This story is know commencing its second chapter!
That was the first of many. Kendall, Logan and Carlos ended up hooking up a lot when there was nobody around. Although since that day, they only had full sex once, in a supply closet. Any other time had simply consisted of a blowjob or some fingering, whatever they felt like. And it had been little over a month since Carlos joined them.
Kendall had been sick lately. He was feverish, with stomach pains, and throwing up a little too. Mrs Knight or one of the guys was always eager to help him out, though he really just wanted some peace. One afternoon his sickness peaked a little when he and Carlos were watching TV, Kendall curled up in a blanket.
He suddenly moaned and squirmed around, hands on his flat stomach, face scrunched up in pain.
"Kendall?" Carlos turned to look at him, immediately panicking. "Is something wrong?"
"I feel really, really sick," Kendall gasped, clutching his stomach with a pained look on his face. "Oh God . . ." A hand clapped to his mouth and he sprinted to the bathroom, throwing the door open.
Carlos watched the door with a concerned frown as he heard vomiting sounds emitting from the bathroom. He got off the couch and went to fill a glass with cold water, before sitting back down on the couch. A few minutes later, Kendall emerged, looking shaky and weak, wiping the hair from his eyes as he leaned against the kitchen counter, breathing deeply.
"Hey, come here. I got you a glass of water." Carlos handed it over as Kendall saw down next to him, the blonde giving a weak smile of gratitude. Carlos was slightly surprised when the blonde leaned against him, eyes shutting a little.
"Sorry, Carli. I'm just really tired." Kendall gave a little catlike yawn, before taking a sip of his water. "I hate being sick."
"Yeah, it really does suck," Carlos commented, laying his hand on Kendall's knee in an attempt to comfort him. "But you'll get better soon. Unless you have some tropical disease that'll make your skin fall off and your heart explode."
Kendall chuckled, staring at him with raised eyebrows. "That makes me feel a lot better, thanks."
A few days later, and Kendall was a little better. He didn't throw up at all that morning, even if he did have a little stomach pain when he woke up. He and the other three guys were sitting on the couch watching a movie, and as the credits began rolling across the screen James hopped up and left the apartment, yelling something about the pool and girls. Normally Carlos would have gone with him and scouted of girls. But today he was just happy here like this. But he didn't really get why.
"You know, we have the apartment all to ourselves," Logan piped up, smirking down at the two sitting on the couch.
Kendall and Carlos turned to look at each other. They smiled slowly. Then Carlos darted forward, grabbing Kendall by the waist and lifting him over his shoulder. Kendall squealed and laughed, Carlos holding onto the blonde's ankles as he carried him off to Kendall and Logan's room, Logan leading the way with a grin. He threw the bedroom door open and sat down on his bed, Carlos dropping Kendall down next to the brunette before climbing onto the bed himself.
Logan immediately bent down and pulled Kendall in for a bruising kiss, running a hand under his shirt as Carlos gripped the blonde's waist again and ground their hips together. Kendall moaned against Logan's mouth, their tongues crashing together as Logan moved a hand up and tweaked one of Kendall's nipples. Kendall's hand found its way to Carlos's crotch, grinding the palm of his hand down on the bulge in his jeans, while the other hand did the same to Logan.
Carlos's shirt was the first to fly across the room, and Kendall's came next. Then Carlos eagerly grabbed the hem of Kendall's jeans and tugged them off, along with his boxers, while Kendall tugged off Logan's shirt, his hands all over the brunette's toned chest. Soon they were all fully stripped, hands all over each other's bodies. Logan grabbed the lube from the drawer of the bedside tale and shook it at them. "How are we gonna do this?" he inquired with a smirk.
Carlos took it from him and spilled some onto his fingers. "I wanna fuck him," he growled in Kendall's direction, who rolled his eyes and smirked. Logan had to groan and start stroking his aching erection; this would almost be too sexy to bear.
Kendall lay down on his stomach, wiggling his ass seductively. "Come on, big boy," he growled over his shoulder at Carlos. "I'm waiting."
Carlos groaned, before darting forward and slamming two lubed up fingers into Kendall. The blonde moaned loudly, throwing his head back in pleasure. "God, Carli . . ."
Carlos smirked, thrusting the fingers gently in and out of Kendall slowly, before pushing them up towards what he hoped was his sweet spot. He was proven right when Kendall moaned even louder, gasping in pleasure. "Fuck, there."
Logan stroked himself a little faster as he watched Carlos slip a third finger inside, scissoring them and stretching the moaning blonde a little further. Suddenly he felt a hand grasp his wrist, pulling it away from his cock. He gave a frustrated groan and looked down at Kendall.
"I'll be taking care of that," Kendall said with a wink, letting out a little yelp as Carlos removed his fingers from his ass.
Logan couldn't help grinning. "God, you're such a little cock slut, aren't you?"
"You know it," Kendall giggled, glancing over his shoulder at where Carlos was slicking his cock up with lube. "Come on, Carli. I won't lie here for—ahhh, God—"
Just like that Carlos slammed balls deep into Kendall, moaning in delight at the tightness clenching around him. Kendall whimpered beneath him, rocking his hips back. "Move, please."
Carlos was only too happy to oblige, rolling his hips back before ramming forward into Kendall's hole with a grunt. "Fuck, you're so tight . . ."
Kendall just moaned as Carlos continued to thrust in and out of his hole, fists clenching the sheets. As Carlos forcefully struck his prostate again and he let out a little scream of pleasure, he managed to gasp out, "L-Logie, come—uugggh—come here."
Logan inched forward on his knees, hands massaging his cock at the sight of his two fuck buddies fucking each other. It was so hot—
Though not as hot as when Kendall lifted his chin and opened his mouth wide, relaxing his throat and taking Logan in deep, tongue slipping over every inch of heated skin. Logan groaned loudly, hand tangling in Kendall's sweaty hair as the blonde deep throated his cock, sucking on it gently ad occasionally nipping it. Carlos was increasing the pace and the force of his thrusts, moaning n pleasure and throwing his head back as Kendall moaned around Logan's dick, the vibrations taking Logan closer to the edge.
They all helped each other to their climax; Carlos slowly reached a hand under Kendall and fisted his dick, and with a particularly hard ram into Kendall's ass, the blonde screamed around Logan's dick as his cum painted the sheets underneath him. That was all Logan needed to release his load into Kendall's willing mouth, Kendall swallowing it all without hesitation. At the sight of his two best friends coming undone, Carlos came too, filling Kendall up with a satisfied groan.
He collapsed on top of Kendall's slick back, exhausted. "F-fuck, that was amazing," he panted, Kendall and Logan weakly nodding in agreement. Kendall nudged Carlos off him and rolled onto his back, scooting up on the bed until his head rested in the pillows, shutting is eyes and panting a little. Logan lay down next to him, and Carlos craw,ed up on the blonde's other side. It was funny, how Kendall always ended up in between them like this.
They all curled up side by side, sweaty bodies pressed together. Their eyes were shut as they cuddled up together; they all could use a nap right about now. Sex really wore them out. However, only a few minutes later, Logan and Carlos felt a body squirming around a little between them and opened their eyes to look.
Kendall looked uncomfortable, breathing deeply with a hand on his stomach. He was frowning, his face scrunched up a little.
"Are you alright?" Carlos asked, turning to look at him properly.
"Ugh, I dunno, I don't feel good . . ." Kendall mumbled, giving a little moan.
Then his eyes snapped open and he leaped out of the bed, grabbing his boxers and pulling them on, before fumbling with pulling his jeans up his legs. He was breathing strangely, his face suddenly very pale. "Kendall, are you ok?" Logan asked, worriedly.
Kendall shook his head, cursing as he kicked his jeans off again, having only managed to pull them halfway up his legs. "I think I'm gonna be sick—shit . . ."
He ran from the room, Carlos and Logan turning to look at each other with dumbfounded expression. "We should see if he's ok," Carlos said quickly, getting off the bed and pulling his clothes on. Logan did the same and they
hurried out to the kitchen, walking to the bathroom door.
"Kendall?" Logan called, knocking on the door. "Are you ok?"
The sound of retching and coughing could be heard on the other side of the door. Carlos moved forward and opened it, and the two walked in. Kendall was kneeling by the toilet, clinging onto it with his fingers. He was shivering weakly, little shudders racking his body.
"Oh, Kendall . . ." Logan couldn't help saying softly, kneeling down and running soothing circles in the blonde's trembling shoulders. "Do you want a glass of water?"
Kendall nodded, shakily, attempting to smile and failing. Logan got up and left the bathroom, Carlos moving to sit next to Kendall and out a comforting arm around him to help him stand up. The blonde went over to the sink to wash out his mouth before Carlos led him out into the kitchen, Logan handing him his cold drink and sitting him at the counter, pressing a damp cloth to his sweaty forehead as he drank.
"Do you wanna get some rest?" Carlos asked in an attempt to be helpful. "You might feel a little better."
Kendall nodded, and the two boys led him into his room, sitting him on his bed before Logan took the sheets off his own bed do the smell of sex wouldn't bother the sick blonde. Kendall lay down and Carlos quickly moved to tuck him in, leaving his drink on the bedside table. "Thank you,. Kendall whispered o both of them with a tired smile.
"It's nothing," they both replied, moving towards the door.
"Call us if you need anything, ok?" Logan sad firmly. "We'll be here."
"Kay . . ." Kendall mumbled sleepily, shutting his eyes and snuggling down. The two boys by the door shut off the light and left the room, both determined to help Kendall in any way they could. They didn't know why just yet, but they would soon enough.
More mindless sex, but hey! Anyone know why Kendall is sick? Can anyone guess? I bet Sarah can XD Find out next chapter!