This is in Logan's POV. And the italics are his dream.
I should probably put in that I don't own BTR or anything else that is copywrited. Oh, look, I just did.
It's been a long day. 6 hours of harmonies with Gustavo because my dunderheads of friends have the attention span of ADD squirrels.
And don't get me started on trying to help Carlos and James with there math homework.
I should just charge them and do it myself.
Kendall's laying on his bed, staring at me. He doesn't know that I can see him doing it.
"I know you want to talk about my nightmares, just drop it." I say, not bothering to look over at him.
He lets out a big breathe of air, "You're so stubborn, Logie. Why won't you tell me?"
I jump into bed, and pull the covers up to my chin, "Because I don't want to talk about it, now just let it go."
I don't want to talk about it. I just want to sleep and forget that bad things happen. I hope I can sleep tonight.
"Don't let the bathwater get too high, Logan." I shudder, I don't want to see him, I don't want to be here. "What's wrong, sweetie? You don't want me here?" Long, cold fingers run down my cheek, "Look at me... Look. At. Me."
I breathe in. And out. Slowly, I let my eyes open, and there he is. Green eyes raking over my body, crooked smile bringing out a dimple in his now sinister face.
"Go away, Kendall." I say, fingers tracing patterns in the now cold bathwater. I feel afraid, and exposed, fear becoming a bitter taste on my palate.
He chuckles darkly, "You don't mean that Logie. Hmmm, maybe I should join you."
I glance up, and suddenly he's undressed, slipping in the tub before me.
"K-k-kendall... don't. Please, go away." I've lost the power in my voice, it comes out as a whisper.
He puts a finger to my lips, "Just close your eyes, and keep quiet. Enjoy this." I shake my head, "N-no. No Kendall. Leave."
Kendall isn't listening, he's leaning forward slowly inching his way to me. Soon enough he's inches from my face, piercing green eyes searching mine.
And then his lips are on mine. I'm frozen, fear making my heart beat fast and out of control. He's moaning into the kiss, not noticing that I'm not kissing back.
His hands on my shoulders, they make their way done, toy with my nipples, slide down my abdomen, and rest on my flaccid member.
He starts to stroke, slowly, gently, and I'm willing my body not to enjoy this. I go to push his hands away, but my hands are suddenly tied to the bar in the tub.
Kendall becomes impatient with my unresponsive cock, and begins to stroke faster. "C'mon, Logie. I know you want this. You know how badly I need this."
He didn't even need to say the last part, I can feel his hardened member against my thigh.
Not finding any luck, his fingers travel south and rest at my entrance. "I guess I'll be the only one having fun tonight then." And with that he rams his fingers into me.
I scream, or at least air is coming out. I have no voice, tears are streaming down my face as he scissors inside me.
He retrieves his fingers, I breathe a sigh of relief. It's cut short and turns into a scream of bloody murder.
Kendall's ramming into me now, with no warning and no loving look like there was before. Eyes pure black, almost demonic, no traces of white or green left.
My nails are gripping the tile with such force I'm surprised there aren't scratches being left. "K-kendall! Stop! Stop!"
Cries just egg him on because he let's out a loud moan and calls out, "Logan!" but it's not his voice, it's much deeper and very sinister.
He's pounding into my prostate, treating it as if it were his personal dick punching bag. "Stop!" I scream, and with that he lets go, flooding me and the tub with pure white. Almost like porcelain.
I wake with a start, and I'm screaming. Kendall's almost on top of me, breathing heavily. "Are you alright Logan? You were screaming my name and telling me to stop. What's going on?"
"Get away! Just stay away from me!" I scream at him, tears pouring down my face as I jump up and back into the corner of the room.
He takes a step towards me, "Logan, calm down. It's just me, close your eyes and take a deep breathe."
"Don't you dare move towards me Kendall Donald Knight! Bad things happen when I close my eyes, don't tell me to close my eyes!" The whole apartment must be awake by now, but no ones come close to the room.
"Just tell me what's going on, why won't you let me in?" His eyes are pleading, they're kind. And then I realize that this is reality, Kendall's not the stranger in my nightmare.
I slowly relax, "I'm going to sleep on the couch. I'm better now. I just need air."
And I run from the room.
"Don't let the bathwater get too high, you will be a flood of porcelain."
