"I've had a lot of different dreams over the years. They change from time to time. Now, I have a new one. I want to be with you. I don't want all of this media drama. I'm so done."
A teary-eyed Kendall poured out his feelings to James, who held him and agreed with every word. Kendall continued, "Why don't we just pack up and head back to Minnesota?"
"I dunno," James said. "Isn't that sort of giving up?"
"No, it's not," Kendall sneered. He began to snap out of his sadness. "It's knowing our limits and stopping while we're still ahead. Life opened new doors. We gotta close the others."
James whined uneasily and looked away. Back to Minnesota? That was totally giving up. It seemed they couldn't sort this issue out of their own. They needed someone to fix it for them. Naturally, they went and talked to Kendall's mom.
"Is that really what you want?" She asked Kendall. "After all of this? You think it's best if we go home?"
"Yeah," her son replied. "I can't love James out here. It's just a paparazzi field day. I want to have a normal life with him.
Mrs. Knight put her arms around Kendall and hugged him tightly. James stood by awkwardly.
"Ohh, honey," Mrs. Knight said. "I'm proud of you for putting your relationship first."
"Thanks, mom."
"What do Carlos and Logan think?"
Kendall let go of his mom and looked at James. They exchanged horrified glares.
"You didn't tell them yet, did you?"
The two boys shook their heads. Mrs. Knight sighed and started to walk away. "Let me go get them," she said.
In a couple minutes, she returned with the shorter guys following behind her.
"What's this all about?" Logan asked.
"My son has something he needs to tell you."
Logan and Carlos peered over at Kendall curiously.
"I can't take this pressure," said Kendall. He grabbed James's hand and held onto it tight. "Ever since we came out, the whole fucking world…"
"Kendall!" Mrs. Knight interrupted. He rolled his eyes.
"Sorry," he continued. "The whole world has been messed up. I know it's not us. It's LA. We can't have meaningful relationships and successful pop careers."
Logan looked sick to his stomach. "You mean…" he mumbled.
"Yeah, I do," Kendall said. He sighed. "I think it's best for all of us if we quit before fame swallows our stardom and love life."
"Isn't that sorta…giving up?" Carlos asked. James nodded a little bit.
"It's not giving up," Kendall assured them. "It's knowing our boundaries. Recognizing that we will fall. What's more important? Being famous or having the love of your life by your side at night?"
Carlos and Logan faced each other.
"Can't we just have both?" Carlos asked.
"Boys," Mrs. Knight butted in. "Kendall is right. Nobody stays famous and amazing forever. It is inevitable that Big Time Rush will come crashing down."
"Either that or just fade away," Kendall added. "And I can't have it fall with James. I need James here."
"Okay," Logan said. "But we gotta think it over a little more first. We don't want to make any decisions too quickly, right?"
"Right," they all agreed.
"I think I'll call this a night, right?" Logan suggested.
"Right," they all agreed once more. Then they disbanded.
As Carlos and Logan were going to their bedroom, they didn't speak. It was a very serious and heavy thing that Kendall has proposed. No easy task. Logan's mind was busily sorting the pros and cons from each other, and Carlos was busy not being entirely stupid.
They went to their room and closed the door. Finally, Carlos said, "So what are we gonna do?"
"I don't know yet," Logan answered. "I gotta think it over more. I wonder what Gustavo will say."
"Probably be happy that we're leaving!" Carlos said.
He grabbed Logan by the waist and pulled him to the bed. They flopped into the sheets and laughed. They undressed each other rather casually. They had become accustomed to their bodies. There was no shame in nudity. It was all intimate and wonderful. Carlos lay on his back and brought their chests together. They kissed a few times.
"Yeah, probably," Logan agreed, picking up where their conversation left off. "He'll say something like, 'I don't need you gay dogs in here anyway! Get out of my studio!'"
The boys laughed and laughed. But then they grew serious and just gazed at each other.
"Do you want to leave LA?" Carlos asked carefully.
"Not really," Logan answered, shaking his head. He rested the side of his face on his boyfriend's chest and closed his eyes. "You?"
"No. I like it here."
"Me, too…"
"Then maybe we should stay?" Carlos suggested.
"Can't really be Big Time Rush with just us."
"Well uh, then maybe we still quit the band? But we can stay."
Logan looked back at Carlos and focused his eyes. Gears were turning. He tapped the Latino on his nose and winked.
"That might the best idea you've ever had," he said.
"First time for everything!" Carlos exclaimed happily. They hugged tightly.
"Either way," Logan said between tiny kisses. "I'll be fine, 'cause you'll be with me."
"Awww, Logie-bear!" Carlos cheered and suddenly switched positions with him. He slid Logan beneath him and crawled on top. Looking down, he smiled and made a funny wincing face. Logan put his arms around Carlos's shoulders and flashed a very content smile.
"I mean it," he said. "You and me together is the most important thing. That's why I think Kendall '
"Yeah but he doesn't have this sweet butt to pound out!" Carlos sat back and hooked Logan's legs on his shoulders. He spread the cute little butt cheeks in front of him and pressed his dick to his crack. Logan purred. "And James doesn't have this hot Latin cock to rock him," he said. They both laughed.
"Hot Latin cock? Come onnnn," Carlos sneered. He stuck his tongue out and rubbed his hot Latin cock up and down Logan's crack. The faint shimmer of precum dotted his taint.
"Feels good," Logan moaned. He began to stroke himself off.
"Yeah? You want my…haha…hot Latin cock?"
"Yeah. Yeah I do."
They locked eyes and stared through each other. That intense, seductive exchange that one shares with a truly compatible sex partner. Carlos slid himself inside Logan carefully. He breathed out heavily and slowly inched himself deep within.
"Ohh, Carlitos," Logan whispered. He bit his lower lip and gyrated against Carlos's hips. Their throaty moans tangled through the air. "So good…"
Carlos pushed inside deeper and deeper. He leaned over and struggled to kiss his boyfriend on the lips. A trail of spit lingered between them. Carlos laughed but Logan looked a little grossed out.
"Don't worry about it," Carlos said. "You know I like all of your spit, sweat, whatever. Yeah."
"I know, I know, I know. Still."
"It's okay."
Carlos slid up to Logan's ear. He built up a pretty decent pace of fucking. As Logan gasped and moaned, Carlos whispered, "I love you. I love you so, so much."
"Mmmhh," Logan groaned. "I love you too."
"AHH!" Carlos suddenly withdrew and called out. He came prematurely. Logan burst into laughter. "What's—huhh—funny?"
"Your face!" Logan exclaimed.
Carlos pulled his limping cock out of Logan's ass and fell onto his side. He reached out and replaced Logan's hand with his own. He started to jerk him off quickly.
"Ohhh, not sooo hard!" Logan yelled. Carlos slowed down a little. He spat onto his hand and kept whacking his boyfriend off.
Soon, Logan's cock began to throb and he shot out a small, pearly load onto Carlos's hand and his own body. He groaned and sighed in relief. Carlos cleaned up the mess with his tongue and smiled the whole time.
"I like it," he said. Logan giggled embarrassingly. Carlos slid up alongside him and put an arm around his waist. "I like you," he added.
"I like you too," Logan said. They kissed once. Carlos settled into the pillow and closed his eyes.
"We'll deal with this shit tomorrow," he said. "We'll sort it all out."
