Kendall's P.O.V.
He was moaning quietly. It was making my head fuzzy. Watching him ride my dick, on top of me didn't help clear my head from the moans, but I honestly didn't care. I also didn't care if we were loud. I was so wrapped up in watching him take control of our love making, I forgot why we had to be quiet. I just let him bounce on me, as he locked our hands together and put his head back moaning a little louder. I raised my legs just a little and pulled on his hands, making him fall forward. I took over quickly, as I thrust hard into him making him fall forward hard, letting my hands go. I felt one go between our bodies and start to stroke himself, while the other rested on my shoulder. I grabbed ahold of his ass cheeks and pushed and pulled him off and on my dick as his mouth attached to the nape of my neck. He bit down gently as he groaned even louder, making me squeeze my eyes shut hard and hit into him harder. His mouth moved slowly, but fiercely up to my ear where he moaned sensually into it. "I'm gonna come." I opened my eyes letting his left side go and reached up fast for his face. I grabbed it and put it in front of mine. We locked eyes before he pushed into me hard, kissing me just as hard. I groaned into his mouth as I pushed my hand up, through his hair, tugging gently. He sort of whimpered in my kiss and pulled away from my mouth shoving his face into the pillow below my head. I heard him moan loud and felt my body start to quiver as I felt my balls tingle. I continued to hit into him, however, knowing I was pushing him through an intense orgasm. I felt his hot cum hit my stomach and listened to him continued to moan in the pillow. I was going to eventually cum as well, but I found it more magical to do it after he did. When his hand on my shoulder moved to the pillow by my head and he pushed himself up, panting and cursing quietly, eyes closed, I knew I could let go. I flipped us fast, not caring about the mess he made, or that he was worn out. I put him on his back, him groaning because I was still inside him, and got up on my knees. I grabbed around the back of his thighs and pushed his legs up looking down. I moaned loud as I watched my dick slide out and then slam back in. I put my head back and started a fast, hard rhythm, without showing any mercy. I again forgot why in the world we would need to be quiet, and as I rammed into him, he didn't seem to care either. I felt him rub my arms and groan with each hit inside, until I was cumming, convulsing and cursing all at the same time. I fell over top of him hard putting my face in his neck, breathing out hard as I hit inside him, feeling the cum leave me, and go into the condom still on me. His hands quickly ran up my arms and rubbed up and down my back, and through my messy hair a few times as he kissed the side of my face softly. "That was great babe." I pushed hard into one last time, making him groan out loud in my ear and let his arms fall down off my body. I opened my eyes, not remembering when I closed them and gently let his legs go. They quickly fell down around my body over his and I pushed myself up, while pulling out of him. He groaned arching his back and I watched his face the whole time as I pulled out slowly. When I was out of him, he lowered his back and groaned rubbing a hand over his face, and up through his hair. I quickly rolled the condom off me and jumped off the bed going right to the bathroom. I tossed the used condom into the trash can and grabbed a hanging washcloth walking to the sink. I flipped on the light as I looked up at myself in the mirror. I smirked as I turned on the faucet and wet the cloth. I had hickeys, bite marks and random scratches on my arms, neck and chest. Even with my tattoo's I could see where Logan had left his marks on me. I looked down to my stomach and brought the wash cloth up to it, wiping off his semen on my body. When it was clean I cleaned off the wash cloth and glanced over my shoulder to the bedroom. Logan was still lying flat on his back, sort of at an angle. I walked out to him slowly and gently tossed the wash cloth to him. He jumped slightly, raising his head off the bed and smiled. "Thanks." I nodded walking right to my nightstand and bent over slightly, turning on the light. When it came on, I grabbed the first thing I saw. My watch. I slipped it on quick, standing back up straight and looked at the alarm clock. 8:47. We slept late. "Fuck…I don't think I can walk." I turned to Logan who was now sitting up and working on trying to pull himself off the high bed.
"Where do you need to walk too?" He gave me a stink eye as he slipped down the side, groaning as soon as his feet touched the ground. "That's what you get for waking me up with a blow job. Don't awaken the beast if you don't want to play." He smacked my back as he walked to the bathroom, groaning with each step. I smirked, feeling proud of myself as I turned walking to my dresser. "What's the game plan for today?"
"Finishing Gabe's room. That paint should have dried overnight. And then we will start my office. If that's alright." I nodded to myself as I opened the top drawer and pulled out a pair of boxers. "Also…I didn't realize this yesterday when we packed up my apartment, but I brought all my kitchen stuff here. I can go donate all of it today when I go get Gabe some new clothes." I chuckled as I stepped into my boxers just as he came walking out of the bathroom, toothbrush hanging from his mouth. He grinned at me though as he went to start brushing his teeth and walk to his bag of clothes on the ground by my dresser. However, I stopped him, grabbing his arm softly.
"How about we go through all of it, mix some of your stuff in with mine and donate the rest. You don't have to throw out your whole life Logan." He blushed nodding and I let him go as I walked to my closet. "I know before Gabe went to bed last night, he was asking if we could go to the beach today. I think it's going to be high 90's but he seems to really want to go." I glanced over my shoulder biting my bottom lip seeing him bent over, digging through his duffle. "Or you and I can lock ourselves in here all day and I can make sure you can't walk." He stood up fast and turned still brushing his teeth but now holding clothes. I grinned big, wiggling my eyebrows making him shake his head and walk back to the bathroom. "I'll take your silence as a yes." I grabbed a pair of black jeans and pulled them on fast hearing him spit out his toothpaste. I then grabbed a dark red muscle tank and pulled it on, walking back to my nightstand.
"You promised you'd make breakfast this morning. French toast and all." I nodded slipping my phone into my back pocket turning to him. He had on a pair of black shorts on and was just finishing up zipping them up. He walked to my dresser, opened up the second drawer reaching in. "Also…I think since we live together, I should show you how to do Gabe's insulin since he is still too afraid to do it by himself. Just in case I'm not here or something." I walked up behind him and watched him pull on a shirt of mine, a plain white one, two sized too big. When he turned around he jumped but frowned looking up at me. Before he could say anything, I bent slightly, grabbing around the back of his legs. I threw him over my shoulder and turned walking to our bedroom door fast. He sighed behind me, putting his hands on my butt, squeezing softly.
When we got out to the living room, I slowed down and gently set him on the ground letting him walk in before me. I followed close still and smiled big. Curled up in a blanket, sitting up with a plastic cup of juice in his hand, was Gabe. His eyes were glued to the flat screen, with some cartoon on it. Logan walked to him quick and got in front of the TV. "Good morning." Gabe looked up fast and started to pull the blanket off himself.
"Morning daddy! I got myself some juice already!" Gabe raised the plastic blue cup and Logan grabbed it quick before it spilled out everywhere. Gabe then jumped off the couch, grabbing Logan's arm and pulled on him. When they got to me, Gabe grabbed me with his other hand and pulled me to. I frowned at Logan who shrugged, smiling small taking a sip of the juice. "Look what I did!" Gabe pulled us to the kitchen and I sort of tensed up. I didn't want to even imagine what a 7-year-old would do in my expensive kitchen but knew it would be nothing that would make me too mad. And as Gabe let us go by the sink, and my mouth fell open, I realized how good having these two in my life, would be. Up on the counters, were all of the kitchen stuff from Logan's apartment. Separated, I could tell, by the use of each thing. Logan gently set the cup of juice on the counter by the stove and reached out grabbing a stackable collection of colored mixing bowls, shaking his head. "I unpacked daddy! Now you and Mr. Kendall can take me to the beach!" I chuckled but covered it quick when Logan turned to me. I stepped forward fast putting a hand on his shoulder. "Can we go? Please?!" Logan turned back to Gabe who was standing in front of us, hands together like he was praying, his bottom lip sticking out far. I chuckled again and pushed into Logan, taking the bowls from him.
"How about this?" I wrapped around Logan tight and made him look at me. "I make breakfast while you decide if we go to the beach or not." Logan breathed out hard and again glanced around the whole kitchen.
"Gabe…" Gabe jumped to us fast and wrapped around both our legs, squeezing tight. Logan rolled his eyes, a smile appearing on his face as he looked at me.
"Please daddy! Please?! I'll unpack more boxes!" Logan chuckled and ran a hand through his son's hair, making him look up at us.
"We'll make breakfast, eat, and maybe clean up the kitchen. And then we'll go to the beach." Gabe jumped back and threw up his hands turning fast.
"Yay!" Gabe ran out of the kitchen and hurried to the stairs. I laughed the whole way as I watched him run up the stairs, pulling his body hard by the handle.
"Jesus Christ…I have too much shit Kendall." Logan walked further down the counter and I smirked placing the bowls down in their original spot. "Also…my kid is not stupid. He knows I told him last night we can't go swimming until the house is clean. I wouldn't be surprised if he had his whole room set up already." I laughed walking to my fridge and pulled it open fast. "Speaking of my kid…" I grabbed a container of eggs, a gallon of milk and a stick of butter turning fast. I kicked the door shut softly and raised an eyebrow as Logan squatted down in front of a box blocking my pantry and started to break it down. "He is turning 8 next Saturday." He glanced up at me as I walked by and I smiled big.
"No way." Logan laughed nodding and standing up. He placed the broken-down box, under his arm and leaned against the counter as I pushed some of his things to the side to place the food down. "Did you already have plans for a party or something like that?" He shook his head looking out around the full, messy kitchen. "Okay…you want to do something then? Maybe have a party here?" He turned his head slowly to me, and I swear after a few minutes it looked like he was going to start crying. I cleared my throat gently and walked to him, making him put his head down. I stopped right in front of him and set my right hand on his chest, while the left took the box out from under his arm. "Or not." He laughed shaking his head and tucked his fingers into the waist band of my jeans tugging.
"What am I supposed to tell Gabe, about Chris? About why he isn't with us?" I moved in fast and kissed the top of his head closing my eyes. "Every birthday Chris would bake a cake for Gabe. He'd make him a huge dinner, of his favorite food, and then every night before he went to bed, we'd sit up in his room and play with all his toys, with him. Me and Chris and Gabe. He's going to expect that." I pulled away from his head fast and reached up, tucking a finger under his chin. When he looked up at me we locked eyes and smiled big.
"I am never, ever going to try to replace Chris." He shifted a little and tugged on me again. Our bodies touched, and I chuckled. "But I can paint a mean animal face on little kids. I can grill pretty well, and we have the beautiful ocean out back. We will do everything in our power to give that little boy the best 8th birthday party ever. And if Chris comes up, we tell him his poppa couldn't make it. But that he loves him and want's him to be happy." Logan's arms quickly wrapped around my body and he shoved his face in my neck sighing out hard.
"Stop be so perfect." It was a whisper that made me blush, but also made me feel very happy. "I will make some calls to his little friend's parents and let them know. And thank you." I gently dropped the box and wrapped around his shoulders, put my chin on top of his head, and sighed out hard.
"Just tell me what type of food he likes…what his favorite color is and how many people will be here, and we'll plan the best birthday party." He nodded against me kissing onto the skin on my neck making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up straight. "You wanna help me make breakfast?" I pulled away slowly and to my surprise watched him shake his head. I frowned making him laugh and push on me, on my chest.
"No. You promised you'd make it. And I gotta do something about your…" he paused and then smirked. "Our kitchen." I laughed but nodded picking the box back up off the ground. I turned to the counter that had the ingredients I already pulled out and started to walk back to it, just as there were four sharp knocks to my front door. I groaned walking past the counter and walked up the two steps to get to my front door. I tried to see who it was through the glass windows, but my new solid wood door, was too wide. I gently tossed the box I was still holding to an arm chair and unlocked the front door, pulling it open fast. I deflated just seeing James and Carlos and stepped back, offering them inside.
"Morning dude. I…"
"James has something to tell you. And ask you." I froze as James remained on the doorstep and Carlos shoved past him, walking in. I watched Carlos disappear and finally turned back to James who was glaring at the spot Carlos just disappeared into my house.
"Interesting." I leaned against my door watching James turn slowly and look back out to my driveway shaking his head. "Let me take a shot in the dark here…" I walked out of the house, leaving the door open and gently pushed him to the two chairs on the porch, sitting down next to him hard. "You finally told Carlos you have to go to D.C. for training, and he isn't taking it well?" James laughed leaning forward on his knees, rubbing his face.
"Yeah that came up but that's not why he's upset." He quickly sat back raising his left foot to his right knee and locked his hands behind his head looking right at me. "They gave me the option. I can go to D.C. and train there for 8 weeks, which more likely than not, would turn into a full-time residency. Or I can stay here and be the head of the California branch and continue to work cases. With my partner." I chuckled and looked out to my front yard.
"And you told him D.C., right?" When James stayed quiet I snapped to him quick and laughed again. "I retired remember? I have a new life with a great guy and a sweet little boy who I am going to take care of." He nodded slowly, still looking at me, hands still locked behind his head. "I am retired. I have been retired for one-week James. One week."
"And all I'm asking is for you to come back, just until I can find a partner just as good as you."
"I thought you said there was no partner as good as him?" Both James and I turned to the door fast hearing Logan's voice. I swallowed hard starting to stand, but Logan shook his head, walking out to me quick. "What were you planning on doing during this retirement?" Logan pushed me back on the chair and sat on my lap fast, wrapping an arm around my neck. I laughed out looking back to James who was smiling small at Logan. "If you think you can't go back…because of Gabe and I, please don't." His hand ran through my hair as James turned to me smile gone. "Part of the reason I find you so attractive is because of how protective you are. And how safe you make me, and my son feel. I bet the reason you're like that, is because of working for the C.I.A." I looked up at Logan and set a hand on his thigh forcing him to look down at me. "But it shouldn't be my choice, and it shouldn't be something your friend forces you to do." I saw James sit up tall, but Logan raised a hand. "I'm not talking about you. I know at least half the reason Carlos is upset. He trusts Kendall with your life. He shouldn't be allowed to force either of you to do anything." James sat back looking down to his lap. I rubbed Logan's thigh and he looked back at me, raising his hand, setting it on my cheek. "You've been amazing to me in the almost two weeks we've been together. I want the chance to be amazing back. If that means supporting any decision you make, I'm willing to do just that." I turned back to James fast and sighed out shaking my head.
"Let me just take another shot in the dark here." James looked up, eyebrows raised, and I smirked. "Do we already have a new mission?" James laughed and put his head back giving two loud, fake laughs. I looked back up at Logan who was grinning big, down at me. "We are still going to be throwing that amazing birthday party for Gabe. I promise."
Not gonna lie…the reason I haven't updated as fast as before is because I've been re-watching Big Time Rush on Hulu. I just finished it about two hours ago. And had a pathetic cry fest over the last like 7 minutes so my bad. The good news, however, is now I have no distractions! And I'll be updating every day, maybe twice a day on my good days! Thanks for reading and liking it so far!
P.S. Each chapter will be a different P.O.V. Just a heads up.
