Yo. As some of you might know, this account was originally wassupshortyshotz-btrlover but under the influence of LaceyDean, I changed it to this much shorter, much more boring name. Yay.
Anyways, I haven't written a story in a while, but I tried my best :)
So the idea of this story came up when this boy from my lessons simply REFUSED to shut up, no matter what the teacher did. So yeah. I really hope you enjoy.
This story was written for Big Time Rush One shot day on February 6, 2012.
Make Me Happy
Kendall Knight simply was not shutting up.
Logan had tried everything. He moved the boy from seat to seat a billion times, he threatened to send him to the principal, and he even tried to bribe the boy into shutting up.
But the boy absolutely refused to. His motor mouth worked overtime, talking to everyone possible, until Logan was sure that it was just to annoy him. So he gave up.
He was sitting at his desk, head in his arms, and while the rest of the class was somewhat quiet, doing their work, Kendall continued his chatting at the back of the class. Sure, Logan taught Math, a subject that almost everyone hated, but he at least expected some respect.
His resolve and patience shattered as Kendall and his friends burst out laughing at the back of the classroom. He stood up, and walked over to the group.
'Hi guys,' he greeted them cheerily, as if he had come to join the conversation. 'I've just come to inform Mr Knight that he has detention for a week.'
With that, he walked away, and sat back down by his desk, hoping that Kendall would finally be quiet. His head had started to pound mildly and his eyes were burning him from staying up late the night before to prepare for the class. He had only begun teaching for a week, and the consequences of annoying children had already begun to take effect.
'Mr Mitchell.'
Logan jumped as Kendall appeared next to him. 'Please, I'm sorry. I can't take detention. I'll do anything else to make up for it. Anything. You want me to wash your car or-'
Logan started in surprise. This boy was simply unbelievable. He looked up at him, to see if he were serious, and was shocked. The boy had a look of near-panic on him. For a second, Logan was ready to forgive him, but a laugh from the back of the class reminded him of the blonde's troublesome ways.
'I'm sorry. You'll have to come to detention. There's no way out of that.'
'But- but sir! I have to pick up my sister and carry her home,' Kendall stuttered out, his voice full of horror. 'My parents would be mad and-'
Logan was tired. He was exhausted. And Kendall was only adding to his problems, and his headache, which had begun a dull pound in his head.
'You will have fifteen minutes to tell your sister that she had to get a drop home, and call your parents and tell them you have detention. Or you could bring her here and make her suffer with you. Detention is only an hour, and there's five days in a week. Surely you can spare five hours of the day to be a good boy, can't you?'
'But-,' Kendall started again, but finally realizing that it was hopeless, he groaned, frustrated, and stomped away.
...
DETENTION
Logan entered the classroom, ready for an hour of boredom. He sat at his desk, and saw Kendall at the back of the classroom, head in his arms.
Logan sighed and pulled out a random Math book from his drawer and began reading it. Suddenly, a soft whimper came from the back of the classroom. It was so soft, barely perceptible, but Logan knew he'd heard it. Another one, then a sniffle.
Was Kendall crying? That was impossible. Logan closed the book softly and tiptoed over to Kendall's seat. Muffled sobs leaked through Kendall's folded arms. Logan was shocked. Why was Kendall crying?
'Kendall?' Logan whispered softly, crouching to the boy's level. 'What's wrong?'
'N- no- nothing,' the boy stammered out.
'Kendall,' Logan repeated, more sternly.
The boy looked up, and Logan's heart broke to see his tear-filled face. Logan stood up, pulled a chair next to Kendall and sat on it.
'Why are you crying?'
Kendall shook his head, and sniffled. When he talked, his voice was broken. 'I don't wanna talk about it.'
Logan knew he shouldn't, but he pressed further. 'Is it because I gave you detention? Are you scared for your sister? What is it, Kendall? Tell me, maybe I can help you.'
Again, Kendall shook his head. 'You can't help me. I can't even help myself.' This time his voice was stronger, with an undercurrent of bitterness.
'What-', Logan started, but Kendall cut him off.
'How old are you, Mr Mitchell?' He asked.
Logan heart jumped. Maybe he was getting through to Kendall. Maybe he could help him? Whatever he was going through, Logan was sure there was a way out of it.
'Call me Logan. And I'm nineteen. Why?'
Kendall smirked. 'You're so young, Mr Mi- Logan.' The smirk disappeared and a look of anxiety crossed his face. 'Did you- were you ever afraid of going home?'
Logan frowned. It couldn't be what he thought it was. Could it?
'Uh, no. I was rather nerdy child. I never did anything wrong.'
Kendall's face fell, and Logan practically freaked out. He could sense the boy shutting back in, his walls going back up. Clearly he needed someone to talk to, and for some reason or the other, Logan wanted it to be him.
'Why are you afraid, Kendall? You can tell me anything. You can trust me. I promise. '
And that was it. Logan could practically feel the gratitude emanating from Kendall. As he'd thought, the boy only wanted someone to confide in, someone he trusted.
'My father died when I was five.'
That was it? Logan wanted to slap himself, but he didn't. It wasn't until Kendall took a deep breath, he realized that the story wasn't finished.
'He had this terrible car accident. Absolutely horrifying. The car was in shreds afterwards. A tractor had run into him, then a truck and then a whole lot of other things happened. I don't like to talk about it. Anyways, the night before, he was talking to me about being in love. I was five years, but I remember his words clearly. 'You'll always fall in love, Kendall. There's no way out of it once you're in it. Because being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. You can't help who you fall in love with. And don't try to push it away. Take it and run with it.' Then he took my hand and said, 'Take care of your mother, K-dog. No matter where I go, what I do, take care of her. Love her enough to always want to please her, to always want to make her proud. Do you promise me?'
A tear slipped out Kendall's eye, and Logan wanted so badly to put his hand around Kendall's shoulders and comfort him, but the blonde was stiff, and Logan suspected that if he touched him, it would result in some kind of violence.
'It was as if he knew he was going to die. Then, three years after, I was eight, and my mother remarried to some dickhead that looked like Frankenstein. He was nice at first, until after my mother became pregnant with Katie. Then he acted like he owned us. He was a total and complete bitch. But he didn't really pay attention to me. It was my mother he abused. There came a time when she wasn't even allowed to talk to me. He possessed her completely. He forced her to sign over the house, the car, and the belongings to him, so even if we ran away, we'd have nothing. He a complete ass to us, but to Katie, he was an angel. But even Katie hated him. I tried my best to stop him from beating my mother, but he was stronger than me. I was the weak one. I broke my promise to my daddy.'
Logan wanted to touch Kendall so bad, offer the comfort he needed, but the blond continued with the story.
'And when I was thirteen, I realized I was gay. I'd watch women, trying my best to see what other men see in them, but I'd always be turned off by those disgusting looking boobs.' He shuddered. 'I tried to hide it, but I was in the park with my boyfriend at the time, and knowing that Frankenstein doesn't come to the park, I held his hand freely. But one of his old cronies saw me and reported back to him, like a spy reporting back to his master. That night was the first time he ever even touched me.'
Logan didn't give a fuck. He scooted closer to Kendall and put his arms around him. The boy was visibly shaking, tears running freely down his face.
'H- he told me that he didn't want faggots in his house. He said that if I wanted to stay there, I'd have to be straight, and I t-told him to go to hell. Then he beat me so bad, he broke my arm, then he said that if I wanted to be a faggot in his house, then I'd have to act like one. He said, 'Faggots like boys, don't they? Well you're wrong.' And he kicked me in my ribs. 'Only females like males. So from now on you're a woman. You'd like that won't you?' Then he said I have to come home straight from school, do the dishes, then cook whatever he wants. I have to act like a housewife, and if I don't, he'll take it out on my mother.'
Kendall was sobbing helplessly, and even a few tears streamed down Logan's face. The boy clutched his ribs as if he felt the kick all over again.
'I tried to be strong, for my mother, and for me. But the torture didn't stop there. When his old cronies came over, he'd put me in a dress and tell them, 'Look at this beautiful maid I've got here. Isn't she beautiful? I'm thinking about marrying her. She like boys, you know.' And he'd make me twirl and... and...'
Kendall couldn't talk anymore. The memories were bombarding him one after the other, memories of humiliation, of hurt, sadness and depression.
He clung to Logan as tears flowed out of his eyes, and he was unable to stop them.
...
Kendall was beautiful. Logan was surprised to realized that he hadn't noticed that before. He was beautiful. Beautiful and miserable.
Logan couldn't stand to see the pain in those amazing emerald eyes. Kendall wiped his tears away and fisted them in Logan's shirt. Logan was too surprised to react as Kendall crashed his lips against the brunet's. He pulled away, murmuring softly. It was a while before Logan realized what he was saying, and when he did figure it out, he didn't care about anything anymore. He wouldn't have given a damn if the principal walked in on them, if he lost his job, if he'd turned into a homeless guy.
He didn't care. All that mattered was Kendall's happiness.
'Make me happy, Logan. Make me forget. Please.' Kendall's broken voice echoed through Logan's head.
'Make me forget,' the blonde whispered again.
Logan kissed Kendall again, but this time the kiss was more passionate, more sweet.
The kiss deepened, and Kendall ran his hands through Logan's hair as if he'd wanted to do that for a long time.
Logan knew that this, in every sense was wrong, but he couldn't help himself. It felt so right in all the wrong ways. Slowly, gently, he pulled off Kendall's jersey, massaging the boy's back, as if trying to rid him of all his problems.
Logan's shirt came off, somehow, but Kendall swatted his hand away as he attempted to take off the tie.
'Don't. It's fucking sexy,' he growled in a lust-filled voice, that turned Logan on so immensely, it was unbelievable.
Kendall grabbed the tie, and pulled Logan down to meet his lips, tugging on the boy's hips until Logan got off his seat and straddled the blond.
The kiss became deeper until Logan was positive that Kendall was trying to eat his lips. He pulled back smirking, member brushing Kendall's.
He bit back a moan. 'On the ground. Now.' he commanded.
'Now!' he repeated more forcefully when he saw Kendall hesitate.
Kendall lay on the ground, and Logan re-straddled him, continuing the kiss. Kendall gripped Logan's ass an ground his hips down.
'Fuck it. You are such a fucking tease.' Logan whispered.
Logan reached down and pulled off Kendall's pants and boxers in one swift motion, smiling when he heard the boy gasp as the cold air hit his dick. He licked it straight up, getting impossibly harder when he heard Kendall's errotic moans escaping from the boy's lips. He sucked the blond's dick, loving how the boy jerked to his movements, and forcing himself not to gag.
'Logan,' his name came out strangle, forced, whispered.
He looked up to see Kendall shaking his head. The boy was so into it, he could hardly talk, but he managed out two more words.
'Fuck me.'
Logan got up and off the ground, Kendall watching him with half-lidded eyes as he pulled of the rest of his clothes (leaving his tie, of course).
He almost came when Kendall spread his legs for him, and he knelt between them, sucking his fingers.
He pushed one finger in slowly, a grunt being heard deep in Kendall's throat as pain and pleasure overtook his body. Another finger, then another, brushing his prostrate occasionally, making Kendall whimper.
'Please,' he whispered, eyes scrunched tight, partially from pain, partially from pleasure.
Logan lined his dick up, this was all about Kendall, it was always about Kendall, the brunet had no say in it. He'd give Kendall anything he wanted.
Just to make him happy.
Logan pushed in, and Kendall arched his back with a moan, the pleasure masking the pain, and Logan hit his prostrate spot-on with the first strike. Kendall screamed with pure bliss, and Logan, remembering that there may be other teachers around, captured
Kendall's lips in a passionate kiss. He pushed in and out slowly, but just the Kendall opened his eyes and gave him the if-you-don't-go-faster-I-will-kill-you look and Logan pounded in and out of him, the feel of soft flesh against his dick too overwhelming.
He felt Kendall tug against the tie, as if trying to make the two of them one person, pulling him impossibly closer. Their eyes locked, and millions of emotions flowed throught them, connecting their hearts and souls.
And that was it. Logan felt warmth coil through the depths of his lower regions, and, stealing Kendall's lips for one last kiss, he came, filling Kendall to the brim, the blond following mere seconds after.
They finished their kiss, a soft, sweet kiss, before Logan regained his strength and pulled out of Kendall.
Kendall rolled to his side and they nuzzled the noses together, staring into each other's eyes, not with lust this time, but with love.
But then something occurred to Logan. There wa a reason they were here, a reason that he even ended up in detention.
'Kendall,' he whispered, trying his best not to break the mood, but needing to know something. He got up, shivering when his tie brushed his sill-sensitive dick.
'Yeah?' If Logan wasn't mistaken, Kendall's voice was a little shaky, as if he was afraid of getting in trouble, but who could blame him, he just had sex with his very hot teacher.
'Why do you talk so much in class?'
Kendall puffed his cheeks and blew out, a sigh of relief.
'Talking a lot helps me to forget everything. It keeps me from thinking about anything that I don't want to think about.'
Kendall looked away from Logan, but not before he saw the sadness re-form in Kendall's eyes. He scooted closer to Kendall and placed a chaste kiss on the blond's lips, hoping that he'd calm down.
Instead he stiffened right back up.
'What's wrong?'
'Do you hear that?' Kendall whispered.
Sure enough, there was a faint clacking of heels echoing down the hallway, getting closer by the second.
'Fuck,' Logan whispered and scrambled up from the ground.
They got dressed wuickly, and by the time the principal, Ms. Ramnath entered the door, they were fully dressed and Kendall was sitting by his table, Logan by his desk.
'Good day Mr. Henderson. Is everything alright?' She asked.
'Yes, ma'am. Why would you ask that?' Logan replied sweetly.
'I heard a scream from this direction. I wanted to make sure that eveything's fine.'
'Yes ma'am, everything's fine. Kendall over there thought he saw a spider, but it's alright now. And may I say you look mighty fine today?'
Ms. Ramnath looked anything but 'mighty fine' in her black shirt that had measly-looking yellow spots on it, and ill-fitting grey pants.
To Logan's surprise, the principal blushed. She then regained her composure, and cloacked out the class on her annoying heels.
Kendall sauntered over to Logan. dropping onto his lap.
'And may I say you look mghty fine?' he whispered seductively into Logan's ear, making him half-hard immediately.
Logan smiled up at Kendall as the blond placed a peck on the brunet's nose.
It was going to be a fun year.
Sorry if there are any mistakes :) This one's for you Madchile1008 XD