun to subtly increase his speed, moving deeper into the tanned boy's throat. Carlos couldn't help it when his body began to protest and squeeze his throat muscles in attempts of ejecting the oppressing object; he moaned around Logan's length and tried to swallow the considerable amount of saliva that was building up in his mouth.

"Just like that baby, you can handle it," Logan groaned, his boyfriend's clenching throat only spurring him on, "feels so good 'Los, you're mouth is so fucking perfect."

Logan's words restored some of his confidence and he managed to regain some control over his body; scooting up further so his shoulder blades were almost completely hanging over the edge of the couch's arm, he tilted his head all the way back allowing Logan to press in further than he ever had before, Carlos' nose flat against his material covered sack.

"Oh my God, C-Carlos..." Logan saw stars at the new sensation, which made his head loll back and eyes close tightly in ecstasy; his thrusting became erratic and he placed both hands on Carlos' face, guiding his member in and out, relishing in the choking sounds that his movements were causing. He would have been worried that he was hurting the Latino but the constant muted moans of pleasure he was hearing reassured him enough to let go and make the most of the blissful experience while it lasted.

Even though Carlos was extremely uncomfortable at this point he couldn't care less, this was possibly one of the most erotic moments he and Logan had shared together; wanting to push Logan to the brink of insanity Carlos wound his arms around his boyfriend's boy and roughly squeezed his ass cheeks as he moved his tongue against the length in his mouth at top speed.

"Nghhh! You're driving me crazy Carlos, I'm g-getting pretty c-close," Logan breathed, whilst swivelling his hips into Carlos' touch, he loved getting attention there and he now regretted not removing his pants completely. Next time. He smirked at the thought.

Carlos continued his ministrations and found that his own hips had begun bucking up into the air trying to find any kind of friction, he was so frustrated yet so satisfied by what Logan was doing to him at the same time. He knew he would get his turn afterwards and the anticipation of that made his blood boil under his skin at all the possibilities, especially if Logan was in such a kinky mood.

Logan snapped him out of his daydream when he abruptly pulled out of his abused mouth.

Carlos hesitantly opened his eyes and looked up at him dreamily; glad that he could finally swallow down his saliva. "What are you doing Logie?" he rasped out, this throat really did feel scratchy now.

Said boy had one hand again resting on the couch back and the other was slowly stroking his pulsing hard on; his chest heaving uncontrollably and a thin sheen of sweat adorned his forehead.

"Where do you want me to come baby?" Logan asked meekly, as he rubbed the head against Carlos' left cheek, smearing a mixture of precum and saliva on the flushed skin in the process. Their eyes met and they held each other's gaze.

"I..."

"Anywhere you want baby."

"O-on my f-face," Carlos whispered, his Adam's apple moving as he swallowed noticeably once more, waiting for Logan's response.

Logan groaned, his eyes breaking contact and fluttering shut, "Fuck."

He pushed his length back down Carlos' throat again and moved in short quick thrusts, wanting to savour the tanned boy's warmth for a few more precious seconds. Carlos could feel just how close his boyfriend was by the way he twitched every time the tip hit the back of his throat; his one hand made its way back down to his own crotch unconsciously, the need for some relief becoming much too unbearable.

Logan suddenly pulled back out of the willing mouth before him and began hastily stroking his member with a tight fist; the fingers of his other hand yanking down on Carlos' chin to keep his mouth opened wide. His body was shaking as he gradually reached his peak; he forced himself to bend his head back down to look at his cock about to release all over his lover's face. They rarely had done this in the past and Logan hadn't shared with Carlos how much it actually turned him on, maybe he would more in the future because of this, but right now that didn't matter.

"S-so close 'Los...need —"

"Do it Logan. Just. Let. Go," Carlos garbled out messily, as his chin was still tightly held in the brunette's fingers.

Logan shuddered at the words and when Carlos opened his eyes and gave him the most sinful look he just couldn't hold back any longer.

"FUCK. C-Carlosssss!" Logan screamed, as his seed spurted out in long ropes; some landed on Carlos' eye and forehead, even on the hand he had planted at the base of Carlos' face. The rest went into the Latino's outstretched mouth and was hurriedly devoured by the more than willing tongue that was poking out desperately.

Carlos moaned in satisfaction at tasting Logan some more, he really couldn't get enough of that taste; he licked his lips when Logan released his chin and fell onto his knees behind him, Carlos took that moment to readjust his aching body so that his head was more comfortably resting against the arm.

Resting his forehead against the smaller boy's while he caught his breath, Logan murmured 'So good,' repeating it again and again like a hushed prayer.

Carlos chuckled, moving his hand to gently card through Logan's sweat matted hair; said boy lazily lifted his head and quickly brought his own shirt up to wipe away the remaining bits of cum off his boyfriend's face making Carlos smile sweetly at him.

Logan returned the gesture and placed a loving upside down kiss to Carlos' lips, apologizing in his own way for any pain he may have caused his tanned lover.

"That was hot Logan..."

"You're telling me."

"Maybe next time I could —"

"Next time?" Logan raised his eyebrows in amusement at his boyfriend.

Carlos swatted the pale boy's cheek lightly before continuing with a smile on his face, "What I was going to say is, maybe next time I could do that to you? The look on your face..." he paused briefly and glanced up at Logan's lips, "I want that."

Logan groaned at the thought, "I think we can work something out baby." Looking down Carlos' body he realised the tightness in the Latino's pants.

"But for now, let me take care of you the best way I know how."

Carlos' face split into the hugest of grins. This day wasn't over yet.