Hey! So, I have some big news! I have an idea for a story, but I'll need help from you readers.
Alright. The idea is taking well known fairytales and certain BTR couples and making dirty smex outta them bitches! Yeah! Who's in? Great! Just say a fairytale and BTR couple in reviews (or message me) so I can write them! I'll update it when I want/can. Oh, and I will take any couple besides Kenlos and any het couple. Okay? Yay! Thanks!
Oh, and, sorry that this is so late! I've just been really busy and I didn't have any time (or ideas) to write this chapter! And I can't believe someone wanted me to end this! It made me so sad… So, this is just gonna be all improve and…also…
I'm thinking of writing a bloopers chapter. Anyone who wants to see how that would happen in a fanfiction, tell me in the reviews and you'll see it most likely next chapter followed by the actual plot. *shrugs* But if no one wants it, I won't write it…even though I really want to. But I don't want to disappoint my fans.
Alright, onto the couple-y-ness!
Warnings: slash, smex, guy on guy, hooker shit, other stuff of that genre
Disclaimer: I don't own BTR! I wish I did, but I don't.
Drowning.
That's what it was.
Letting everything overwhelm me and drag me down to a slow death via suffocation.
But he was there, trying to save me.
If only he knew.
Every time our lips connected, I felt myself getting closer to the surface, the end, of my depression. Needless to say, I was happy.
Wouldn't you be?
And everyone knew. It was great, because we could be couple-y in public and no one would look at us weird. It was heaven for me. And by the looks and smiles he'd give me, it was for him, too.
Everything was working out.
Oh, did I mention?
He's a magical bottom. Really. Tighter than Spandex.
Although, sometimes I got carried away and he couldn't walk for the next few days…but he was cool with it.
So, that brings me to two weeks after we started going out.
"So then I was like, 'fuck you', and then he said, 'I know you wanna' and then I was like, 'not even in your dreams, ho!'"
I raised an eyebrow at my boyfriend as I heard that little snippet of conversation between him, Camille, and Jo. I turned to them and walked over. Logan looked up and grinned at me.
"Hey, Kendie."
"Hey, Logie…wait, what'd you call me?" I asked, incredulous.
He shrugged. "Kendie. I think it's cute."
I smiled and pulled him to his feet. "Then that's all that matters." He smiled at me happily. "But anyway, who were you talking about?"
"John." He replied simply, shrugging.
"I was gonna say, I don't remember that conversation…" I said, wrapping my arms around his waist.
"Good. The beginning…" He chuckled. "Not for your ears."
"You do realize that I'm the dude in this relationship, don't you? And it's me? Nothing grosses me out."
"It does when it's about you." Jo commented almost offhandedly.
I stared at her, then turned on Logan. "You and John talked about me?" I asked slowly.
"Hey, look at the time! We should probably be getting back to the apartment! It's late, and I'm hungry…" He started walking away quickly. I set my jaw.
"Hungry my ass…" I growled.
"Wait, Kendall!" Camille cried. "Don't break his spine, okay?"
"No promises." I snarled, then followed after him.
Someone's getting fucked tonight!
…Or maybe not…
I slowed slightly in my steps. My brain started working in the devious way it usually did. I smirked slowly.
Anyone else notice just how amazing my brain is?
'Cause I do. All the fucking time!
WHAT IN THE WORLDIS UP?
Ahem. Back to the story…
I took my time getting to 2J, the smirk still on my face. As I got into the apartment building, I realized vaguely that it was Thursday. I had been wanting to initiate something, a bit of a tradition for me, for Fridays, and now would be the perfect time. Logan would love it, which was always a plus.
Casual Dress Up.
Yup. You read me. What I mean is, a dress shirt, baggy jeans, Converse, and maybe a few friendship bracelets and necklaces or something. Every Friday.
Sounds sexy, right?
Just as I decided to go through with it, I was stepping into the elevator. To my dread, the Jennifers were in there. They kept sneaking looks at me that were painfully obvious, oblivious to the fact that I could see them.
So, I sighed. "Can I help you ladies?"
"Are you strictly gay or might you be able to hook up with a girl?" One of them asked immediately.
I blinked, looking over at her. "That's…very blunt." She shrugged. I shook my head. "Sorry, Jennifer. I only like guys." I said.
"Are you and Logan exclusive?" The next Jennifer inquired.
I bit my tongue to keep from saying some seriously harsh words. "Yes." I growled out.
"Have you guys been sleeping together?"
"That's classified."
"What the hell does that mean?"
I snapped. "It means if you don't shut up, I'll get Carlos to hire a gun man and no one'll ever have to deal with your shit again."
They backed off.
I was relieved to see them shuffle out of the elevator, and even more comforted by the fact that I was the only one in the elevator for a few minutes. I held my head in my hands, sliding down until I was sitting on the floor. I knew he wasn't there with me, but I felt like it had to be said at that point.
"I love you, Logan."
When I heard the dinging noise, I stood up and walked out of the elevator, trying to clear my mind of my annoyance.
-Logan's POV-
"Where's Kendall?" Carlos asked me.
I shrugged. "I was too chicken to look back."
"At least you're honest about it." James shrugged. I smiled.
"That's me. The honest one." I sighed, my gaze falling on the door.
Finally, the door opened and a certain blonde sex god strolled in, his hands in his pockets and his hips jutting out. I couldn't help but give said hips a short, admiring glance, but then raised an eyebrow at Kendall's face. He smirked at me.
"Hey, baby." He said, walking up and sitting next to me on the couch, looping his arm over the back end. I gulped, his smoldering gaze turning me on a bit.
"Hey." I replied, trying to keep my voice steady. Geez, he made me weak. "What took you so long?"
He looked at me. He seemed to be taking things…slowly… "What? I can't take my time?" He asked, sliding ever closer to me. I felt my face heat up slightly, but I looked at him coolly.
"I didn't say that." I said.
"Hey! Sexual tension! I can barely breathe!" Carlos piped up, hopping out of his chair. "C'mon, Jimmy! To our room!" James picked up the Latino bridal style and carried him to their room.
I secretly thanked them.
"Hey…" Kendall started, his hands hovering over my hips. I bit my lip. "…Sorry about getting so worked up earlier…" I was suddenly in his lap. "…I really should control myself."
I looked back at him. "I-it's okay…" I stuttered.
He smirked wider, so that a single, white fang poked out of his lips a bit. Seeing that smirk immediately got me wanting to kiss it right off his face. "I don't think you get it…" He leaned in and took my earlobe in his mouth. I gasped. He licked the shell. "…I wanna make it up to you, baby."
"Th-that's acceptable…" I whimpered.
He chuckled darkly in my ear (a weird mannerism of his that shows that he's turned on), but I barely had time to register the fact before his hand trailed down to my thigh, rubbing the inner side. I moaned lightly. "Thank you for the confirmation." He whispered. "It's not like molesting you is any fun, anyway."
That snapped it for me.
I whirled around in his lap, my legs encircling his waist and my lips pressed to his. His hand continued to stroke my thigh while he kissed me back, his other hand poking up under the fabric of my shirt. I coiled my arms around his neck. His tongue weaved its way into my mouth and I opened up eagerly. I knew I had no chance of dominance, so instead of fighting for it, I just swirled my tongue around his.
I felt him pick me up and lead me to our room. I grinned in anticipation.
Suddenly, I was on my back on my bed, Kendall hovering over me. I grabbed him by the shirt and pulled him into a searing kiss. We made out for a while, our hands traveling everywhere. Suddenly, my shirt was off and somewhere in the corner of the room. He ducked his head down, licking every inch of skin exposed, paying special attention to my nipples. By the time he moved down, I was a trembling, moaning mess. He twirled his tongue around my navel, dipping it in briefly, before moving even farther down.
For a split second, his warmth was gone. I whined in disappointment, before I felt hands on mine, guiding them up to the headboard and handcuffing them there.
My common sense came back to me then. I looked up at Kendall with wide eyes. "Kendall!" I hissed. "How many times to I have to tell you? No fucking bondage!"
He smirked down at me. "Trust me, Logie…" He bent down and kissed me sweetly on the lips. "It'll all be worth it."
I frowned, unsure, but he licked my neck, nipping lightly on my sweet spot, making me moan. I felt his hands working on getting my jeans off. I mentally cursed whoever the hell invented skinny jeans.
I mean, seriously!
Do they not realize that horny gay teenage guys will have trouble getting those off?
Next thing I knew, my pants and boxers were ripped off, a sudden rush of air got to my arousal, even through the warmth of our hormone-heated bodies, and the clothes were thrown to the same corner as my shirt.
I gasped. I was always usually the one giving head, not the one getting it. I would enjoy this, especially since Kendall was normally extremely stubborn about his authority.
He blew air on the organ first, making me take in a sharp intake of breath in pleasure. He stared at me while sticking out his tongue and slowly licking from base to tip. I heard a keening moan and only realized a few minutes that it had been me making that noise. He chuckled, his breath tickling my genitals. "Someone's excitable."
"Shut up, fucking bastard." I panted, trying to sound angrier than I was. "Untie me!"
"Sorry, babe. Can't do that." He purred, his pointer finger drawing a random pattern on my dick. "That would make this less fun." And with that, he took the head in his mouth.
I gasped, pulling meekly on my restraints, wanting so badly to knit my fingers in his hair, to pull him down my length, to make him gag. Instead, all I could do was buck my hips. But he pressed his hands on my hips, making that impossible. I groaned, biting my lips. "Sadistic…ass bitch…" I couldn't form sensible words or sentences.
Ass bitch? My sensible brain, which could leave me alone for ten fucking minutes, piped up. The hell is that?
I ignored it.
Kendall's head move slowly down my length, his eyes glued to my face the whole time. It seemed like it was hours before he got down to the base, his warm mouth completely surrounding me. I panted, moaned, and writhed in pleasure. Oh, god, where the fuck did he learn that tongue thing? Note to self: try that next time you get the chance.
His head started bobbing. I gasped again, not believing it was possible for something to feel this good. Except for anal, that is. My eyes rolled back in my head. I was so close…
He was gone.
My eyes snapped open. I tried sitting up, but that wasn't happening with the handcuffs. "K-Kendall?" I called softly.
"Yeah, Logie?" He replied from the other side of the room.
"Uh…what just happened?" I asked awkwardly.
"Punishment." He answered, lying down in his own bed. I gaped at him. What the fu- "Don't mess with me, Logan." He smiled at me. "Love you, though."
I sighed. "Love you, too." I shifted uncomfortably, still with a major boner and tied to the headboard. "Can you pull the blanket up for me?" I asked pathetically.
"Sure." He got up, walked over, pulled the comforter up to cover my lower half, then walked back to his bed.
I sighed, aggravated. "Asshole."
Yeah. I didn't have many ideas for this chapter. But I do have ideas for next chapter, so I promise it won't be as crappy as this one. Even if this one gave you a bit of a half-lemon. :D
Kendall: That was fucking creepy, bro… *looks freaked out*
What was?
Kendall: Me giving head.
*slaps Kendall upside the head*
Logan: No, it's true. He thinks it's kind of an uke thing.
Well that's stupid.
Carlos: What does uke mean?
James: It's Japanese for submissive partner in a gay relationship.
Carlos: That's really specific!
Logan: Damn straight.
Kendall: Shouldn't you be closing soon?
I should be sleeping right now, bro. So yes. I will close. Rate…review…love…whatever.