So first of all, I apologize for basically leaving this story in the dust. I just had a mad case of writer's block. This is also the second to last chapter. So, yeah, enjoy, and I should warn that there are some uncomfortable scenes in here, mainly what is written in italics. Enjoy.

"Why? Why of all times to fucking dream about him is it when Logan is sleeping with me?" I violently thrash around the shower, trying to get clean in as little time as possible.

I look down at my now softened member, "Stupid cock. You're out to get me!"

There's a knock on the door, "Kendall, as much as I'm enjoying your conversation with yourself, come out now. " Logan's voice is strong.

I haven't heard his voice like that in ages.

Quickly rinsing the soap from my hair, I dash out and dry off. "C-can I come in?" Logan slowly turns the doorknob, waiting for me to protest.

"Come on in." I say, wrapping a towel around my waist, and hopping onto the counter.

He cautiously walks into the room, avoiding eye contact, and sits on the toilet, resting his feet on the closed lid while resting his back on the wall.

I let my gaze pass over him, he looks tired, and pale. I wonder if he got any sleep last ni-

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Shit. "Logan... Last night... Did... Did I scare you?" I ask, looking down at my hands. My fingernails are suddenly very interesting.

He shrugs, I catch this out of the corner of my eye, "Yeah, at first, I thought my dream was coming true... but then I realized that you were sleeping, and that calmed me down. You just looked like a peaceful, horny, dog."

My cheeks turn red, "Yeah.. sorry about humping your leg..."

We laugh, fake at first, then real because it feels good to laugh.

I glance up to look at him only to notice his eyes sweeping down my body.

Did he just check me out? No... he wouldn't, would he?

"Kendall..." His voice comes out as a whisper, "I'm ready to talk to you about my nightmares... but there's something I need to do first."

"Anything, Logan." … "Close your eyes."

I do just that, I hear him move off from where he was sitting. A few seconds later and I feel his hands on my hips.

And he's kissing me.

Logan Mitchell, my best friend since kindergarten, and star of my wet dreams, is kissing me.

Yes, last night, I realized that the boy of my dreams is Logan.

I'm frozen for a moment, not believing that this is happening.

When I feel Logan pull away, I realize that I never kissed him back, and I reach forward to grab the back of his neck.

I look deep into his eyes, and they're full of fear. Fear, and want.

Pecking his lips at first, I slide my tongue out and swipe his bottom lip, begging for access.

Logan opens for me, threading his fingers through my hair as he dominates the kiss, with me trying to show him that I'm not going to hurt him.

We part for air, and I move on to kissing his jawline, up to his ear and whisper, "I could never hurt you, Logan."

His face moves against mine as I feel him nod. "Are you ready to talk about it?" His eyes shut tightly, and a shaky, "Y-y-yes." escapes his lips.

I kiss him on his forehead, and we walk hand in hand into the bedroom, pausing so I can slip on some sweatpants.

He sits on the bed, watching me move and get comfortable. His lips then open and his story flows out.

Logan was a child, cute as a button, innocent and eager to please. The Mitchell's were busy parents, far too busy to handle booming careers as real estate agents to properly care for a child. But Logan was a pleasant surprise, bringing the family dream to a comfortable close.

Of course, when a couple has a child and full time jobs, it's difficult to balance, and that's where Logan's uncle, Mike, came into the picture. Mike adored Logan, the entire family could see that. They were inseparable, and Logan seemed to truly love him.

Uncle Mike watched Logan everyday, and Mr. and Mrs. Henderson trusted him, and loved the bond between nephew and uncle.

But Logan was visiting his personal Hell.

You see, Mike had problems, Logan gets that now. You could say that Mike is the reason why Logan wants to be a doctor. To help those who have been taken advantage of like he had been.

It started on a beautiful spring day, the perfect house selling weather. Mike and Logan had just entered the house from a rousing game of "Stomp the Puddle." Both were covered in mud.

"Hey, big man, let's get you cleaned up!" Mike said, slipping his shoes off as to not track in mud.

Logan gazed up at him with his big brown eyes, biting his lip while nodding.

Grasping Mike's hand firmly, they walk down the hall and into the guest bathroom. Mike turns on the bathwater while Logan undresses. The small boy is proud of himself, six years old and can undress all by himself. He goes to take off his Batman briefs and hears a chuckle from Mike. He does a silly glare and sticks out his tongue.

The water is ready and the tall man lifts Logan up and sets him into the tub. Logan notices a change of emotion when his uncle's hand lingers on his tummy.

He looks up to see the man undressing, but looks down when Mike notices him watching.

"Hey, buddy, we're going to have a little fun, okay?" His uncle's voice is calm, and trusting.

"Okay, Unkie Mike." Logan smiles.

Once the older man is in the tub, he lifts Logan onto his lap, and rubs his hands along the boy's torso.

"What are you doing?" The small brunette asks. "You love me, right Logan?" His uncle asks. "Of course I do, Unkie!" "Well, what we are going to do is only for people who love each other."

Suddenly a large hand is placed upon his lower region. Logan sucks in a deep breathe and smacks it, "Momma says that's my no no spot! You can't touch me there!"

His uncle chuckles, but this time it's dark and sinister. "Momma's not here, she's just trying to prevent you from having fun." Logan neck is being abused by large lips, and he's feeling very uncomfortable.

"Unkie Mike, stowp it. I don like this." He tries to pull away, but his small body is no match for the older man.

Logan takes a deep breathe, closing his eyes, praying that his parents will come in and save him. Tears fall down his face as the abuse becomes worse, if he can't see it, it's not happening.

Minutes, but what felt like hours later, the man who he no longer sees as his uncle, grunts as a sign of finishing. "Let's keep this our little secret, okay big man?" And all Logan can do is nod.

I can't believe it. How could Logan hide this from us for all these years? We would've helped him, talked him through this. I look at him, his face is somber, waiting to hear my reaction.

I lean over and hug him, tight in my embrace. "I love you so much Logan, why didn't you tell me?"

He stiffens, "Because I love you too, Kendall. I didn't want you to think that I was some sort of damaged freak."

I pull away to look into his eyes, "I would never think that about you, Logan. You're so amazing and loving and... You. I love everything about you."

We're quiet for a moment, and then I choose to ask the question everyone wants to know. "Why am I the one in your dreams?"

He closes his eyes, "Because t-that monster told me that's what people I love do. They hurt me. And I love you, so you were going to hurt me. Are you going to hurt me, Kendall?"

Disbelief doesn't begin to explain the look on my face, "Logan, listen to me, I would never even think to hurt you. Selfish people hurt, that's not love. He didn't love you Logan, he didn't love you like I love you. He saw someone he could take advantage of, he wanted to overpower you. I would never do that. I promise that as long as I live, I will never do anything to harm you."

He looks at me, and I can see that he wants to trust me. This is going to take a long time for him to recover. I love him, and I will be by his side for the entire road.

"Listen, let's just stay in bed for the rest of the day. No funny business, just you and me, laying together, and just enjoying the silence. We'll go from there." I suggest.

Those gorgeous brown eyes stay locked with mine as he considers this.

Then he says it.

"Okay, Kendall. But just because I love you."

We pull back the covers, and he becomes the little spoon to my big spoon. "Oh my dear Logan, you were so misunderstood back then."