The Cryptic Wish

While he was waiting for Kendall to come back to the kitchen, Logan went to the cabinet and pulled out another bowl so he could split the hot soup with his best friend. He quickly set the table and had both their servings ready. He sat on one of the chairs and took a spoonful. The warm, chunky liquid made him feel better. He took another bite and followed it with a piece of the soft bread he'd gotten for them.

After a while, Logan grew curious as to why it was taking Kendall so long to change and join him. He wiped his mouth and decided to make sure that his friend was alright. He walked to their bedroom door and knocked gently. There was no answer from the other side. The door wasn't locked so he let himself in ever so slowly.

"Kendall? What's going on, Buddy? You okay?"

He walked in and found Kendall asleep on his bed. From the looks of things, he'd tried to undress himself but must have passed out in the process. The blonde lay on the bed shirtless, one of his arms flung above his head while the other was on his waist where it looked like he'd tried to unbutton his jeans. He'd halfway succeeded exposing a hint of blonde pubes at the end of his tummy's happy trail. One shoe was off and on the floor while the other was still squarely on his foot. His breathing was slow and deep telling Logan that he was probably out for the night.

Even in this disorderly state, Logan's eyes only saw the radiance that shone through. The blonde's face was at peaceful rest, angelic in its repose. The brunette sighed as he smiled at his best friend's condition. He decided that he would help Kendall finish getting into bed and knelt down in front of the foot with the shoe. He untied it and gently pulled it off his foot. Slowly, he took the newly freed foot and moved the leg onto the bed to join the other one. He wanted to remove Kendall's jeans but was afraid of what might happen if he did. Not only had the blonde gone commando this evening, he wasn't sure he could trust himself with a nude Kendall so close within his reach. The sleeping boy's fragrance was already playing with his emotions as his best friend's pheromones played on his nostrils making them flair. Logan swallowed hard as he stood, hands on his hips, trying to decide what he should do next.

Logan bit his lip. How many nights had he dreamt about Kendall lying in front of him like this? How many fantasies had he had where he would find a semi-naked Kendall who'd wanted him to take him again and again? The boy genius swallowed hard and let out a long, shuddering sigh. He looked at the sleeping form one last long, lingering time taking in the beautiful view. Of course, he would be a gentleman about the whole thing. He wasn't about to take advantage of his best friend. He shook his head and chuckled softly to himself as to the absurdity of the situation. However, there was still one more delicate thing that had to be done.

Logan knelt in front of the bed and moved closer to Kendall's crotch. With slightly trembling hands, he'd have to pull up the zipper that threatened to snag on his friend's pubes. He reached out and lifted the zipper as far away from Kendall's skin as he could and began to slowly and carefully zip up his jeans. He stopped when he realized he'd have to smooth down some of the brownish blonde hair that stood up from the base of Kendall's manhood.

Oh shit! He removed his hands from Kendall and thought about how he would proceed. When he was moving the zipper upward, his fingers had felt the formidable size of Kendall's maleness. He had to take a moment to calm himself and steady his hands. He hadn't been prepared for the state of arousal that this simple task would bring out in him. After a few moments, he was determined to finish what he'd begun. He reached in and patted the soft pubic hair against Kendall's warm skin. He then grabbed the zipper head and pulled it all the way closed. Logan buttoned the jeans and exhaled forcefully, relief and excitement fighting for dominance within him. His heart pounding, he sat on the edge of his roommate's bed trying to catch his breath. Just then, a shocked and embarrassed Logan heard Kendall clear his throat. His head immediately turned to look into Kendall's still sleepy eyes.

"Logie?" Kendall stirred and saw Logan's look of terror. "Um, what're you doing?"

"Kendall! I – I…You were asleep and – and…Your pants…Um…Uh…Bleep. Blap – "

Kendall laughed at his flustered friend, a mischievous grin suddenly adorning his face. "Logan," he said through gritted teeth. "I swear, if you say 'Bloop' to me…!"

Logan stood, wide eyed and put both hands over his mouth. He didn't want to do it. He fought hard to keep it inside. But the logical Logan felt himself losing the battle. He couldn't help it. His hands slipped from over his mouth.

"BLOOP!" The nonsensical word escaped his mouth. His hands snapped back over his lips, his breathing becoming harder. Logan stood, looking at his best friend.

Arms extended and with a mock scowl on his face, Kendall shot out of his bed and let out a loud yell. "Aaaaaaaargh!"

Logan's high-pitched yelp echoed throughout their shared bedroom as he saw Kendall lunge at him with lightning fast speed. There was no way he could avoid the blonde's long arms so he decided to brace himself for the inevitable impact of their two bodies.

Kendall threw himself against Logan, wrapping his arms around him, and flung his friend backwards onto the brunette's bed. Logan struggled desperately to slip out of Kendall's grip since he knew what was coming next. They rolled around on the soft mattress, each fighting for dominance over the other. Then Logan felt Kendall's fingertips, gently but firmly, dig into his midsection again and again. Even if he'd wanted to, the smaller boy couldn't help the streaming laughter that was escaping him. His best friend knew how ticklish he was and he was relishing the act of exploiting the smart boy's weakness.

The laughter exploding out of Logan was music to Kendall's ears. He hadn't spent time like this with him in a long time and he realized how much he missed the boy. He stopped tickling him when he saw the beginning of happy tears begin to form in Logan's eyes. He took Logan's wrists and held then above the brunette's head, his body's full weight on top of him. They were both laughing as they calmed themselves, each trying to steady their breathing from their shared exertion.

Logan was keenly aware of a shirtless Kendall on top of him. His own tee shirt was crumpled leaving his midsection bare after their horseplay. He felt their skin touching and it made his skin tingle. He stopped laughing and his big smile seemed to light up the room. For a split second, his smile for Kendall was genuine and unforced. For a moment, they'd been kids again in Minnesota wrestling around in his room having fun.

Kendall looked into Logan's trusting brown eyes, taking in the sparkle. He remembered himself and let go of his friend's hands, suddenly conscious that he wasn't wearing a shirt. He smiled at his buddy before getting off him and sat on the edge of the bed staring in front of him.

Inside, the thrill of Kendall laying on him took Logan's breath away. As they were wrestling, he'd felt a spark everytime his hands came into contact with the soft, smooth skin that covered Kendall's lithe muscles. He'd wanted the contact to go on forever. But on the outside, all he could do was pretend that this was just another instance of male bonding horseplay. Still, he saw how Kendall had stared into his eyes, the smile almost melting the shorter boy under the blonde's weight. He was disappointed when Kendall had sat up and moved to the edge of his bed. For a moment, Logan could have sworn he saw sadness and confusion on his leader's face. He sat up and joined him on the edge of the bed, gazing at his crush's profile, unsure what he was waiting for.

Kendall looked over at him and sighed. He wrapped his arm around Logan's neck and pulled him in, making his friend rest his head on his shoulder. The taller boy rested his head on top of the brunette's head, nuzzling his nose into the thick softness. He sighed, inhaling his friend's fragrance.

Logan couldn't believe his best friend's body language. Is this a trick? What is he trying to tell me? Am I imagining things?

Without moving, since he didn't want to break their physical contact, Logan whispered to him, "Kendall? What's wrong, Buddy? What's going on with you?"

Still looking at the opposite wall, he whispered back to his friend. "I think she was right, Bro. I - I think Jo was right." A tear fell from him as he tried to process his emotions. The time had come.

Logan looked up at Kendall in genuine confusion. He saw the tear roll down the blonde's cheek and wiped it from his face. Gently and softly, he asked, "What about Jo, Kendall? What do you mean?"