"What'd'ya wanna do this weekend?"

"Umm…I dunno. Whatever you want, I guess."

He snorted. "Those are dangerous words, my friend."

"Well, I-I didn't mean them literally."

"Sure ya didn't." his eyes left the road for a second to send him a wink.

"Well, aren't you suave."

"Thanks."

"I was being sarcastic, Kendall."

He shrugged. "Doesn't make it any less true."

The brunette chuckled, averting his gaze to view the scenery zooming past his window. The trees were making themselves over to become a sea of bright golds and hearty ambers. Their trunks acted as the bars of a jail, completely separating the modern world from one of total abandonment. Any secret could be kept in there, Logan thought. He was losing himself in the idea of the natural domicile of the Minnesota wildlife, and all of its organized chaos. He knew it was all so completely not him. That's why he liked it, though. From the vines messily weaving and strangling about all they found, to the way the branches sometimes interlocked and contorted out of their own carelessness, it was uninhibited. It was unstable.

The brush of rough fingers pulled him from his revelations. Glancing back to his left, Kendall smirked at him. The blonde resumed scanning the road ahead, and his profile was left for Logan to do the same to. A firm jaw and confidence, this was the person that he was holding hands with. It made his heart flutter in the petite region that was his chest, and he suspected that it wasn't just from how handsome he believed the gangster to be. The fact that he had no inhibitions still settled uneasily with the bookworm. There should be structure, and there should be normalcy, and there should be caution. But there wasn't any of that, and Logan couldn't quell the idea that, perhaps, his partner lacked control, too. The trees were thinning out, giving way to more residential plots of land. Strange; Kendall's driveway cut right through the crowd of shrubbery.

"Kendall, where're we going?" the only response he received was a chuckle. That was odd. He recognized a street name. And another. They were in the bird-section of the community now. Hawk St. Whooping Crane Blvd. Quail Rd. He got it.

"Kendall. Kendall what're we doing?" he shook the hand still laced to his own. This wasn't fairing well for him at all, and that devilish grin only stretched wider. "Kendall!"

"Calm dowwwn, Thumper. We're just makin a lil pit stop."

"No! Nonononono, I remember! I'm not going to let you!" however, the smaller boy didn't seem to be doing a very avid job, for the mustang was already in the Mitchell's driveway.

"Relax, baby. I jus' wanna see yer room. No big deal." he climbed out and went around the car for Logan's door. The boy shook his head and crossed his arms at its being opened.

"I'm sorry, Kendall, but I really don't want you to see it. I'm taking a firm stance on this."

"Oh."

"I am. Please, let's go someplace else."

"I got a better idea." he dove in and unbuckled the seatbelt, dragging the teen out with him.

"Kendall!"

"Come on…" he had a vice grip on his shoulders, steering him until they reached the door. "Open the door, Logie."

"I don't want to."

He sighed. With a gradual push, he had the boy against the wall. "Logan, I'm not gonna think any less of you, no matter what we find in that room of yours, kay? Just…trust me a lil here. Is that fair ta ask for? A lil trust?"

The brunette pursed his lips. In actuality, it wasn't fair to ask; the kid was dangerous. On the other hand, he…looked reassuring enough. Is that enough?

A slow nod broke the silence, and the code that unlocked the door was punched into the keys. Kendall's white teeth shone to match the excitement in his eyes. Yay.

Though the home wasn't comparable to the mansion in the woods, it was still a doctors' house. White walls, teal carpeting, and oaken furniture gave the place a fresh look that is often associated with hard-working Americans. It was an easy motif that kept itself up, and the career-driven homeowners away from the scrub-brushes.

The taller was taking it in. "So," he found the brunette studying him, "where's yer room?". Chocolate eyes flicked to the staircase. "Of course." he didn't let go of the weak little hand in his, tugging the person behind him all the way. "Which door, babe?"

"Why do you wanna see it so badly, anyway?" he whined.

"Because." he looked back at him as the ascent was completed. "You wanna hide it so bad. I want you ta open up ta me." he leaned closer and beamed, "I'm curious."

"Do you always have to get what you want?" The blonde nodded, still with that shit-eating grin on his countenance. "Okay…but, you…you promise you'll still….like me?".

"Baby, why wouldn't I like you?"

"You really have to see my bedroom?"

"I do."

He exhaled. The knob of the third door in the hallway came under his slim fingers. One final look to the alpha-male, and the door creaked open.

Kendall walked in, and it was not anything he could have ever imagined. It was a five-year-old's bedroom. There were navy linens adorned with rocket ships, and posters of comic-book icons on the walls. Ancient science fair projects shared shelves with novels, and Lego® models were boarded alongside encyclopedias. Logan's desk faced the wall, and was the most organized display of stationary, art supplies and file bins that the bad boy had ever laid eyes on. He turned to Logan, catching the arrangement of action-figures in the corner of his eye. Oh, and the train set that wrapped just underneath the crown-molding didn't evade him, either.

Logan was bright cherry, trembling with anticipation. Kendall figured he better put him out of his misery.

"You never grew up."

"I never had to… there was no one to see it besides my parents…"

"Why didn't you want me ta see it?"

"Don't patronize me, Kendall. It's-it's really lame, I get it. I'm a complete geek, I should have warned you."

The blonde smirked, leaning his forehead to the smaller boy's. "You're so precious." their lips met, and he didn't hesitate in going straight to tonguing. He noticed Logan wasn't moving much again.

He had a trifling hold on the other's leather jacket, and his body was rigid from embarrassment. The snog was mostly one-sided, because any confidence he had managed to hoard these past two weeks evaporated as soon as he had unlocked the front door.

But Kendall was into it. The brunette's head was mashed between his hands, and when Logan signaled that he needed air, he took the moment for rest and whipped both of their shirts off. His eyes flickered down at the boy. He is still so shy about everything. Barely look at me without squeaking. He seized the little body and drew it right into his own. He trailed the definitions of his back, and registered the tentative palms that were smoothing over his pectorals. Dazzled moans that tasted like cotton candy were being fed to him the whole time.

Logan experimented and suckled at his partner's lower lip. He earned an approving groan and nails scraping down his back. He hooked his arms onto the stronger teen's neck and tried to get himself as close as possible to the warmth. It was so nice, so relaxing. He was backed into his bed, and they pulled away to get a second round of oxygen.

"Y-you. You wanna do it here?" he squeaked.

Kendall smirked, and strolled to the far end of the room. He had spotted the bathrobe earlier, folded neatly over a chair. He stripped the belt off and discarded the rest, making his way back to his lover.

"What….um, what're you doing with that, Kendall?"

"It's gonna come in handy, Logan."

His eyes grew wider. "H-how…?

The pursuer continued to stalk him. Hunger was rasped out. "Were you always a good boy, Logie, or did you get punished?"

"K-Kendall?" he was topped in seconds, flipped onto his stomach and bound, wrists behind his back. "Kendall! Kendall, I don't like this!"

"Easy there, space-racer." his husky whisper relating to the sheets directly below the boy's nose. "We got all night ta go ta the moon."

"K-Kendall…Kendall, please. Please, I'm not comfortable with this!"

"Shh….there's no need ta be afraid, Logie." a clear line was licked from rhomboid to neck base. "Everyone does naughty things, honey".

"I-I'm not- Kendall, just let me go." he quivered. "Let me go."

A purr. "Mmm. No way, baby. Look at you…all tied up."

Logan tried to wriggle free, but his struggling was in vain because he was trapped. A sharp nip pinched his skin.

"Logan…" he mused darkly. "Were you…ever bad?" lips drag over his bare back, uplifting only to be replaced by hands nimbly working at the clasps of his waistband.

Logan stiffens in horror as fingers pop open the button on his khakis. The sound of the zipper causes him to whimper in fear, for this can't be happening. He wouldn't do me like this, would he? No, not here, not…not roped up like an animal! That's just wrong! Oh my God! His pants were on the floor. Kendall snapped the elastic of the underwear, and man did that sting! Soon they were dropped to the carpeting as well, and hot need wafted over his ear.

"Did you ever do naughty things when you were little?"

"N-no…AAH!" Kendall slapped his bare ass.

"You never got spanked in school?" he edged his ear, "Got caught lookin' at things you weren't s'pposed to?" *smack*. "You think you should be punished, Logie? Have you been naughty? Answer me."

"I-I-I…I don't know….have I?"

"God yes." he spanked him harder, and the boy whimpered. "You're jus' too dirty all the time. The way yer eyes jus' look so fucking innocent." *SLAP* "And yer lips are always begging fer me ta bite 'em." *SMACK* "And this ass…fuck, this little ass…" he squeezed for emphasis, digging his fingers down deep enough to leave bruises. His voice was darker than midnight now, darker than the Devil's, "You drive me crazy, Logan. Fucking insane."

It occurred to Logan that this guy actually could be insane. This might be the point where's he's cracked. He twisted and glimpsed Kendall's lust-ridden pupils. That crazy-look-in-the-eye. Oh dear God… he was shaking, shaking for all he was worth. "I'm sorry! I'm sorry, Kendall, I'm sorry!"

Chuckling, "I know, Logie, I know…" he looked up at the posters on the wall, and got another idea. "So tell me…" slithering his fingers over the bright red skin of the boy's ass, "Did ya wanna be a hero, Logan? Huh? You wanna save people?" he snagged him by the hair and yanked him till their eyes met. "Or was it the bad guys ya liked?" his free hand collided with the sore bum underneath him. "That's it, isn't it? You wanted them ta come into your room at night, didn't ya, Logie? Climb into yer bed and touch you where you wouldn't even touch yerself?" he sneered at the whimper he got in return. "I'll betchya did. God, I can still see your hand around yer cock, Logan. Fuckin' jacking yourself and makin those noises?"

Subconsciously, Logan wet his lips, and Kendall saw it.

He crawled up so that his knees were on the bed, straddling the brunette. He thrust his jean-covered bulge directly against the sensitive skin of his ass, evicting a hiss. "What if I climbed into yer bed at night, Logan? Huh? What if I got through yer window in middle school and fucked ya? Fucked ya in freshman year? Would ya've liked that, Logan?"

"…yessss…"

"You woulda, huh?"

"Kendall…" he mewled, "please. Please, Kendall."

Kendall grinned, because the boy was actually getting into this. "I haven't had you in over a week, Logie. Did ya think about me?"

"Uhh….Kendall…."

"Did ya think about me inside you?"

"Uh-huh."

The blonde sucked in a breath. He couldn't come right now, it was too soon, but damn. "Alright, space-racer. I'm gonna untie ya now. Are you gonna be a good boy?" he nibbled on his earlobe. "Good boy fer me?"

He was almost on the verge of tears; from pain, from pleasure, and from apprehension. "I-I'll be a good boy, Kendall. I promise."

His voice could have grated cement and out-sung a chorus of angels. "So yer ready ta become a man, Logan? Ready fer me ta trash every innocent memory you've ever had in here?"

"K-Kendall…" his wrists were freed, and the body weight left him. He was rolled over and exposed; every dripping inch was bare for the blonde's observation.

"I knew you'd be a slut fer this."

"N-no…"

"Fuck. Yeah." he bit his lip when his remaining closes fell to the floor. Kicking them away, he settled between Logan's fidgeting legs. The skin of his thighs felt like a newborn's under his hands in how they were so delicate. He spread them farther, admiring the private contours of his bunny rabbit.

The aforementioned was cautiously eyeing him from above.

Small kisses dressed his inner thighs, trailing closer and farther from that throbbing place. He nipped a few times, just to see how little it took to make the boy yelp. Then he met his stare, grinning. He extended his tongue and let it rise the full length of Logan's staff. The kid bucked and Kendall did it again.

"You want me."

He was about to answer, but wet heat consumed his tip. Then there was sucking. Then it stopped.

"You need me."

It came back, and Jesus he was using his tongue. Logan could sense his own mind unraveling, slowly losing control. The mouth stopped.

"There isn't a crumb in you that can resist me."

He was cracking under pressure. The stimulation was there, then it would leave. He tried to answer a question, but the events of his penis would erase it away. It was building, though. And Kendall's voice…

"It's drivin' ya nuts, isn't it?" a jerk under his fingers. "You can't fight me, Logan. I'll fight back."

He sucked, hard. It was rapid, it was deep, and Logan lost it. All of his control over himself ejaculated down Kendall's throat; the perfect metaphor for the way Kendall seemed to own everything about him. The point was reiterated when he let him go.

"Yer my little piece a ass, aren't'chya?"

"Uhh…" the brunette was man-handled onto his stomach again. Physically dragged more toward the center of the bed, he was-

"My lil sex puppet." he settled behind him, loving how his fingernail marks still streaked his back. He decided that teeth indents matched the look.

"Aah…Kendall- oh! Jeez…" Logan was still panting from his orgasm. He had strong arms wrapped about his torso, and he was getting marked closer to his neck. The blonde's member was sliding over his skin as he moved over him, and it had its own pulse. His own was picking up on that.

"Ohhh….Logan. You are such a toy." he coated his fingers and commenced working him open one at a time. The boy thrashed, not sure if he wanted to press back or even if he should. More digits crept inside and fucked him over, it wasn't really his choice.

Kendall pulled them out. "You ready fer me, baby?" he skimmed his cock over Logan's skin until he reached the hole he wanted to tease. "Huh?"

"Please, Kendall."

"Ooh," he chuckled, "Eager-beaver, huh? Well, if that's how you want it…" *snap*. Logan howled. It was all in at once. "Sing fer me, Logie."

"God. Kendall. F-fuck."

The addressed moaned. Logan just said 'fuck'. "Someone's a bad boy, Logan. Naughty words." he thrust again. "Aren't for nice little boys."

"You made me."

"That's 'cause yer my nice little boy." he picked up a rough rhythm, making sure to not let up on his partner. "Who d'you belong to, Logan?"

"You."

"Why?"

"Because no one-, else can make me-, say-, 'fuck'."

He was already drilling into him at an erratic pace. This was too much. He was gonna-

He grabbed Logan's cock and started pumping. The brunette really was moaning like a bitch, too. His inner walls clenched and unclenched Kendall's dick, for any previous knowledge on how to consciously work his body was gone. He had the taller boy's left arm secured around his waist, holding him fast and forcing him to get hammered over and over again.

"Kendallll….I-Need-To-"

"I told you I'd fucking own you. FUCK." he buried into the kid and let him have it. Logan spilled all over his hand at the same moment, and the two together erupted so violently that a faint creak could be heard from the bed frame, just below their screams.

Kendall absolutely collapsed onto Logan. He forced himself to pull out and on his back, yanking the brunette until he got him to lay stomach-to-stomach with him. The extra weight made breathing a tad more laborious, but he just wanted him there. The nerd was heaving as he curled himself into his partner, not ever wanting to move again.

Sticky warmth clung to his back. "Looks like someone found the Milky Way."

"Kendall!" the one on top protested. "That is disgusting!", but he giggled anyway, for post-sex euphoria was contagious.

"You like it, though."

"I know, I do."

"Enough ta…"

He peered curiously up at him. "What, Kendall?"

"Well, 'partners' sounds kinda gay fer us to say all the time."

"B-but…I like being your partner." What is going on?

"I know, but maybe we could be somethin' else, too."

"…like what?"

He shrugged. "Boyfriends?"

His jaw dropped. "Y-you-you want me to be your boyfriend? …You wanna be m-my boyfriend?"

He stroked his face, running his thumb over that pouty set of lips. "Yeah, we pretty much already are, anyway. This could just make it official. If ya say yes."

"Yes! Yes, Kendall, I want to be your boyfriend!" he scuttled and kissed up his throat to his mouth. "I want you to be my boyfriend."

*Kiss* "Glad you're so-" *kiss* "mm, excited about this." *kiss*

"I am." he leaned back. "I really am."

"Wanted ta be a honest man, huh?"

"Wanted to be yours in a way that's conventional to understand."

He snickered. "Logan," pulling him back to his chest. "so many big words all the time."

"Hey, articulation isn't a bad thing." he sighed, "Nor is …getting spanked, actually." Kendall hummed in agreement, checking down there to see if the brunette's ass was still warm. Oh yeah. On fire.

"We're gonna hafta wash the sheets, huh?" he commented, therapeutically rubbing the cheeks he had had so much fun abusing earlier.

"You know me well, Kendall."

"It's a gift, I know."

"Hey, Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"Thanks for not killing me."

"Anytime."