Author's Note: Hey everyone! Long time, no? Sorry about that! I'll explain why in my closing note. Right now, I hope you enjoy what I'd been contemplating for a long time. On this site, there are a few stories of Kendall and Logan's first time together. This is my take on it. It may be a bit idealized, but some moments need to be "perfect". This, then, is my perfect Kogan moment!

The First Time

Logan awoke. He yawned quietly to himself not wanting to disturb a softly snoring Kendall. He smiled to himself as he lifted his head, ever so slowly, to look into the face that had changed his life. He could easily stare at Kendall's angelic face forever. It was a face that he'd known since his childhood; a face he'd grown up with through adolescence; a face he trusted, and now, loved with all his heart. The blonde had changed the way he saw the world as well as how he saw himself. He never dreamed that he'd be this happy. But he was so ecstatically happy he could burst!

Logan gently brushed away a few of the fine, stray blonde locks that had fallen on his love's face. He'd always loved the way his hair fell on his forehead. It gave him an excuse to touch him, even in public. He lowered his head again onto the bare chest that he'd been sleeping on. He softly kissed the barely there tuft of soft hair in the middle of Kendall's chest and laid his head back on it. He was so lucky, and he knew it.

He hadn't wanted to come out here today. But Kendall had had his heart set on a girly picnic in a secluded part of the L.A. hills. Logan hadn't thought that there were any secret places along the hills overlooking the Los Angeles skyline, but he was wrong. Leave it to Kendall to find a hidden spot like this! The day had been a bit warm for his taste, but under the leafy, shady tree and the cooling breeze coming in from the coast, Logan was comfortable.

Logan thought back to the first time that the two had kissed. They'd both been so nervous. Funny how silly it seems now! But once their lips had made contact and they felt each other's spark, they knew, without a doubt, that it felt right – it was right. The passion that flowed between them threatened to drown them, but neither of them cared. They never wanted to let go for fear that they would lose the divine sensation coursing through their bodies. On that day, their unspoken love was confirmed and their deep, burning passion was born. Logan smiled at the memory compelling him to kiss the taller boy's chest again, his hand coming up to gently tweak the round, pink nipple closest to his face.

Kendall stirred. He stretched his long arms and yawned. He looked down and was surprised to find his shirt unbuttoned and open. He felt Logan's lips on him and smiled the smile of a contented boy in love. My Logie! He reached down with his strong arms and wrapped them around his brunette boyfriend, pulling him closer to his body. He loved the scent emanating from him – that sweet, clean familiar scent he would know anywhere. It was the pure fragrance of his reason for being.

Logan looked up into the sleepy eyes of his handsome prince and smiled. "Hi," he whispered in a low, soft, flirty voice. "I didn't mean to wake you."

Kendall chuckled, raising one on his distinctive eyebrows. "Yes, you did." He sighed. "Come here," he growled playfully as he pulled the smaller boy up to his face. Logan's face was above Kendall's only for a second when the blonde pulled his smiling face closer to his own. He gave Logan a sweet kiss that sent shivers down Logan's spine. Feeling his best friend's reaction, Kendall's mouth moved with Logan's, his tongue exploring the warmth of his partner's sweet mouth. He could just taste the strawberries that he'd brought Logan earlier, the sweetness blending in with his natural taste. Had Kendall's eyes not been closed, Logan would have seen them roll back as the pure emotion of the moment engulfed his body. He couldn't help it. He was addicted to his boy – an addiction for which there was no cure. Nor did he want one.

Logan pulled away from Kendall, looking down at him. He needed more. He kissed the tall boy on the tip of his nose but didn't stop there. He found his lips making a trail of little, soft kisses over his lips, down to his chin, and onto his neck. He couldn't help but tongue Kendall's Adam's apple, lingering on the smooth bump. Logan's tongue tasted his neck as he took in his soft musk, making his nostrils flair. He couldn't get enough. He moved to his earlobe and gently nibbled it, sucking on it, making it wet.

Kendall made a soft, guttural sound showing his contentment and growing excitement. "Aw, Logie," he whispered as he tilted his head giving Logan more room to maneuver his mouth on him. Logan's kisses turned into little nibbles, which turned to gentle bites. If he didn't know any better, it would seem that Logan was trying to tell him something.

They loved to kiss. The repeated, heavy make out sessions were proof of that. But Logan hadn't been ready for anything more. Though he loved Kendall, there was always something that pulled him back from giving himself fully to his boyfriend. When Kendall tried to test the boundaries, Logan's hesitation had always won out. And always would. Kendall would not rush his brunette toward anything that he was not ready for. Logan understood that and was always grateful for the lead singer's patience and restraint. He knew that Kendall could go out in L.A. and easily find someone who would accommodate him in any way he wanted, but sensed the deep devotion and understanding that he held for him. Logan felt it whenever he was in the same room with Kendall. The feeling was like wrapping himself in a warm blanket during a cold Minnesota winter's night – comforting and safe.

Logan stopped his kisses and looked down at his boy's face, Kendall's green eyes looking up at him seeming to penetrate his soul. He buried one of his hand's fingers into the soft, blonde hair, tugging gently. The smile that played around Kendall's lips was intoxicating. There would never be another like him. I love this boy! I always have. The realization hit Logan like a hurricane. He couldn't contain himself any longer. He didn't want to.

Kendall's smile melted into a look of deep concern. Logan had been staring at him but had not said a word for what seemed like an eternity. He knew that his love was wrestling with something inside. He could see the expression on his face as he tried to resolve whatever was going on within himself.

"Logie? Are you okay, Babe?" Kendall's hand came up and rested on the side of the brunette's beautiful face, his thumb gently caressing his cheek. He felt Logan lean into his touch, narrowing his eyes in pleasure and contentment.

Logan opened his eyes. "Kendall, I – I…" He swallowed past the lump in his throat, his eyes moistening a little. "I need you, Baby. I want you. I – I think I'm ready."

Kendall's breath caught. It felt like he'd forgotten how to breathe. Did I understand? Am I hearing him right? He didn't want to spoil the moment with unnecessary questions, but he had to make sure. With Logan's glistening eyes looking straight into him, he whispered, "Logie, are - are you saying what I think you're saying?" He tried to contain his excitement at the prospect of finally getting what his heart and soul had cried out for since their first kiss.

Logan's answer didn't need words. He simply lowered his face onto Kendall's and took his mouth, his tongue deeply explaining what he wanted, what he needed. He was ready. He wanted to give himself fully and completely to the boy who'd always been there for him. It was time to complete their love in every way.

The brunette broke their kiss and, with his lips still brushing softly against the taller boy's, cooed breathily into Kendall's mouth, "Make love to me, Kendall. Make love to me now!"