So, I decided not to end the story where it should have ended and have gone on to extend the plot to incorporate some of the aspects of gay relationships, like clubbing and telling parents and so on and so forth. I've had a burst of inspiration for this fic and want to see it through to its end. Also, I want to write more steamy Jagan scenes like the one in this chapter.
"Ok, enough with 'I Never', I don't particularly want to learn anything else tonight," Kendall said as he took his place on the couch next to James, who was shifting around uncomfortably. Logan sat on the other side of James, and Carlos sat on the floor. Logan flipped the television on and flipped through the channels.
"Pulp Fiction's starting, wanna drink every time that someone swears?" Logan asked. The other three agreed and took their beers.
After the first fifteen minutes, they moved on to the vodka and took shots from the souvenir shot glasses that Ms Knight collected. By the time that they had gotten most of the way through the bottle, they were sloshed.
"Duuuude, I uh don't think that we'll get to the tequila tonight," Kendall slurred, pronouncing tequila with the "qu" sound Americanized. Carlos cackled.
"You are such a Minnesota" Carlos said and tossed back a shot when the movie swore. They filled up the glasses again.
"Oh shit," Kendall said, and stumbled to the bathroom. Carlos got up.
"I'll follow him to make sure he doesn't drown in it," Carlos said and stumbled after the blonde. Retching noises and splashing liquids were heard. James sagged more and more against Logan, his hand stroking under his shirt, reaching lower to fondle Logan through his jeans.
Logan groaned at the heat pooling in his groin. His mind told him to stop intoxicated James before Logan hurt him, but his hormones told him that his mind was a pussy.
James retracted his hand as Carlos tumbled out of the bathroom with Kendall draped over his shoulder.
"I'm putting him in your bed, Logan," Carlos said, "You know how to work the washing machine." With that, Carlos stumbled into the room, pushed Kendall onto Logan's bed, and fell into his own.
James resumed his touching. He reached down and unzipped Logan's pants, drawing out his erection and leaned down. Logan blinked for a second before James lapped at the head of his cock. He threw back his head and moaned as the brunette sucked his cock into his mouth. Logan groaned when his keen logic finally kicked in. He pushed James off.
"Stop," he said and moved to tuck himself back in. James looked up at him with hooded eyes and moist lips. A spot of Logan's pre-cum stuck to James's lip, so Logan reached up to wipe it off. James leaned forward and began to suck on Logan's neck.
"You," James panted out, "Should fuck me. It'll feel awesome with this buzz," Logan shook his head.
"I won't be able to prepare you, I'll hurt you," Logan protested. James rubbed his hand against Logan's pants.
"I'll be fine, I'm already stretched from Ricky and I'll just suck you so you're nice and wet," James moaned and sighed, "Please, I need you to fuck me." Logan stared at him incredulously and grabbed the reaching hand.
"No," Logan said exasperatedly, "I'm not going to hurt you. Ever. I'm not going to satisfy these masochistic tendencies of yours. I care too much. We'll wait until we're sober before we fuck again," Logan said and rubbed James's head. James paused his reaction and turned sallow. Logan's eyes widened and he leaped up.
"Oh shit," Logan said, swaying a little, and dragged a limp James to his feet, pushing him to the bathroom. He fell to his knees in front of the toilet and began retching. Logan shuddered and pulled back the long bangs to ensure that they didn't get splashed.
When James finished emptying his stomach, he flushed the toilet and lurched up to the sink to rinse his mouth out and drink some of the water. He stood back up and lurched over to the couch. Logan followed. James pulled Logan to him and lay down along the couch. Logan sighed and let the drowsiness kick in. He had skipped a lot of shots because he didn't want to get too drunk, but he still had the slight intoxication. He snuggled back against James's chest and fell asleep.
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"Owwwwww," James moaned, rubbing his head. Logan looked behind him to see the brunette had all intentions of reveling in his misery like all other hung-over people and took mercy on him, as well as to Kendall and Carlos in the next room. He stood up and headed to the kitchen for a bottle of ibuprofen and four bottles of water. He popped a couple himself to ward off the dull throb in the back of his mind and headed into the bedroom. Kendall lay on his bed upside down, feet on the pillow and head at the foot, moaning in agony.
"Here," Logan said, giving him a few pills and a bottle of water. Kendall grunted and gulped down the pills and water. Logan noticed the giant drool stain at the foot of his bed and grimaced. He looked towards Carlos, snoring with his mouth open, and considered trying the old "put in mouth and rub throat" trick but thought better of it and left pills and water at the nightstand. He went to James last.
The brunette lay on his stomach draped over the couch, looking at Logan like a kicked puppy. Logan sighed and helped him lean up, handing him the pills and water in turn. James swallowed and curled up in the small dent on the couch, hugging a pillow to his stomach.
Logan sighed, "I'm so glad I'm a morning person."
…
Logan alternated between drinking coffee and water while he stirred oatmeal in a large pot. Carlos came back to life first, trudging out of the bed with his helmet on lopsided and one shoe on.
"I reek," he grumbled and stumbled into the bathroom. Logan smirked.
"Clothes?" he asked. Carlos paused.
"Shit," he grumbled and went back to his room, grabbed clothing, smelled them for cleanliness, and deemed them appropriate. He trudged back to the bathroom and closed the door gently. Its hinges were loose.
Logan listened as the water turned on and Carlos began singing his scales and arpeggios. Actually, the song "Scales and Arpeggios" from The Aristocats, of which Carlos had a pretty good rendition. James groaned from the couch.
"Why does everyone in this band love cats?" he grumbled and rolled over, burying his head in the pillow.
"Because cats are cute and fluffy and soft," Logan answered matter-of-factly, "and you love a kitten as much as the next guy"
"True that,"
"Double true," Kendall grumbled as he trudged out of the room and poured a cup of coffee, sitting heavily at the table. Carlos popped out of the bathroom, bright eyed and bushy tailed and sat down at the table. Logan began ladling oatmeal into bowls.
"James, get up!" Logan yelled. The brunette groaned and emerged from his nest on the couch. He trudged to the table and sat down heavily. He yelped and stood back up. Logan raised an eyebrow and dropped a bowl of oatmeal in front of him as he gingerly sat back down.
"Rough night?" Logan asked sarcastically, flattening the hair that stuck up on top of James's head. James stuck out his tongue and began eating his oatmeal.
"Gustavo said we gotta be in by noon," Logan said and motioned to the clock that read 9:30.
"I'm gonna go sit by the pool for a while," Carlos said and headed out the door.
"I'm sleeping for another hour," Kendall proclaimed and went to his room, "You guys can shower and I'll go at 11:00."
James and Logan made eye contact. Logan raised his eyebrows questioningly. James nodded towards the bathroom, twitched his eyebrows seductively, and flashed a smile.
"Got it," Logan said and went to his room for clothing. James retrieved his own clothing and noticed that Kendall had already passed out. He closed the door quietly and slipped into the bathroom, closing and locking the door. Logan was warming up the shower. James smirked and began stripping. Logan looked back and took in James's body appreciatively. The taller boy slid past and got into the shower, sighing as the hot water washed the sweat from the night before down the drain. A few seconds late, Logan entered behind him. James turned around and backed up, allowing Logan to get wet.
The brunette leaned forward and captured Logan's lips with his. The shorter boy moaned and wrapped his arms around his companion's waist, running hands from James's lower back to his ass to his upper thighs and back up again. Their erections rubbed up against each other in the hot water, and James ran his hand down Logan's chest to rub against the hard flesh between them.
"We have to get clean," Logan whispered and James let his hand drop to the shampoo. The two washed themselves and each other thoroughly, but when James decided he couldn't wait anymore and dropped to his knees, engulfing Logan's cock into the tight heat of his mouth.
"Ugh!" Logan groaned louder than he would have liked and bit his lip, humming his pleasure out, tousling James's wet hair. Eye-lids fluttering, Logan managed to keep silent until James tried deep-throating him, accidentally scraped him with his teeth, and squeezed his balls tightly with one hand. Logan's eyes popped open wide.
"Oh god," he yelped quietly and came. James stood up with his mouth full. He stared at Logan through hooded eyes with one thin trickle of white cum from the corner of his mouth and swallowed. Logan leaned up and captured his mouth, teasing the taller boy's lips with his tongue.
"You should be quieter," James murmured huskily, "Kendall could hear."
"How can I help," Logan smiled and let his hand fall down to stroke James's length, drawing a gasp out of the taller boy, "When you have such a talented mouth."
James leaned forward, bracing on Logan more and more as Logan skillfully stroked him. One hand traveled up and pinched James's pink nipple, tugged on the tender nub gently. James gasped in as if he were drowning and squeezed Logan's shoulder tightly. The hand fell down to reach around back and tease gently at his swollen hole. This drew a whimper of pleasure from the taller boy and he came with a yelp into Logan's hand.
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Kendall looked up drowsily at the yelp, identifying it from the times James had jerked off when he thought Kendall was asleep. He wondered why he would do it when Logan was in…
"Seriously?" Kendall groaned exasperatedly, then realized the shower was running and groaned again, "In the shower? Why can't I have normal friends?"
He buried his head in his pillow and resigned himself another fifteen minutes
…
Logan supported the majority of James's weight as the boy panted and came back, his eyes blown with pleasure. Slowly, he stood back upright and smiled, leaning forward and nipped the tip of Logan's nose. Logan growled, causing James to fake a frightened yelp and dash out of the shower, running a towel briskly over himself and throwing on his clothes before dashing out the bathroom door. Logan shuddered as a cold wave of air hit his naked body and quickly threw on clothes to chase after the taller boy.
James near the couch, crouched in a position to dart. Logan feinted left, feinted right, then leapt deftly over the table, tackling the taller boy into the couch and wrestling with him, drawing yelps out as he poked him in the sides. The match was brought to a short end when James cried out in pain.
"Ow! Ok, time out," James yelped, and Logan halted and grabbed the taller boy's shoulder.
"What's the matter?" Logan asked in concern. James's hand made it around to clasp at the back of his pants.
"It's, um," James said, a blush highlighting his cheek bones, "It's kind of sore back there." Logan nodded sympathetically and looked at the clock.
"We have about fifteen minutes to get ready before Kendall grabs the bathroom," Logan said and stood up, offering James a hand. When James accepted the help up, Logan pulled him close, "And you're not allowed to say 'no in-band relationships' because this is one." James smiled sheepishly and nodded. Logan smiled and pressed a chaste kiss to the taller boy's lips.
So, thank you again to my wonderful reviewers, I love reading your comments and I always feel like writing more after them.
