AN: Since I already wrote majority of this chapter I decided to finish it before working on another chapter of A Helping Hand/My Fake Boyfriend/There's Only Room For Two. I hope you find this stimulating enough. I'll also be starting school tomorrow so depending on how hard my classes are, the updates might not be as frequent. So, my early apologies if that will be the case. Please review and tell me your thoughts. Enjoy.
Kendall didn't how long he stood there in shock next to his car from what happened. But it must've been a considerable amount of time because Carlos and Jo came back to school in search of him like some lost child.
"Kendall," said Jo, waving a frantic hand in front of Kendall's face.
"Huh? Uh, what?" he stammered, blinking rapidly, snapping out of his daze.
"We were calling your name like 5 times," said Carlos.
"Oh, sorry," he apologized.
"Are you alright?" asked Jo in concern.
"Yeah," he lied. "Why wouldn't I be?"
"Do you even know what time it is?" questioned Jo, crossing her arms in disbelief.
Kendall thought for a moment. School ended at 2. He went to the library to cry his eyes out for about 30 minutes, maybe an hour. Then there's the…unmentionable which probably took about 15 minutes.
"3:15?" he guessed.
"4:30," revealed Jo, shinning her phone screen at the fellow blonde's face to prove her point.
"4:30? Oh no. Crap Katie," he exclaimed, starting to panic. "I was supposed to pick her up 30 minutes ago," he said, fumbling for his keys.
"Kendall relax," said Carlos, trying to get the panicked Kendall to calm down.
"Mom's going to be pissed," exclaimed Kendall, running an aggravated hand through his hair as the other finally extracted the car keys from his pocket. He unlocked the car but found Carlos blocking his way along with Jo.
"Guys move. I have to pick up Katie," he whined, trying to push them away from the door. The two didn't budge which frustrated him to no end. Today was bad enough; he couldn't survive if he had to deal with an infuriated mom as well.
"I told you to relax. I already picked up Katie from school," said Carlos.
"You did?" asked Kendall with a slight relief.
"Yeah. Your mom called me since she couldn't get a hold of you asking where you were. I told her I didn't know. She told me you were supposed to pick up Katie and I offered to pick her up. She said she kept calling you but it kept going to voicemail," explained Carlos.
Kendall's eye's bugged out. He dug his phone out of his pocket and sure enough, displayed in his screen were 15 miss calls and a voicemail from his mother. He swore out loud.
"Are you sure your okay?" asked Jo again. "You've been out of it the whole day," she observed.
"It's nothing. I'm fine," he said, shrugging it off like it's nothing.
"I don't think so," argued Carlos.
"It's nothing," he repeated. "Now move so I can go home and plead for my life."
"Does this have something to do with Camille?" guessed Jo. Kendall stiffened at the mention of the name. "I'm right aren't I," she confirmed.
Kendall sighed with the look of utter despair.
"I'm guessing it didn't go well," sympathized Carlos.
"No. Someone already beat me to her," informed Kendall, depression creeping like a mist.
"And that someone is Logan," added Jo. Kendall nodded in confirmation.
"I swear he's been a jerk to you since the beginning," ranted Carlos. "Are you sure you didn't make him mad or anything?" he asked.
"I-I-uh…I gotta go," stammered Kendall.
"Are you sure you don't know why he's been harassing you?" Jo asked suspiciously, raising an eyebrow, arms crossed.
"I gotta go," he insisted pushing pass the two again but this time with success since the two didn't expect another attempt.
Kendall settled in the driver's seat, shut the door, and locked it all within seconds before his two friends could recover from their slight disorientation. Carlos and Jo banged on his window demanding for some answers but he ignored their protest. He just looked at them, offering a small smile, telling them that maybe with time he'll tell them the full story. The two ceased their pounding and questioning once Kendall started backing out of the stall. They sprinted to Carlos' car intending to follow their clearly disturbed and depressed friend.
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The two made it to Kendall's house and were relieved when they saw the familiar Camry parked in the garage. Before they could even knock, the door swung open revealing a not too pleased Mrs. Schmidt who was anticipating them.
"Do you know what's wrong with my son?" she demanded. "Once he got home, he just went up to the attic without saying a word. Not even an apology. Is he upset about something?"
"He was kinda rejected by a girl," said Carlos.
"There's more isn't there?" guessed Mrs. Schmidt. "I know Kendall. He wouldn't be this upset over a girl that easily."
Carlos and Jo shared a look, silently debating whether to tell her or not. With microscopic shake of Jo's head, the two made their decision.
Mrs. Schmidt sighed in defeat. "Fine I know. A mother shouldn't pry but mark my words I will find out what's going on," she warned.
"Thank you Mrs. Schmidt," said Jo. "Can we go see him?" she requested.
"I don't think that's such a great idea. Knowing my son, he'll want to be alone until he's ready. Bothering him now would only make things worse," she said. "Try tomorrow at school will you? I don't like seeing my son like this and he seems to open up to you two more," she asked.
"We will Mrs. Schmidt," guaranteed Carlos.
"We intend to," added Jo in reassurance.
"Thank you," she said in gratitude.
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The next day, Kendall was far from better. Carlos and Jo confronted him first thing in the morning. Their efforts were fruitless as their blonde friend remained mute and clammed. They decided to follow Mrs. Schmidt's advice and keep a bit of distance.
Like with Carlos and Jo, Kendall avoided Logan, dodging and rerouting his routes whenever he saw a glimpse of the boy. In class, he made an effort to sit as far as possible from the said brunette. Once the lunch bell rung, Kendall sprinted out of the room to avoid any possible unwanted confrontation and headed anywhere but there.
Logan caught on with the plan and proceeded to follow Kendall out of the room. Kendall saw the movement and hasted his efforts. Before he could even stand, Camille grabbed his arm for his attention.
"Logan," she greeted cheerfully. "I know that we're not hanging out till after school but wanna sit together in the cafeteria?" she offered.
Logan turned back to the fleeing blonde before turning back to Camille. He offered her a stunning smile.
"Sure," he agreed. "I'll meet you there. Just gonna use the bathroom."
"Okay," she chimed before releasing him from her grip.
Logan darted out of the room as casually as he could without attracting attention and followed Kendall. He thought he lost him until he saw a glimpse of Kendall taking refuge in the bathroom. He followed suit. He entered the bathroom silently, locking the door. He scanned the room and found one stall closed. He approached the stall and knocked.
"It's occupied," said Kendall from behind the door.
Logan knocked again. "I said it's occupied," repeated Kendall, voice a little edgy.
Logan knocked yet again. Completely unaware on who the intruder was, Kendall burst out of the stall in full fury. "What is wrong with you? I said it was-" But he stopped once he saw who the intruder was.
"You?" he whispered. "What do you want?"
Logan didn't respond except he grabbed Kendall by the collar, yanked him out of the stall and slammed him against the opposing wall.
"What do I want?" repeated Logan. "I want you," he finished before kissing the pressed blonde.
Kendall started to struggle against the hold once Logan broke the kiss. His efforts faltered as trails of soft chaste kisses were placed on his neck while silky finger snaked their way under his shirt, caressing his toned chiseled abdomen moving up to his upper torso grazing over his perked nipples, calming his nerves, making him whimper from the arousal.
Then without warning, hungry canines grazed the skin, Logan feeling the exhilarated pulse, before they bit down harshly but not hard enough to break the skin and draw blood. All the while, ravenous hands scratched and clawed at his skin, intensifying the sharp stimulation. Kendall exhaled a silent moan as his whole body trembled from the exhilarating feeling.
Kendall moaned loudly as a warm slick tongue licked and sucked on the swollen skin leaving a hickey, bruised with a violent shade of blue/purple.
"Shhh," said Logan.
"Lo-Lo-Logan," stuttered Kendall.
"Don't worry, the door is locked," said Logan.
Kendall moaned again as the brunette continued his assault on the delicate light tanned skin.
"But still, you have to be more quiet. Someone might hear us," he whispered, his breath ghosting over Kendall's lips, before sealing their lips in a very intimate kiss, tangling his fingers at those smooth silky golden locks.
Kendall moaned into the kiss, crumpling the brunette's shirt with his vice grip, as their tongues danced together, battling for dominance in which Logan won with a tight pinched to Kendall's sensitive nipple. Once he got the control, Logan's hands dropped to Kendall's waist, gripping the blonde tightly in place which would surely cause bruising identical to his neck.
Logan pressed his body against Kendall's as he continued to map the blonde's mouth, pressing his tongue at every sensitive spot he could find. He smiled into the kiss, loving every reaction that he got from the whimpering blonde. The brunette continued to assault Kendall's lips, occasionally biting at his lower lip, pulling it back before releasing the plump lip, watching it spring back into place.
Logan loved those kissable cherry lips. They tasted so sweet, sweeter than any girl's he's ever kissed. He loved the way they quivered from fright. He loved the cute little pout they made when he's upset.
Logan unsealed their lips which got him a small whine of protest from the extremely sexually aroused blonde. Kendall's eyes were fully dilated, leaving only a thin ring of emerald irises. Beads of sweat were rolling down from his temple. His breath was hitched and it was all because of Logan. That was how the brunette liked it.
"Don't worry, I'll give you more," he chuckled, bending his knees a little so that he was at the same level as the blonde torso. Logan lifted Kendall's shirt, but not all the way, to expose the scrumptious light tanned toned body.
"Hold it," he demanded, commanding the blonde to keep his shirt up.
Hesitant hands gripped the shirt and kept it from sliding back down.
Logan traced Kendall's abdomen with a finger. The blonde squirmed from the touch and sighed a small giggle from the ticklish sensation purely by instinct because he was completely terrified of the situation. Logan chuckled from the contradicting reactions. He felt excitement overwhelm him. Maybe it was the sadistic side of him that took pleasure in Kendall's frightened expression but he didn't care. All he wanted was for the blonde to beg for his touch, to be consumed by pure desire for pleasure that only he can provide. He wanted the blonde to plead, to moan out his name and only his. He wanted him completely, to be his.
Logan began placing kisses around his belly button, outlining the area with his thumb. Kendall continued to squirm from the touch and let out squeak of surprise when a wet tongue replaced the finger, probing the inside of his belly button.
Kendall moaned out an incoherent phrase. Logan began to move up his torso, placing endless kisses all the way to Kendall's chest. Both hands followed his lips, sliding them up along his side to his chest, resting both thumbs in each nipple.
Kendall's whole body stiffened from the contact and let out a small whimper.
"Relax," whispered Logan. "I won't hurt you," he promised.
Kendall relaxed a bit but he was still as stiff as a board.
I can fix that, thought Logan with a smirk. He began to twirl both nipples around, pitching and twisting it. Kendall continued to squirm at the touch but found no strength to stop Logan from going further. Logan removed his fingers on Kendall's left nipple and began kissing his left chest, teasingly grazing the skin with his teeth.
"L-L-Logan, s-s-sto-ah ah," stammered Kendall but came out as a loud moan at the end as Logan licked his left perked nipple and began swirling his talented tongue around. All the while, he continued to fondle Kendall's just as aroused right nipple.
"Cover your mouth," commanded Logan. He didn't even give Kendall enough time to place a hand over his mouth before he bit down on the tender nipple.
"Ahhh!" exclaimed Kendall but realizing his mistake mid-scream, he hastily covered his mouth to muffle his screams.
Logan began to nibble and suck, smirking at the stifled moans from Kendall. With one final lick, he moved on to the other. He gave it the same treatment eliciting the same moans and gasps.
Logan stood up and with one final peck to the lips, he stepped back to give Kendall more room and to admire his work. Kendall looked disheveled, locks of hair sticking up all over the place. His lips were kissed swollen while his skin littered with hickeys of different sizes.
"You can let go of your shirt now," he chuckled noticing that Kendall was still holding his shirt up revealing the thoroughly serviced chest. Kendall fidgeted with his shirt, smoothing the wrinkled fabric with his hands.
"You're hair's sticking up all over the place," commented Logan stepping back forward to flatten the hair with a grin. Kendall cowered a bit from the approach but allowed the gesture. Logan continued to fiddle with Kendall's hair, bring his hands down to caress the blonde's cheeks, just staring and admiring the boy.
"Kendall," whispered Logan. Kendall flinched from having his name uttered. "You're mine and no one else's," he finished before exiting the bathroom.
Once Logan was gone, Kendall slid to the floor unable to process exactly just what happened. Logan Henderson, his number one harasser had just kissed him and touched him in intimate places and he did nothing to stop him.
AN: Like I said this is the first time I wrote smut and I know, it's not even the whole thing. I'm sorry. I'm trying my best. This is a little out of my comfort zone so I need to take it one step at a time. I hope you continue to support this story. Till next time. Like always, stay nerdy.
P.S. I'm looking for people to make cover art for my stories. I would be happy if someone can help me with that.