AUTHOR'S NOTE: Thank you to everyone who is reading, favoriting, and reviewing! You guys know how to make a person feel welcome :) Well, anyway, here it is, the chapter you all voted for! Another warning: this is RIDICULOUSLY dirty. Just...ridiculous lol If you're not into long, detailed descriptions of sex, then feel free to skip all the italicized portions. There won't be a whole lot of sex/smut in this story, so I wanted to make the little bit that is in it good! Let me know what you think!
CHAPTER THREE
For Logan, telling the story of how he'd fallen so deeply in love with Kendall had been akin to getting a shovel and digging a hole to China. Just digging and digging, bringing up more dirt that he'd tried to keep buried, and eventually reaching an inner core of molten heat.
In the years following the acceptance of the fact that he indeed liked Kendall "that way," Logan had gone through a lightning-quick sequence of feelings, emotions, conclusions, assumptions, and drama. At first, he'd foolishly believed that if he was in love with Kendall, Kendall could be in love with him. It had made sense at the time, and the more he had become comfortable with the idea of being "Kendall Knight's boy," the more he would allow himself to dream and fantasize about Kendall returning his feelings.
But the girls. Kendall liked the ladies, and they liked him, and Logan had been witness to it nearly every day. Kendall going to the movies with this girl, going to dinner with that girl, inviting them over to his house to meet his parents, etc. They'd always been there, and Logan had always watched, silently, in the background, hoping...praying that the day would come when Kendall would realize that the one he needed, the one who loved him more than anyone else, was right there all along...just wrapped in a package he hadn't been expecting.
And so what if they were both guys? Logan had come to the realization that he could love anyone, no matter what their sex or gender was. All that mattered was the feeling, the emotion, the love. Not like it mattered anyway. His attraction to guys was exactly the same as his attraction to girls - ultimately meaningless because nothing could compete with his attraction to Kendall.
Yes, Kendall liked the girls, and the girls liked Kendall. By the time they'd entered high school, Logan had slowly accepted that Kendall would never feel the same as he, so he'd settled on going on without ever loving anyone. If he could not have the one he wanted, why have a cheap replacement? He would have never been able to give himself completely to that poor person, whoever he or she would have been, so what would have been the point? He'd fill his life with books and knowledge. Some days would be better than others, but he'd still have Kendall's friendship, and that would have to be enough.
Of course, that was easier said than done. He'd gotten the hang of it all through the move from Minnesota to California, and even when Jo had come into the picture, he'd been able to accept her relationship with Kendall. See, Logan had come to the realization that all he really wanted was for Kendall to be happy, even if that meant being happy with some girl who would never fully appreciate the amazing young man who was her boyfriend. It hurt him sometimes, but every time Jo made Kendall smile, every time his green eyes lit up in her presence, Logan could feel the fluttering in his own heart. As long as Kendall was happy, he could learn to be happy, too.
And in the future, he'd never be too far away. If some girl ever broke Kendall's heart, Logan would be no more than a phone call, Facebook message, or airplane ticket away. He'd console and comfort his best friend, still fighting a hope that something more could happen, but ultimately celebrating when Kendall would move on to "happiness" with the next ungrateful girl. It seemed to be a sad existence to him, but he figured it was the only way he could live.
But Kendall...Kendall Donald Knight. Always doing those little things that drove Logan crazy. The way he'd stand up to Gustavo, the way he'd take care of his little sister, the way he'd always be the fearless leader of their quartet. The way he'd always plan these adorable, romantic, flawless dates with Jo, with Logan silently imagining himself in her place.
Nights were the worst. Now, instead of having occasional sleepovers, they permanently shared a room. Every now and then, before going to sleep, they'd turn off the lights and sit on Logan's bed, chatting about whatever happened to be going on in their lives. The music stuff, the California stuff, living with Carlos and James, Palm Woods stuff, "the good old days," sometimes a little chatter about Kendall's rocky relationship with Jo. And then, it never failed, Kendall would slowly rise and slowly stride to his bed. "Good night, little buddy," he'd say in a yawn. Logan's heart would get to beating fast as yet another night would slip by without Kendall boldly telling him to "scoot over" and getting under the sheets with him.
But this was why he'd sought out help. Kendall wasn't gay, so that was never going to happen, but Logan was no longer able to live in a state of unrequited love, so something needed to happen. The obvious solution became crystal clear: get over Kendall. And that had become his main goal.
Unfortunately, the visit to Dr. Riley's office seemed to have made things worse than they already were. Going in, Logan had known that the background would have to be addressed - the "story." He'd known that, and he'd thought he'd been prepared for that, but the memories that had flooded his mind in that office never left him as the next few days went on. Little boy Logan and little boy Kendall operating on a spider...little boy Kendall picking up little boy Logan, who had fallen on the ice. Little boy Logan reminding little boy Kendall with care and compassion to remember significant digits. Teenage Logan imagining a future of love and happiness for grown up Logan and grown up Kendall.
Once upon a time, Logan would over analyze everything about his and Kendall's interactions. He had wanted so badly to see signs that Kendall could be gay - any signs at all - that he would dwell on the littlest things. Kendall would smile, and Logan would agonize over it. Kendall would wink, and Logan would agonize over it. He and Kendall would talk about something deep, and Logan would agonize over it. Kendall would put that little inflection in his voice when saying Logan's name, and Logan would agonize over it.
And now, after all this time, that same desperate feeling was coming over him again. He couldn't help it, and, as always, Kendall wasn't making it any easier. It seemed as if in the few short days that immediately followed Logan's visit to Dr. Riley's office, Kendall turned it up a notch on the overly affectionate acts of friendship.
When they played video games, Kendall would sometimes jab him in the heat of the moment. Or was it not a jab...was it Kendall's subtle way of touching the body he yearned to touch?
After Sunday night's dinner, Logan was slightly surprised when Kendall reached for his empty plate and volunteered to put it in the dishwasher. Not only that, but Kendall told him to stay put; he'd get Logan's drink from the fridge for him. Was that just Kendall being Kendall...or was it more?
When they were in the studio, Kendall sometimes had a habit of staring right into Logan's eyes as he sang the most romantic lyrics of any given song. That had to mean something, right? How could it not? If Kendall needed some inspiration to sing, he could have just closed his eyes and thought about Jo. She was his girlfriend, for goodness's sake. And if he needed someone there in front of him, Kelly was never too far away, and she was very sweet and pretty. But he always turned to Logan.
After three and a half days of holding Kendall under a microscope, Logan settled into bed Monday night with a thousand and one thoughts racing through his mind. Maybe it wasn't impossible...maybe Kendall could love him. Maybe he just didn't know how to yet, and maybe he just needed someone to give him a little push. But that would have meant Logan would need to step up and say something. And then it could all blow up in his face.
Logan knew, though, that when Kendall liked someone, he would go after them. He had too much confidence stored in him to ever second guess himself or think that he wouldn't be successful in getting what he wanted. Self-esteem deficiency was Logan's domain, without a doubt. Kendall was much stronger than that, and that was one of the reasons Logan had such a crush on him. Kendall always followed his heart.
Of course, though, Kendall might have had all of that get up and go in him when he was going after a girl, but going after a guy would have to be an entirely different thing. Maybe he was afraid that Logan would reject him. As far as Kendall knew, Logan was straight - at least, that's what Logan assumed. Would Kendall ever be as bold as to make a move on him, not knowing for sure how his dark-haired friend would react? Or maybe Kendall resented the fact that he loved Logan and wanted nothing more than to hate him. But if that was the case, why was Kendall still so...Kendall when he was with Logan?
It was all just too confusing. How would either one of them know that the other one wanted more than just a friendship? One would have to go out on a limb and hope to god that he'd made the right choice. In any other situation, Kendall would have been the one to take the giant leap. But as Logan glanced at the peaceful body, chest rising and falling, in the other bed, he knew that this wasn't like any other situation.
Logan drifted off into his own slumber, finally, at around 2AM on Monday night (or early Tuesday morning). After tossing and turning, sometimes just staring at Kendall from across the room, all he wanted to do was make it through the night and the following day, make his way to the "Trigonometry Lovers Club meeting," and tell Dr. Riley that this was an emergency situation. It was best to keep his mind off Kendall, and he'd only accept advice meant to accomplish that goal. No point in dredging up old memories from the past.
Unfortunately, the tempting seed of fantasy had already been planted, and Logan's heart was in overdrive all through the night. His conscience, and that good old self-control, fought tooth and nail against any invading thoughts of Kendall, but after a while, the dream fairies were in charge, and they weren't gonna let him off so easily.
Logan entered their bedroom, fresh out of the shower. As much as he loved to beat himself up, calling himself plain and unattractive, Logan Mitchell was no one you'd want to turn your head from. His short but sturdy frame fit snugly into a pair of shorts and a T-shirt ("Abracadalgebra" - with numbers and symbols coming out of a magician's hat), and all of his masculine curves - the firm, developing pecs, the strong biceps, the smooth thighs, the pert butt - were on perfect display. His jet black hair was still a little wet, and the lavender scent of his shampoo was strong on his body.
Of course, he knew all of this, and he knew he looked good, and so when he casually pranced into the room, he had a purpose. It had been four days, and that was just too, too long to go without...
The green eyes were watching him, and those green eyes were hungry. Though Kendall pretended to be hard at work writing in his journal, they both knew where his attention lie once Logan had entered the room. Definitely not on the random lyrics about making tween girls believe they'd always belong to him, that's for sure. In fact, someone already belonged to Kendall, and the lanky, dreamy heartthrob was suddenly in the mood to issue a reminder.
"Four days," he said maturely to Logan. "That's a long time for us."
Logan's head made a slight bob to acknowledge Kendall's comment without fully agreeing. He'd gotten this down to an exact science (of course he would...), and he knew that he had to key Kendall up a little to get him working at his full potential. He had to make Kendall work for what he wanted, and, in turn, he would work for what he wanted - because turning down Kendall's initial advances was always hard work.
He combed his hair at the mirror, at any minute expecting to feel Kendall's presence behind him, and, sure enough, Kendall stealthily slid out of his bed and, after hitting the light switch and locking the door, approached Logan.
"You wear those shorts and that shirt, and you...you know what it does to me," said Kendall. His eyes met Logan's in the mirror.
"Yeah, I know what it does," Logan said teasingly.
Like it was a part of his nature, Kendall gently placed his hands on Logan's sides and began dropping soft, caressing kisses on his neck. Logan kept up his game, though, and only partially allowed himself to be taken by the passion. He cocked his head a little to the side to give Kendall access to more skin, but at just the right moment, he let out a bored yawn. Kendall ignored it, though, and kept on sucking the neck.
"I can't comb my hair when you're doing all of this," Logan said dryly, but Kendall's determination and refusal to be fazed by his apathy were starting to break his resolve.
Kendall moved his mouth to Logan's left ear and whispered gingerly, "I can't fuck you when you're combing your hair."
And that was it. Logan was done. The comb dropped to the floor and Logan's fingers began to curl as Kendall's kisses intensified. "Fuck you, Kendall," he exhaled as he turned to face his lover. Kendall's tongue invaded his mouth like the U.S. Army, and it wasn't long before the shorter guy was standing on tiptoes and pressing his own mouth aggressively on Kendall's. Kendall pushed back just as hard until he had Logan's back up against the wall.
A pair of strong, familiar hands took possession of Logan's posterior, and he willingly worked his hips in time with the hands. A tight and sudden squeeze made him writhe and moan with pleasure. His hands clutched Kendall's shoulders.
"Mmm, Kendall," Logan quietly moaned as Kendall went back to his neck.
"You like that, Hortense?" Kendall asked in a low, sleazy, sex-filled intonation..
"Yeah," Logan replied breathlessly. His fingers drilled into Kendall's lower back.
"You still playing hard-to-get?"
"No."
"Show me how much you like it," instructed Kendall.
Logan immediately let a rogue hand slide down to the opening of Kendall's boxers, and he placed the tip of his middle finger on the tip of Kendall's exposed head, sending him into convulsions.
"Ah, fuck, Logan," Kendall groaned. "You always do that."
"Mhm."
Logan pulled Kendall's undershirt off and threw it to the floor. He went right to work on Kendall's hard, pink nipples, squeezing them, nibbling them, flicking his tongue back and forth over them. Kendall threw his head back in ecstasy and rest his hands in Logan's hair. His fingers journeyed through the raven locks, occasionally getting rough and pulling hard, but then he could feel Logan's head start to move down...down...down.
Logan licked every inch of Kendall's chest and abs. He got to the shallow navel, and just passing his tongue through once was enough to send Kendall into another fit.
"Shit, Logan," he said this time. "Keep going."
Logan silently continued his duty. He closed his mouth and rubbed his lips and nose in the fine hairs that stuck out of the opening of Kendall's boxers. They were sweet with the smell of Kendall's citrus-and-sage shower gel, and Logan inhaled deeply, ejecting his tongue and letting it make contact with Kendall's steadily hardening shaft.
"Yeah, you want a taste?" Kendall asked, his erection taking shape.
Logan answered by acting, opening his mouth and breathing warm breath on Kendall's cock. Kendall leaned over, resting his forehead on the wall, putting Logan in a small, cramped, but extremely arousing, place between the wall and himself. James and Carlos slept on the other side of the wall, but they were irrelevant.
"Suck me off," Kendall said through his heavy suspiring. "Make it wet."
The length of Kendall's seven and a half inches dangled out of the boxers in front of Logan's eager and ready eyes. He opened his mouth and stuck out his tongue, using his hand to slowly jerk Kendall off. His tongue played around with the slit in the head, and Kendall's thighs began to buckle, pushing the piece even closer to Logan's face. Logan didn't stop, though, and he kept swirling his tongue over the slit in calculating circles that got more and more abrasive.
Logan knew what it took to really get Kendall's motor running, though, and while his left hand continued to rub up and down the throbbing member, his right hand squeezed into the boxers' opening and in between the legs to find the sensitive patch of tissue known affectionately as the taint. Logan's forefinger made one long, rough drag from crack to balls, and Kendall caterwauled for a solid fifteen seconds.
"Fuck, fuck," he swore as he began to back away from Logan. "Your bed. Right fucking now."
Kendall collapsed on Logan's bed, furiously yanking off his blue-and-white pinstripe boxers. Logan crawled to the bed from the wall, the boxers landing on his back before falling to the floor. His hands lifted him up over the edge of the bed, and he beheld the glorious, erotic sight of Kendall Knight, his best friend and lover, completely naked, except for a golden cross on a chain around his neck, writhing and convulsing and touching himself all over the bed. Within milliseconds, Logan was filled to the brim with a ravaging lust and went right for the tempting cock sticking straight up in front of him.
He parted his lips and let his tongue lead the way, taking it all in his mouth and almost gagging on it. He didn't care, though, because his only goal and objective now was to get Kendall to come. He bobbed up and down, tightening his whole mouth around the pulsating pecker, and Kendall's wish was now coming true as his male part was slowly becoming water-logged. Logan held it in his mouth, letting it moisten, and then closed his lips very tightly as he expelled it. Repeat, repeat, repeat...
Kendall stretched out on the bed, every inch of his body tingling with excitement and rapture. His legs stretched out over the edge of the bed, and his feet and toes gyrated incoherently. He cooed and moaned and cried and groaned and sighed and laughed and smiled and inhaled and exhaled. He almost came right then and there, but he wasn't ready for this to be over yet. He gained enough sense to pull his pre-cum-covered cock out of Logan's mouth and then pulled Logan up for a nasty, sloppy, filthy, dirty, sexy, mind-blowing, soul-stirring, heart-pounding lip lock.
"I'm gonna fuck the shit out of you," Kendall declared in that dirty voice that always got Logan's balls jumping. Despite the darkness, the green eyes found the chocolate eyes, and, amidst all the heavy panting and petting, their senses heightened.
Logan sat up on Kendall's waist and took his shirt off, might as well throwing it several thousand feet to the ground because he felt like he and Kendall were among the clouds. He leaned back over for another blue, titillating kiss, giving Kendall opportunity to push his shorts and underwear off. It was a bit of a struggle, though, as their body heat had produced just enough sweat to make their clothes stick, and by the time Logan joined Kendall in complete rawness, they both needed a second to catch their breath.
"Kendall," Logan said, a drunken smile coming across his face, "I'm really, really glad you stole my book in the fourth grade."
Kendall chuckled breathlessly. "I'm glad I stole your virginity in the tenth ago."
They both snickered before sharing another kiss. "I love you," Kendall said seriously.
"I know."
Logan sat up again, but this time he turned himself around on top of Kendall. He leaned over and began jerking Kendall's dick off again, preparing to continue administering his tongue bath, but his attention to his favorite tool was taken away when he felt the warm, wet tongue pierce his sensitive flower.
"Ah, Kendall," he sighed dreamily. "Mmm...mmm...mmm." His own dick grew exponentially in size, and its place between the two guys' abdomens produced shock waves that went through both their bodies.
Kendall pulled Logan's body closer to his face and away from his crotch, knowing that if he'd been touched for just a second, he'd come, and he wasn't going to let that happen now. Not until he was in him.
He squeezed Logan's firm, dimpled cheeks, feeling the muscles contort under the pressure of his hands, and proceeded to tongue-fuck his lover more aggressively. The tight pink hole puckered and pursed uncontrollably as Logan's entire body quaked.
"Ah, fuck, Kendall," whispered Logan. "Get me loose."
Though Logan thrashed violently on top of him, Kendall kept calm, focusing on pleasuring his boy's sweet spot and preparing him for the rough, but magical, road ahead. He began to use his fingers, twisting and turning and bending them in Logan, searching for that spot, that one spot that would take Logan to felicity.
"Shit! Shit!" Logan yelped. He tried to stay quiet, though, because he knew all it would take was one loud shriek for everyone in the apartment to wake up.
"You like that?" asked Kendall. "You like having my fingers in you, Hortense?"
"Yes! Fuck!" Logan said through painfully clamped teeth as he moved his ass back and forth on Kendall's skinny, pointy fingers. "Deeper."
Kendall jabbed two fingers in deep, knowing it would hurt Logan dearly, but also knowing Logan loved the pain. He found the spot he'd been searching for and slowly rubbed it, trying his best to imitate the work Logan had done on his taint.
Logan was in such a far away place that words were unnecessary and impossible. He lay his head down near Kendall's dick but couldn't even get off on it as the only thought in his mind was how fantastic the two fingers working his hole over felt inside him. His mouth hung ajar, his eyes loosely closed. He began to effortlessly kiss and pet Kendall's thighs.
Kendall finally slid his fingers out, satisfied with the ease with which they moved.
"You ready?" he asked Logan romantically as he lightly tickled Logan's sensitive and twitching thighs and ass.
Logan didn't answer with words. He crawled to the side of the bed with gentleness and reached underneath for a small strongbox. As Kendall continued to massage his legs and keep his opening from tightening up, Logan rolled through the combination lock and opened the box, withdrawing a condom. He returned to his seat at the summit of Mount Kendall and stretched behind him to apply the condom. His own rod hung over his balls on Kendall's abs, and the blonde began to stroke it.
"I want this in me next time," announced Kendall.
Logan secured the condom and leaned over for a breathy kiss. "You can have it."
Kendall reached down and stuck another finger in Logan's hole to make sure it was ready. Logan tickled Kendall's nipples, and their eyes caught for a second. They stared into each other's souls, but then they sort of giggled. No words, just the low, throaty sound of laughter, as Kendall rubbed a little pre-cum in Logan's hole. He stopped laughing and abruptly made a big, hard thrust into Logan's warm entrance.
"Oh, shit," Logan let out, bouncing up with the rhythm of Kendall's dick. Kendall remained fixated on his baby's blissful face like it was a game he just had to win. His physique worked like a well-oiled machine as his piston went up and down, up and down into and out of Logan. The last thing he wanted to do was slow down or lose intensity, for the most paradisiacal orgasm in the world could be achieved when he fucked Logan so hard that even his own brain would start to lose consciousness. He wasn't gonna cheat himself out of that pure delight.
"Mmm," he began to mumble. Logan knew it was coming...the dirty talk. All the talk they'd had before was tame compared to the outrageously filthy things Kendall would say once he got himself in Logan. "You like that fucking dick, don't you? All you want for the rest of your life is this dick in your ass, you little freak. You dirty fucking freak. You like me fucking you like this."
"Yeah," Logan could only say, because all of this dirty talk turned him on like nothing in the world could turn him on. He was exactly where he wanted to be. His boy was fucking him and talking dirty, he was sweating, and his heart was pounding. Every second, there were what felt like little atomic explosions going off all throughout his body.
"You're so fucking sexy," Kendall continued, throwing his head back and just reveling in the feel of Logan's cherry. "I always thought you were fucking sexy...with those sexy fucking glasses on your face all the time. I wanted to fuck you when we were ten, damn it. I wanted to fuck you all over Minnesota. You sexy bitch. All I want forever is to fuck you, and then you can start fucking me with that big dick you got. I want you in me."
Logan rode Kendall's hard-on like the Lone Ranger. He bent down for a kiss, but Kendall's hands restrained him, and they swapped an obscene amount of bodily fluids as they licked and sucked and kissed each other's faces. At one point, Logan could feel his tongue licking Kendall's eyebrows. He didn't care, though, because this was just too damn good.
"I'm turning you over," Kendall said. "I gotta ram it."
Without even giving Logan a chance to catch his breath, he rolled from underneath him and pinned him down against the bed.
"Do you want it?" Kendall asked.
"Yes," Logan answered in the midst of his lovely pain.
"I asked you a question, damn it. Do you want it?"
"Yes! I want it, Kendall! I want it!"
Kendall stroked his dick and looked down at the condom he wore. "You want it raw, don't you? You want me to go all in you, and you want it to stay in you. You want me to fucking own you, you freak."
"Yes! Yes! Own me, Kendall. I'm yours!"
Kendall ripped off the condom and didn't care where it landed. He rest his bulging, quivering erection in Logan's valley and slid it up and down over the hole. "You wanted to play hard-to-get, huh? Two can play that game."
"But I need it, Kendall! I need it in me now!"
"Yeah, you need it, you little freak," Kendall chortled naughtily, eying Logan's swollen hole. And just like the first thrust, this one was hard and unapologetic. He pushed his bare member into the smaller guy's moist insides and once again sent his lover into the shakes. Logan reached out and held onto the headboard then bit into his pillow, knowing this was all too good for him to not make any noise. He screamed into the pillow and bit the pillowcase.
Kendall fucked him ferociously. He fell on Logan's back, but kept his hips free to pump in and out of his boy's behind. He rest his mouth near Logan's ear, where he could lick and breathe on yet another sensitive spot.
"Mmm, so fucking tight, and so fucking good," Kendall whispered. Not as dirty, but just as erotic. "Be my baby, Logan. Be my baby."
"Mmm, Kendall..."
Kendall's flexible and well-worked waist enabled his flat, but toned, ass to swivel and swirl above Logan's tightening one. If Kendall could see himself, he'd have been shocked to realize all of the muscles that could pop out on someone's ass, much less his, but he wasn't worried about that right now. He just wanted to shoot lots and lots of hot, sticky cum into Logan. He wanted to mark this boy as his, put a healthy dose of Knight in him. And then it began...
"It's about to come, you freak," Kendall whispered in Logan's ear. "Don't you feel it? Don't you feel it coming? Don't you feel it jumping in you?"
Logan turned his head to its side so he could see Kendall's eyes as he nodded. He couldn't miss this...it was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The sight of Kendall Knight reaching climax...releasing every single inhibition, letting go, feeding the lusty beast that took over his mind, body, and soul. Even if Logan's chunky dick hadn't already been hard, even if Kendall hadn't been fucking him like a mad man, even if he hadn't already been living in the land of Eden, just seeing Kendall's orgasm would have put him over the edge and brought him to his own within seconds.
"Come in me, Kendall," Logan found himself saying. He'd usually left the filthy expressions and declarations to Kendall, but he couldn't help it. The excitement of knowing he'd have Kendall's seed in him was too much. "Make me yours."
"It's coming," said Kendall, his voice going up into that upper register that was usually reserved for singing. Just that sound brought Logan nearer to his peak, and he could feel his own juices starting to flow.
"I want to see you," Kendall suddenly said. He kept himself in Logan but stopped pumping. "I want to see you. I want your hands all over me."
Logan struggled to turn over. He didn't want Kendall to fall out of him, because it would have been a tragedy to waste all of that goodness on the sheets, but he had to do without it for just a second as he shifted himself. Plus, Kendall had worked so hard and was so charged that it was hard to move under his heavy body. Still, though, Logan soldiered on and was able to flip himself over under his lover's embrace.
Kendall spread Logan's legs and pushed them up at the knee to expose the pink flower that enraptured him. His almost-there tool lined up perfectly, and he shoved it back in before he could rob them both of the hitherto joy of a deeper, more mature, more permanent union.
The eyes met. Spearmint and chocolate. That was the only way they wanted it...they wanted it to be shared, lucidly, between them both. They wanted to see the effect it had, to see the feelings it stirred, to see the fruits of each other's sexual prowess.
Logan wrapped his legs around Kendall's back, drawing him deeper and deeper inside. Kendall pumped harder and harder until...
"It's happening!" Kendall exclaimed too loudly, but he didn't give a damn. "It's happening! It's coming, it's..."
He pushed as hard as he could into Logan and felt quick, hot streams of cum exit his body into Logan. He could hear himself wail, he could feel Logan's hand cover his mouth, he could feel the cum shooting out of the dick he wanted to have in himself, and then he could hear Logan wailing just as loud as he was. He went for a sloppy kiss, but it wasn't happening...he was too wasted to aim for Logan's mouth, and it landed on the pillow. Logan's arms wrapped around his neck, and he could feel the soft lips and tongue on his neck.
Logan was just as done. The feeling of the sticky liquid filling him up had done it for him, but it had been so many things. The way he could feel it move inside him, the way Kendall pulsed inside him, the way Kendall wept and sighed and trembled, the way Kendall sang in his ear, the way Kendall's salty sweat tasted on his tongue, the way Kendall...was just there.
All that was left was panting. Loud, heavy, guttural, masculine, musical, weak, breathless, lilting, feminine, vulnerable, soft, human panting.
Logan's legs fell onto the bed as Kendall withdrew from his body. Kendall wore a look of anguish on his face, but he wasn't done. He descended Logan's body just a little, sent his mouth straight to the wet cock, and refused to let go until he could taste as much of Logan's sweetness as possible. Logan couldn't be without his embrace, though, and so he pulled Kendall back up to him, to kiss him, to taste a little of himself on Kendall's lips, to express his emotions. But words would not come to him...he could just look at him, stare at him. This beautiful young man...this beautiful person...he'd spent years caring about Logan, reassuring Logan, making Logan happy, loving Logan, and it was only natural that they would be together forever.
"Well," Kendall suddenly said, as if unknowingly coming out hypnosis. "I gotta go."
He climbed off of the bed and went to his closet to get dressed.
Logan immediately sat up, confused and scared. "But wait..."
"No. No 'But wait,'" Kendall said condescendingly. "You know it's Jo's turn now."
Logan rubbed his eyes, and, immediately, Kendall stood before him fully dressed.
"Get yourself some sleep," said Kendall. "And remember, I left my mark in you, so you're mine now. You can't go anywhere or do anything with anybody else because I'll be in you everywhere you go."
Logan couldn't believe it. He didn't know what was going on. Hadn't they just shared a night of passion? Hadn't they just been vulnerable together? Hadn't Kendall begged for Logan to own him in return?
Kendall gave him a quick peck on the forehead. "You're a little firecracker."
And just like that, he was out the door. With nothing left to do or say and no one there to comfort him, Logan sat alone in silence. And then he began to cry.
Logan woke up in a mess. His head was pounding, his heart was racing, his shirt was damp with sweat. It had felt so real...it had felt like it had actually happened, as if he and Kendall had really did...
But it didn't. They didn't. And what really had happened had happened many times before, but he had thought it was over, that it would never happen again, but...it had. The dreams.
The dreams.
Naturally, they'd started when he had first started to feel closer than normal to Kendall. The thought hadn't occurred to him then that he could be falling in love with Kendall, but a great deal of his inner stress and strife could have been attributed to the fleeting thoughts he'd have in his sleep about kissing Kendall, hugging Kendall. And, of course, as he'd grown older, those dreams had become clearer and more explicit...and more mature. They were always so dirty, so adult, and so unlike Logan's lucid personality. A part of him hated those dreams, and a part of him blamed Kendall for them. Only Kendall could invade his subconsciousness and make him play out those long-winded, totally unnecessary, totally pornographic - totally stimulating, totally sexy, totally hot, totally fulfilling - dreams.
And then, the grand finale. The ultimate abandonment. The kiss-off. Was this his fate? Was this what he had to look forward to? Enjoying these magical moments with Kendall - not sex, not romance, but just the "best friend" stuff - and then watching him go off to spend time with someone else?
A nightmare.
It hurt. It just...hurt. How could he have all of these feelings for someone who couldn't possibly feel the same way? Was that a sign that maybe Kendall did indeed feel the same way? Why would any higher power put Logan through all of this for the sake of a guy who would never ever love him?
It hurt. And it made him mad. It made him angry, and it made him want to seek vengeance. But he didn't know from whom. From Kendall? For making him feel this way? For marking him in his dreams and making it feel so real?
Or maybe from that doctor, that old man. For making poor Logan relive some of the silliest but most sacred moments of his short life and providing the stimulation to bring Logan to the most intimate of places in his dreams.
Or maybe from society. For making it so damn hard for a person to find love with the one they really wanted to be with.
Or maybe from himself. Perhaps that was it. Logan hated himself. For loving this boy. For caring so much. For not being smart enough to remedy the situation all on his own.
He needed help more than ever, and he'd have to let the doctor know the score. It didn't matter why he loved Kendall or how he loved Kendall or how long he had been loving Kendall or how much he wanted to make love to Kendall or how he would have dreams of Kendall making sweet, passionate love to him and expelling his seed in him. None of that mattered.
All that mattered, once and for all, was that he got over Kendall. That was it. That was...just it. There could be no other solution, and Logan had the smarts to know it. With that thought in mind, he turned over and closed his eyes. He didn't even want to look at Kendall sleeping peacefully across the room. He'd seen Kendall enough for the night...he'd felt him enough for the night. Even if it wasn't real, it was enough.
Get over Kendall. Hate him if you must, he told himself. Do something. Anything to get over him. Stop loving him. Look deep inside yourself and erase the mark he left in you.
NOTE: This will be the last chapter that focuses almost exclusively on Logan and his psyche. Of course, our Hortense is the central character, so he'll always be the main focus, but with Chapter 4, the plot's going to finally start moving, and we'll get to spend some time in the other characters' heads. Hope you enjoy :)