Disclaimer: I do not own BTR as a band or as a TV show nor do I own any of them because if I did they would be doing stuff everyone here would enjoy
Warning: This story is rated M (fan fiction) TV-MA (if it was on TV) and R (if it was a movie; I think everyone would enjoy a movie with Carlos and Logan getting intimate ) for Dialogue, Language, Violence, and Sexual Content.
Before You Read: This story is a sequel to my first BTR fan fiction entitled "Round & Round". Please enjoy. Reviews are appreciated. Nice reviews may get you a cameo in my story!
Chapter 2 – Resistance is Futile…
Carlos sat on the couch wide-eyed; his pants suddenly feeling tighter as his boyfriend seductively stood in front of him.
"Uh…" Carlos stuttered. He could tell he was drooling.
"Do you like what you see?" Logan asked sexily.
"You bet your tight ass I do," Carlos said.
Logan smiled and attached his lips to Carlos'. Carlos moaned into the kiss, feeling the intensity of the passion they were feeling. Logan quickly took control and pushed Carlos down on the couch while continuing to make out with him. Carlos felt his manhood throb erratically and he longed to get out of his clothes already.
"Yeah," Carlos grunted as Logan made his way up Carlos' shirt; twisting his nipples in the process. "Give it to me, baby."
"You like it when I take control?" Logan asked.
"Y-yeah," Carlos moaned.
Logan slowly and steadily reached for Carlos' zipper. He was halfway through unzipping when Carlos pushed him off of him and stood up.
"What's wrong?" Logan asked, feeling sexually frustrated.
"Nothing!" Carlos assured him. "It's just…"
"…you don't like me being dominative?" Logan asked. "Because I have no problem being submissive…"
"No it's not that!" Carlos shrieked. "In fact, I love you being so assertive, it's just that…well…come here…"
Carlos grabbed Logan's hand and walked to their shared bedroom. Both of them took a seat on their bed.
"Logan," Carlos said. "I made a bet."
"With whom?"
"James…"
"…and does that bet have anything to do with why you left me hanging?"
"Kinda…sorta…"
"What was the bet?"
"Well, I bet him that he couldn't give up a hairspray longer than I could give up…well, having sex with you."
"CARLOS!" Logan exclaimed. "How could you say yes to a bet like that? We're horny hormone-filled teenagers for crying out loud!"
"I couldn't turn down a bet," Carlos said. "It's just not my nature…"
"So what happens if you lose?"
"You and I can't have sex anymore."
"You're such an asshole," Logan said before exiting the room and leaving the apartment; slamming both doors as he exited.
Carlos couldn't help but feel tears run down his face. It was because of his inability to pass up a bet that Logan was furious with him. He hated fighting with Logan.
In the next room, James smiled evilly as he heard the confrontation go down. Kendall lay on his bed, shaking his head.
"James, that is so mean of you. You know Logan's an emotional wreck and you know Carlos can't turn down a bet," Kendall said.
"Hey, if they would have let me sleep in piece, none of this would have happened," James replied.
"You really are a queen-bee bitch," Kendall chuckled.
"Shut up!" James shrieked. "You're the biggest bitch in the world!"
"At least I'm not a prostitute like you," Kendall said as he left the bedroom.
"I hate him so much," James said to himself.
"I heard that!" Kendall yelled.
"I don't fucking care!" James said back.
Logan tried hard to stop crying as he sat secluded in a dark closet where no one could find him. He hated Carlos so much right now. He hated how Carlos just bet away their most passionate and personal moment just for the sake of a stupid bet.
"Damn it," Logan sniffled. "I can't hate him…I love him too much…"
Logan felt his phone vibrate. A call from Carlos. He didn't answer. He didn't want to talk to Carlos right now.
Logan stopped crying when he heard the phone say, "New voicemail message from Carlos Garcia."
He wiped away his tears and pressed play voicemail.
"Logan," Carlos began in the voicemail. Logan could tell Carlos had been crying too. "Please don't hate me for this. I'm really honestly sorry I did such a stupid thing. Just please don't leave me for this. I love you too much to see you leave me. Please come back!"
Logan's heart warmed up hearing Carlos say that. He picked up his phone and went to open the closet door. It wouldn't budge.
"Fuck!" Logan said. "I locked myself in!"
Logan started typing away on his phone.
Carlos, I forgive you. Unfortunately, I've locked myself in a closet and I need you to come open it please…
He sent the message and waited patiently. Not too long after, he felt his phone vibrate.
OMG thank you so much Logan; I'll be down there in no time! 3
Logan smiled and started singing the lyrics to "Battlefield" by Jordin Sparks.
Don't try to explain your mind
I know what's happening here
One minute it's love
And suddenly it's like a battlefield
One word turns into a war
Why is it the smallest things that tear us down?
My world's nothing when you don't
I'm not here without a shield
Can't go back now
Both hands, tied behind my back with nothing
Oh no, these times when we climb so fast to fall again
Why we gotta fall for it now
I never meant to start a war
You know I never wanna hurt you
Don't even know what we're fighting for
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?
Why does love always feel like a battlefield
A battlefield, a battlefield?
Why does love always feel like
Just then, the door quickly opened and he was tackled by a hug from his boyfriend, Carlos. Carlos picked him up bridal-style and carried him all the way back to the apartment, where they instantly were in their room with the door closed and locked. Carlos quickly kissed him intensely, they both felt such passion. Logan, still a tad angry at Carlos, and Carlos, still a little frustrated that he almost broke up with Logan, both started to make the kiss rougher and rougher. The once passionate and loving kiss turned into a rough, angry, relentless make out. Both boys rolled on the floor over each other trying to dominate the kiss and failing miserably. Logan clawed Carlos' back harshly, tearing some of his shirt and Carlos had such a grip on Logan that he was sure he was leaving marks.
Carlos rammed Logan against the wall and started crushing their lips together. Carlos was in complete control until Logan tackled him onto the bed and they tussled in the covers kissing. They were so close to ripping each other's clothes off when Logan heard James in the next room say, "I'm winning already."
Logan pulled off of Carlos instantly. Carlos tried to pull Logan back but Logan slapped him in the face hard.
"OW!" Carlos said, rubbing his cheek. "What was that for?"
"We almost gave in," Logan informed.
Carlos looked at Logan. Logan's shirt was halfway on and his belt buckle was open. Logan's hair looked like a mess and he had bruises above his waist.
Logan examined Carlos. Carlos's shirt was nearly ripped off and his back had open wounds on them.
"We nearly killed each other," Logan said, straightening his hair.
"If it's worth that amazing feeling, I wouldn't mind us being dead," Carlos replied.
"Oh stop flirting," Logan giggled.
"Hey, I can flirt with you. You're my boyfriend," Carlos said.
"Yeah but flirting leads to cuddling. Cuddling leads to kissing. Kissing leads to making out, and making out leads to making love."
"Your point?"
"We have to win this bet and show James we're not just fucking rabbits!"
"Fine, but when we win this bet I'm going to fuck you into the floor!" Carlos exclaimed.
"That's so violent!" Logan shrieked. "I like it!"
Carlos and Logan then laid together in their bed and went to sleep.
James sat up in his bed next door. "Those asses aren't about to beat me. Time to unleash the secret weapon."
OOH, a cliffhanger! Hope you liked this chapter! Review! There is way more to come!