Sasha was wearing the shortest skirt and the lowest-cut top that Logan had ever seen. Especially for a playground, I mean my goodness. He was sitting on the swings, swaying safely near the ground as Kendall propelled him. The bad boy had assaulted him with reasons why going high was the entire point of swing sets but Logan had still refused. Going so fast seemed much too scary.
The brunette wanted to just enjoy the press of Kendall's enormous hands into his back as he pushed him. He wanted to lose himself in the beauty of the thin layer of snow that frosted their town, how the skyscraping trees on the horizon now melted into the sky with their camoflauge. Miniscule bits of commentary were exchanged now and again regarding the view. That, and Kendall's adorable, yet often, questioning of whether Logan was getting too cold or of if he thought he was getting sick. After what had happened last time, that rare sense of guilt stayed like the broken tip of a thorn, inextricable yet subtle in Kendall's chest. His mind still couldn't wrap around how a small brunette mathlete had actually caused him to feel a brand new emotion. Whatever. He do. Grammar had yet to be inflicted upon the blonde.
Unfortunately, Sasha was still parading in front of them. She sacheted this way and that, glancing just above what Logan knew was his own line of vision to catch someone else's eye. Her knock-off Uggs crunched as she moved, and the bracelets on her slim wrist clinked every time she flipped her dark hair. Impossibly, her smell even wafted in her wake every ten minutes (to the minute, for Logan had commenced pulling his phone out for the clock after every swish of her ass). Another detail that the genius noted was how the tracks in the snow ran parallel to each other, closing in on their own position. When she was within earshot she giggled a hello. That would have been fine if she had acknowledged Logan once out of the total seven times she passed, but he wasn't her target.
Kendall had grunted a reply per greeting, never breaking his rhythm that kept the nerd on his linear path. Not even when she mustered the gall to create a four foot space between her and the former.
"Hey there." she twirled her hair, dark eyes sparkling but not as large as Logan's. Ha.
"Hi…again."
"You take to cold good, huh?"
Oh my gracious, that is the most horrific grammar ever.
Kendall smirked; his pheromones must even work in the snow. "I guess."
"You guess? Baby, yer not even shivering at all!" her voice screeched, shattering the collected peace of the previous atmosphere, and dropping gasoline onto a fire that was already starting to burn in Logan's chest. She was ruining his date. At school would have been a better time to carry this out, but not on their own free time. It isn't fair.
"Nope. Muscle runs pretty warm, and I got lotsa that."
"Oh you DO!" he could hear her boots crunching again. To him, it sounded like grinding bones. "Ha-ha, well, maybe I better check those for myself. Think they could warm me up after yer done babysitting hi-"
"ALRIGHT!" Swing time was over for Logan, because, really? Babysitting? He hurdled off of his swing, slipped, caught himself, and spun around. "THAT IS ENOUGH!"
"…what?"
His eyes were bugging out, he was so up in arms. "You aren't welcome with us, could you please leave us alone now? Thanks."
Sasha's mouth fell open as she popped her hip. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me, Miss Precocious. I asked you to scadoodle and I meant it."
"Scadoodle? Okay how old are you? Isn't it past yer bedtime?"
"I'm in your grade, good Lord!"
"You look like yer twelve."
"I am SIXTEEN and stop HITTING on my BOYFRIEND!"
Kendall chuckled, loving how red Logan's face was getting. This was too amazing. Sasha, however, didn't share the notion and put her hand on his leather jacket. "Or what?"
"You- you- you skank."
Now he didn't know whether to laugh or be extremely turned on. No one spoke so dorkily, but for Logan to be angered enough to insult someone in any fashion, it was hot. He could see his jaw clenching and the fingers in his borrowed gloves (which were too large on him, but the knowledge that they were Kendall's made them just like all of the other consuming wardrobe pieces he now donned) tensing. He might-
The brunette threw her arm off of his bad boy when she made her statement. Sasha had tugged on the black sleeve and sneered, hissing a "You can ask him what I am in an hour." at the boy and taking yet another step. That hadn't sat well with him at all.
"NEVER TOUCH MY BOYFRIEND AGAIN, YOU SLUTTY LOWLIFE!" the veins in his throat were twitching, probably from how heavily he heaved at his zero-to-sixty physical action.
"OH! YOU WANNA THROW DOWN WIT ME? I'LL FUCKIN-"
"Easy there!" Kendall held a hand up, rolling his eyes. Amateur fighters acting like they were tough shit was so ninth grade. "He wins, you lose, end of story."
Her countenance dropped. "But baby we-"
"Fuck you, whore, I said go home."
"No you-"
"Yes, I obviously did, or I wouldn't have said I did. Boots're made fer walkin, bitch."
"But I can bend-"
"GO AWAY, DUMBIE!" Logan was not amused.
She huff and verged on attacking them from sheer disappointment, but she restrained. Everyone knew that Kendall would hit girls. As she stormed away, crunching growing fainter after she slammed the playground gate closed, the brunette was still panting from exertion.
"God Logan…if there weren't babies here…fuck it, who cares." He spun Logan around and went straight for his lips, still murmuring notwithstanding the limited personal space. "Fuck right here. So hot. All mad. Rough side-"
"Kendall!" he had to stop him before they actually performed coitus in front of toddlers and new mothers. Already there was a bite mark on his neck. "Please Kendall, slow down! Not here!"
"Why?"
"Because it would be outrageously scarring! Please!"
He groaned, unwillingly to take his fingers out of the tresses but at least putting his tongue back where he found it. "Mmkay…"
"Thank…you. What got into you?"
He chuckled, because for the brightest kid of their class, Logan could sure be a dumbass sometimes. "You freakin' out on that girl? Gettin' all…" he nuzzled his cheek as he spoke, unable to get new images out of his mind, "riled up? Fuckin' hot, you getting' a lil aggressive yanno. Ma lil' bad boy…"
"B-bad boy? No-no, I don't-"
"It's okay, Logie, ya don't gotta join the gang." The blonde rolled his eyes. "Hey, shit we better go. I told the Chinese guy we'd be there at seven-thirty."
Logan stood outside of his mom's bedroom, fidgeting with the knob. On the one hand, this could turn out very badly, resulting in rejection spewing from his mother like the lead used in Vietnam, forever alienating him from the person that gave him birth.
On the other hand it would make his boyfriend really happy.
Logan let as much oxygen as he could take in rush through his nostrils, allowing it to fill him with a new sense of courage and hopefully carrying away the worst parts of his nerves. Once he knocked, he knew that he couldn't just abort his mission (Had any of his comic book idols ever done so? Surely, they had not.)
"Unless your dad's home, Logan, is that you?"
"Yes, mom, it's Logan."
"Come on in, sweetie. I was just editing what I have of my book."
He edged into the master bedroom, spotting his mother: glasses perched on her nose and a pencil behind her ear. She sat cross-legged with her laptop balancing on two pillows and a yellow note pad to her right, casual- and work- cell phones atop the paper.
"I don't mean to disturb-"
"Now honey, you know you can never disturb me." The smile so easily adorned her petite face, with mere hints of crows feet dabbing the corners of chocolate eyes that matched her son's. "You're my one and only treasure, darling."
He was used to that, having heard it all his life. When ever his parents weren't at work, he loved to spend time with them. It wasn't ever life-altering, renting the occasional PG-rated film or bird-watching, but it was nice. It served even better in the times before Kendall. His parents never allowed him to get wind of it, but they fret night and day over his inability to socialize. His lack of friends, his short list of interests. The empty schedule outside of school and academic triathlons. It wasn't normal, and though they loved him more than most parents cherished their offspring, the sting of concern wouldn't subside.
"Sit down, sweetheart. You look like you're about ready to throw up."
"I- well I could be."
She pat the spot next to her. "Well what did you eat today? Sandwich? You know that mixing mayonnaise and mustard never reall-"
"No, Mom, it's…not that. I'm a little nervous." He scooted next to her, bulbous eyes guarded as he looked into hers.
"Sweetheart, you know you're my baby. You can tell me anything." Patting his knee.
"It's more of a question."
"Oh."
He grimaced. "Yeah."
"Is it a…bad question?"
"Well," he had to mull over that one. It wasn't necessarily a negative inquiry, and certainly it couldn't fall under the category of 'evil'. "Sociologically speaking, it's deviant, but-"
"Sweetheart." She smiled again. The same, fond upturn of mouth corners that, before a blonde hurtled into the center of his universe, was the only source of solace he found aside from his father and approving lecturers. "Does it have something to do with Kendall?"
His ears reddened, not to her ignorance, as he nodded an affirmative. "I wanna…do something for him but it's…well you may not want-"
"If you around beat the bush any longer, hun, it won't have a leaf left."
"." He gulped. It would be lying to say that he hoped she had understood that, because in twenty-twenty hindsight, it was more embarrassing than he had originally conceived.
Relieving them both, she had heard perfectly. After years of consoling a whimpering, bullied child, she had grown accustomed to the less-articulate version of her son: the humiliated Logan. The mortified boy sitting next to her fiddling with the silk embroidery of her shams. "We'll go clothes shopping tomorrow." Her heart swelled as much as his did when he looked up in worship and relief. "My new Nordstrom's card just came in the mail last week. As for eyeliner…MAC or Laura Mercier?"
"Um..what?"
"So I figure, what's better than a blood-n-guts flick on Halloween, right?" Kendall grinned, knowing full-well that Logan would find him absolutely wrong.
"Err…yeah. B-But…" Please think of something. "but what about trick-or-treaters? You don't…want to have to keep pausing the movie every time the door bell rings."
"Oh, them. Yeah I just throw rocks at kids."
"Kendall!"
"Ouch! Easy there, tiger, I'm jus kiddin'. They don't usually show up till like seven, so we got an hour." He was striding toward the DVD player, no doubtedly sliding in some gruesome invention. As it loaded he moved to the closet.
"What's this one called?"
"It's actually my favorite movie ever. Have you seen Wrong Turn?"
"Oh totally, who hasn't?"
Knob handle clicked back into place. "Sarcastic-ass."
"I have not seen it."
"Well it's the best thing ever." Kendall plopped next to his boyfriend as the previews rolled. "Guess what though?"
The brunette simpered at the goofy guy so close to his face. "What?"
"I washed yer favorite blankie." Sure enough, the knitted white afghan was extricated from behind his back, now lying completely over the smaller boy's tucked-in legs.
"Aww…" Great, I'm a school girl again. A melted, spoiled school girl, completely at the mercy of-
"Like?"
He snuggled in closer. "You are the sweetest thing ever, Kendall, you know that?"
"Well, you give me reason to."
Crap! I sure do. "Happy to be of service." He kissed the bad boy on the cheek. "I'll be right back."
A confused look shot to the exiting bookworm. "Where you goin'?"
"Bathroom."
Figures. Bladder of an old cat lady. "Mmkay. I'll pause it for you."
"No-No!" could be heard down the hall, floating from the staircase. "By my calculations there's only one more preview! Hit play when the menu comes on! Please!"
"Okay!" Kendall chuckled to himself, allowing his lanky form to slide into the cushions for added comfort. His long legs swayed idly as the previews rolled, and to his disgruntlement, Logan had yet to return when the menu screen appeared. He would have waited for Logan if there were imminent kills to take place. Luckily, none happened for at least ten minutes, and if the little guy wasn't back in five, he would be dragging him from the bathroom whether piss was still streaking out of his cock or not.
This was Kendall's favorite movie, goddamit.
The titlescreen appeared and the gangster felt so familiar with it, having seen it countless times. He positively loathed whenever it came on television, though, because in order to save time, they would cut the most important parts. The best swear words were silenced. Stan Winston's genius special effects were just- just left out. Disgusted was the only way Kendall could feel about it. That monster makeup was pure art, and the fake bloo-
Holy fuck.
Air gushed from his gaping mouth, because there, leaning in his doorway, was his bunny rabbit. His Logie-Boo was smirking at him, dressed in possibly the best Halloween costume Kendall's brain could ever think of at this moment.
The boy was clad in tight black skinny jeans, donning a v-neck of the same color and a leather-and-stud jacket to tie it all together. Combat boots laced halfway up his shins, and that famous bracelet had never looked more in-place on the nerd than here. What really made Kendall almost come in his pants was the black eyeliner expertly fading from the outer to inner corners of his boyfriend's chocolate spheres.
Logan, however, was nervous beyond belief. If his lover weren't so entranced by his costume, he would have noted the trembling of his lips and the erratic bounce of his left leg. He would have seen the massive blush that had become a rarer occurrence over the course of their relationship. Yet he had to sweep all of that under the rug, for tonight was for Kendall. He had seen the way that the bully's breath hitched when he snapped at Sasha, and how intrigued he had been on the day that they purchased their Homecoming outfits.
He just hoped that he was right and wasn't about to make a total fool of himself.
Sauntering forth, he tried to remember everything that the blonde did: hands in pockets, pelvis out, steady pace, smoldering eyes, half-smirk. Practicing in the mirror every night this week, he just hoped that it still looked as legitimate as it had been in his room.
A gulp forced its way down Kendall's throat as Logan stopped in front of him, looming.
"Hey there."
"Hey…" the fighter knows that he's going to like this already.
A single finger stroked down the blonde's chest. Huskier than Kendall had ever heard, the other voice grinds out, "I hear you like it a little rough."
"Yeah…" he licked his lips, "maybe."
Logan pulled back, sliding that same hand over the front of his own pants. "Think you can handle this? B-Bitch?" Oh poop, that stunk.
Kendall smirks at that, because he knows that he's really trying for him. "I dunno. I, uh…don't hang around bad boys much." So he plays into the charade.
"Oh I am so bad."
A quirk of the eyebrow. "Prove it."
"Take your clothes off!" he snapped.
From there, he could have given in, and thrown about a few whimpers. Somehow, though, following orders just wasn't in his resume any more. Upon hearing such a bark aimed at him, directly in his own home, he felt the gang leader come back to him, becoming his sixth sense once more. "Oh yeah." He challenged him, erecting to both feet. "Why should I, asshole?"
The bookworm wasn't expecting that. Perhaps he had gone too far, perhaps- no…no, there was that glimmer. Deep as it was, there was humor in those pupils. If he could fight natural instinct and not step backward, he may actually have a chance of winning this. Not likely, but I could at least prolong a pummeling. "'C-Cause...I've decided that…I-I'm in ch-charge now…This is m-my territory."
"You think so, huh?"
"Yeah. I kn-know so."
"Then we'll fight for it."
"WHAT?" Crap-Crap-Crap-Crap-Crap-Crap-Crap-Crap!
"Yeah, classic style. No weapons…" he eyed him up. "nothin'. Jus' our hands. Ready?"
"Uh-"
"Three…two…one..go." he launched at him, reducing his usual punching speed to about half in order to give Logan time to dodge. "S'matter? Can't hit me back?"
Logan meets his playful eyes and throws one as hard as he can into his shoulder. The guy obviously felt it, but it didn't faze him, considering his significant amount of experience in the field. Still, he retaliated, smacking Logan on the chest and forearms, even lightly on the cheek. The boy would peep each time, ducking and touching his fingers to the spots. But then, to the taller's delight, he would lash back. He planted his palms to Kendall's chest and shoved as hard as he could. Sure, the largest amount of force that he could manage only caused the gangster to take one step away, but it still turned him on.
"Push me again." He growled.
"I- Iwill!" he surged forth, the only difference this time being that Kendall clamped onto his forearms and rolled them to the ground. "AAH! KENDALL!" The most surprising part wasn't the impact of the ground on his knee (though that would be sore until Wednesday), it was more the fact that he ended up on top. He had to have let me do that. Logan pinned his wrists to the ground, appearing to seethe in his face when really he just wasn't used to the physical excursion. Not the variety that occurred when fully clothed, anyway.
Seeing his partner so forceful, it sent thrills to Kendall's jeans. When he spoke his voice rasped in his excitement. "So what're'ya gonna do ta me now?"
The brunette's nose crinkled, and the eyeliner smudged along with his expressions, blending all through each other as his mind sorted for his answer. Quickly he released Kendall's wrists, and cupped the guy's cheeks as he bent down for a sweet, chaste kiss.
Logan couldn't even pretend to be bad. Not toward the love of his life, anyway.
The larger male chuckled into the kiss, sending vibrations into the boy's palms. The nerd swung his left leg over the other's hip to straddle him, and emitted a sigh when he felt his ass being roughly cupped. "Bad ass."
Brown eyes rolled. "That is a terrible pun."
"I know. You actually have a really great ass."
"Thank you, Kendall."
"Pleasure's all," a squeeze, "mine." They smiled together, sharing their own little moment as couples often do. The speaker next to them seemed disregarding of the fact, though, for it allowed the monster in the movie to emit an ungodly, high-pitched screech.
"AAH!" The bunny rabbit hid against his gangster, shivering at the fight-or-flight invading his system. He had always deemed Halloween the scariest of all holidays; it was why he spent it with his parents in front of old Jeopardy! reruns instead.
"Good ol' Thumper. Classic, classic."
"Oh shush."
"Hmm…" he smirked, rubbing his hands under the fabric and over the fragile plains of Logan's back. "I think I know of a way ta protect ya."
"O-Okay."
"But I hafta," he flipped them, "be on top first."
"And…kiss my neck?"
"Standard procedure." He licked. "Jus' curious, why Laura Mercier?"
Logan stopped his ministrations to Kendall's scalp until the smirker looked at him. "How did-"
"Oh please," his resumed his quest for a hickey, "don't insult me."
Forty-five minutes later, their first trick-or-treaters arrived: two moms with a gaggle of fairies and Power Rangers, not over the age of four. When the front door opened to reveal a blonde teenager in boxers and a smaller lad in footie pajamas, the women thanked whoever was watching over them that the kids were too young to add six plus three: nevermind to put two-and-two together.
"Okay!" Kendall cheered, holding out a massive plastic pumpkin filled with Snickers and Laffy Taffys, "take as much as ya want! Firs' come firs' serve!" His clothed lover had to giggle at the utter cuteness contrasting with the dominance from earlier. "Now, what day is it?"
"HALLOWEEEEEEN!"
"Hey! That's right! Alright, happy Halloween, you guys! Make sure ya share some with yer moms!" Of course he was met with none-too-convincing cackles of 'We will!' "Be safe!"
"THANK YOUUU!"
"Bye-bye, mister!" yelled a mermaid.
Kendall laughed and waved. "Bye bye." When he looked up, though, he was met with two very disapproving female glares.
"Don't you think," the red-haired mom started, "that you could be a little more discreet?"
"I mean, really, exposure of…whatever it was you were doing, in front of children?"
"Not to mention strangers in general."
*Pft* Kendall shrugged and looked back at his Thumper, who was unsurprisingly reddening like a ripening strawberry. The blonde turned back to the parents, answer already on his lips. "What can I say? I tricked him a little, then treated him a whole lot." waggling his eyebrows.
The mothers let out disgusted responses and followed their children to the mini-van. It left him to Logan's wrath. "Really Kendall? Really?"
He locked the door. "They interrupted snuggle-time. They deserved it."
"But it's a holiday."
"Oh fine."He linked their hands on the way back to the den. "Holiday snuggle time."