A/N: So... I'm a horrible person. And I really have no more excuses than that... Except for I've been working on a new story, but I refuse to post it until I've finished everything else. Because I know if I post it I'll get so caught up in it and ughgdfuigdksgf. I just hope I can keep this deal with my brain.

But anyway, I hope I can redeem myself with this chapter, a little bit.

The main plot/story is really going to kick off after this ok? I just needed some smut in my life for the time being.

So yeah, warning, smut!

All good things.

Enjoy! :)


Chapter Seven - Teach You a Lesson.

Logan lies awake across from Kendall, watching the tall boy sleep peacefully. Logan knows he must leave soon, and knows that Kendall is going to be annoyed when he wakes to learn he fell asleep during their movie and wasted valuable time, but Logan doesn't care. It's times like this that are special to Logan. The times he reaches out his hand to draw the lines softly on Kendall's face, to trace that nose, those eyebrows, those lips... Trace every inch like they are a piece of art that Logan wants etched onto his fingertips forever.

It's times like these Logan has time to think, but not too much. If he thinks too much he'll drive himself insane. But he thinks about simpler things, like his family, his home, his old life. He misses it, he misses it so much it aches, but he's here with Kendall now... and that makes him happier than he could ever begin to say.

Sure, Logan will often cry himself to sleep at night at the prospect of what he is doing to his life and his future, but if he can see that dimpled smile just one more day... then it's worth it.

Logan misses his sister, misses her more than anything. She was the only person he ever truly felt connected with, maybe it was that special twin bond, or maybe it was just some undefinable bond, whatever it was; Logan missed her and he loved her.

Logan looks down to Kendall's jeans, noticing the lines of his cell phone sticking out through the denim, and moves like a mouse to put his hand in Kendall's pocket and pull out the device. Kendall doesn't stir, and Logan smiles softly to himself before unlocking the phone to stare at the dial pad whilst sitting up to face away from Kendall on the edge of the bed.

He knows the number off by heart, of course he does. Even though he knew he'd never be allowed to ring, he memorised it anyway. Just in case...

He dials the number quickly, taking multiple deep breaths as he puts the phone to his ear and positively prays the right person would pick up.

"Hello?"

Logan smiles at the simple word, smiling at the light air in which it is spoken, the kindness behind the voice, the warmth, the love; all from a simple hello.

"Hello is anyone there?"

"H-Hi" Logan stutters, "Hi Rach"

Logan hears the phone clatter (presumably to the floor) on the other line, before his sister picks it back up and starts speaking desperately.

"Logan! What are you – how are you – where are you – what?!"

"Calm down" Logan chuckles.

"Logan! You're you're... you're talking to me! I thought I wasn't going to get to talk to you for over two years! Oh Logan Logan Logan! Say something, anything, I just want to hear your voice!"

Logan feels like he's going to cry, from a strange mixture of joy and sadness. He didn't know how much he truly missed his sister until now.

"It's so good to hear your voice Rach" He smiles, keeping his voice low as to not disturb Kendall. "I've missed you so much"

"Oh Logie I've missed you too! It's certainly not the same without you. But wait... aren't you like not allowed to call home?"

"Yeah..." Logan admits sheepishly. "So pleeeease don't tell Mom or Dad"

"Gosh I won't Logie but wow... Even at school you would cry at the thought of disobeying the rules... I would have thought being with the Elders would be, like, ten times more important than school?"

"I know I know" Logan sighs, "And if they knew I was making this call I would be in so much trouble... But it's just... everything's a bit crazy right now and I just... I just needed to hear your voice, it calms me down"

"I understand it must be tough. I know how strict it is Loges. I mean you can't watch tv, have friends, make phone calls... which leads me to my next question, who's phone is this?"

"A-ah..." Logan stutters, eyes flickering over his shoulder to the still sleeping boy. "A friends..."

"A friends? But... I thought... Logan... you better know what you're doing. If you get kicked out and sent home Mom and Dad aren't going to be happy at all"

"I know. Which is why you must promise not to tell them"

"I won't. But only because I love you..."

Logan can practically hear her smile through the phone. "I love you too"

"So, tell me about this friend of yours"

"Well, he –"

"He?"

"Yes, it's a boy. Is that... not ok?"

"Sorry I just would have thought if you were breaking the rules it would be for some girl"

"Ah no" Logan chuckles awkwardly, "It's a boy. Well, a man I guess. He's 23, and he lives in the apartment next to ours"

"Oooh. Is he cute?"

"Rachel!" Logan almost yells, "W-why would you... Ugh. You can't ask me if I think a guy is um, c-cute, he's just m-my friend!"

"Aww just your friend? That's not very nice..."

Logan flings the phone out of his hands as Kendall's lips press down softly against his neck, his arms wrapping around Logan's middle and pulling the shorter man into his chest.

"Kendall!" Logan scolds, the blonde allowing him to lean forward to pick the phone back up before pulling him back into his body.

Logan tries to break away but Kendall is holding him tightly, continuing to place feather light kisses along his neck and jaw line, and Logan is trying his best not to moan.

"Logan? Logan are you still there?"

"Yep yep" Logan says quickly, voice clearly flustered and probably up one or two octaves.

"What happened?"

"I um just, the phone just slipped from my fingers"

"Right... Logan are you alright, you're breathing kind of heavy..."

And Logan was, he definitely was. And it was getting worse. Kendall's hands had now made their way underneath Logan's shirt, letting his long fingers glide up and down the soft pale skin in such a way that makes Logan shiver.

"Yeah yeah I'm fine" Logan breathes, his head falling back into Kendall's neck as the taller boy starts to practically bite and suck at his skin.

"Logan what's going on, are you with someone?"

"Rach, I, I l-love you but I gotta – bye!"

Logan hangs the phone up quickly, tossing it down on the floor and releasing the moan he had been holding in for what felt like a lifetime.

"K-Kendall" He breathes harshly, parting his lips and trying to suck in as much air he can.

"You used my phone..." Kendall murmurs against his skin, biting down particularly hard and making Logan squirm.

"Y-yes. I'm sorry, I should have asked, but you were asleep and –"

"Mmm yes you should have asked, you shouldn't touch what doesn't belong to you Elder Mitchell... do you need to be taught a lesson?"

Logan's eyes go wide, and he's heart surely has stopped. If it wasn't for the fact he could physically hear and see Kendall, he would be questioning who it was currently positioned behind him.

"W-what? Kendall what are you –"

Logan's voice get's swallowed whole as Kendall pulls him backwards, using his strength to push the small boy backwards onto the bed and position himself on top. Kendall's hands pin Logan's wrists above his head, grinning wickedly before he brings his hips grinding down.

"Oh my – Kendall!" Logan moans, trying to squirm against Kendall's harsh grip against his wrists, but to no avail.

"Don't move your hands" Kendall whispers huskily, releasing his hold on Logan to reach down to his belt.

Logan couldn't even move if he wanted to, he is now completely paralysed, but he's not sure if it's with anticipation, desire, or fear. He's never seen Kendall like this. Kendall often tends to treat him like a precious China doll, or a bunny rabbit, he's never so... dominant.

And Logan will be damned if it's not the hottest thing he's ever seen.

Kendall pulls his belt out of their holes in one quick motion, taking Logan's wrist in his hand again and moving so fast all Logan can do is gape at the blonde.

"Kendall!" He yells in shock as the boy ties the belt around his wrist and to the frame of his bed.

Logan tries to struggle, tries to break free, but when he tries Kendall pins his hips down with his own and whispers a husky "Good boys take their punishments Logan... are you going to be a good boy or a bad boy?", Logan can't help but swallow the lump in his throat and stare up at Kendall helplessly.

"Answer me" Kendall commands, undoing Logan's own belt and doing the same with his other wrist.

"I-I-I" Logan stutters.

"Now now dear, you're going to have to speak up" Kendall grins like a chesire cat, making sure Logan's wrists are secured before he leans back onto the brunette's groin and gives a slow roll of his hips.

"Ngh" Logan groans, "I-I I'm going to be a good boy?"

"Mm" Kendall smirks, dragging his nails down Logan's still covered chest. "See... I kinda like it when you're a bad boy..."

"K-Kendall, please" Logan moans, unable to believe just how much this is turning him on.

Kendall leans down until his lips are hovering just over the shell of Logan's ear before he whispers, "Be my bad boy Logan"

It takes everything Logan has not to just come right then and then, matters only being made worse when Kendall pulls his shirt over his head, revealing his slim hips and his toned abs. Logan wants to touch, he wants to touch so badly, but no matter how hard he tugs at his wrists the attempts are futile.

"Mmm see, bad boys struggle"

"I d-don't – ugh – Kendall what are you doing?"

"Well..." Kendall hums, undoing the buttons on Logan's shirt painfully slow. "I decided it's time to ruin some of your innocence"

"But I like my innocence" Logan gasps, his back arching off the bed as Kendall drags his finger nails down his bare chest and to the hem of his boxers.

"Well... Not sure how much you'll have left after this" Kendall smirks, lifting Logan's hips off the bed to slide his pants down his hips until they pool at his ankles and he throws them off the bed.

"K-Kendall, I don't... I don't want to have sex... yet"

Kendall smiles softly down at Logan's large, scared eyes, breaking his facade for two seconds to convey with his eyes and his smile that he has no intention of hurting the boy.

He leans down, whispering in his ear soft and sweet, "Logan when we finally have sex I'm going to make it really special. I'm going to make love to you all night long, holding you tight and never letting go, whispering sweet nothings and soft moans into your ear and treating you how you deserve to be treated"

Logan starts to smile, his heart starting to beat loudly within his chest, about to lose himself in this moment before...

"But now, is not that time. Now, it is time for you to learn your lesson"

Kendall's mask is back up, moving his lips to Logan's to kiss the boy rough and hard, smirking when Logan starts to strain against his confines and moan loudly into his mouth.

"W-what are you going to do me?" Logan whispers in almost wide eyed fear as Kendall leans back, and it's when Kendall realises that this isn't like the role play he has done in the past with partners, Logan is genuinely scared and utterly submissive.

It makes Kendall's dick throb.

"Hmm I don't know my little bear" Kendall coos, earning the slightest of eyebrow raises at the new nickname little bear.

"Maybe... Maybe I'll do this?"

Kendall puts his hand swiftly beneath the band of Logan's boxers, wasting no time in flicking his wrist against the already painfully hard erection the brunette is sporting.

"Fu – Kendall!"

Kendall stills, looking up at Logan with almost impossibly wide eyes.

"Logan did you... did you almost swear!?"

"N-no!" Logan stutters, feeling his cheeks turn red under Kendall's excited gaze.

"Do it again! Oh my god!"

"No K-Kendall I can't!"

"Please Logan, if you're worried about sinning I think being tied up on a bed with a guys hand on your dick is probably a bigger sin"

"Don't remind me" Logan mutters.

"Come on" Kendall whispers, quickening the pace of his wrist and lowering his lips to Logan's ear. "Be my bad little boy, swear for me"

"No Kendall I – ugh!"

Kendall stops the movements of his hand, taking it from Logan's boxers all together and making the short boy whine. Kendall merely smirks, bringing his lips to Logan's chest, his stomach, his hips, his thighs; nipping and sucking as he goes and making Logan's back arch sharply off the bed.

Kendall takes the band of Logan's boxers in his fingers, grinning to himself as he pulls down the material painfully slow until Logan's cock springs free.

Logan is almost whining now, unable to comprehend what Kendall is about to do and why he won't hurry the hell up.

Kendall places a light kiss to the tip, smearing pre cum on his lips and licking them as Logan looks down on him with pleading eyes.

"Please, Kendall" He gasps, trying to buck his hips up into the warmth they so desperately crave.

"Hmm" Kendall murmurs, letting his tongue glide agonizingly slowly up his length. "Not until I hear you begging for it"

"B-but Kendall –"

"Begging for it"

Logan throws his head back into the pillows, the sounds of pure torture escaping his lips and his wrists trying so desperately to break free. He can't help it, can't keep it in, and knows he will regret the next words that positively rip free from his throat.

"Please" He whines, "K-Kendall... fuck!"

Kendall grins up at the brunette in pride, like he's a child that's just taken their first baby steps, but Kendall soon wipes that analogy from his mind.

"Fucking love that you swear for me" Kendall grins before wrapping his lips around the head of Logan's cock and almost swallows him whole.

"Fuck!" Logan yells, his pleasure intensified by Kendall's joyful hum around his erection.

Logan feels like his skin is on fire, he's hot, too hot, far too hot. Kendall's mouth works him up and down in such a way that makes him want to sob and scream at the same time, there is no way a mouth should be able to do that; there's no way the human mouth was even designed to do that in the first place.

But Logan's not going to complain, fuck, he is definitely not going to complain.

Logan wants to do one of three things.

One: He wants to cover his face with his hands and scream into his palms.

Two: He wants to fist Kendall's dirty blonde hair with his fingers, tugging hard and making said blonde moan in earnest.

Three: He wants to buck his hips up and positively grind into Kendall's mouth.

But right now, all those things are impossible.

The last being made unattainable by Kendall's death grip on his hips, forcing him down. Holding on so tight Logan is going to be tracing, long, finger shaped bruises across his hip bones tomorrow morning.

And he can't wait.

"Kendall Kendall Kendall" Logan chants like a prayer, torn between wanting to shut his eyes tight or look down at the tall boy between his legs making him crazy.

To watch his cheeks hollow, to see his eyes watering in the corners as he takes Logan deeper deeper deeper, until soon the noises that fill the room are a combination of moaning, gasping and almost gagging.

Like everything they do, Logan knows this is wrong. So wrong. But he figures that even from their first kiss he has destined himself for Hell, so he may as well take the scenic route.

Just when Logan feels like the world is starting to crumble, just when he feels that sweet sweet release start to build from deep within, Kendall comes off his with a pop and a wide grind spread across with his face.

"Kendall!" Logan groans, a needy whine emitted from his throat. "K-Kendall don't stop!"

Kendall's cruel, and he knows it.

Everyone knows it.

Logan thinks that even God could see his smirk all the way from here.

But then Logan is also hoping God isn't watching.

"Now now now my sweet boy" Kendall almost purrs. "You didn't think I was going to make it this easy did you?"

Logan's beyond even forming words now as the tip of Kendall's tongue darts out to draw a line up his stomach, his chest, along his collarbones, his jaw; and by the time he has reached Logan's lips the brunette is almost panting.

"I want you so bad Logan" Kendall murmurs against his neck, teeth biting down on the soft flesh. "Need you so bad. Need to be inside you, owning you, possessing you, making you scream my name until your voice is hoarse. Need to feel your nails digging into my back as you come, need to hear my name come screaming from your lips... fuck. I want you"

"Then take me"

It's barely a whisper, barely audible, and Kendall has to freeze to make sure he has heard correctly. He looks down on Logan, searching his face for indecision or regret, and see's nothing but adoration, lust and...

No. Kendall refuses to tell himself that Logan loves him, not until the shorter boy says it himself.

Kendall smiles softly, carding a hand through Logan's sweat dampened hair whilst his other hand runs circles across the brunette's stomach and chest. He leans down to kiss Logan gently, lightly nibbling on his bottom lip before he pulls back to look at Logan with sincerity.

"Logan, my love" He whispers, "My beautiful, amazing, incredible love... Yes, I want you. But not like this. Not with your hands tied up to my bed, and when you're so... vulnerable. One day I will have you like this, because I just... Fuck, seeing you like this does almost unspeakable things to me... but not your first time, ok?"

"B-but –"

"Nope. No buts" Kendall says, giving Logan a quick kiss before his signature grin returns to its rightful place on his lips. "What I can do for you though, is make you feel amazing. Deal?"

Logan opens his mouth to say yes, but his words a cut off by his own strangled yelp as Kendall's hips snap sharply down into his own, their erections grinding together in the most delicious of frictions. Logan arches off the bed as much as his restraints will allow, trying to let his lips connect with any piece of skin they can see. He latches onto Kendall's neck and sucks hard, letting his tongue and his teeth work together to create a mark that is already a deep purple by the time Kendall has a tight grip on his shoulders and is shoving him back down into the mattress.

"Who says you get to mark me?" Kendall grunts, attaching his mouth to Logan's neck.

Logan knows he should protest, knows that having a shining red hickey on his neck is going to be an absolute nightmare to hide, but Kendall's teeth feel way too good biting down into his flesh to even mutter a word of protest.

Kendall's hips roll into his at a rapid pace, and Logan feels like he is going to burst. This is too much, too intense, too...

"Fuck"

"Ugh yes" Kendall groans, finding Logan's lips for a messy kiss, "Swear for me again"

"S-shit" Logan moans, biting down on Kendall's bottom lip.

"Yes yes yes"

Logan can almost feel the belts cutting into his wrists now, but he doesn't care, all there is now is the erratic movements of Kendall's hips against his own, and that feeling of almost indescribable pleasure start to rise from within.

"Fuck!"

Logan comes with a shout; hard and loud, jerking his hips up into Kendall's heat and feeling his chest rattle and shake. Kendall is soon to follow, practically ploughing Logan into the bed until the whole frame is close to slamming straight into the wall.

"Fuck, Logan, shit, oh my god" Kendall pants, tightening his grip on Logan's hair and forcing his tongue down the small boys throat.

Logan kisses him back hungrily, although his mind tries to remind him that he can still barely breathe.

But Logan doesn't care. As far as he concerned, he can't breathe unless his lips are on Kendall's. And if that's not the case, well then Logan doesn't even want to breathe at all.

Kendall's hips eventually still, and his kiss becomes lazy and soft, until he completely gives up and falls directly down on top of Logan.

Logan grunts in protest, "Kendall, m-move"

"Nope" Kendall sighs contentedly with a smile, wrapping his arms around Logan's neck and shoulders and snuggling himself in further, not even caring there is now cum drying in between their bodies.

"At least untie me from these damn belts?"

"Mmmm... nope"

Logan groans, praying Kendall doesn't just fall asleep on top of him. Because that is surely not going to be comfortable.

But who is Logan kidding; he's never been more comfortable in his life.


"Well uh, that was fun" Logan says with a slight chuckle as he and Kendall stand in the doorway of 2J.

"You make it sound like a one night stand" Kendall grins, reaching out to absentmindedly play with the zip on Logan's jacket.

"Oh well, yeah but it wasn't so..."

"God... stop being so cute, please"

Logan flushes with embarrassment, dipping his head to avoid Kendall's gaze but Kendall quick cups Logan's chin and keeps his head up.

Logan instinct reaction is to dart his head in the direction of his own home, that never ending paranoia of being caught like a sickness he can't avoid, but Kendall's hold stops him from moving.

"Don't be embarrassed for being cute" Kendall smiles, leaning in for a kiss but Logan holds his hands up to stop him.

"D-Don't"

"Logan... please... I have to kiss you" Kendall begs behind big, green eyes.

Logan is absolute putty under that gaze.

Logan meets Kendall halfway for a kiss that is soft and sweet and Logan wishes it could last forever. He wants to fall into Kendall's embrace, wrap his arms around his neck and kiss him until the sun goes down and beyond. But if he doesn't stop now, he never will.

"Ok ok I'm going now" Logan smiles, placing his hands on Kendall's chest to push him back.

"Ok" Kendall pouts, jutting out his bottom lip and making Logan laugh.

"I'll see you soon alright? I promise. I'll get away when I can"

"I know I know" Kendall sighs, taking Logan's hand in his and lifting to his lips to place a gentle kiss to the smooth skin. "I'll miss you"

"Miss you too" Logan says, before reaching up on his toes to kiss Kendall one last time.

"Please, please go before I drag you back into this house" Kendall smiles against his lips.

Logan takes his palms off Kendall's chest and disconnects any contact they had, and they moment he does he feels... cold.

Logan jumps off Kendall's front porch with skip, turning back more than once to smile and wave at the blonde before he reaches his front door. With one more look into those smiling emerald eyes, Logan shuts the door behind him, feeling like if this was a movie he would slide down the back of the door and giggle like a school girl.

But before he can get lost in any more fantasies and delve into any of his expansive happiness, he is being thrown into the door with a force that makes his back scream in protest.

"W-what?" He tries to gasp, blinking his eyes furiously.

But thinking is once again cut short as a fist connects hard with his face, and if it wasn't for the being pinned to the door he'd be falling to the ground.

Logan finally figures out what's going on, sort of, as he comes eye to eye with Elder Stetson, who is glaring at him with the burning hatred of a thousand suns.

"Elder Stetson!" Logan tries to breathe, "What are you –"

Stetson spits out his next words like a warning, or a threat, the words cold as ice and as cruel as Hell,

"Your life is over, fag."