A/N: Hello again everyone! I'm finally back with the final chapter of this story! Before we get started, I would like to thank mrs. hutcherlark, winterschild11 and Cookie Monster Giggles for reviewing last chapter! I'd also like to give a huge thank you to everyone that has supported this story by reading, reviewing, favoriting or following! I was really nervous about writing a new paring, but I really like how this turned out!

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Chapter Twelve

Truth was a funny thing. It required perspective, and I had definitely acquired a lot of perspective in the last couple of days. It changed how I thought of a lot of things.

When I saw Carlos hugging Logan before practice, I knew now that it was probably a comforting gesture, not Carlos coming on to Logan. When I recalled how intense Logan used to be when we played chess or had a one on one hockey match, I realized that he had probably considered those games foreplay, since it was one of the few times he'd been guaranteed my undivided attention.

And when Logan picked up his bag and ran out of the park after practice, I knew that it wasn't because he was late for class or he suddenly remembered an appointment. He'd left because being around me any longer than he had to caused him pain. A hurt that I had the feeling I wouldn't be able to erase, because I'd never get the chance. Not unless I took it.

I walked over to Carlos and stood at his side until he finished his conversation with another player. I watched as he picked up his bag from the ground before glancing up at me.

"Want something?" He asked.

Alright, this was going to be harder than I thought. I could handle it though. I had a lot of groveling to do, and if I had to do it with Logan's support system, then I'd start with Carlos until Logan agreed to talk to me.

"I need to talk to Logan. Do you know where he went?" I asked, not missing the frown that formed on his face.

"He doesn't want to talk to you."

"But I need to talk to him, and I know you know why."

"I'm not real big on sharing things with you, but I might as well since it's almost over." He said, confusing me a bit as he crossed his arms over his chest. "He said he can't be around you right now and he thinks you feel the same."

That couldn't be true. After all of my calls went unanswered and my texts ignored, I had stayed up three nights in a row before I realized Logan wasn't going to come home to talk to me. When he showed up for practice, he'd hardly looked at me the entire time and escaped before I could try to talk. Even if he hadn't listened to the voice-mails or read the texts, he had to know that I was trying to get in touch with him for a reason. We couldn't continue like this.

"I need to talk to him." I said again. "Will you please tell me where he is?" I pleaded.

He stared at me for a minute before letting out a sigh.

"He's at your house getting some stuff. He thinks he can have all of it moved out by the end of the week."

"He's moving out? Why?" I asked, my heartbeat speeding up a little.

"In spite of how you've been acting, I know you're not stupid." He responded before turning and walking away, following the rest of the team out of the park.

XxX

I had run six blocks to the house, just barely catching my breath as I stumbled into the living room. Glancing at the spot before the window, I saw that the chess board had been packed up, the rickety table we used to play on folded and set against the wall, folding chairs behind it. I ran over to the stairs, taking them two at a time, only slowing down when I reached Logan's room.

It was practically empty. Posters were down. Logan's 3D model of the human brain had been put away. The shelves were bare of almost all of his books. An open suitcase lay on the bed, a jumble of clothes tossed inside. I stood in the doorway, heart in my throat as Logan walked out of his closet with another armful of clothes and dumped them into his suitcase.

"You don't have to do this." I said, watching as Logan jumped, letting out a yelp in the process. Any other time, I would have laughed or let out a chuckle. But not now. Not when I was in danger of losing him.

"You scared the shit out of me." He exclaimed, one hand over his heart.

What scared me was knowing that I'd hurt Logan so badly that he had to get away from me. I'd never wanted that.

"You don't have to do any of this." I said, my breath catching in my throat as Logan turned away and began stuffing more clothes into his suitcase, using all his strength to stuff them in when they wouldn't fit. "I saw you packed up the chess board."

"I'm done playing games with you." He responded.

"Loges, don't do this." I said, stepping into the room and standing behind him.

"Don't do what?" He asked before turning towards me, giving me my first real look at the dark circles under his eyes.

Neither of us had been sleeping the past few nights, and it was all my fault. All of it. Every moment of pain I'd caused him, in spite of my best effort not to. Every moment of anxiety because he wanted something I couldn't give him. The regret I could read in his eyes before he turned away, intent on packing his life away.

"Don't leave. I don't want you to leave."

"You've made it clear you don't want a lot of things." He said with no shortage of bitterness in his voice, but there was also an air of acceptance to his voice. Leave it to Logan to be accepting of a fact, even if it pained him. "It's better if I give you space."

"I don't need space. I've have enough of being alone the past few days. I need to talk to you."

"We've said everything that needed to be said."

"No." I said before grabbing his arm, watching as he jumped slightly. I could sense that he wanted to move away from the touch, push me away, but he didn't. I rubbed his arm before moving in closer, turning him to face me. "I'm sorry. I didn't know how to tell you what I was thinking."

"It's fine." He said, although it clearly wasn't. "You don't want to be with me that way and I can't just turn my feelings off, so this is what I have to do." He said before turning away and began grabbing for his clothes again.

"Stop. Just… stop." I said, turning him to face me again, this time holding his shoulders so he couldn't turn away. "Just listen." I said when he opened his mouth to interrupt me. "You blindsided me. I can't think of any other way to say it. When you came on to me, everything I thought about you changed. I never expected anything to happen between us but I never wanted you to think that I don't care about you."

"I know you do, as a friend." He said. "You may not have seen it, but I felt something between us. I always thought it never went further because your feelings for James were stronger. After that night, I know it's because you're drawn to me, but not enough to do anything about it."

"That's not it." I responded. "Well, part of it is. But I really… I never took the time to think about how I feel about you. You've just been there and I took it for granted that you always would be. And I know I never thought about what it might mean to you." I said before picking up his suitcase and putting it on the floor. I sat on the bed, pulling Logan to settle down next to me.

"When I talked to James, one of the things he said stuck with me. He said that I can't treat you like all the other guys I've been with. And he's completely right. I've spent so much time bouncing in and out of bed with guys who didn't mean anything to me and I can't do that with you." I explained, swallowing the lump in my throat. "You mean too much to me. The last thing I wanted was to fall in bed drunk the other night. I thought you'd regret it the next day and I knew I would. Because you deserve more than that. And if we're going to do this, we're going to do it right." I said, raising a hand to cup his cheek.

"So, the other night… it wasn't a no, it was a 'not while you can barely stand up on your own'?" He asked, to which I nodded.

"But the more I thought about it, the more I realized that this wouldn't work. I don't know how to do this with you." I said.

"What do you mean? I'm just me. It's not complicated."

"But it is. There aren't a lot of people I'm really close to. If I screw this up, I'll never be able to forgive myself. I care about you too much to take that chance." I said.

"I want to take that chance with you." He said. "It doesn't feel like a risk to me."

"Maybe you don't know me well enough. I'm a mess. I can't be what you need and it wouldn't be fair to you. Or maybe that's what it is for you. You fix people who are broken in some way, but I don't want to be that kind of burden on you. I don't want you to look at everything that's wrong with me and realize you made a mistake one day." I explained.

"Kendall, I don't think of you as a patient. You're not broken."

"Well there's something wrong with me. Every relationship I touch turns to shit."

"That's not true." He said, giving me a look that I couldn't quite place. "I don't know who made you feel like you need to fixed-"

"My family." I supplied.

"I don't know what they said to you to make you feel like you're unworthy of love, but you're wrong. They're wrong. I know you. I know your fear comes from being rejected because you're not someone else's idea of perfect. But none of us are. You're stubborn and insecure and reckless." He said, reaching up to stroke my cheek. "But you're also funny and sexy and softhearted. I hate that you push people away when you need them the most, but I guess that's how you protect yourself from being hurt. It took me a while, but I see that through all those carefully constructed walls is a guy who is capable of so much love. I see you, the good and the bad." He said, dropping his hand to rub my chest.

"Regardless of everything, I want you. Being scared of something is perfectly natural, but the only way you could hurt me is if you lie to me or cheat on me." He added.

"I would never do that." I said softly.

"Then this is simple. I love you exactly the way you are. All you have to do is love me back." He said, his voice dropping to a whisper as he closed the distance between us.

His lips were soft, moving against mine with such delicate pressure. I held myself back, afraid that I'd spoil the moment and this new thing between us by moving too fast as I was used to doing with other guys. A hand squeezing the back of my neck urged me closer, faint moans encouraging the thrusting of my tongue.

We moved until Logan was propped against the headboard, with me nestling in the warm space between his legs, our lips never losing contact. I felt it then, the sudden flood of emotion when we kissed- lust, love, yearning, the knowledge that this was right, this was what I'd searched for with other guys just to come up empty. My breath caught as I leaned back.

"Is there… what's wrong?" Logan asked worriedly after inhaling sharply.

"Nothing." I responded. My heart was pounding and I was out of breath, but that was because being with Logan was making me so hot, I was dizzy with the rush. "Everything's right." I said with a smile.

"Good." Logan said, smiling as he gently squeezed the back of my neck again. "Because if you were going to run away from me again, I'd have to chase you down, tie you up and have my way with you."

My surprised laugh became another kiss, so slow and soft.

"Wait..." I breathed out as he slipped his hand slid down my body. "Are we really going to do this?" I asked, no wanting to push him if he wasn't ready.

I watched as he nodded, a sexy grin forming on his face.

"I want to taste you." He whispered.

Before I could gather my thoughts enough to whisper a sexy comeback, he had me on my back, shorts, briefs and shirts tossed onto the floor and was taking me in hand, a smile lighting his dark brown eyes.

"You're beautiful." He said softly.

Hot breath on skin was replaced by warm, wet heat as I closed my eyes, allowing myself to get lost in the sensation.

"Look at me." He said in a gentle yet firm tone, causing me to open my eyes again, looking into Logan's as he flicked his tongue over the head.

My hips bucked from the bed, with Logan holding me in place as he continued, swirling his tongue as he took me into his mouth. Inch by inch, he took me in deeper, hands reaching up to stroke my chest.

"Loges." I said in barely more than a whisper.

"Hmm?" He hummed, threatening my control as his head bobbed, taking me as deep as he could before pulling back, leaving me hard and slick and aching for that tight, wet heat around me again. He obliged before I could even take my next breath or remember what I wanted to say.

"Logan." I whispered urgently, clutching as his arms as I struggled not to come. He just winked, his head moving in time with my frantic thrusts. More humming, a squeeze to my balls and I couldn't hold it any longer.

I'd always pulled out before. Always. It was one of the rules I stuck to religiously. But with Logan looking me in the eye, there wasn't anything I could do to not give him what he wanted.

Licking his wet lips, Logan moved up the bed to rejoin our lips. This time the kiss was faster, saltier, wetter, a beginning that had me hard again in seconds. His hand was between us, stroking us both, getting stickier by the second.

"Wait." I said, watching as he licked his lips. "I want-" I started, getting ready to offer to return the favor before he cut me off.

"Later." He said. "I need you in my now. He pulled me over him, moving his hand out of the way. I rocked against him, our cocks slick and sensitive to the touch. Every sensation of skin on skin and wandering hands and thrusting tongues became a game, a challenge— who would last the longest, beg first? Another kiss and I was lost, finger flicking over one of his nipples as he slowed I slowed my thrusts, not wanting to come again without him. He moaned as I pulled our lips apart.

"Do you have-" I started, only for him to cut me off again.

"Yes." He quickly responded.

There was some fumbling in a drawer— desperate now— and shaky hands brushed aside as he took over preparation. Then we were joined. He locked his legs behind my hips and waited, adjusted, looked into my eyes before pulling me down into another of those slow, soul-melting kisses.

I thought I'd been ready for it, but the feel of him beneath me, being inside him, was almost too much. I moved deeper, the pressure easing enough to allow the perfect fit and groaned into his mouth. I moved my hips back, slowly, savoring each panting breath and the light scratch against my neck as Logan silently begged for more.

I love you. I thought just before saying it aloud, a whisper into the crook of Logan's neck as he writhed beneath me. I repeated it again as we moved together, more urgent this time. Logan locked his arms around my chest before arching his hips up as our eyes met. I knew that he had heard, but he was beyond words. Beyond anything but the way we felt, together.

I repeated it again for good measure, pulling him tighter to me as I moved, meeting him thrust for thrust, coming so hard and fast spots swam before my eyes. Logan followed soon after, my name an oath on his lips as he cried out, his voice echoing around the quiet room. I kissed him again, hard, then pulled out, tossing the slick condom into the trashcan. More kisses followed, sleepy, thankful, content, and we settled onto the bed, his arm draped across my chest.

A long time passed before either of us moved or spoke. It had grown dark outside. I wondered if I should get up and close the bedroom door, but I knew that James would understand. Besides, I couldn't bring himself to leave Logan's arms.

"How long was I sleep?" Logan asked after a while, clearing his throat in the process.

"Not long. Maybe twenty minutes." I responded, watching as he moved to look up at me. I could just make out his grin in the darkness.

"You clocked how long I was sleep?"

"Yeah, I was wondering when the sleeping angel was going to be replaced by the sexy little devil again." I said with a laugh.

"Whenever you want it." He said, placing a kiss on the underside of my jaw before returning his head to my chest. "You know what this means right?"

You're home. You're not leaving. I never have to feel lost without you again. I thought to myself.

"I have to start being nicer to Carlos?" I asked, smiling a little as he chuckled softly.

"Worse. James gets to say I told you so."

I let out a laugh before pulling him tight against my chest.

"I'm pretty sure he's earned this one."

Done! So this was my first real smut scene that I've written. Hopefully it didn't turn out too bad :P

I still can't believe that this was the last chapter! I've really enjoyed writing this story and will definitely write more Kogan in the future! I'll probably do another Kames story as well as a Jagan before I write another Kogan, but I think there will definitely be another Kogan story sometime soon!

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Until then!

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