AUTHOR'S NOTE: It's been a while. I've apologized for doing it so many times and yet here we are, staring each other down with knowing smiles. I knew that I had to update after the KCAs, though. I figure we can afford to take our minds away from real life for a little while.

I hope that you all enjoy, and as always, I'm so grateful that you're still here -wasting time with me in this world.

"But no seriously I'm like so fucking hungry."

"MR. KNIGHT! DEAR LORD."

"Whoa…" Kendall leaned back in his chair, tilting it on its rear pegs. The plastic creaked under his weight, but he was sure enough of himself that he didn't mind. "Jonesie. " His eyebrows raised. "You can call me 'Kendall'. I feel like we've reached that point, yanno?"

Mrs. Jones purpled in the face. She was too aggravated to stay calm, but much too hesitant in the gangster's presence to act differently. "Kendall." She sniffed. "Would it be too encumbering on your day to refrain from interrupting mine? I'm in the middle of a lesson."

Kendall blinked. "What lesson?"

"Chapter eight, lesson four."

"Chapter eight, lesson four." Mrs. Jones repeated, unaware of Logan's whispered aid to the boy with which she was losing patience. "Must we continue this conversation, or may I get back to teaching?" Her ruler smacked the board.

The criminal looked from his lover to his phone, then back at the brunette boy with a smile. "Looks like I got some time before school's over. Want somethin'? I'll bring it back fer ya. Kinda getting' bored a lesson cuatro anyway." He winked.

Logan's nose tinted pink. He couldn't keep his heart from melting when Kendall pulled out the classic traits of a charmer. The same would happen whenever he would open his car door or pull out his chair – sometimes when they were done eating and Logan was still in the chair, but the gesture won him over nonetheless. "A sandwich would be nice."

Kendall was still smiling, and leaned in to the other in his playful mood. "What kind of sandwich?"

"I—"

"Jonesie!" Kendall nearly whined, turning reluctantly to the front of the room. "You're interrupting Logan!" He pursed his lips. "Kinda rude, don't'ch'ya think?"

Her eyes narrowed. "Mr.—Kendall."

The addressed chose to ignore her in favor of a small boy. "What kind?"

"Uh…" His eyes danced to his professor briefly, but he knew that everything would settle quicker as soon as Kendall was satisfied. "Turkey and avocado, if the place that you're going to has it."

He winked. "Anything fer you. Later, cuteness." The blonde leaned forward and pecked him on the cheek before grinding his chair against the linoleum. Once again, he chose to ignore the woman folding her arms at the front of the classroom. He patted himself, smiling when his right breast pocket jingled from his keys. "And my….phone. Okay. Bye Jonesie." He waved. "Sorry I couldn't stay an' chat. Next time maybe we could talk about the Russian Revolution." A wink. "That was pretty cool."

The door was already closing behind him, but Kendall could hear a deadpanned voice following him through the hallway. "This is math class, Kendall."

Mm, not a personal favorite, the fighter mused on his way out.

Within room 247, Mrs. Jones sighed as she rubbed her hands down her weathered face. "Mr. Mitchell."

Logan gulped. "Y-Yes, Mrs. Jones?"

She picked up her marker and returned to scribing last night's toughest problems on the board. "You're lucky that you're my favorite student I've had in years."

Logan chose to simply nod and calculate number seventeen in front of the class.

"Hey babe."

"Yes, Kendall?"

"Can I ask ya a question?"

"You may."

"Mmkay." Kendall strolled to his desk and set the laminates in front of Logan. Leaning over him, he started to gesture at the maps of their local counties. "Okay. So, I have this food mart scoped out here, right? And it's in Duluth so it's like perfect fer shippin purposes."

There it was again. Logan had always wondered the specifics of how Kendall made his money, but asking him to lay it all out for him wasn't a pleasant thought. For one, he suspected that there was an added sense of danger to holding specific information pertinent to Kendall's line of work. For another, Logan wasn't entirely sure that he wanted to know. Due to stereotype, all of his talks of "shipments" and "dealers" led Logan to believe he was in the drug business. What foiled his theory, on the other hand, was that drug dealers usually dipped into their product, and he's been close enough to Kendall for such an extended period that he would have noticed by now. He had to have. He was an aspiring physician, after all.

"…But this arcade is, like, super cool, yanno?"

He did a double-take. "What? I'm sorry."

"An arcade. Dude do you know how profitable those things can get? With the right advertising, people'll storm in there! I can sell it as, like, a nice place fer kids ta go ta stay outta trouble on the weekends. Parents eat that shit up."

"Would…it…be?"

A scrunched face and shrugged shoulders. "Oh yeah I'd make it safe. Fuckin' awful PR if it turned inta some kinda sex club er somethin'. That's a whole different business."

Are you in that business? "Well, the location is alright. It's a few blocks away from the mall, which is already pulling in your desired demographic."

"Zactly. Yer so smart babe." He kissed him on the temple. "But so yeah. I dunno, I haven't bought property in a while, and to be honest I don't even have that much compared to like, big names out there. Like that Mexican gang in Texas? Holy shit. You don't know till ya know, yanno?"

Logan couldn't help but smile. "You get really excited when you talk about this sort of thing. I hope you realize that."

"Oh yeah." He propped himself against his desk. "It's my passion. Like you, you're meant to be a doctor." He shrugged. "I'm meant ta enterprise."

"Ahh…" Logan hummed. "Enterprise. Which makes the money."

Kendall smirked. "Precisely." He pushed himself away from the wood and gathered his maps. "Can't buy my pretty baby pretty things unless I can pay fer it."

He snorted. "You could always steal it."

The blonde turned back from his stroll in the hallway. The mock-shock and awe that he put on made him feel like a blowup doll that he had used once. That was a dark time; The Drought of No Acceptable Ass had almost lasted a full week. "Me?! Logie!" He waved his hand and slouched. "Nah, I don't gotta steal shit anymore. By the way, you smell really good, baby."

"Oh!" Logan perked up. "Thank you!"

"Yeah baby." A pat to the doorframe and he was tromping down the stairs.

Kendall fell into bed with a groan. "Ugh. God. Damn."

His boyfriend peeled his eyes way from Montaigne's biography in order to give him a once-over. "Are you alright?"

"These guys. Ughhhhhh."

"What guys?"

"These guys. They're, like, huge." The gangster spread his bruised arms apart to emphasize his point.

The same act allowed Logan to spot every new mark on Kendall's chest and stomach. One laceration, five bruises, drying blood: nothing particularly out of the ordinary. "Have you cleaned that cut yet?"

"Wha—" The guy was exhausted, and his movements showed it. He craned his head in a gentle manner so as not to irritate the sore muscles. He looked at the slice that was crusting adjacent the "O" in his boyfriend's name. "Oh, that? It's jus a scratch." His head thumped against his pillow.

"Kendall, it's as long as my index finger."

"S'not deep though."

"Mmhm." Logan closed his book and set it next to his highlighter and mug on the beside table. Turning back to the fighter, he caught him struggling with his pants as he was trying to minimalize his movements. Grimy and pathetic as the large guy was at this point, Logan still loved to look at him. Something about the dance that his muscles did under his skin made Logan's chest warm, and it traveled down to his fingertips as well. "Need help?"

"I think I—"

"Here." Logan drew back his covers. Giggling at the smirk he was receiving, he crawled until he could easily tug at the brute's pants. Kendall was sweaty, despite the January cold. The brunette could see that his oxblood boxers were damp. Not only that, but he smelled a bit ripe. "Quite the workout, I take it?"

The addressed was running a dirty hand over his chest. "Mmhm." Lazy green eyes followed doctor's fingers as they worked his pants away from his feet.

"There." Logan huffed. "Now. We need to clean that cut." Actually, we need to clean your entire life.

"Really?"

"Yes."

"Now?"

"Yes."

"Okay."

"Yes." The bunny smiled down at him before shuffling to the bathroom. After a decent amount of nagging, he had convinced Kendall to keep the most basic of first-aid supplies in his home. Kendall had insisted that he did in fact keep those things, but when Logan had asked to see the stash – he might have used the term "imaginary" – the blonde had to admit that he hadn't purchased any of those things in 'a while.' The brunette had made sure to pack a custom kit for his boyfriend the next time he went to his house. "My big tough guy."

"Yeppers. And you're my little guy." Kendall gestured in the general direction of the bathroom. "With a cute. Little. Ass."

"So complimentary, we are." The brunette hummed over the sink. He extricated a sterile pad and doused it with saline solution, hoping that he wouldn't drip too much of it onto Kendall's black Armani sheets. Let me get a towel and put it under him. He kept the pad folded in his right hand so as to avoid making a mess. It took him 10 paces across the tiled floor before he could stop at the closet on the left. Those were the bath towels that he needed, though he may have to come back to the other cabinet if he ended up soaking the bed.

"BABY?"

He is so irresistible at all times. He's disgusting and adorable. Logan shook his head in his amusement. "I'm going to need you to roll over a tad." The rabbit nudged him with his fist as it clamped around the towel. "Come on."

"What's a 'tad' again?" The taller whined. He shifted against Logan, waiting to be mothered. He should've just showered before he got in bed; he knew the routine. His Logie sees blood? His Logie cleans blood up. "I jus' wanna cuddle, Thumpster."

"And develop a ghastly infection that leads to further pain and atrocity?"

"Doesn't seem too bad."

Once he got the towel tucked and spread to his liking, his chocolate eyes did one last check just to make sure that he hadn't missed anything. "Ha. Ha," came the dry smile. Kendall's body tried to wriggle away from the wet-cold of the pad, but he didn't have far to go with Logan blocking his way. "If it makes you feel any better, we're sort of cuddling right now."

The blonde assessed the arms that he had wrapped around Logan's leg. "Maybe. Maybe not. You can't judge me," he teased.

A laugh. "I'm not judging you. You know I just worry." Most of the blood was gone. "If I can do something to prevent you from falling apart, I will."

Kendall chuckled into the pillow. Goddamn, you already have. "Yeah?"

He was still dabbing. "Of course."

The large guy wasn't sure if the other realized that he was stroking his thumb over his own name. He looked up at him, took in how concentrated he was, and smiled. "Yer gonna be a great doctor, yanno."

Logan stilled. "I—wh—well….well thank you! Thank you, Kendall." His lips were stretched back in as big of a grin as his face could give.

"Oh please, like it's a surprise." He loved how Logan jumped whenever he would squeeze his thighs. "Yer such a nice smarty-farty."

He blushed. "That is what all of the top-ranking med schools look for in their applicants."

"Mmhm." Kendall ran his hand up Logan's inseam. "Ya almost done?"

"No."

He whined. "Logiiiiie. Well what else do you have to do?"

"Cover it with a dry sterile pad for the night."

"Ugh."

"I'm almost done, grumpy gills."

It was true. Five minutes later, Kendall had Logan spooned into his chest. He was laying on the pad that Logan was so worried about, but he figured that he had spent so much time on it that it should be fine to lay on. It wasn't like he hadn't bled himself to sleep before.

"Well you know what's really fun is seeing what they do."

Logan's head fell back as he laughed, the darkness and big screen casting stark shadows on his cheeks and neck. "Kendall!" He tried to whisper. "You can't be serious."

"I am!" He didn't try to whisper. "How the fuck am I supposed to enjoy my movie that I fuckin' paid twelve dollars for if I got thirteen year-olds suckin' face?"

"So you throw popcorn at them?"

"Well yeah." He smiled and shrugged. "Figure it's outta courtesy ta the people who gotta clean up after. If I dumped my soda on 'em it'd be all sticky everywhere."

He considered it. "Alright touché. You did pick the better option."

"Thank you." He settled his arm over the back of the brunette's chair. "So. Come here often?"

"Don't make me dump this popcorn over your head, Kendall."

He snickered. M'jus' teasin'. So hey," he gave him as gentle of an elbow as he could. "You sure yer okay with me goin away this weekend, right?"

Logan's mouth twitched. Even though he would miss his boyfriend for three days, it wasn't like he had to go to school without him again. Kendall was adamant about that. And that's exactly what he told him.

He nodded. "I appreciate it. I don't like bein' away from my baby," he pouted at him, earning a giggle, "but it's jus one'a those business things yanno? If I don't meet with the guy in person, not only would the down payment not get paid, since apparently I can't get anyone ta do anything right, but it also makes me look weak like I can't even sign my own fuckin' papers. It's actually pretty ridiculous when you look at it."

"It sounds like it."

Kendall took him in: the blue glow emphasizing the whites of his eyes, the soft strands of hair, his enchanting little laugh. "I'm gonna miss you."

"M'gonna miss you, too."

His thumb was stoking his shoulder. "Whatchya gonna do on Saturday?"

"Mm, you know I'm not sure. I'll have my Environment project finished by then, so I may just walk to the library to find a good book to read."

Two men sitting in front of them gave each other a look.

Kendall nodded. "That sounds fun."

He threw his head back again and cackled.

"What?"

"Your face! Your face! Kendall, you are so sweet." Logan leaned up to kiss his boyfriend as he quickly as he could in this public place. He didn't want to look like a hormone-crazed middle-schooler. "You hate books."

"Not true!" He waved his finger around. "I like the occasional read!"

"You mean those sex books and gun magazines?"

"Yes. As a matter of fact, those were the exact pieces of literature I was talking about."

He was grinning. "Uh-huh."

Kendall was just laughing and shaking his head as he lifted the armrest. "Smug little bastard."

"Oh no, now what are you up to?"

He scooted close enough until he could easily fit his head into the crook of Logan's shoulder. "Nothin' much."

"Oh, n—Kendall!" The large guy was sucking that certain spot underneath of his jaw. Whenever he flicked his tongue at it, Logan felt his eyes roll back. "B—"

He shrugged. "So I'm a middle-schooler."

Logan was pouring his skim milk into his cereal when he got his morning text message. It was 7:53 a.m. on a Saturday, and his boyfriend was awake. He just shook his head, fond of how – notwithstanding the career path itself – motivated the love of his life was to be successful. It was admirable in some aspects.

Capping the milk, he licked his lips and unlocked the screen.

If u need me lemme know. I love you Loges ;*

He smiled to himself and closed the fridge. "He is one black knight." He padded back to the barstool and resumed his Raisin Bran, typing back a quick response.

I should be fine (reading REAL BOOKS). Good luck :* I love you, too, Kendall.

Logan chewed and pondered, wondering which genre he should search. He liked the idea of mystery; his mind could use a small workout. Perhaps he wanted to escape in fantasy and fight dragons behind an antagonist. Or even h—

At the phone vibration, his eyebrows scrunched together. Usually he's done after that. I thought that he would surely be on his motorcy…cle…..oh, Kendall.

If his parents had been home, he would have deleted the picture immediately and stowed his phone safely in his to avoid curious eyes. But since he had no chance of being caught, he could giggle at his silly bad boy, who was smirking in a selfie (he had been taught the terminology) with his flaccid man-parts hanging out of his pants.

Ridiculous ;) he typed back.

The bowl went in the sink and the boy went up the stairs, having yet to get dressed for the day. He chose a powder blue polo to match his khakis, and a large, dirty, charcoal hoodie to keep him warm on his stroll. He didn't mind the weather, really. The excuse to wear Kendall's large clothes out of his house was more than welcome.

House locked and…we're off! Hmm…I may scan the sci-fi section briefly before I make my final decision…I suppose that I could check out two books if I can't make a choice…it's not like I wouldn't be able to finish them both by tonight. The boy had a bounce in his step. He was excited to find a new novel. He was also excited to get his mind off of worrying about Kendall. It really was a superfluous habit; worrying wouldn't keep the almost-man away from his passions. He seemed to know what he was doing. He had those street smarts.

Logan liked to believe that he had street smarts as well. When he came to the crosswalk, he looked left, then right, and then left again. No cars were coming, so he could cross. He knew what was up.

Yet he didn't think to listen for footsteps.

The rabbit was two blocks away from his local library when his suspicions arose. He had tripped over a crack in the sidewalk – looks like dorkdom never fades – and had decided that he needed to glance back in order to scold the concrete. That was when he noticed a burgundy Oldsmobile pacing him from a few houses away.

The brunette frowned. Odd. He picked up his pace, just wanting to make it to the building. Now that he was aware of the car, though, he could hear it speeding to match him again.

I don't like this.

His little legs took him farther, arms swinging stiffly at his sides. He just wanted to find his book and sit on the couch. He just wanted to feel safe.

At this point in time, he really just wanted Kendall.

Wait…where's the noise now? His muscles relaxed when he could confirm that the car's exhaust had in fact subsided. They must have just been lost. Logan puffed his breath, seeing it in the cold. He was always getting too wound up over nothings: things that he couldn't control. There was a possibility that his hypersensitivity was coming from his lack of bodyguard. Added to the less-than-perfect day he had had the last time that Kendall needed to execute certain duties, he could admit to himself that he was a gun-shy. It was all right, really. He was really okay as long as he didn't let himself get too inside of his own head. Sometimes a genius's brain was too strong for its own good, and it could end up creating false realities.

But the footsteps told him much different.

"Hey cutie."