Chapter Three: Dirty.

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Next thing I knew, my pants were thrown to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. I knew Logan was dirty, but I never knew he would be the one to give guys he just met drunken blowjobs on his living room couch.

"Fuck, Logan!" I bucked my hips up, as he pressed his lips on my boxers. He smirked at my hard-on and moved his gaze to my thigh. He planted a row of kisses all the way down to my knee, and then kissed all the way back up, sending shivers down my spine. Although we were drunk, Logan was taking it slow, still seductive as ever.

"Patience, handsome." He pulled a bandana from his back pocket and pinned my wrists together, tying the bandana around them. Logan pushed my hands back up to behind my head, making sure I wouldn't get a head start on things.

He brought his head back up to mine and looked me in the eyes, "Tell me all the dirty things you want me to do to you." He whispered before nipping at my neck, I moaned in pleasure with every sweet bite, "Tell me." Logan growled.

My words melted away in the humid air, "Fuck."

"Hmm, I didn't hear you…" He ran his fingers across my stomach and tweaked my nipples, causing me to gasp. Logan grinned with every sound I made. He grabbed a fistful of my hair, and yanked my head back. I squeaked, "Oh, you like that?" He kissed me roughly, and continued tugging on my golden locks.

"Logan, please." We hadn't even gotten to third base, and my breathing was already hitched.

He giggled, "What did I say before, patience."

"But, Logan, plea-ahh!" He put his hand inside my boxers, and gently rubbed the head of my cock.

Logan laughed into my ear, as his cold fingers ran up and down my member, tracing the thick veins, sending shudders out my mouth. I moaned his name, and his dimples showed. Oh my God he was hot, he knew what to do with his fingers, but he obviously wanted to show me what he could do with his mouth. His tongue shot out of his mouth and trailed it down my chest, until he reached my boxers.

"Time for some fun," Logan yanked my boxers down and exposed my manhood to his caramel eyes, "Excited, handsome?" He licked the pre-cum, and sent his tongue down the sides of my cock. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, and I struggled to find words.

"Fuck!" I thrusted my hips up, and sent my member down Logan's throat. He hummed, "God!"

I could feel myself nearing the edge as Logan continued licking and sucking, "Logan…" I moaned. And with one last buck of the hips, I sent my seed into Logan's mouth.

As I tried to catch my breath, Logan kissed me. I could taste myself on his lips, "How was that?" He asked while he untied the bandana from my wrists.

My mind was still in shambles, "Good."

"You wanna get dressed?" He motioned his hand around the room, showing me where my clothes had gone. I nodded, "Oh and if you need the bathroom, it's down the hall and to the right."

I stood up and collected my clothes. As I walked out, Logan pinched my ass and smiled.

"You can have that next time." I winked and he chuckled.

I pulled my clothes on, and looked at my boxers. "Gonna have to clean these a little bit before I go home."I murmured to myself. I flicked the tap on and splashed my face with water. I looked in the mirror, my face looked different. I flattened my hair back into place, and tried to clean my boxers to the best of my ability.

I heard a knock on the door, "Hey, you done in there? Uh, your mom's calling and I don't wanna pick up."

"What? Oh, um yeah! I'll be done in a minute!" I quickly scrubbed my boxers and shoved them in the back pocket of my jeans. I unlocked the door, and went out. "Uh, Logan?" This was going to be the most embarrassing question of the night, "Do you have some spare boxers? Preferably black boxers!" I called around the house, but Logan didn't answer.

Looking out the front door, I saw Logan on the porch. "So young and full of running… All the way to the edge of desire." He was sitting on the bench, singing. I admired his beautiful voice, before I stumbled out.

He froze, "You sing?" Logan blushed and looked out at the rain.

"Oh, you heard that?" I nodded and took a seat next to him, "I used to sit out here with Ella when she couldn't sleep, and sing her to sleep. I always sang her the same song."

"You must really miss her."

"Yeah, every day I pray that I'll find her. But, enough about me, tell me about your family."

I swallowed hard, "Well, there's me, my mom and my sister Katie. Uh, my dad left when I was twelve."

"Tell me more." Logan smiled.

"I was a troubled kid. I never did my homework, I was expelled from two of my schools, and I was always hurting other kids. Then when my dad left, my mom was in a mess. She needed help to take care of Katie and I was the only man there. She swore she would never marry again. I had to pull my act together, for the family."

Logan looked confused, "What so, you're like a young me?"

"You could say that, except I wasn't married." His face fell, I immediately apologized, "Sorry if that offended you."

"No! Don't be stupid, it's ok. I asked the question."

We sat in silence for a few minutes, and I forgot about everything and just remembered how my dad used to beat my mom. The pain in her eyes hurt me. Every night I would sit in my room and cry. Katie was too young to understand, but I remember her sleeping next to me, she used to sob into my chest and I would have to tell her it was okay. But it never was.

"Everyone changed when my dad left. He cursed at my mom, and she threw his shit out the window," I continued my story, "She told him if he ever came back she would have his head as a centerpiece."

Logan sighed, "Ha, what's the time?"

I pulled my phone out, "Just past midnight." I smiled at the moon before realizing the actual time. "Oh shit, I gotta go!" I picked up my stuff and ran off, home bound.

"Wait, Kendall!" Logan shouted, and I turned around. He walked over to me, "You forgot something."

I looked at my hands, "No, I did-" Logan put his hand on my hip, put the other on my cheek and brought me into a passionate kiss. He pulled away, and looked me in the eyes, "Guess I did forget something." I chuckled, and ran off again.

"See you tomorrow!" I waved, as I ran down the court.

I was pretty sure I dropped everything on my way home, but it was OK, if I needed to go back, at least I had a trail to follow. I turned into my street, my breath was unsteady and I was heaving. It was so cold, yet I still ran in my t-shirt and my jeans.

I slowly opened the door, expecting everyone to be in bed. "Where have you been?" Mom's voice was unusually calm for someone whose son just came home real late.

"I was, just with a friend. Can I go to bed now? I'm really tired." I made my way up the stairs, before being stopped, again.

"Wait. A friend?"

"Oh, yeah, I met a new guy today. He's… nice." I wanted to say something else, but it was too weird for mom to son conversation.

"Well I think it's very nice that you made a friend. What's his name?"

I groaned, "Ugh, his name is Logan! Can I go to bed now?"

"Course you can, sweetie." She kissed me on the cheek and I was on my way to bed.

I peeked in Katie's room, and she was still up. "Hey, what're you doing up?"

"I couldn't sleep."

I went and sat on the edge of her bed, and caressed her cheek, "Do you wanna sleep in my bed tonight?"

She smiled and grabbed her beloved bear, "Yeah."

"I'm just gonna have a shower, and I'll be there soon." I pecked her forehead.

I walked into my room to see Katie asleep. I smiled and hopped into bed.

"Hey Kendall, I love you." Katie whispered.

A smile grew on my face as I flipped over and looked out the window, "I love you, too, baby sister."

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