Okay, quick update. So tired, but I have to update now, so it would stop bothering me :)

Thanks for all the reviews and ideas peeps :D

This chapter's for EthanLover (for the girl idea), marg (gardener idea), Leviosa0802 (for the g-string) and TheaterKid(for the gun idea)

So yeah, hope you enjoy, sorry if there's any mistakes, yada yada yada...

Gardener

Kendall is fucking tired. He throws down his rake in frustration and stomps on the ground. He hates working for the Mitchells. He hates them so much. They were so fucking fussy. Cut here, Kendall. No wait, a little more over here. And when you're finished, you could go plant single seeds in the rest of the US lawns, leaving out everyone besides us.

He grimaces. He hates being a gardener. The only reason he's doing this is because he was sentenced to a few months 'community service' by his mother when she saw his report card. It was horrible. He's been working his ass off for the past five hours, for the most spoiled, the brattiest family ever. The Mitchell family was trying their best to make him quit, he's sure.

He looks back into the garage he's just exited, and glances at the gun he's just cleaned. He wonders for a second if it still worked. Mr. Mitchell had a collection of guns, and every single fucking day Kendall had to clean them. He's a fucking gardener for Christ's sake.

He turns back around, and he sees a figure coming towards him, with a mop of blonde hair. He sighs, knowing it is the Mitchell's daughter, who hung out with him every now and then, but he never knew her name.

As she draws closer, he sees a large smile on her face.

'Hey,' she says chirpily as she draws near to him.

He rolls his eyes in acknowledgement. She looks pretty hot today. She is wearing a short top and an even shorter pleated skirt. Suddenly, he wants her, in a way he's never wanted a girl. All the frustration channels something inside of him, and he gets hard thinking of fucking her.

He's gay, but once his dick gets inside of something, he didn't really mind. Maybe if he closes his eyes and thinks it is an ass and not a vagina, he'll make it.

She should cut her hair, Kendall thinks. Then maybe I'd actually want to have sex with her.

'What's your name?' Kendall asks, suddenly.

'Logan,' she says, shyly.

Logan. It is a unisex name, Kendall knows, but maybe it'd be better if he thinks of her as a boy.

'Well, Logan,' Kendall says, and the girl blushes, 'Get the fuck inside.'

'W-What?' All the flirtiness is gone out of her voice, and now she is quivering, scared, like a little rabbit, and fuck, Kendall loves it.

Kendall pushes her inside, and shuts the door.

'K-Kendall?' she says, and her hands are wrapped tightly together.

This is what you get for dressing like a slut.

Kendall grabs a gun, and points it at her. She steps back, and trips, and suddenly, she's falling... and as she lands, her hair continues without her.

Kendall frowns as he sees a mop of brown hair, and the girl disappears, and in her place is a boy.

'Logan,' Kendall breaths, and the boy's eyes are wide, as wide as a deer caught in headlights.

'You're a boy!' Kendall exclaims, because now this has just gotten so much better. He didn't fucking care about why Logan had dressed up as a girl, he didn't.

Instead, he is focusing on his raging boner that has sprung to full life when he saw the cute boy sitting on the floor, and Kendall can see a perfect view of his ass, and fuck, fuck, fuck, he was wearing a G-string.

'Get the fuck up,' Kendall orders, and the boy scrambles up, almost immediately.

Kendall cocks the gun. 'Strip, bitch,' he says and the brunet's fingers are moving, trembling toward his clothes. 'And make it good.'

Logan's wavering hand moves to his shirt, unbuttoning it slowly, unintentionally making his movements seductive. Kendall holds his breath as the shirt opens to reveal a pale, but surprisingly muscular chest.

Logan is freaking sexy, and Kendall wants to eat him. The blond frowns. 'Faster!' he grunts, a little more, and his pants might tear from his growing boner.

The shirt falls to the floor, and Logan hesitates a split second, before his hands drift toward his skirt. He slides the zip down, and it falls around his feet.

Kendall's breath hitches. He needs the brunet now, standing there, looking all sexy with the g-string. He could see Logan's erection poking out the top of the underwear, and is surprised that the brunet is turned on.

'You like it rough, huh,' Kendall growls huskily as he saunters up to Logan, and kisses him roughly.

Logan moans into the kiss as Kendall's hand comes down hard on his ass. 'Fuck,' he whimpers, leaning into Kendall's embrace.

Kendall throws the gun on the table, and removes his clothes hastily. He sees Logan's eyes following his moves hungrily.

He brings the brunet back for a kiss, before reach down and rubbing him through the thin panty cloth. Logan groans and grips Kendall tightly, silently begging for more.

Kendall bends him over the table and slaps him on the ass. Logan cries out, as pain mixed with pleasure. It feels so good, and he wants more.

Kendall has to have Logan now, or he'll go mad. He moves the g-string slightly to get access to Logan's ass, before lining up and shoving in quickly, the brunet's back arching with a scream as he gripped the table tightly.

Kendall could see Logan's fingers digging into the table as he pounded in and out of the brunet's ass. 'Ken~' Logan moaned, and Kendall had to see Logan's face, he wants to see it twisted in pleasure.

He flips the brunet over, his legs wide, eyes open, locking with Kendall's. Fuck, Kendall loved Logan so much. He pounded in and out at a blinding speed, striking the brunet's prostrate with every blow.

Kendall fists Logan, pumping in time with his thrusts. The brunet could barely manage Kendall's throat before he comes, hard, all over Kendall's hand.

Kendall follows soon after, hips stuttering against Logan's body. He slumps against the brunet, trying to catch his breath.

'You,' he says breathing heavily. 'You should do drag more often.'

He pulls out of the blushing brunet. Logan tries to stand, a little painfully.

'That was so freaking embarrassing,' he says, glancing down at the g-string that sat askew on his hips. 'Never again.'

Kendall raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. 'Oh, we'll see about that.'

Finally done *whew*. So, keep telling me your ideas, I'll try to use them! I've gotten my idea for H already but we've still got I-Z to go, peeps! :D Woohoo... Lol

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