OK, ok. Don't kill me! I know I haven't updated in FOREVER! But I will be busy until February 21st, which is when Carnival ends in my country. I have a new story I want to start so I'll see what I can do about that.
Anyways,
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Kendall was far too excited. It wasn't normal. He had gotten the boy to come over yet again and hopefully today would go just as well as last time. He wouldn't admit just how much he enjoyed the last visit, and how much control it had taken him not to screw the boy into the couch until he couldn't walk right.
He was sitting on his couch, already dressed and styled for the day and thinking back to last night.
He dreamt about Logan last night, after a 2am texting marathon. He didn't remember falling asleep, but he did remember every detail of the dream in perfect clarity. He remembered that he and Logan had been lying on Kendall's bed, and Logan looked amazing. He was shirtless, and that characteristic blush had been lingering on his cheeks.
Logan had made the first move, an obvious proof that it was nothing but dream, but it had been wonderful none the less. Logan's lips had descended down his chest, leaving soft butterfly kisses all down his torso, his tongue dipping into his belly button once, causing dream Kendall to scream in delight. He recalled Logan's perfect lips placing a few kisses on the inside of his thighs and then, of god.
He had woken with a sticky mess to clean up, but it was worth it. Right now he was only a little hard, and he probably could hide it. He still had hours before his gorgeous… what? How did he finish that thought? Boyfriend? No way in hell. Kendall didn't like being that serious with anyone. Lover? That could work if they were having sex, which they weren't. Friend? That wasn't really right either. He did consider the boy a friend, but that just didn't sum up what they had. Crush? That probably worked the best, although it was the one that made him cringe the most.
He decided to call Dak. He would call to tell Camille what had happened, but she was never awake before noon on a weekend. He hit 1 on speed dial and waited for his friend to pick up.
"Hello?" He heard groggily mumbled on the other end of the line, Dak was not a morning person.
"Hey Dak!" Kendall said, lacing as much enthusiasm and brightness into the words as was possible at 10am just to bug him. "Want to know who, sorry, what I did yesterday?"
"Of course babe. I'm up for any gossip. Even if it is early." Dak said, and Kendall heard him cough once to clear his throat. "So who was it? Were they any good?" He asked, excitement growing in his voice.
"Logan Mitchell. And we didn't actuallyhave sex. A very hot make-out session, but no sex." He said while he waited. And waited. "Dak?"
"You were with Logan fucking Mitchell yesterday, and you didn't think to tell me? Or Camille? Seriously dude! We're your best friends." He said, sounding insulted, but over the phone Kendall couldn't tell if it was real or not.
"Hey in my defense, I- wait! How did you know I didn't tell Camille?" He asked, suspicion growing quickly. "Oh my gosh! You slept with her didn't you?" He accused, throwing his head back in frustration.
The trio had always had a very, um, open relationship with each other. None of them were strictly any romantic preference, Dak and Kendall both outwardly bi, and Camille, although most of the time straight, had been with girls. Now, the fact that none of them were ever really in a relationship, or ever really just swung one way, meant that the three of them fooled around with each other guiltlessly on many occasions. Kendall and Dak had actually had a brief spat where they were considered to be dating, and so had Dak and Camille, but really, they all just slept together if they were horny.
"So what? Just cause you got some outside action doesn't mean I can't keep up sleeping inside the group. And stop trying to change the subject."
"Okay, I won't. I had Logan over yesterday and we made out for a bit, watched a movie, talked for a while. Nothing special." Yeah right. That hard on was nothing special.
"Since when do you be with someone without screwing them?"
"Since yesterday." Kendall replied, smiling. He knew Dak was serious, and he liked baiting his friend. "I gotta go, he's coming around today too."
"See you sweetness. But you should know, you're way better in bed than Camille."
"That's because you like being bottom and with a chick that doesn't work." He said before hanging up.
Logan was very confused about how he wanted today to go. On one hand he really, really, wanted to kiss Kendall again, not dissimilarly to how he did yesterday, but he was very nervous about all this. What would happen if Kendall wanted this to continue at school? The thought made his stomach twist horribly.
But the moment he got to Kendall's apartment door his thoughts of tomorrow disappeared and every thought was replaced by Kendall. He knocked on the door and waited almost no time before he was greeted enthusiastically by Kendall lips on his. He felt Kendall' thin fingers run up under his baggy shirt and moaned into the kiss.
"Hey beautiful. Missed me?" Kendall said with a wink.
"Um, yeah." He replied, that ever annoying blush creeping up onto his cheeks.
"Come on in." Kendall said grabbing Logan's hand. He pulled Logan into the lounge room which still intimidated Logan a little. The bright colours were so different than his elegant and old-fashioned home.
Logan sat down on the couch first, followed closely by Kendall, who quickly let his arm fall over Logan's shoulder. Logan tensed up out of habit, but promptly let his body melt into the taller boy's side.
"What did you do last night?" Kendall asked. Jacked off to thoughts of you.
"Nothing much." He replied, trying not to feel guilty.
"Well after work and a texting conversation with a certain gorgeous boy, I had a wonderful dream about someone," He said, using his other hand to draw burning circles on Logan's thigh. "Want me to show you what the dream was about?" He said, his voice going down to a whisper, breathing his hot breath on Logan's neck. Logan gulped.
"Well, I think I can guess." Logan said, trying to make his voice not waver. It didn't really work. He could hear Kendall chuckle softly and felt his jeans get tighter. He felt Kendall' long tongue flick out and hit his bruised pulse point once.
"You didn't cover it up." He heard Kendall say as his breathing sped up.
"Well, you made it, why should I cover it?" Logan asked his voice quiet and breathy. Kendall used the hand circling on his thigh to trail up his leg, slowing down around his hip, but not stopping, just continuing up his waist.
"I like it. I think you should show it proudly." Kendall said while still flicking his tongue.
Logan was getting a little frustrated, the tiny flicks of the tongue and soft hands weren't enough, just teasing. He turned his head to capture the taller boy's lips with his own. He moved his lips with Kendall's slowly, softly. Kendall responded quickly, moving his lips quickly and attempting to open Logan's lips with his tongue. Logan opened his mouth, letting Kendall's tongue enter. He used his tongue to battle for dominance, but Kendall knew what he was doing and easily maintained in control.
Logan was pushed down with thin yet strong hands until he was lying on the couch being straddled by Kendall. Kendall's hands travelled up and down his waist and he was by now fully hard. He could feel Kendall's erection rubbing up against his and he began thrusting upwards into his crotch.
Logan moaned, and Kendall's lips moved back towards his neck. Logan laced his fingers through Kendall's gelled up hair and tugged hard and the boy pulled back.
"I'm sorry." Logan said quickly pulling his hands away as quick as he could.
"Don't be. I like it. It was just a shock." Kendall said, looking kindly down at him. He began kissing him again on the mouth, running his tongue along Logan's lower lip and he shivered.
He ran one of his hands down Kendall's chest, finding purchase on his hips. His thrusts had stopped, and he could feel Kendall take over on that. He felt Kendall nibble on his lip and he gasped. He put his hands back into Kendall's hair and pulled him down. He felt one of Kendall's hand travel down his chest, lingering on his stomach briefly. He wasn't really noticing the hand; he was far too involved with the thrusts and their lips together.
But he noticed it alright, as soon as Kendall began palming his erection through his jeans. He moaned loudly, thrusting his hips to Kendall' hand.
"Kendall," He growled. "Stop." Kendall pulled back immediately, question in his eyes.
"What's wrong?"
"I can't, you know, do that." He said, looking ashamed. "I only had my first kiss yesterday. I don't want to do that thing yet."
"It's okay sweetie. I understand." Kendall said, running his fingertips down his face. "Just kissing, no nasty." He kissed him again, less fierce this time.
After the make-out session Kendall held Logan to his chest watching the TV, some reruns of Married with Children. He didn't know exactly what to do. He wasn't used to this, the sitting around enjoying company thing. But he was trying. He let Logan relax into his side, let himself rest his head on the other boys and held his hand.
"Kendall, I want to know, why did you invite me here again?" Logan asked, his face hidden from view.
"Didn't you have to get a sweater? Or something?" He replied vaguely.
"Oh yeah. Maybe I should get that." Logan began getting up, but he grabbed his hand to stop him.
"No way. You are not leaving yet." He pulled Logan down so that the smaller boy was straddling him. "I rather like you like this." He said, leaning up to kiss Logan.
Logan turned to putty in his arms, and he took advantage of it. He shoved his tongue into Logan's throat and held their bodies as close together as possible, their chests pressed together. He thrust up into Logan, once, watching the boy's face contort in pleasure. Kendall leaned forward and placed a kiss on the underside of his jaw, going up his jaw line until he reached his ear. He nibbled softly on his earlobe and heard the boy gasp. This he was surely really good at.
Logan didn't want to go. He waited at the threshold not dissimilarly to how he had yesterday, only this time he made a note not to drop his sweater. He felt the soft press of Kendall's lips and left the apartment. He took the elevator to the ground floor on a cloud of pleasure. But it couldn't last long.
Megan questioned him relentlessly when he got home, which he brushed off quickly; he was not in the mood for a gossip fest with his baby sis. He lay on his bed with his sketch pad in his hands, drawing a pale charcoal drawing of Kendall. He drew his face, knowing the way his jaw line dropped when he smiled perfectly, remembering exactly the way his high cheekbones shadowed his face, the way his big eyes curved up attractively in the corners, the way his lips always looked full. He drew the face perfectly, drawing the hair down on his shoulders, how he wished he would wear it.
He placed his book on the floor, stretching out on his back. He thought back to every part of the day, mostly the way it had felt when Kendall had rubbed his straining cock through his jeans. And how he had stopped him. God he wished he hadn't stopped him. He had had a sudden wave of nerves and had fucking stopped him. Shit. He didn't exactly want sex, not yet at least, but why did he stop him doing that.
"Hey dude, where you been?" Ryder said walking into his room. Logan noticed how he was still a little excited at the sight of Ryder.
"Nowhere." He answered, trying not to look guilty.
"Yeah right. Dude, in the past two days you've been out for hours and come back looking sinful and fucked. So, who is she?" Ryder asked, sitting down next to him.
"No-one. There is no she." Well ain't that the truth.
"Well is there a he?" Ryder asked, not at all jokingly. Logan's head shot up to look at his brother. "Dude, you really think I didn't know?"
"Do you hate me?" Logan asked a little scared of his brother.
"Hey. I've known for years. I do not hate you. I'm a little pissed you never had the guts to tell me, but you're my brother." Ryder said smiling up at him. "So, isthere a he?" He said getting excited.
"God. You and Megan are the same person with different genitalia." He said laughingly. "But, yeah. I think there might be." He smiled.
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