Hi there! I haven't updated in awhile, but this story has been rather difficult for me. But here is a new chapter and I hope you enjoy! Thanks to you who reviewed, you guys rock! xox

I couldn't sleep. How could I? My best friend was literally down the hallway from me thinking I was some kind of dream creeper.

Does that even make sense?

For three A.M. it should.

After leaving Camille's doorway, I had walked back into our apartment to see a downcast James sitting on the couch.

We made eye contact, and without a single word between us, I walked to my bedroom.

Now here I am. Once again pacing back and forth. Once again wondering why Logan would hide these nightmares from me. It makes a little more sense now, but if I was the cause of this... Why didn't he just talk to me?

"What did I do to Logan!" I scream out in frustration.

"You didn't do anything."

I whip my head up to see Logan standing in the doorway. I stand, slowly, not wanting to frighten him like I had a few hours earlier.

"What, uhm... What are you doing here, I thought Camille said we should talk in the morning?" I look at the floor, not wanting to see the emotion in his eyes.

I hear him sigh and walk closer, "It is morning. It's seven thirty." I glance at the clock, seems like I spaced out longer than I thought.

The bed squeaks as Logan sits down, he's trying to make eye contact but I don't know if I can. "Listen, Kendall, you look really tired, maybe you should close your eyes for a bit."

I look at him, "I don't know if I can."

Logan sighs and gently pushes on my shoulders until I'm laying down. He then goes and lies beside me, "I'm right here, I'm fine. Just get some rest, and I promise we'll talk when you wake up."

And with that, I close my eyes and drift away.

"Oh, Kendall." He purrs, "I've wanted you for so long."

I smirk into his skin, continuing my trail of kisses down his chest. I stop to swirl my tongue into his navel, moaning when he arches into me, clothed erections rubbing.

I look up, his dark eyes gazing into my own, lust filled, and almost recognizable.

"Tell me, what do you want me to do?" I tease, running my fingers across his hips.

He grunts, thrusting his hips upwards, "I want you to suck me off, then take me like you know you want to."

"As you wish." I whisper into his hip, fingers wrapping around the elastic, pulling them down slowly. His erection springs up, and he sighs at how the cool air hits him.

I lean forward and nuzzle my nose against his shaft, then plant soft kisses up until I reach the head, "I've loved you for so long, I can't believe this is real."

Soft fingers run through my hair, and I look up to meet his eyes, "I love you too, Kendall." He brings me up for a passionate kiss, his tongue mapping out my mouth, finding every spot that makes me weak.

We break apart, foreheads resting together. I give him one more kiss, then settle down between his legs.

Without a word, I take his member into my mouth, holding his hips while rubbing them to prevent him from choking me too soon.

I build up a steady rhythm, bobbing my head up and down while occassionally swiping my tongue around the tip. I feel hands run through my hair, and tighten their grip as I relax my throat and take him down further.

"K-kendall." He moans, back arching. I chuckle and hum a little, the vibrations causing him to thrust up. The grip on my hair tightens, and the moaning mass beneath me begins to stutter as I feel him cum hard, he must be seeing stars.

I swallow down as much as I can, then kiss my way back up to his lips. I bring my hand up to his lips and question, "Suck?"

He complies, swirling his tongue around my fingers, coating them thoroughly. I feel my length throb while watching him go to work.

He releases my fingers, and I trail them down to his entrance, peppering his thighs with soft kisses because I know this will hurt. I slowly swirl my fingers around his entrance, and slowly push past the tight ring.

I feel him tense, and a low hiss is emitted from his throat, "It's okay, baby, I'm here." I murmur, taking his member in my hand and slowly pumping it to take away some of the pain. The muscle relaxes against my fingers, so I begin to scissor, my lover's groans of pain turning into moans of pleasure.

"Kendall," He whispers, "I'm ready for you."

I nod, slicken up my cock, hissing from the friction. Giving him a chaste kiss, I slowly sink into him, letting him adjust and relax.

We lock eyes, and he says it, "Move."

I build up a steady pace, the only noise in the room is our heavy breathing and the slapping of skin against skin.

I wrap a hand around his cock, and match the rhythme of my thrusts into him. "Kendall... Oh god, Kendall..." He moans.

"Fuck... mmmm... so tight." I say throught gritted teeth.

"Kendall... Kendall... KENDALL..."

"KENDALL!"

I jump awake, immediately regretting my movement. I glance down, 'Great, now how do I get rid of... Oh shit.'

I look over at Logan. He's sitting up against the wall. "Really Kendall? Really? You wake me up by humping my leg?"

There are no words for how I feel right now.

Well... I guess embarrassed and horny sums it up.

"I'm so sorry Logan! It was just this dream I've been having! I'm so sorry!" My voice is high and squeaky, and Logan's just looking at me with his eyebrow raised.

"Go take care of your problem. Then we'll get dressed and go talk." He says, shoving my shoulder.

I nod furiously, "Okay! Okay! Uhm, I'll be right back."

Well this is awkward.

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