Stumbling into the hotel room, Logan momentarily lost his balance. Pulling his sweaty shirt up and over his head, he tossed it to the side before face planting into his bed. Wriggling out of his jeans, they soon joined his shirt on the floor.

A poof of air told Logan of a second occupant to the bed. Arms snuck their way around his body, pulling his back to the chest of another.

Hands roaming, Kendall reached Logan's hips tugging them back to his own. Dropping soft kisses Logan's soft shoulders, he lazily hummed his contentment.

"Ken, your bed's over there." While gesturing to the other bed, Logan made no move to escape the other's grasp. "Get off."

"Wanna cuddle." Kendall's words were slightly slurred, matching Logan's own alcohol influenced speech.

"Get off." Shaking Kendall's arms from his body, Logan shifted to his other side, now facing the blonde. Gripping the other's shirt he tugged it upwards. "Off. Get this off."

Groaning, yet complying, Kendall thrashed around briefly as he shed his shirt. Hands tucked under his cheeks, Logan watched, eyes roaming over the chest before him. Eyes capturing the jeans Kendall still wore; Logan grasped the button and began trying to work it.

Letting out a frustrated sigh, Logan succeed in opening the jeans. Pushing them down slightly, he curled into Kendall's larger frame; hands resting between jeans and the thin layer of underwear, lightly gripping Kendall's ass.

I'm thinking a couple chapters on this one.