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"Kendall," James sighed as he looked at me. "Just tell Logan how you feel already. It's getting old."
"You just…don't understand James," I whispered, rubbing my forehead, my fingers grazing over the wrap still around my head. My arm was still in a cast and I hated not being able to go in the pool. But I wasn't alone; Carlos was banned from the pool too.
"You are in love with Logan, not that hard to get."
"What," Logan asked softly, shocked by what James just said.
Both our eyes widened and I couldn't think of a good way to cover this up. I had just been outed by James.
"Well…," James began, and then suddenly shot up. "What was that Carlos? You need help finding the helmet magazine?" With that he ran out of the living room, leaving me to face Logan by myself. Some friend.
"Kendall," Logan began softly, moving closer to me. "Is it true?"
I felt my heart racing, this was it. The moment all this build up had been for. I swallowed hard and nodded. "Yeah, Logie, it's true."
His lips parted as he watched me, his eyes as wide as mine. We stayed like that for a long time, each just staring at the other, waiting for someone to make a move.
I couldn't take it. I stood up slowly, keeping our eyes locked. I took a step toward him, invading his space as I normally did, but this time with a different purpose. The arm with the cast on it wrapped around his waist, keeping him in place, I could feel his breath hitch at the sudden contact. Our eyes never broke contact. Green meeting brown in a constant stare that nothing could sever. He licked his lips absentmindedly, his body already preparing, already knowing exactly what I was planning. My uninjured hand came up, cupping around his cheek. He leaned into it slightly and I leaned forward, bringing our lips together softly. The stare dying as my eyes closed.
As soon as he realized who he was kissing; Logan's arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me more into him, and kissed me back. His lips moved with mine perfectly, following my lead. I held him tighter, never wanting to lose this feeling and never wanting to let him share this with anyone. Logan Mitchell was mine and I would make sure everyone knew that.
He surprised me, gently pushing me until the back of my knees hit the couch. I took the hint and sat, pulling him with me and smiling into the kiss as he straddled my lap. His hips started moving against mine as the kiss deepened. He opened his mouth, letting me in and I began to map out the contours of his mouth, wanting to memorize it all. My hand moved to the back of his neck, holding him in place.
His grinding got deeper, so much so that I couldn't suppress a groan. It was like he knew just how to move to get me excited. "Logan," I whispered as I pulled away from the kiss, my voice as rough as sandpaper from the arousal.
I opened my eyes to the most beautiful sight I'd ever seen. Logan was panting, his pupils blown wide in lust as his hands moved to clutch to the front of my shirt. The blush on his cheeks was bigger and brighter than I had ever seen on his features and a big part of me felt like I had just won. "I love you, Kendall," he whispered, his voice just as deep. "Can we," he began, "can we go to the room? I've been waiting for you to make a move for years. You don't know how bad I've wanted this."
That was all it took for me to hoist us both up. Logan's arms and legs tightened around me to keep from slipping off, my hands held him up. I moved as fast as I could to the room, laying him down on my bed as I hovered over him. I couldn't believe this was real. I finally had Logan all to myself. If I had just told him sooner, I could've had him all along. But this wasn't the time to think about that. This was the time to make Logan squirm with want and need.
"Kendall," Logan whispered, smiling up at me. "Kendall come on."
I smirked and leaned down to kiss his neck.
"Kendall this isn't funny, come on," he said, his voice getting higher with worry.
My eyebrows furrowed as I looked down at him. "Logie," I asked, my voice still raw with desire.
"Kendall, come on, you're scaring me," Logan's eyes widened slightly, fear taking over and replacing the lust.
"Logan what's wrong," I asked, starting to worry that he had just been in a daze.
"Kendall," James' voice called from my left. I looked over, seeing nothing and looked back at Logan. He was crying.
"Kendall," he whispered, his grip on my shoulders tightening. "Please wake up, the doctors said you couldn't sleep this long."
I was dreaming.
My eyes opened and I groaned at the light from the sun, covering my face with my cast.
"Oh thank God," Logan sighed relieved. "I thought we'd have to rush you back to the hospital! Don't do that to me!"
"Kendall you know you can't scare him like that," James chastised from the pool chair on my left.
"Is he awake," Carlos yelled, running towards us with a bucket.
"Yeah," Logan smiled, stopping him.
Carlos grinned and tossed the bucket behind him, ignoring the splash as it landed in the pool. I was starting to think he didn't know another way of getting rid of something he didn't want anymore.
"I was sleeping," I asked, hating how depressed my voice sounded.
"Yeah," James said, his hazel eyes scanning me over. "I can see you had a good dream."
My eyes widened as I looked down. There was no evidence. I looked back at James but he just smirked and looked at Carlos. "Food," he asked.
Carlos grinned and nodded running back to the apartment, James close behind.
"Are you ok? What are you feeling? Are you still tired? Does your head hurt?"
I looked at Logan, smiling slightly at all the questions. He had been worried. It helped ease the gut wrenching feeling of loss that had settled in my stomach. "I'm fine, I am tired but not as much as I was. I feel…," I began. I felt like shit. Dream Logan had felt real. I had him. I finally had him and he just slipped through my fingers. "I feel hungry and my head doesn't hurt."
He nodded as he watched me. Without warning, his hand brushed against my cheek. It took all my will not to blush.
"Your swelling is going down some. That's good." His hand moved to my neck, his thumb caressing my jaw. "Is your jaw still sore?"
I couldn't move. Was this another dream? Should I just say 'screw it' and kiss him?
"Kendall," he asked softly, his brown eyes trapping mine again.
"N-no it's not that sore anymore." I watched him, deciding to take a slight chance. "That makes it feel better."
He blushed softly and smiled, an amused hum coming from the back of his throat. His thumb continued to move back and forth in soft lines. "I bet it'd feel better if Jo was the one doing it though, right?"
I rolled my eyes, shaking my head careful not to shake his hold off. "No way."
He smiled as he examined the other cuts on my face. "Let's get you upstairs so I can put Neosporin on your wounds."
I smirked and nodded, moving to follow him to 2J. I could really get used to doctor Logan.
xoxo
It had taken a month for all of us to be in perfect order again. My wrist was the last thing to fully heal. And in that time, Logan, Carlos, James and I had been together every minute of every day. Needless to say I was really beginning to hate all of them, except Logan. But, I couldn't let him in on that, so I isolated myself to the pool and made sure none of them would follow me, even if I did want Logan to insist to be close to me.
When I got to the pool I saw her. Jo was standing talking on her cell phone. I quickly hid behind the bush to get a better look. I needed to figure out how to get Logan to realize he was in love with me. Okay, I didn't actually know if he was in love with me…but if he was, I needed a plan.
That's when it hit me. I had seen a movie once on Fox. Katie made me watch it with her so mom would calm down about letting her ten year old watch a pg-13 rated movie. I, of course, covered her eyes on the almost but not quite sex scenes, not that she minded. Anyway, on that movie, the guy wants the girl so he gets a girl decoy to make the other one jealous. Sure, it blew up on him when they found out but in the end he got the one he wanted. So, that's what I'd do with Jo.
But…what if she really fell for me? I'd feel like a giant ass if I hurt her for my selfish reasons. And if I told her my true intentions…I'm pretty sure I'd get slapped. I jumped as a hand hit my shoulder.
"Why are you spying on the new girl," Katie asked, sounding annoyed.
"I'm not spying," I whispered back. "I'm secretly observing her from afar." My gaze went back to Jo, wondering how to deal with this.
"That's spying," Katie said, the 'my brother's an idiot if he thinks he can sneak out of this' tone clear in her voice.
"Katie," I hissed slightly glaring at her as I turned to face her again.
"Doesn't she have a boyfriend," she asked, unfazed by my glare.
"Yes, and it would be wrong of me to ask a girl out who's already taken." I turned my gaze back to Jo before turning back to Katie. "Right?"
"Oh please," she said, her eyebrows furrowed. "Hey Jo!"
I whipped my head around, only to be pushed out from my hiding place by my little sister.
"Oh, hey Kendall, what's up," she smiled happily.
"I have the day off and I thought that maybe we could…hang out," I smiled questioningly.
"You know I have a boyfriend," she asked, looking up at me through her lashes.
"Which is awesome," I smiled. "And it's also awesome being just friends with girls. It's cool," I grimaced and smiled at the same time.
"Well," she began. "I was just about to hit the gym and I could use a training partner. Wanna come along, just friend?" She grinned, her eyebrows rising in a challenge.
"Yes," I grinned wide. This was my chance to spend more time with her, maybe figure out if she'd be willing to help me out. "I mean," I corrected, my voice deepening back to indifferent as my eyebrows lowered and I held my hands out. "What are we doing? Weights, cardio?"
She giggled. "You'll see." She turned, her hair swishing around softly as she moved to the gym. "You're going to have to change though."
"Into what," I asked, following her into the gym.
"This," she grinned, pointing to the spare outfit in the closet she moved to stand in front of.
I stared at it and smirked. "Karate?"
"Judo," she corrected as she handed me the clothing. "Hurry and change and meet me out here."
I nodded and went to the locker rooms to change. This was going to be interesting.
…
I wasn't exactly sure when it happened, but sometime between changing into the judo outfit and getting slammed to the ground by a girl, I developed a crush on Jo. There was something about her. She was cute, obviously, loyal to her boyfriend no matter how much I flirted with her, and her hand fit pretty well into mine. Not as well as Logan's but I doubt anyone's could.
I liked her laugh too. And the snarky remarks she made right before she flipped me to the matt. I could have fun with her. I could be happy with her. I could settle for her. But of course…she had a boyfriend, and my entire being wanted Logan a hell of a lot more than it wanted her.
We spent the day together. I tried to steal sips of her smoothie with my own straw, and she would yell boyfriend. I'd bring her a heart shaped pizza, and she'd hold up a sign that said boyfriend. Even if I wasn't into her, I'd still have fun doing this.
Then I found out she was lying about having a boyfriend. Katie, the amazing little sister that tends to one up me on levels of cunning and know how more often than she should, told me the truth, which of course pissed me off. I hated being lied to.
Katie and I parted ways and I returned to Jo, sitting in my chair stunned at the news.
"Is your sister okay," she asked, holding her pizza slice.
"She's great," I grinned turning to her. She smiled and nodded. "Now let's talk," I began, crossing my arms over my chest. "Just friend to just friend."
"You got it! What do you wanna talk about," she smiled, moving her gaze to her pizza as she went to take a bite.
"Your boyfriend," I smirked. Her eyebrows rose as her eyes flew off the pizza to stare at me stunned. "What's his name? What's his favorite sport? Is he allergic to shellfish?" My eyes widened as I leaned back waiting for answers.
"Oh," she said, her voice high with shock. "well…um." She looked down then said, "Travis, doesn't really talk about sports or his allergies."
I nodded, eyebrows furrowed and said in a high chastising voice, "you sure you have a boyfriend?"
Her smile fell as she glared slightly at me.
"I mean, I've heard stories of girls who make up fake boyfriends but," I chuckled, "you would never do something like that, would you?"
"No," she smiled guiltily shaking her head. "In fact, my totally real boyfriend Travis is coming to visit me," she smirked, dropping her slice of pizza back in the box, "today."
I nodded and looked up trying to stop the smirk from spreading over my features. It's a good thing she wasn't here for acting. I watched her as she turned away from me, looking over her shoulder.
"Well," I began once she was facing me again. I moved to stand up, smirk in place. "I can't wait to meet him."
She followed my lead, standing too. "Well, I can't wait for you to meet him."
"I'll be relaxing and waiting in the lobby," I challenged.
"Great, I'll see you soon."
"Great," I said.
"Great!"
"Great!" we said in unison, before we both turned and went our separate ways. This was going to be interesting.
A big part of me wondered what Logan was doing, if he was safe, who he was with. As I moved to sit in the lobby he was the only thing running through my mind. I could only pray he wasn't with Camille. That sneaky drama queen would use any excuse to kiss him and I wouldn't allow it to happen again. Those lips were mine to kiss. He was mine to ravage.
That is, unless…he wanted her. If he started the kiss, if he reached out to her, I don't know if I'd have it in me to stop him, because more than anything, I wanted Logan to be happy.
xoxo
We all stared at the door Logan had just broken down. I could feel the lust shoot into my blood. He was in a dress, a wig, black panty hose, and high heels. I don't know how he got them, but I wanted him in my room now.
"Logan goes first," the others smirked. They were thoroughly amused, none of them seeing the pure want that radiated off of me.
He stumbled in a bit further before falling flat on his face. The others scrambled to go help him, I was a minute behind. I ran over, and stood behind him. I couldn't take my eyes off him. In that dress, I could see everything so clearly. Way clearer than pants or shorts had ever let me see. I saw just how narrow his hips were. I could see how toned his legs were, how the patches that had been torn showed off a tease of skin. I stayed there, until I realized they had already lifted and moved Logan to the couch, wanting to hear his story.
James and Carlos sat on each side of him, blocking my easy access to him. Katie sat next to Carlos, leaning over to see his face better, her eyes occasionally roaming to me as he began telling the story. My mom and Carlos' dad stood in front of him, both shocked by the reaction of the girls but not all that surprised to see him in a dress.
I stayed at the table, my hand gripping the top of a chair as I held myself back from claiming him right here and now.
"Kendall," Carlos began, grinning. "You sly dog you got a date with Jo?"
My focus snapped up to Katie, her smile shy but full of mischief. I looked to Logan, noting how it didn't really seem to affect him, which was good and bad. Good because it meant he didn't have that big of a crush on her, bad because…well…it meant he probably didn't have a crush on me.
I sighed and proceeded to tell them about my day with Jo.
