I never asked for much when it came to relationships; if someone could just want me enough to call me their boyfriend, that would have been enough. I didn't expect them to completely sweep me off of my feet.

Kendall embraced me tight after declaring his love and pressed his face against my neck. My hands continued to hold onto his shoulders as I stared past him and up into the sky. I didn't know what to say. Honestly, I hadn't known him long enough to really have strong feelings. I don't understand what love is. I've never felt it in its true form. But I think Kendall recognized that, since he hummed happily and held my body in a tender fashion. A row of tiny kisses was placed on my neck.

"It's okay?" Kendall whispered.

"Yeah," I said. "Definitely."

"Good." One final kiss and he let go of me. "Let's head back." Kendall took my hand and briskly walked away from the tree, down the dirt path and towards his car. My heart was full of warmth, and it fluttered with every step. I had never been so delighted in my entire life.

Our feet carried us across the dirt, through the hum of the delicate nature around us. The old house cast a big shadow over the ground. I wondered what Kendall's childhood was like. It couldn't have been all bad.

"Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

We got back to the car and he unlocked the doors. Once we were both sitting inside, I continued. "Who were your other boyfriends?"

"What's that?"

"You've had two boyfriends other than Carlos. Who were they?"

"James told you this, too?"

"Carlos, actually." I put my seatbelt on and sat back. Kendall started the engine and began to head out. His old house began to disappear as we went towards the paved road.

"They weren't boyfriends," Kendall said quietly.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Did Carlos say I dated three guys, or I had sex with three guys?"

"Oh, I don't remember."

"I've only dated Carlos. And you."

"Ah…" I bit my lower lip and looked out of the window. Fields of corn zoomed by.

"But I'm your first, right?" Kendall asked.

"Yes. I was kissed once before, but that was it."

"Boy or girl?"

"A girl, actually." When I said this, Kendall giggled softly. "What?"

"Nothing. Did you know you were gay, then?"

"Kind of."

Since Kendall had divulged a significant part of his history to me, I figured it would only be fair if I did, too. I went on to tell him about my first weird crush. It was back in high school, during my freshman year. Basically, Lucy was my only friend. I spent most of my time trying to get through my classes, and only daydreamed sometimes about relationships and whatnot.

"I didn't actively consider myself gay," I said. "But I really wasn't into girls. They didn't do anything for me. When I told this to Lucy, she suggested I try harder."

"I thought she was cool with you being gay?" Kendall asked.

"She was. Well, she is. Yeah. But she never assumes. Anyway, we were trying real hard to have me like girls, and somehow this one chick ended up telling Lucy that she liked me. We started hanging out together, and one day she suddenly leaned over and kissed me. It was awkward."

"So that was it?" Kendall asked, smiling as he watched the road. "Your first kiss?"

"Yeah. After that, I didn't have another until you."

"You've never actually gone out with a guy, then, have you?"

"I haven't gone out with any girls, either."

"Alright. I hope it doesn't bug you too much that I'm more experienced than you."

"Not at all."

"Good. Because I don't want you going anywhere."

We were closer to town now, and we stopped at a traffic light. Kendall quickly leaned over and kissed me on the lips. "I really care about you, Logan," he whispered.

"I-I do too," I replied coyly. Kendall touched me on the cheek for a second before he went back to the wheel. The light changed and he drove off.

"Your mom gonna be home now?" Kendall asked.

"Should be, yeah."

So we went back to my house. When we were close enough, I could see my mom's car parked in the driveway. Kendall pulled up along the curb and switched off the ignition.

"Are you nervous?" he asked.

"I'm always nervous. All the time. About everything," I whined.

"Why is that?"

"I dunno. Just how I am."

"I want you to learn how to relax," Kendall said calmly. He touched my shoulder. "But let's start with getting the peaches out."

We both carried a couple fruits in our arms as we went into the house. Even knowing that my mom was moderately okay with my lifestyle and my boyfriend, I was still freaking out on the inside. What if, after meeting Kendall, she suddenly decided that she wasn't okay with it? Then again, nobody could dislike him once they met. I swallowed my courage and stepped inside.

"Mom?" I called out.

"What's your last name?" Kendall whispered to me. We placed the peaches down on the coffee table in the living room.

"Mitchell," I told him.

My mom came down the stairs, making a face as if to speak, but suddenly stopped when she saw me standing there with Kendall. "Oh," she said.

"Mrs. Mitchell?" Kendall ran up to my mom and extended his hand. "I'm Kendall. Kendall Knight."

"Nice to meet you," mom said blankly. The reality of it all seemed to be setting in quickly. "I guess you're the…"

"Boyfriend, yep." Kendall grinned with pride.

My mom came down the rest of the stairs and teetered towards the sofa. "Well," she said with a long exhale of air. "How about we take a seat and get to know each other?"

"Sounds great," said Kendall. He took my sleeve and dragged me off to the sofa next to my mom. I was dumbstruck by all of this, and barely had a word to speak. All I could do was hope that it works out.

"Logan tells me you're having issues with your mother right now," my mom said, sounding a bit more put together now.

"Well, yeah," Kendall began. He put his elbows on his knees and gripped his hands together. "She's not so thrilled about us."

"I'm sorry," said my mom. She looked over at Kendall and made a sympathetic face. "I think you're good together."

"Gonna be honest with you, Mrs. Mitchell," my boyfriend said, the suspense almost giving me an aneurism. "I'm in love with your son."

My mom sucked in a sharp breath of air, as did I, once Kendall let these words roll out of his mouth. It occurred to me just then how much I am like my mother. Our bodies froze up at once, but Kendall remained mellow and content with himself. He looked over at me and smiled. "What's wrong?"

"You, I, why did, huh, I," words couldn't come out. I stared straight ahead and grimaced. But my mom broke the ice. She reached a long, thin hand out to Kendall and patted him on the leg. "You've made him very happy," she said.

"Have I? He's made me very happy, too."

"I haven't seen him smile this much since he was a little boy."

"Really?" Kendall asked.

"Been starting to worry about him," my mom went on. I couldn't look at her, but it sounded like she was growing in nostalgia. "He never got along well in school."

"Mom," I finally said.

"Hmm?"

"I'm right here."

"Honey, I know. Relax."

My face heated up with embarrassment. Kendall touched my leg and smiled at me.

"So, um, Kendall," my mom continued. "Maybe you can have your mother give me a call?"

"Oh?"

"It might ease her concerns if she hears from me, don't you think?"

"That's a really good idea, Mrs. Mitchell. Or how about you just call her? Maybe you can talk to her before I go home."

"Are you afraid to go back?" My mom asked.

"Yeah," Kendall said solemnly. "I haven't been home since like, 4 am this morning."

"Is it that bad?"

"I think so."

"Alright, well then I'll give her a call. Does that help?" My mom slid a piece of paper and a pencil over to Kendall and pointed at it. "Just here."

"That's really nice of you, Mrs. Mitchell. I appreciate that."

"No problem," my mom said with a smile. Kendall jotted down a number on the memo pad and handed it to her, which she took and went into the kitchen with. I stood up and grabbed Kendall's hand. "Let's go upstairs. I don't want to feel like we're eavesdropping," I said.

"Sure, that's fine," Kendall said. We went up to my bedroom together. I closed the door behind us and opened the curtains, since there was enough natural light to spare any electricity. "I like your room," my boyfriend commented. He walked around the perimeter with his hands in his pockets, examining what little amount of stuff I have on display. It's mostly books, electronics and a few souvenirs from my early life. I stood in the middle of the floor awkwardly as he investigated my things.

"What's this?" he asked, standing before a cork board nailed to the wall. I walked up behind him and following his pointer finger.

"Oh," I said. "Hair from my old dog."

"Interesting," Kendall hummed.

"They clipped it off of her before she was cremated."

"I'm sorry."

"It's cool. I was really little when it happened."

Kendall turned from the board and faced me. His eyes were all wiggly. He slowly wound his arms around my waist and just started kissing me out of nowhere. "Umm, umm, Kendall…" I tried to blurt out between kisses. He just hummed cutely and kept smooching with his eyes closed. "My mom…my mom is home, Kendall."

"Is she in the room?"

"…no."

"Well, then what she doesn't know won't hurt her, right?" Kendall started to take small steps forward, making me walk backwards. He kept kissing me, and it was useless to fight it. I also put my arms around him and kissed him back. My legs hit the edge of my bed, and Kendall then began to push me onto my back, laying down.

"Ummm," I said. "Ken…dall…?"

"What's wrong?"

"I dunno," I peeped hesitantly. He put his hands down on either side of my head, pinning me to the bed. I slid back just enough that he could get his knees on the mattress, too. He crawled on top and sat gently over my waist. My chest was rising and falling quickly as my nerves slowly fell apart. Kendall's lips made a hot contact on my neck. He began to suck and lick at my skin, sending shivers up my spine.

"K-Kendall," I groaned.

"What's wrong?" Kendall whispered once more.

"Moving a little too fast…"

He released his lips from my neck and looked directly at me. I stared up at the strong, broad body which towered over me like I was his prey.

"Should I slow down?" he asked.

I continued to look up at him, speechless, with my lips parted as I considered the options. His crotch sat atop mine, and I could feel the monster within trying to escape. Kendall's thin lips curled into a tiny, cute smile as he kept his eyes fixed on mine. "Well?"

"I want to have sex with you," I said quietly. "But not now, and not today."

"That's cool," Kendall said. "I hope you didn't think I was going to fuck you right now."

"Uhh…guilty as charged," I giggled. Kendall laughed and put a kiss on my lips.

"You're too adorable, you know that?" he said. I rolled my eyes. "No, seriously."

Kendall moved off of me and lay down on his side, rolling me over with him so that we faced each other. He wiggled close to me to make our foreheads touch. I closed my eyes and smiled. Kendall's hand touched my arm lightly and stroked my bicep. His fingers curled around my skin and traced tiny circles, then his lips met mine once more for another kiss.

"I really want to see you naked, though," he whispered between lip smacks. The feeling was mutual, but I was too embarrassed to tell him for some reason. "I bet your body looks amazing," Kendall added.

"I guess…"

"I bet."

Kendall moved his kisses from my lips to my cheek, along my jaw and to my ear. I think I felt his teeth nibble at my earlobe once or twice, and then he nuzzled his nose into the crook of my neck and sighed.

"What are you going to do in school?" he randomly asked.

"Like, study?"

"No. How are you going to get by?"

"I'll do fine. I don't understand."

"You'll move away?"

"No, I'm only applying to local campuses."

"Good."

"I don't understand," I said again. "Why are you talking about this?"

"I feel like school won't be a happy thing for you," Kendall whispered.

"Why not?"

"You had a hard time in high school, you hate your job…how are you going to get by?"

"I will," I said hesitantly. Kendall hummed into my ear before placing another kiss and then returned his head to the pillow. I opened my eyes again and saw him looking back at me with his gorgeous green eyes. He put his fingers on my cheek and sighed dreamily.

"What am I gonna do with you," he said. I shrugged.

"I could take a nap," was my suggestion.

"Yeah me too. You want to?"

"Uh huh."

"Then come here." Kendall rolled onto his back and motion for me to lay on him. I lifted up my head and placed it on the center of his chest. It was bony, but also quite comfortable. I also put my hand there. Kendall locked his arms around my waist and held me like that, breathing slowly and just enjoying the company.

"Glad your mom is cool," he said.

"Me too. I didn't expect it to go over so well."

"I hope she got through to mine, at least somewhat."

"Yeah." My head rose up as Kendall yawned, and as his chest sank once more, I could really feel sleep coming over me.