We continued living at that rate for several days, even with the despair of an uncertain future hanging over us. My parents agreed that Kendall could stay until he figured out a permanent means of living, though "more than two weeks would be a bit much."

Work became tolerable. The creepy manager Ella finally got the hint that I would never be interested, and she eventually started to cool off. Thank God. Other than that, I could look forward to seeing Kendall after my shift to drive me home. We started going to the gym in the evening. It was enjoyable to do it together. We even got Carlos and James to come with us most days. Their relationship had blossomed very quickly. Obviously, they both had wanted it badly. So they still refused to explain what their little plan was, but at least reassured us it had nothing to do with Kendall.

I finally felt like I was fitting in. There was a group of people that longed for my company, instead of barely tolerating it. But Kendall grew depressed. He stopped playing guitar downtown and spent most of his time either sleeping or just laying around the house. Into the second week he was with us, it was difficult to get him out to the gym. He touched me less while we slept. His isolationism was overwhelming.

One night after work, I came into my room and found him already asleep. It was only 9 o'clock so I was worried. After I got washed up, I carefully slipped in beside him and put my arms around his waist. He was on his side, facing the window. As I snuggled up to him, he flipped over to face me. "I didn't realize you were awake," I said quickly.

"Sorry."

"It's okay. How are you doing?"

"Eh."

"Kendall…" His eyes were sad. The sparkling green had faded, and now they were lifeless and blank. "Talk to me," I said.

"I'm leaving," Kendall said.

"What?"

"I'm leaving."

"You're kidding."

"No, I'm not." He smiled very weakly at me and returned the hug. I pressed my face into the crook of his neck, but a confused look stayed on my face.

"Where are you going?" I asked.

"Anywhere. I just gotta go. I can't stay here." I had never heard him sound so desperate before. His voice was dry.

"When?"

"Tomorrow."

"What?!" I suddenly shot upright. Kendall backed off and gave me a worried expression, but I was completely shocked on the inside. I stared at him with my mouth agape. "Are you crazy?! You can't just leave me like that!"

"You'll come with me?" Kendall asked weakly.

"I can't do that," I said.

"Why? Just the two of us on the open road." Now, Kendall sat up and put his arm around me. He gave me a genuine smile finally. "We'll keep driving, and we'll manage. My mom gave me money, you know that? A lot. We'll travel and play music and figure it out. Maybe we'll be back in a year."

"I can't do that," I repeated. My eyes began to well up with tears. Never in a million years would I have guessed that Kendall had this in mind. I expected Carlos and James to pull something along these lines, but not my amazing boyfriend who completed my life. My hands were shaking. Everything I knew began to fall down in these few moments.

"Why can't you?"

"I want to go to school. I need to continue my education. My life can't take a huge turn like that, just because you don't want to stay around. Don't you care about me enough to stay?"

Kendall took my face in his hands and held me close. His nose touched mine, and he closed his eyes. "Logan," he said very quietly. "Of course I love you, and I don't want to destroy your life. It's the last intention I'd ever have. But I can't stay here right now. You won't understand, since you didn't grow up in my family, but it's what I have to do. I have to leave. I wanted you to come with me, but obviously I can't force you."

As Kendall continued, I began to cry. Tears poured out of my eyes. He took the back of his index finger and wiped each one away. "Please don't cry," he said, obviously fighting back his own waterworks. "Logan, please. Please don't cry."

"H-how can I not?" I sniffed. "I thought we would be together forever."

"We will. Forever sometimes involves being apart. I'll never stop loving you."

I flung my arms around his shoulders and rolled my head on his collar bone. There was no fighting my sobs, so I let them all out at full force. I felt like such a child. Kendall hugged me, patted my back and stroked the top of my head. He rested his cheek against my hair and nuzzled me gently.

"I don't understand why you have to go," I spoke against his neck.

"I have to break away."

"Why can't you do it some other way? Why don't you rent a room or something?"

"Logan, sorry, you just don't get it. People do things sometimes just 'cause they need to do it. I need to."

"So…you have to leave tomorrow…"

"Yeah."

I looked up at him with sad, desperate eyes. Kendall is much more stoic than me. He didn't sniff or sob, but a single tear rolled down his cheek. He didn't look at me, now, rather far away. Maybe to the place where he saw himself driving to.

"Kendall?" I asked softly.

"Hm?"

"I guess, if I have to accept you leaving, can you do something for me at least?"

"Anything."

"Be my first."

"Now?" Kendall looked at me and swallowed. His cheeks reddened.

"Yeah," I said, nodding very gently.

"Sure?"

"Uh huh."

He wiped the last of my tears away with his hand and kissed me. His tongue licked up against my lips and I let out a tiny moan. Kendall turned his body so that he overpowered me. I moved onto my back and he towered atop my body. Our kisses continued, growing in sloppiness. It was funny how quickly we went from being sad to utter horniness. Kendall's hands slid down across my chest and took the bottom hem of my tank top. Now my breathing became hard and unsettled. Knowing he would finally see me naked, after all of this time and all these nights together, was both embarrassing and wonderful. He lifted up my shirt and pulled it over my head. His hands explored my chest like a moonlander, curious and eager to define every shape and texture. He lightly touched my nipples, and I winced in pleasure.

"You like that?" Kendall asked. I looked at him at nodded. A fiendish smile spread across his face. He bent down and dragged his tongue over my nipple, and I let out a shout. Nothing ever felt like that before. My face turned bright red as Kendall continued to lick. He ran his tongue across my chest and sucked on the other one, too. My toes curled and I whined in pleasure, biting my lower lip. Finished with them, Kendall left my nipples and continued his tongue-journey down and across my stomach.

"Sorry," I whispered. "I haven't shaved for a few days."

"It's fine," Kendall replied. He ran his nose through the stubble and stopped at the crease of my boxers. This was the part I didn't like; finally seeing my junk. His fingers stroked along the rim of the elastic, teasing slowly. They ran along my hips, rounded my thighs and touched the bottom of my butt. He looked up at my once and smiled. "You alright?"

"Yeah," I peeped, only half honest.

"Can I take your boxers off?"

I swallowed hard and nodded slowly. Kendall made a delighted face and slowly slid my underpants off. He pulled them off of my feet and casually tossed the off of the bed. When he came back to my crotch, I had no choice but to expose myself completely. Kendall smiled as he looked at my dick, which was of course quite hard now. He touched it gently and I gasped. His long, slender fingers wrapped around the base. My breathing almost choked me, since it was so heavy and rapid. I closed my eyes and rolled my head back. Then Kendall ran his tongue along the length of it. I moaned out, probably too loud, and gripped the sheets. He licked the tip of the head and popped it into his mouth. It was so wet and warm. I never imagined anyone being able to make me feel so good. Instinctively, my hips started to grind and thrust up against his mouth. But soon, Kendall stopped. He released my cock from his mouth and said, "I don't want you to cum too soon. Here. Put your legs up here."

I followed his order and hooked my legs on his shoulders. I felt his hands spread my butt cheeks, and suddenly his tongue whipped across my asshole. I shouted again. My fingers dug into the mattress harder. It was difficult to not explode. His slippery tongue licked in circles around my hole, teasing and pleasuring me equally. It was sloppy and made a wet sound as he licked it. His face dug between my cheeks further, and his tongue dipped inside occasionally. Beads of sweat were already falling from my face and legs.

With a final kiss, Kendall backed away from my ass and asked, "Are you ready?"

"I guess," I said. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Good."

Keeping my legs on his shoulders, Kendall sat up a bit so that his waist went against my butt. He pulled down his underpants, and I had to sneak a peek. Just as James and Carlos had described, his dick was big. It was a mighty, strong cock that sat up tall and proud. He had his hand on it, and a string of spit fell from his mouth to the dickhead. He rubbed it all around. It looked soft and pink, even in the dim light of the lamp on my nightstand.

"Just spread your legs and relax, okay?" Kendall said.

"O-okay."

The tip of his dick pushed between my cheeks and touched my asshole. I winced, scared of the sensations that were to come. It was slippery and slimy with spit, and his cock began to push its way inside of me. I bit down on my lower lip and tried to relax. It hurt, definitely, but there was also some pleasure.

"It'll help if you jerk yourself off," Kendall suggested.

I nodded slowly, keeping eye contact with my boyfriend, and wrapped my hand around my own dick. Kendall pushed his way inside me deeper, and now I could feel the actual thickness of his rod. I tried to focus on my masturbation but it was difficult. He was so large. It was incredible. His thin body had such a thick cock attached to it. Tiny moans now came out of his mouth, and he closed his eyes. A rhythm began to build. Kendall's hips thrust against me and slapped my body. I groaned and squealed as he pounded me. He went in deeper, but it started to hurt too much.

"N-no, Kendall. Stop." I said. Kendall immediately quit moving.

"Too much pain?"

"Yeah. Sorry."

"It's okay." He slid back a little bit, still inside. "Is this alright?"

"I think so."

He picked up the thrusting once more, but now I think it was just the head of his dick fucking me. I gasped and moaned as he continued to rail me. I jerked myself off harder now. I was close.

"Are you gonna cum?" Kendall asked.

"Y-yeah."

"Alright. Now?"

"Almost."

I moaned and hummed louder as my jerking speed quickly picked up. Kendall also fucked me harder. He worked his core fast and humped me the best he could, without going in too deep. Suddenly his face flushed bright red and he shouted out, clearly in orgasm. I couldn't feel it, but he pumped me full of his warm seed. He moaned and rolled his head back, and just at that moment I managed to hit a climax as well. It wasn't a very big load, but it shot back against my abs. I gasped and cried as my dick throbbed in my hand.

For a few moments, we stayed just like that, panting. Our bodies were sticky with all sorts of things. When time appropriate, Kendall slowly took his deflating dick out of my ass and he fell onto his side. I moved onto mine as well and pressed my back to him. He instantly hugged me and put a kiss on my neck.

"You still have to leave?" I whispered.

"That's not going to change, yeah, of course I do."

"I wish you wouldn't."

"Sorry." He grabbed my hand and interlaced his fingers with mine.

"Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"I love you."

"I love you too, Logan. I don't want to leave, but I gotta."

"Kendall?"

"Yeah?"

"I'll always love you."