Second chapter to this amazing story/thing. Whatever you want to call it. :) And muchos gracias for all the reviews :)

I got this idea from Serenity-Marr. Thanks :) And I hope you like it.

Baseball Player

'What the fuck, Coach?'

Logan growled as Kendall loaded another tray of balls into the ball machine that automatically shot balls in his direction for him to hit. Originally, it was supposed to be only for tennis balls, but Kendall didn't really fucking care.

Kendall placed his hands on his hips. 'Is there a problem Mitchell?' He said glaring at the younger boy.

'Yes!' Logan said, dropping the baseball bat on the ground and staring angrily at the blonde. They were in the training arena, and Logan had been batting those fucking balls for about two hour straight. His arms ached, and sweat covered his entire body. 'I've been batting for so long, Coach. Can't I get a break? This is bullshit.' He kicked the bat on the ground in frustration.

Kendall narrowed his eyes. 'Stop complaining, Mitchell, or I will fuck you up.'

Logan bit his lip, flushing at Kendall's last three words, his body trembling with desire. Kendall was hot, even if he had been making Logan hit balls for two hours nonstop. The blonde was taking full advantage of being his baseball coach and using that fucking ball machine to annoy Logan obviously made him happy. But now it was getting ridiculous. Because Logan couldn't stand it anymore, watching Kendall grin at him with those fucking tight baseball pants.

Logan sighed heavily and picked up the bat, his arms feeling like lead. 'How much more, Coach?' He asked, pulling off his helmet and wiping his brow.

Kendall smiled sweetly at him. 'Your batting practice will be done when you finish this basket of balls.'

Logan sighed. Fifty shitting balls again, then he would be free. He wanted to take a hot shower, and get a massage or something.

Logan spotted Kendall smirking as he started the machine. Fucking Knight.

Logan whacked the ball, aiming for Kendall's groin, but, like all the other times, he missed it completely, instead, hitting the machine, causing it to fall to the ground.

Kendall frowned at him, and Logan sighed in relief. Maybe he would get a break now.

Kendall looked down at the balls in disgust, kicking them out of the way, then storming over to Logan, and stood in front of him. He looked at his watch. 'Okay, Mitchell. Fifty laps around the field, and then fifty push-ups.'

Logan gaped at him, unable to process what he just said. 'Wha-'

'C'mon Mitchell!' Kendall said, pushing him to run. 'Faster! What the hell is wrong with you, Mitchell? My grandmother could run faster than you, and she's dead! Come on!' He shouted at Logan, blowing the whistle around his neck.

Honestly, Logan didn't mind the running, but running required moving one's hands, and well- Logan's arms weren't being very co-operative.

After fifty laps, Logan was dying. He was sure of it. His feet were unresponsive, his chest was hurting and his hands were numb.

'Push-ups, Logan!' Kendall said, racing over to him.

Logan was dropped to the ground, panting. 'Please, Kendall. Another time.' He looked up at Kendall, their eyes meeting, and Kendall softened.

'Fine. Take a shower. You smell.'

Logan sighed in relief, then groaned. 'Um... Kendall...' he said, gazing at the boy. 'Can you help me up? My feet are kind of unresponsive right now.'

Kendall rolled his eyes and hoisted Logan up, holding the boy close to him. Logan's heart raced, but Kendall let him go before anything could happen.

Logan limped to the showers, pulling off his gloves and helmet, unbuttoning his shirt, and slumping down on the bench. He took a few breaths before he could regain some strength in his legs.

He got up to unbutton his pants when he felt a body pressing behind him. He leaned back almost immediately, sighing happily.

'Finally,' he whispered, 'I thought you'd never come.'

Kendall chuckled. 'I'd never leave you alone, Mitchell,' he said, teeth grazing the outer shell of Logan's ear, and Logan sighed in contentment.

Long fingers replaced his by the button and Kendall slowly undid the button, unzipping the pants.

'You know,' Kendall breathed into Logan's ear. 'You look fucking sexy when you run. Your ass is irresistable.'

Logan blushed. 'Is this even legal? Can't you lose your job for this?'

Kendall pulled away, Logan stumbling a little because all his weight was on Kendall. 'So you want me to stop? Really, Mitchell, I didn't know you were so fucking uptight.'

Panic filled Logan. 'No no no,' he said, and he brought Kendall down to kiss him. When they broke apart, he looked into Kendall's eyes. 'Don't ever stop,' he said, then bit his lip, before adding, 'Coach.'

Kendall growled and slammed Logan against the wall and the brunet whimpered. Kendall attacked his neck, his chin, his cheeks, then finally his lips, leaving the brunet a withering mess beneath him.

'Kendall,' Logan whispered, but the blond didn't respond. He unzipped his jacket, smiling at Logan's blush when the brunet saw his naked torso.

He pulled down his pants and boxers in one swift motion, before turning over his attention to Logan. He played with the zipper on the pants. 'I love how these pants look on you. Nice and tight, hugging you ass. You have to wear them more often,' he said, looking up at Logan through his eyelashes.

Logan took the pants off, his cock making the biggest tent in his boxers. Kendall kissed him again, lips trailing down to his manhood, where he swiftly pulled down the boxers, staring at the huge dick before him.

He sucked the tip of it, and Logan's back arched, blood flowing to the nether regions of his body. He was so fucking turned on and Kendall wasn't making it any better. Taking it all in, Kendall deep throated Logan and the boy was moaning and gripping Kendall's hair.

The blonde had no fucking gag reflex. He hummed around Logan's dick, and the boy was positively crying now, pleasure overtaking his body as Kendall did some wonderful things with his mouth.

Logan felt an intense shot of ecstasy vibrate throughout his body, and, crying out Kendall's name, he came in the boy's mouth.

Kendall pulled off with a pop, licking his lips as he swallowed. 'Fucking awesome. You taste fucking awesome, Mitchell.'

Logan was panting and Kendall got up, pulling him into a deep kiss. Logan wound his arms around the boy's neck, and Kendall's hands trailed down his back, to under his ass where he hoisted Logan up, making the brunet wrap his feet around his waist.

He walked over to one of the showers and entered, turning on the shower, and as the ice cold water hit him on his back, he placed Logan against the wall, and continued the previous make out session.

His hand trailed down to Logan's entrance, but Logan swatted him away. Kendall looked up at him, water dripping down from his hair onto his chest.

'What the hell, Coach? Just fuck me. Now.'

Kendall smiled, and it was almost evil. He trailed a finger down Logan's chest. 'You're so beautiful, Mitchell,' he purred, before slamming into the brunette.

Logan didn't expect it, and he cried out from pain and pleasure, Kendall striking his prostrate in the first go. Logan withered, pressed against the wall, tightening his feet around Kendall's waist, loving how the blond's hot torso slid against his. Kendall captured him in a deep kiss, moving in and out of Logan, making the brunet whimper and succumb fully to the pleasure.

Adrenaline flared through Logan's body as the water washed over them, cold water against Kendall's hot body. But all that mattered to Logan was Kendall.

'Faster, Coach,' Logan whimpered as Kendall shoved into him at a blinding speed, and Logan was meeting his hips every time.

As Kendall continued his drilling pace, Logan could feel ecstasy coil in his stomach. Kendall sensed it, and he bit into Logan's neck, suckling, making the brunette cry out even more.

'Come for me, Mitchie,' he murmured into Logan's ear, and the boy arched his back, falling onto Kendall as he had the best orgasm of his life.

Kendall followed right after, filling Logan. They held each other for a while, before Logan untangled his feet from around Kendall and stood painfully, letting the cold water cool down his body that was buzzing from the excitement he just had.

Then he frowned.

'Did you just call me Mitchie?' he said, pushing at Kendall's chest.

Kendall grinned. 'Is that a problem, Mitchie?'

Logan growled. 'Don't you ever call me that. That's a girl's name. Like the girl from Camp Rock.' Logan said, poking Kendall for emphasis.

Kendall's smirk never dissipated. He leaned down and licked Logan's lips, the boy shivering. 'Are you cold Logie?' he asked wrapping his arms around Logan's torso.

'Kendall-' Logan started, before he felt it.

Kendall's erection.

Logan groaned. He was still sore. It was un-fucking-believable.

He glanced up at Kendall, and saw the lust in his eyes, but he was still mad at Kendall for calling him that girly and childish name.

'You're not getting me before you apologize,' Logan said, folding his arms.

Kendall smiled. He bent for a kiss, and Logan couldn't help himself. He closed his eyes and tilted his head up, for the kiss... that never came. He felt Kendall's arms leave him, and his eyes opened, anger filling him again as he saw Kendall smiling smugly and leaning against the wall opposite him.

'What the fuck, Coach?'

Finally finished! *pelvic thrust* I have this awesome idea for 'C' :) If you have any ideas for others, tell me! I'll do 'em! Haha :P Review?

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