Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody: Big Time Rush, the characters, and all referenced scenes belong to Nickelodeon, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.

Aha! Updated before 11.21.11 (tomorrow!). My plans got changed, so I decided I'd get this up now. :) Here's the last chapter of this one.

(Still in flashback mode, in January)

"Me too." Logan said. He thought for a minute, then said, "No, I'm not. I'm glad you did that."

"Really?"

"Yeah." Logan wasn't used to flirting by initiating it, but he figured he could wing his way through it.

"Good." Kendall moved the popcorn bowl out of the way. "You can sit closer if you want. I don't bite."

"You sure?" Logan teased. "Cause that hand there, that felt like a bite."

"I only bite when provoked." Kendall grinned, and oh, there were those sparks again. "Just don't get in the way of the popcorn bowl and you're golden."

"Noted." By the end of the movie, Logan was pressed up against Kendall's side and was asleep. Kendall carefully picked Logan up (not wanting to wake him up) and laid him down on the guest bed, tucking him in.

"Night Logan." Kendall ghosted his lips over Logan's forehead.

In the morning, Logan woke up, thinking, This isn't my place. Wait, am I still at Kendall's? A quick check of his surrounding revealed that, yes, he was. He padded downstairs, hearing singing coming from the kitchen. He stood in the doorway for a minute, listening to Kendall, before saying, "Mornin. Whatcha makin?"

Kendall stopped singing. "Morning. French toast."

"Cool." They started to eat, and Logan said, "You sing really well."

"You heard that?" Kendall flushed.

"It was good." Logan said. "Have you ever thought of going professional?"

"Yeah." Kendall sighed. "Me and my buddies James and Carlos were going to form a group, but then they went to LA and got signed without me."

"I'm sorry." Logan said.

"It's ok. I still like singing- only when no one's around."

"You can sing around me anytime."

"Ok. So, you gotta work today?"

"Yeah, tonight from 7 pm to 7 am. Why?"

"Well, we're- um, the Wild I mean- are leaving today for a 3-week roadtrip, starting with a game in Chicago. I was going to see if you were going to watch it."

"I'll be at work. Text me how you do though." Logan said.

"Really?"

"Yeah, it gets boring on the night shift." Logan said. "Looking forward to having a text will make it go by faster."

"Ok. I'll text you then."

"I can't wait." Logan said. "Thank you for breakfast," he said, "and good luck." He gave Kendall a hug.

"Thanks."

Logan couldn't help but notice there was an empty feeling when he left Kendall's. But, Kendall had to make the first move.

At 11:30, Logan's phone vibrated. He opened Kendall's text. Won 2-1. had an assist. Miss u.

Awesome. miss u 2. Logan had barely sent the message when his phone was ringing. "Hey Kendall, why aren't you going to sleep?"

"I needed to hear your voice."

Ok. Maybe he's got it bad for me too. Logan thought. "I miss you."

"Can you sing for me?" Kendall asked. "I tried singing myself to sleep, but it didn't work."

"Sure. Any requests?"

"No." Logan remembered Kendall liked Incubus, so he started singing, "Wish You Were Here".

"I wish I was there too." Kendall said as he dozed off. Logan heard the snoring, so he shut off his phone, but not before saying, "Goodnight Kendall."

At about 2 AM, they started texting one another, because Kendall couldn't sleep. Logan knew it was a bad idea to get involved with a pro athlete, but he couldn't resist. He knew he and Kendall could make it work.

7:30 AM arrived, and Logan clocked out, read to go home and get some rest. That was until Kendall called.

"Hey. I didn't wake you up, did I?"

"Nope. Just getting ready to go to bed actually."

"I wanted to say thank you for last night. You're a good singer too."

"Thanks." Logan said.

"Well, I'll talk to you later?"

"Sure, I'll text you when I get up." Logan said.

"Sleep tight."

"Thanks Kendall."

They had been texting back and forth when Kendall texted I like you.

I like you too. Logan texted back.

No, i mean i LIKE you. Logan couldn't believe what he was reading, so he called Kendall. "You mean as in 'boyfriend' like?"

"Yep." Kendall said. "We can talk about it in two days when I get back, ok?"

"Ok. Have a fun time with the guys tonight."

"I will. You have a good time at work. Text me if you get bored."

"I will. Bye."

"Later."

The next couple of days flew by (and, holy crap was it already Valentine's Day?), and the Wild were home versus the Colorado Avalanche. Kendall brought Logan the ticket before the game; Logan expected a normal seat. He wasn't expecting a press box seat, where all the players' 'important' people watched the game.

Kendall scored the game-winning goal in overtime, and then he and Logan were heading to Kendall's house.

"Nice game." Logan said.

"Thanks." They sat in silence, until Kendall said, "I don't know if it's too soon, but if you want, you can move into the house. It's a shorter drive to the hospital."

"True, but we haven't even kissed yet, and you're asking me to move in?" Logan teased. He wasn't ready for Kendall to grab him and kiss him, but he let Kendall take control of the kiss, and they both were gasping for air when they broke apart.

"There. We kissed. So?"

"Yes. I'll move in." Logan smiled.

"And you can stay in the guest room if you want." Kendall said.

"And miss a minute of you? No thanks." Logan said, tackling Kendall down to the couch. They kissed again; this time it was more insistent, an I want you kiss. "I think this is going to be awesome."

"Me too." Kendall said.

"I just have one rule: no sex until you either get knocked out of the playoffs or win the Stanley Cup. I can't my stud muffin all distracted."

"Did you just call me 'stud muffin'?" Kendall laughed.

"Yep." Logan smiled.

"I like it. But we can make out and stuff?"

"As long as it doesn't distract you, sure."

"Ok, come on. We both need some sleep." Kendall said, pulling Logan to the bedroom. "Happy Valentine's Day Logan."

"Happy Valentine's Day stud muffin." Logan laughed.

*Present Day (June)*

The Wild had just beaten the Pittsburgh Penguins in Game 7 of the Stanley Cup Finals and were now being crowned the Stanley Cup Champions. Logan had never seen Kendall so excited. He couldn't blame him either; this was pretty awesome.

Kendall had been named the Conn Smythe trophy winner (the playoff MVP) (with 4 goals and 2 assists in the 7-game series), and Logan was going to head back to the hotel and let Kendall celebrate with his team when Kendall stopped him. "Stay, please?"

"Oh, ok." Logan couldn't say no to Kendall. He stood back, out of the way. This was Kendall's time to shine.

"You ok babe?" Kendall came over to him.

"Yeah, it's just, this is your day, and I don't belong." Logan looked down.

"Of course you belong." Kendall said. "Hey everybody, I have an announcement to make." All eyes turned to focus on Kendall. "I'm bi and this is my boyfriend, Logan. He feels like he doesn't belong, so let's show him how the Wild treat our family."

"Kendall, you just outed yourself." Logan said, "and me. You don't care?"

"Nope. I have it all- the Stanley Cup, the fame, the job I love; but the most important thing to me is right by my side." Kendall said, grabbing Logan's hand.

"Thanks." Logan said, squeezing back. The rest of the night was a blur; until he and Kendall went back to the hotel room.

"I believe I owe you some Stanley Cup celebratory sex." Logan said. "Lay back on the bed."

Kendall did, and they started making out, slow and sweet and first, and then Logan made it hot and dirty, tugging Kendall's jersey over his head; Kendall worked on getting his jeans off while Logan stripped down. "You ever do this before?" Logan asked. Kendall nodded "no".

"Ok. We're gonna go slow then." Logan took his time getting Kendall ready; he wanted to make this something Kendall would never forget.

"Here we go." Logan said, slicking himself up and pressing in. He watched Kendall's face for signs of pain, and after getting all the way in, he stopped.

"Are you gonna move or not?" Kendall challenged. Logan started slowly at first, but as Kendall relaxed, he picked up the pace, grabbing Kendall's dick and jerking him off.

"Oh, god, Logan. Harder." Kendall said. Logan changed the angle, and Kendall was coming moments later; Logan lasted a couple more thrusts before he too was coming.

As they lay there, Kendall said, "Stanley Cup Champion and getting fucked by my boyfriend for the first time? Yep, totally best day ever."

"Yeah." Logan agreed and slowly pulled out before going to grab a towel to clean them up with. After that, he snuggled into Kendall's side (after they'd gotten their pajamas on). "Congrats babe. I'm proud of you."

"Thanks."

"I love you." Logan said.

"Love you too Logan."