"Yeah, whatever ya want."

"Is there anything in there I shouldn't use?"

*snort* "You mean do I use a certain special kind of shampoo?"

"I guess I could have answered that question myself. Okay, I'm going to go do that then."

"See ya soon." Kendall watched the brunette pad up the stairs toward the master bath. He smirked to himself. Oh, yeah. Like I'm gonna pass this up. I got like five minutes, though. He followed the same path into his bedroom, glad that the other had already closed the door. The shower hadn't turned on yet, so he was still on schedule. He sifted through his bedside table until he found it, placing it on his wrist with the others; he needed an extra. Next, he turned to his second task, jiggling the handle and slinking into the bathroom.

The water was running now, and he smirked at his own skill. It's almost too easy. He stripped himself of his own clothes, tossing them in the pile atop the smaller boy's. He peeked in the curtain. Logan had his back to him, just rinsing off the soap from his body. Kendall watched it drip across his shoulder blades, down the small of his back, over the curve of his rump.

"Well don't you look sexy.", he purred.

"GAH!" he spun around, clutching the metal bar in the wall with one arm and his chest with the other. "Oh, God, Kendall, you scared me! Jeez."

"Sorry." he drawled as he climbed in. "Didn't mean to startle you."

"No no, that's okay. I just- what're you doing in here anyway?"

"What'd'you think I'm doin in here?"

The brunette shrugged. "I'm…not sure."

He flashed a set of white teeth. "I felt dirty. So I came to find you."

"Oh…" he chanced a look south of Kendall's face. Yup. He was almost completely hard, and that sent the blood rushing to his own loins. "I…"

"You wanna help me out, Logie?" the addressed whined in response. "Sucking my dick would be a good start."

"What…? People- people don't put their mouths on genitals, Kendall! What- that doesn't really happen! That's just crude humor, isn't it?"

The larger chuckled. "You can't be serious." His humor turned into intrigue. "You really are, aren't you?"

"Of course! That's- it's unsanitary! Not that you're unsanitary, but come on, Kendall! You know what happ-" supple lips cut him off.

"I guess you need a lil tutoring, yourself." he murmured, planting sloppy kisses on Logan's torso, moving downward ever-so-subtly.

Halfway there, the bookworm realized what was occurring. "Kendall! No-no-no! No, don't do this to prove a point! Stop!"

"No way." he replied, flicking his tongue into the belly button as he settled on his knees. "You need this."

"No, I don't! Hey! Get away from there!" he tried to shove Kendall's face. The bad boy batted his hands away, sliding his own palms up his thighs and ghosting warm breath over the tip. "Nuhhh…"

"Just don't bang yer head on the tile too much when I do this." letting his lips brush against the length as he spoke. A clear line was licked from base to tip before Logan felt himself being engulfed by smoldering lips.

Uhh…"

Kendall bobbed up and down, smiling into it each time Logan made a noise. Or panted. So there was a lot of smiling. He couldn't decide if he was surprised or not by the fingers lacing into his hair when he started sucking.

"Kendallll…." his hips were rocking, softly bumping the shower wall when he went back. The blonde held his waistline steady, taking him down deeper.

"Kendall, this is wrong." he rasped. Kendall hummed low in his throat, pairing that aforementioned angelic voice with the vibrations of a porn star. "Ohh…never mind…."

The fighter chuckled and bobbed and sucked simultaneously, matching the rhythm of his mouth with that of the hand he currently had wrapped around his own member.

"K-Kendall. You have to move off. I'm gonna- it's gonna-!" a tongue swirled to add to everything else and he flooded the other's throat, trembling against the shower tiles. He barely registered the warm substance pooling at his feet before the running water washed it away.

The taller guy pulled off and wiped his face clean. He stood and continued to support the lesser boy's weight, because he rightfully feared that he could drop at any second. Notwithstanding, the look on his face was that of euphoria. Kendall grinned while he panted. "So. I shouldn't do that again?"

Logan let out an exasperated breath. "Who. Told. You. That?" He rolled his head to rest on Kendall's shoulder, who of course chortled at the kid.

"Come on. Let's get cleaned up." he let him go and lathered some shampoo quickly over his own hair and important parts. Logan was just too spent to do much yet; he still thought he might collapse. Kendall stepped under the spray, running his fingers through his and Logan's hair several times, for he had a feeling that he had interrupted that process earlier.

"I'm not an ICU patient." the brunette giggled, thudding his hand against his lover's chest. "I can do it myself."

"Sure ya can." while he was leaning around him to twist the water off, he helped himself to taking the little pout between his own lips. They got out and dried off, sneaking looks at each other's bent-over figures.

"Hey, Kendall?"

"Hey, Thumper." Okay, he's totally blushing again.

"Thanks, for…that."

He draped his arms around his waist. "Fer blowing you?"

"Yes." he squeaked.

He grinned, faltering a little in anticipation. "I, uh…I got somethin' else for ya, too."

"Kendall I don't know if I can handle another round."

*giggle* "No, um…it's a little different than that." he brought his limbs back and pulled off one of the bracelets. "I want you to wear this."

"A bracelet?"

"With my mark on it, so everyone knows you're mine. Yer neck's already almost normal again anyway."

"You want me to wear…you seriously want people to know?"

"Does that bother you?"

"It bothers them."

"Baby: I run the school. Fuck, I got my name on three other schools! What I say goes, and that's somethin everyone's gotta live with. I'd make ya wear a collar instead, but uh…"he kissed his throat, "that wouldn't work as well fer me. So'd'ya wanna wear it?"

He tried to fight the little smile that was coming on, but it didn't work as well as he'd hoped. "Yeah."

"You do?"

"Uh-huh." he held up his wrist in order to give Kendall easier access for tying the leather. It was black, with the "K" and circle in silver and the three droplets made of gold.

"I never had a pet before." jeered the blonde.

"Are you seriously gonna call me that in school?"

"Shit, every chance I get."

"Wonderful."

"That's what I was thinking! Glad we're on the same page. You wanna go do somethin'?"

"It's quarter-to-nine!"

"Uh, yeah?"

"It's a school-night, Kendall. It's time to go to sleep."

"Before nine?"

"Well, I doubt I'll fall asleep right away…"

"Still!"

"A student can't perform at his or her best without proper rest."

He rubbed at his cheek, "It's like I'm fucking Dr. Seuss."

"Okay, for once, you didn't say something scary, but now we've graduated into being creepy."

"You feel like sharin' a bed with a creep?"

"..I have so far…"

"Aww…" he sarcastically threw back, slinging his arm over the smaller boy's shoulders and leading him to the bed. "I'm crapped out anyway. I guess one early night can't hurt me."

"What could?"

"You're catchin' on fast, huh?"

"It's a process." he sighed, settling into his chest.

Monday morning, Kendall gives Logan a hard kiss before they split. Logan turns back, "Where are you going? We have World History in this direction!" he calls.

Kendall struts backwards. "Yeah but I don't wanna get ta class early! Ima go ta the cafeteria and see Joyce, probly grab a muffin or somethin'. Want anything?"

"You're friends with the lunch lady?"

"Just Joyce! All the rest of 'em are bitches. I'll be back."

He sighed, "See ya, Kendall.". The brunette made his way to class. It was strange: Logan had gone for years trudging through the hallways alone, but after two-and-a-half days of Kendall, the loneliness felt like anything aside from normal. Several students were already seated when he walked in (though Kendall had gotten him there on time, Logan was still used to being the second in the room, after Mr. Maloney). As he settled into his front-row desk, all eyes were on him. One by one, sometimes in pairs, kids piled into the room, and it appeared that every one found Logan interesting for the first time. Some of the looks were of pure disbelief, while others were glares of contempt and stares of awe. Logan could feel his face burning up from the attention. He commenced his pencil-fidgeting, only unclenching as the lesson began. He went through his routine of note-scratching, nodding emphatically, and answering the questions. He was still smart, that was good, but a new habit had already formed: he glanced at the clock obsessively. Until Kendall waltzed in.

"What type of economy- oh!- Mr. Knight, must you slam the door every morning?"

"Yup." he makes it a point to walk around the front seat to wink at Logan before swinging into the desk behind him.

"You look uncharacteristically happy, Mr. Knight." Mr. Maloney grumbled. "How lovely."

"I got laid this weekend."

"Splendid."

"More than once."

He turned slowly "I didn't ask for details, Kendall."

"Alright, I'm jus' sayin'." he held his hands up "apologetically", laughing to himself when he noticed that Logan's ears were absolutely scarlet.