Woo. I've finally written the next part to this story! I know it said complete, but I decided to just add the chapters all together. It'll slightly be a multi-chapter fic, but each chapter is more just like a one-shot. If that makes sense. And yes, I'm in the planning stages for the next part. I have a rough idea and hopefully it'll be up soon. I can't promise anything, because when I do, I always break it. Anyone who reads my stuff knows I'm crap at updating. Plus, I've succumbed to the craziness that is One Direction. Meaning I've started writing for them. Though, my first fic for them was a crossover with BTR. Which I will be posting at some point. In case anyone is curious.

Anyway, I hope everyone who enjoyed the first part, likes this just as much. It's basically just smut. But that's okay, it's getting me through my constant writer's block. As always, thank you to anyone who reads, reviews, alerts, whatever. Truly means so much to me.

Also, many thanks to my beta Clarry. This was her reward for being forced to beta my 1D fic.

Disclaimer: I do not own the boys. Damn.

"Okay, are you ready?" Kendall questions as he climbs onto the bed, sitting himself down next to Logan. And Logan tries to ignore the fact that Kendall went into the bathroom fully dressed, but came out in nothing. He tries to look anywhere but Kendall, because as much as wants to have sex with Kendall, he's not sure he can tonight. Not with what Kendall wants.

"Um, I don't know." Logan's never felt this nervous in his entire life. Which really makes no sense, but it doesn't change the fact that he feels like he might throw up or pass out.

Kendall rolls his eyes, pulling Logan to him and kissing him hard and rough. He needs to somehow make Logan turn off his brain right now. This night is supposed to be about him, not Logan. He doesn't even care how selfish that sounds, but his is excuse is that's exactly what Logan had told him when he mentioned their free night tonight. "Tonight is all about you," Logan had whispered in his ear, sending shivers down Kendall's spine, and he tried hiding his grin and his impatience for the day to go by faster.

But now that it's tonight and they're alone in their hotel room, Logan is panicking. Which is totally unlike him. Logan is always up for anything and everything, but for some reason, the idea of fisting Kendall has him scared shitless. It's not like Logan's the one getting the fist shoved up his ass. Kendall is. And to be honest, Kendall is really excited about it.

Also, he understands that Logan doesn't like the idea, but come on, tonight is all about Kendall. Besides, all Logan has to do is put his fist in him. Easy.

"You know, Logan, you have no reason to be scared." He teases, as he pulls away, smirking down at Logan.

"I'm not scared!"

"Oh, bullshit."

"...Okay, I'm a little nervous, but I've never done this before."

Chuckling, Kendall wraps his arms around Logan, "It's not like I have either. Plus, I'm the one taking it, as it were."

Logan lets out a heavy sigh, resting his head on Kendall's shoulder. "I don't wanna hurt you," he mumbles into Kendall's skin.

And Kendall can't even help the "aw" that slips out. He never expected that was the reason he was so nervous.

"Shut up, it's a legitimate worry. You've never had anything that big up there."

Raising an eyebrow, Kendall smirks even wider, "Underestimating your dick size, Henderson?"

"I hate you."

"I think your dick is just fine."

"You know, I really do hate you."

"It's not too big or too small. And just thick enough. I love it."

Logan then pulls away from Kendall, annoyed where the conversation is going, though he must admit, he is a bit flattered by Kendall's compliment. "Then why do you want my fist?" Maybe the tactic of guilt can help weasel his way out of this. Maybe he should just ask Kendall if his dick isn't good enough for him.

"Logan, what happened to tonight being all about me, huh?"

"I just...what if I genuinely fuck you up down there?"

"You won't. I know you won't. Just go slow and I'll tell you if it gets to be too much."

"It's gonna be too much."

"Oh, now you're overestimating your fist size?"

"I will walk away now and tell everyone that you asked me to shove my hand up your ass."

"Logan, come on, It's gonna be fine. We'll have a safe word and everything."

And Logan makes the mistake of looking up at Kendall and he really can't say no to him when he gets that sad puppy dog look in his eyes. "What's our word?"

Instantly, Kendall's faces breaks out into a grin. "Elevate?"

"You are kidding, right?"

"Nope." The grin of course never leaves his face.

"You do realize that if that becomes our safe word, I'll always think of you naked and moaning, when someone mentions 'Elevate.'"

"It's kind of what I'm counting on."

"Me getting hard on stage? Dude, that's your thing, not mine."

Kendall tackles Logan onto the bed, pinning his arms down, "And now it'll be our thing."

Logan feels Kendall's smirk as he brushes his lips over his ear, before moving to his neck and lightly nipping at the skin. "You're an idiot."

"I know," Kendall pulls away, sitting back on Logan's thighs, "Now fist me, Mr. Henderson."

And that shouldn't be hot to Logan, especially considering how terrified he is, but he can't help the twitch in his dick. Which he's fairly certain Kendall knows about it, given the smug look on his face, because he knows that he's got Logan right where he wants him. But just to give Logan more, Kendall moves off him and turns around, getting on all fours, giving Logan a view of just where his fist will go. And when Kendall looks over his shoulder, he knows that he's won, because Logan's eyes go dark, and Kendall notices the way Logan subconsciously licks his lips.

"I fucking hate you." Logan mutters out angrily, though Kendall knows that he really doesn't.

Logan moves up onto his knees, crawling over to Kendall. Running his hands up his thighs, he stops at Kendall's cheeks, spreading them apart, before he moves forward licking one quick stripe over Kendall's hole. Instantly it makes Kendall's entire body jerk and then he lets out a low moan that suspiciously sounds like Logan's name.

Kendall has always enjoyed rimming since the first time Logan did it on the bus. And Logan knows he could get Kendall to do just about anything he wanted just by using his tongue the right way.

Despite Kendall's protest, Logan moves off the bed, digging in his bag for the bottle of lube he knows is in there.

There are a lot of moments between them where lube ends up forgotten. When they're in the heat of the moment, if they're desperate for each other to be naked and inside of whoever decides to bottom that night. But tonight, Logan wants this to go as smoothly as possible. Literally. So he will do everything in his power not to hurt Kendall.

Once he's back on the bed behind Kendall, he glides one hand back to his ass, giving it a light slap, loving the way Kendall's hip thrusts at that movement. There are definitely some things they still need to try out.

"Hurry it up," Kendall grits out, painfully hard, from Logan's tongue and he needs something more. Now.

"Hey, no rushing me. I can still walk away." Though, Logan's pretty sure he won't walk away, because he likes this view of Kendall and he'd like to have his dick inside him at some point.

Kendall only groans, but doesn't say anything else.

Popping open the cap, Logan squirts the liquid onto his fingers, but he keeps the bottle close. Knowing he's probably gonna use more when more fingers get involved.

Logan trails his index finger up to Kendall's hole, before slowly pushing it in, watching Kendall's body swallow it. It makes his jeans get that much tighter, but right now, this is only about Kendall.

And Kendall doesn't need any time to adjust, he's already pushing back on the digit, so Logan knows he can add another. He begins scissoring his fingers, trying to stretch Kendall as best as he can, because he knows he'll need it.

When the third finger is in, Kendall only grunts but doesn't stop thrusting back, continuously fucking himself on Logan's fingers.

It amazes Logan just how well Kendall is doing. Sure, three fingers isn't new to him, but Kendall hasn't bottomed in awhile. Well really, they haven't been able to have sex in what feels like forever. Both from being busy and also tired. But Kendall is taking to Logan's fingers like it's part of him, which certainly eases some of Logan's nerves.

"M-more, Logan," Kendall barely pants out, his movements never ceasing, though. But when Logan withdraws his fingers, Kendall legitimately whines.

When he glances back, he sees Logan opening the bottle again, before thoroughly coating his hand. It makes his stomach flip and his cock twitch simultaneously. He's of course nervous, considering he's never done this before, but genuinely, he's never wanted anything more right now.

Logan glances up at him and Kendall can see the fear in his eyes, so Kendall gives him a reassuring smile, not showing his tiny sliver of fear.

"Are you sure about this?" Logan has to ask again, still wanting to give Kendall an out.

"I'm sure, I trust you."

And Logan will forever deny how his heart soared at that. Obviously, he knows that the two of them trust each other with their lives or else they wouldn't be in this situation. But they never say things like that or about their feelings when they're together like this. Somehow, it was an unspoken rule between them that this just stayed sex. Or at least that's what Logan thinks.

"Logan," Kendall whines, again, getting impatient.

"Yeah, alright," he mumbles, before taking a deep breath.

He slides the three fingers back in, stretching Kendall just a little more, before finally slipping in his pinky.

And rather than a sound of pain, Kendall lets out the most amazing moan Logan's ever heard in his life. So maybe Kendall really does have a fetish for this. As long as he enjoys it, Logan can't really say anything.

Thrusting in and out with four fingers deep, Logan finally brushes against Kendall's prostate and immediately Kendall thrusts back harder, begging Logan to go deeper, faster. So Logan obliges, and he can see the sweat building on Kendall and Logan really wishes he had less clothes on right now.

"More."

Logan's hand freezes. It's not like he thought Kendall would just let him get this far and finish the job, but he still hoped this would've been enough.

"Ken-"

"I promise I'll stop you if it's too much. I've got our safe word."

Of course Kendall knew what he was gonna say and really, he can't deny Kendall's wish any longer. He hasn't stopped talking about fisting since it was mentioned this would happen.

With his four fingers still in Kendall, Logan grabs the lube once more, coating his thumb and the rest of his hand properly. Setting the bottle aside, Logan moves his now free hand to Kendall's back, rubbing circles in the sweaty skin, before tucking in his thumb and pushing it in with the rest of his fingers.

There's a grunt and a small whimper and Logan can tell they're not the most pleasure filled noises Kendall's ever made. So Logan begins to pull out, not wanting to hurt him. Screw their safe word.

"No!" Kendall actually shouts. "No," his voice is softer now, but just as desperate. "Just gimme a minute."

Logan keeps his hand where it's at and it feels like a lifetime before Kendall nods, stuttering he's okay for Logan to move now. Slowly, he pushes forward a few times, before finally curling his hand into a proper fist. Once he does that, he waits a full minute, watching the muscles in Kendall's back finally relax.

When Kendall's breathing calms just enough, Logan finally starts to thrust his fist in and out of Kendall's incredibly abused hole.

"Fuck, Logan."

For a split second, Logan thinks Kendall is saying that for him to stop, but then he remembers he didn't say their word and also a moan had spilled out of Kendall.

It seems now Logan can finally accept that this is hot. It's weird for him to see his entire fist disappearing into his super sexy best friend, but seeing Kendall so wrecked does things to him.

Of course Logan has seen Kendall writhing and begging before, but he's pretty sure this moment beats all of those combined. He can see Kendall's arms shaking from holding himself up so long and from the pleasure. And when Kendall turns his head slightly, Logan notices how flushed he is and just how his hair is completely sticking to his forehead.

Yeah, this moment wins as all time hottest ever.

"Oh, God." Kendall is panting harder and Logan knows he's close, so he grabs his hip, as he continues to push his fist in harder.

After about four more perfectly placed thrusts, Kendall lets out a long moan while coming hard onto the bed in front of him. Kendall clenches around Logan's fist so incredibly tight and Logan really wishes that had been his dick, but it's still just as hot to him. It's only then that he realizes, though, that Kendall came without ever being touched. So maybe Logan will be willing to do this again if it really was that good for him.

Slowly, Logan pulls out of Kendall and winces when Kendall hisses. He knows he's gonna be very sore tomorrow, he just hopes it was worth it.

Finally Kendall collapses onto the bed, rolling onto his back. "Damn, that was amazing."

"You know you're gonna suffer tomorrow, right?"

"Totally worth it."

Logan releases the breath he was holding. It's not like he should've doubted it that much, but this whole situation made him realize how much he truly cares about him. Obviously Logan knows he'd do anything for Kendall or any of the boys for that matter. But his heart clenched at the thought of hurting Kendall in any way. So hearing the confirmation of Kendall's trust in him, he thinks that maybe this really is more than sex and kinks for them.

He stares down at Kendall, whose eyes are closed and he watches as the rise and fall of his chest starts to even out, wondering if maybe now is the time to question what all of this means between them.

"Want me to help with that?" Kendall's eyes are open now, glancing at the bulge in Logan's jeans.

And Logan figures it's best saved for later, so he shakes his head. "Nah." Logan knows he should let Kendall, but he looks absolutely exhausted and on the brink of passing out. So instead he pulls his shirt off and then slides out of his jeans, before curling up next to Kendall.

Their feet are resting on the pillows, with their heads at the foot of the bed, and Logan wonders if they should move, but decides against it. He feels drained now, too. All the worry and arousal left him ready for sleep, though he has the full intent of making Kendall repay him when they both have recovered.

"We're doing that again," Kendall mumbles as he pulls Logan closer.

"As long as you still tie me up."

"Of course."

And soon Kendall's breathing slows and Logan knows he's fallen asleep. He slightly wishes he had mentioned something about them and this thing between them. But they're having too much fun right now and really, Logan's not ready to risk that. He still needs to be bound and gagged by Kendall.