AUTHOR'S NOTE: All right, another long wait, but I had to make the sad decision to put the story on hold for a few weeks in February because I really had to focus my attention on other things. But the story is back, now, and as you'll read in this chapter, it's back with a vengeance! Thanks for your reviews, and I hope you enjoy!
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
James and Carlos sat quietly in their room. Yes, quietly. As wild and rambunctious as they could be throughout the day, they both had this great ability to calm it down by nightfall. This was what made them such a great songwriting duo. Carlos would sit on the edge of his bed, abusing his knees as he patted and slapped and pounded out the perfect rhythm, while James would be tucked in his own bed, writing and scribbling and drawing out all of the perfect lyrics.
Such was the case on this night, and all was going as normal, but Carlos was finding it hard to concentrate. He tried to jot down a few measures of melody, but the notes kept getting lost in his head. His thoughts kept turning away from his work and toward something else, and it was getting quite annoying. He glanced over at James, who seemed to be completely in the zone, and it made him feel even more inadequate.
Logan and Kendall. Fuck, he thought as he slapped his knee to vent his frustration. Why can't I get them out of my freaking head?
But Carlos didn't realize that James only seemed to be in the zone. He, too, was finding it hard to stay focused on writing words of teenage love and adolescent dreams. As long as he could hear Carlos patting and slapping away, though, he kept his eyes on his notebook. So what if the words written there went a little something like this:
"Eye to eye, we're dancing in the storm, going our own way and making it through; you and me, we're meant to be, no matter what they say to us; you and me, forever we'll be, and they can't take that away from us."
He didn't know what they meant or where they came from, but at the same time...yeah, he knew. He knew, all right, and even though he felt weird writing a song about how he truly thought two of his best friends felt for each other, he couldn't stop. The words just kept flowing from his heart and mind down into his fingers, through the pen, and onto the page.
Just as James wrote the last chorus, he could feel Carlos standing over him.
"What?" he asked, quickly hiding the page, but it was too late.
"Those lyrics...they're about them, aren't they?" Carlos asked hesitantly.
"About who?" James replied defensively. He put his notebook aside.
"Them!" Carlos emphasized. "Them...Logan and Kendall. You're writing about them."
"What?" James scoffed. "Why would I be writing about them?" He tried to laugh it off, but he knew he couldn't hide from the truth.
"Because you're just like me...you can't stop thinking about them and what they're going through...because you just KNOW that they're going through exactly what we've been thinking that they're going through. And it's killing you, just like it's killing me."
James looked up at him, and he couldn't keep the look of cynicism in his eyes. It quickly melted to show his true feelings, his true thoughts...that real, sincere air of friendship that confirmed Carlos's suspicions.
It was rare that Carlos would be the one to comfort James, but it happened. He put a calming arm on James's shoulder.
"Come on, let's see if it matches up with the melody I've been writing..."
Kendall and Logan needed to be alone. Their kiss - the kiss that they'd been working up to for nearly ten years - was only the tip of the iceberg as far as how they felt for each other was concerned. As their lips touched, their bodies did as well, and it was the beginning of a violent show of affection as their hands pulled and squeezed and rubbed on each other. Now that their love was declared, it was time for it to be displayed in the most intimate of ways. All restraints were gone...all of the mental barricades that had stood in their way were gone. There was nothing left to keep them away from each other.
Kendall took Logan by the hand and led him through the sidewalks and streets of Los Angeles until they reached a small, but classy, hotel. Taking the key from the desk clerk, Kendall then led Logan into the elevator, where they stood silently, watching as the numbers on the wall lit up one-by-one. They wouldn't dare look at each other or even so much as acknowledge each other's presence, for it would have been too hard to keep from making love right there on the floor. But their hands were clasped, and they held onto each other as if the world was ending.
They found their room and entered quietly. Kendall turned on the light, and the whole place glowed, but as soon as the door was shut behind them, the environment was irrelevant. It didn't matter that the wall was painted the most exquisite shade of royal blue or that the carpet was made of the finest materials or that each piece of furniture was hand-carved from mahogany or that the bed was made so immaculately that a quarter could bounce off of it. The only thing that had any real meaning or purpose was the concrete love that radiated from the two young men in the room.
Kendall turned to Logan and their eyes met across the room. There was a brief moment of tension...what were they going to do? Were they going to spend the whole night in this room? Where they going to use the bed? What were they doing here? Their breathing was heavy, and their hearts were beating just as intensely, and then they walked to one another, meeting in the center. Kendall took Logan's hands, and they kissed.
"I...I need you," Kendall said to him, and Logan's heart began to beat harder. "I need to have you...I need you to have me."
Logan just nodded shakily. "I want you."
Their eyes were trained on each other, and their pulses were racing. They both knew what they wanted to do...they both knew why they were in this room. They could deal with everything else later. What their parents had to say, what their friends had to say, what Jo had to say, what Gustavo and Griffin had to say...all of that could wait. Before anything else could get in the way...before the drama and the trauma that would surely come their way once they decided to go public with their feelings...they had to have this moment, this night, and this memory.
They kissed again, this time a little longer, and Logan began to back into the bed, making a soft landing on its edge. Kendall slowly worked his way down into a kneeling position, and his hands began to massage Logan's thighs and torso as they continued to make out. Their pace picked up and their movements became quicker as both guys lost their inhibitions little-by-little and gave into their fantasies.
Logan could only stare as Kendall stood up and took off his shirt. This was really happening...it was really happening! Kendall Knight...his best friend...the boy he'd given his heart to...the boy he'd dreamt of being with for so long...was in love with him...and they were going to make love. Logan was overcome with emotion and began to just shake his head, almost welling up with tears again.
"Is something wrong?" Kendall asked, not wanting to push Logan any further than he wanted to go.
"No," Logan quickly answered, shaking his head convincingly. He didn't want this chance to be ruined...he didn't want to turn Kendall away or let this very adult circumstance pass him by. He thought about everything - all of the years of holding back and relying on self-control to keep him in check, all of the years of watching Jo mistreat someone he felt was his and having to stand by silently as Kendall poured his love into someone else - and it lit a spark within him. He didn't want to be the sensitive little lamb that Kendall had to take his time with. No, he wanted to show Kendall that he wanted this just as much as he did and that he, too, could be a lust-filled animal bent on release.
Kendall knelt back down, and Logan took his hand, moving it to his hardening crotch, closing his eyes and letting out a slight moan in the process. "Ahh...Kendall, please...let me...let me...let me fuck you..."
And of course Kendall had always assumed that if they were ever going to do it, he'd be the top and Logan would be the bottom, but hearing Logan make such a request...his sweet, gentle voice declaring such a dirty want...it sent an unexpected shockwave down Kendall's spine, and he knew he couldn't deny him. He began to rub Logan's cock through his jeans, and he reached up for a kiss. This time, however, Logan's tongue took control, and it took Kendall by surprise, but he liked it. There was something about the thought of Logan being a freak under all of his quietness and shyness that turned him on, and he wanted more of it.
"Suck me off," Logan instructed as he unzipped his pants. His hard cock flopped out as soon as the tension of the zipper was gone, and Kendall took a second to stare. He'd never been so close to Logan's cock before, and he'd never realized how big it was. He looked up to Logan's pleading eyes then back down to his cock, and once the connection was made in his mind - this is the guy I love wanting me to make him feel incredible feelings - he spit on it and began to lick it. He'd never given a blowjob before, but he'd seen enough gay porn to know how to do it right.
He licked Logan's sensitive head, making the smaller guy shake a little, but then he took it in his mouth and sucked, which made Logan shriek.
"I'm sorry," Kendall apologized.
"No," Logan said, biting his lower lip. "No, keep doing it."
Kendall took more and more of Logan's inches into his mouth and bobbed up and down slowly and rhythmically until they were moving together in perfect harmony. Logan swung his head back and just reveled in the feeling of Kendall's warm, wet mouth around his hard, throbbing dick. Camille could never do it right...never. Maybe the fact that she was more into putting her tongue on vaginas had something to do with it. But that didn't matter now. All that mattered was the sensation that went through Logan's body every time his dick hit the back of Kendall's mouth. Even the little stabs that came from Kendall's inexperienced teeth didn't hurt...there was too much nirvana for that. And as Kendall kissed down the length of the shaft and licked the fine-haired balls, Logan could feel his insides burning with an uncontrollable passion.
Kendall stood up, working the cock with one hand and trying to get rid of the rest of his clothes with the other. He suddenly felt vulnerable, as if the prospect of Logan popping his cherry first made him the weaker of the two of them, but he didn't care. Part of him felt like he owed it to Logan to let him be the strong one now, anyway. He'd strung him along for so many years that it only felt right that Logan be the one to take charge for a change.
Kendall left Logan's pulsing tool alone for just enough time to take off his pants and reveal the rest of his tanned and muscled body. Logan's dick began to jump at the sight, and Kendall couldn't help but flash a little smirk. Logan returned his smirk with a grin, and it was then irrelevant that this was their first chance to relieve all of the sexual tension they'd been feeling for what seemed like forever - it felt like they were two lovers who'd been making love to each other for their whole lives, but that was Kendall and Logan to a T. They never had to do anything or say anything to each other to know what the other was feeling, and so while they'd never so much as touched each other's cocks before, there was no awkwardness as they were inching closer and closer to fucking for the very first time.
Kendall climbed onto the bed and straddled Logan in his underwear, leaving only a few inches between their faces, eyes, and lips. His eyes said it all. Those devious, up-to-no-good, devilish green eyes said it all. He collapsed on Logan's body, and they rolled over, allowing Logan to finally get rid of his clothes. His shirt landed on the other side of the room, and his shoes just fell right beside the bed. His pants stayed in a nice little pile on the far end of the bed, and then they were both in their underwear.
All of the skin...all of the near-nakedness...it took Logan by surprise, because once again, he had to remind himself he wasn't dreaming.
Their bodies smashed together and bounced off each other, and their lips pressed together, and their fingers went through each other's hair. Hard dicks yearned to break free of their cloth prisons, and hands groped firm asses. Their eyes met, and Kendall ended up on his back with Logan between his legs. The position was so intimate, so indicative of the love that two people could share. Their hearts were beating hard, and their breath was heavy, but they couldn't stop there.
Kendall, the daredevil who always wanted to make the first move, carelessly reached for Logan's underwear and rolled them down, bringing the large dick back to his attention.
Logan, the one who always thought things through and wanted to stay safe, immediately wondered...shouldn't they have some kind of protection? Even in his wildest dreams - and he'd had some wild ones - they'd always use condoms, but now, when it seemed like they were so close to sealing the deal and the nearest mode of protection seemed so far away, was he willing to postpone the seduction for the sake of being safe?
"I trust you," Kendall replied as if he was reading Logan's mind. "I never did anything with Jo without a rubber."
"Same thing with me and Camille."
Kendall nodded. "Well then, I trust you."
Logan hesitated, but he nodded, and he could feel that Kendall's trust was real. This was going to happen...it was going to happen, and nothing was going to stop it.
Kendall slipped off his own underwear, and they were both completely raw. The pressure...the heat...the feelings were just so much. Logan didn't know if he could do this the right way...he didn't know if he was going to make a fool out of himself or make Kendall not want him anymore...he didn't know if Kendall wouldn't stop at the last minute and say that this was wrong, that he needed to be with Jo, and that they needed to forget tonight ever happened. But then he remembered...this was Kendall. This was his Kendall. And Kendall loved him.
He lowered himself and they began to make out, their dicks twitching with every second of contact. Subconsciously, he moved his hand down between Kendall's legs and searched for the opening with his fingers, and once he found it, he slowly pressed on it, getting it ready. He didn't know how or why he knew the proper way to do such things, but he didn't question it. It just felt natural to him, and so he did it. He didn't want to hurt Kendall, no matter how much Kendall might have hurt him in the past. No, he wanted this to be the beautiful thing that it was meant to be.
"Are you sure?" he asked Kendall through hushed tones. In response, Kendall took Logan's hand, sucked on his fingers and then let Logan do the same, and then he pushed the fingers back down to his hole, guiding them inside him and twitching when Logan found his spot. Logan slowly began to penetrate Kendall with the two fingers, not wanting to go too fast but not wanting to be a bore. Maybe he should have let Kendall be the pitcher first...maybe it would have made more sense if Kendall, the usual take-charge guy, took the reins here and showed Logan how it was done...but it was too late for second-guessing.
Kendall purred slowly and lowly as Logan got used to working his hole and massaging his spot, and the soft sounds made Logan's dick even harder, to the point where he felt ready to make sweet love to Kendall. He slid his fingers out and tried his best to open Kendall wide so that the initial thrust didn't hurt. Before he could enter, though, Kendall quickly spit in his own hand and rubbed Logan's dick with it. The confusion on Logan's face prompted Kendall to smile, which came as a surprise to the both of them, and a bit of the tension was gone.
"Be gentle with me, Hortense," Kendall teased, and Logan grinned again, this time going in for another kiss, but while their lips were together, he slowly entered Kendall, and his head fell slightly to the left of Kendall's as he huffed and puffed with each thrust, tapping Kendall's spot each time and making Kendall cry softly with pleasurable pain. Logan sucked on Kendall's neck and dug his nails into the pillow, while little tears streamed from Kendall's eyes. It felt so good to finally have Logan in him, to finally be this way with Logan, to once and for all be connected to Logan forever. With his legs in the air and his arms wrapped around Logan's body, Kendall closed his eyes and wailed as his man fucked him.
Logan's mind began to race. He pictured Jo...he pictured Michelle...he pictured Camille...he pictured Kendall's dad...he pictured Trevor Callahan...he pictured everyone and everything that had tried to deny him Kendall...he pictured his younger self, who had tried to ignore the fact that he was developing a crush on the great Kendall Knight...and more than anything he pictured Kendall. But he didn't have to picture Kendall...all he had to do was open his eyes, and Kendall was there, a look of desire on his face and the gentle sounds of pleasure coming from his mouth. Logan moved faster and faster, each push getting harder and harder, and finally, he could feel his climax approaching.
"I'm ready," he whispered between breaths. "I'm ready...it's coming..."
"Come inside me," Kendall told him, as if he was training him on how to fuck properly. "Own me...mark me..."
The words rang through Logan's head. He remembered them from his dream, he remembered the feeling of Kendall's seed being implanted inside him, and he also remembered the empty feeling he felt when Kendall left him. But the roles were reversed now. He would be doing the planting, but he'd never leave Kendall. Never. He'd promised him years ago that he'd never leave, and so he went for it. He let the eruption come...he let the passion explode...he let the fireworks go off, and he let the storm rage.
"Oh, Kendall! Kendall! Kendall!"
"Logan...fuck...Logan...ahhh..."
They came at the same time, and it produced a symphony of feelings and emotions. Kendall could feel each injection of Logan's hot, sticky cum as it shot inside him, just as he could feel his own juice as it exited him and hit Logan's chest. Logan could feel Kendall's spurts on his body, and it only made him want to dig deeper into him, even as he was now spent and his cock was going limp. He gave up on trying to do a repeat performance and let his cock slip out of Kendall's aching hole, the cum still dripping out. He fell on Kendall, and they got back to their making out. They were a heaving, breathing, sweaty heap of primal flesh, and their spirits couldn't have been at a more optimal high.
Logan finally released the pressure and rolled over to Kendall's side, holding onto his chest and finding a comfortable spot nestled in his arms. As their breathing subsided and his senses returned to normal, he once again had to remind himself...this was real! Real! Not a dream. Not fake. Not a cruel joke played on him by the dream fairies. It was real! It was as real as Kendall's breathing in his ear and as real as the cum he left inside Kendall and as real as the vanilla-scented air freshener that automatically sprayed the room every ten minutes.
Kendall's entire body ached. It hurt like hell...it was excruciating pain. But he loved every fucking second of it, and he wanted more, more, more. Oh, how he wished he had the strength to place himself on top of Logan, to make Logan get erect again so that he could ride him all night. It was the first time he'd ever been fucked by a guy, but he was already addicted. And what's more, he knew it wasn't the simple concept of having a dick in him that he wanted to get drunk off of. No, it was Logan's dick only that he wanted and needed, for when it wasn't about sex, when it wasn't about giving into those urges, it was Logan who he wanted and needed for everything else. He wanted Logan for life, and if he couldn't have him, he couldn't live. As much as he hated himself for putting this off for so long, he knew it was well worth the wait. He just kept repeating in his head..."this is the beginning." The beginning of what, though? Would he and Logan just be together, and then everyone would be happy for them, and that would be it? Or would they have to deal with all of the drama that Kendall always knew they'd have to deal with? And what if the drama was too much, and what if the drama made them break apart...
The thought made him pull Logan in closer to him, and Logan could breathe a sigh of relief. He'd been so worried the whole walk from the beach to the hotel. Kendall wouldn't speak to him...Kendall wouldn't even look at him...and he just knew that it had all been too good to be true. They might have kissed on the beach and let things go a little too far there, but as soon as Kendall would get his head back on straight, things would go back to the way it had been. Just like things had gone back to normal all the other times they'd let themselves get too carried away.
But now...with his mark in Kendall...with Kendall's arms around him in this bed now...Logan knew it wasn't going to end. Not anytime soon, at least. And not if he had anything to say about it. He knew he now had this opportunity to show Kendall that their love was never anything to be afraid or ashamed of...he knew he now had to be strong enough for the both of them. He knew they'd have obstacles, but he knew they could get through them. No matter how much doubt came into his mind, Logan just knew that they'd get by. They loved each other too much for there to be any other outcome. They'd been through too much for too long for it to just end now.
"I...have wanted you...to be with me...to really be with me...for so long..." Kendall suddenly said slowly and meticulously.
"I want to be with you," Logan replied calmly.
"Remember...in the fourth grade?" Kendall began. "Ms. Martin's class...the first day of school."
"You stole my book," said Logan.
"Yeah. I'm sorry about that, by the way" Kendall chuckled.
Logan laughed. "It's okay, I promise."
"I, um...well, I guess I kinda wanted you then."
"Please, Kendall, we were only ten years old. We were kids...we didn't know anything about anything..."
"Yeah, I know, but...eh, I don't know."
But Kendall felt it in his heart that he really HAD wanted Logan back then. He might have only had ten-year-old feelings then, but those feelings had just been the seed that grew into the tree that was the way he felt about Logan now.
"When we were fifteen, and...you know...when we slept at the cabin..."
"I know, Kendall."
Kendall looked at him. "No, Logan, no...I...wanted you then. I just...you don't know how much I wanted to kiss you and touch you and...and not just then. Like...every single second of every single day..."
"But you were scared."
"Yeah, that was just a lame excuse."
"Kendall, your dad could be tense sometimes! I know that he used to hit you, and -"
Logan choked a bit as he could see the very tangible memories have their effect on Kendall. But then Kendall took a deep breath and gathered himself together.
"Well, he's not here anymore, so I don't have any excuses anymore. The second he left, I should have told you...I should have showed you."
"You were still scared."
Kendall shook his head. "You keep acting like it was okay for me to just treat you like shit. You should be pissed off...you should hate me!"
"Well, Kendall..." Logan kinda said in a low whisper. "I was pissed off...and I did hate you...but then tonight happened...and all of that went away."
Touched by Logan's words, Kendall felt a wave of heat flush over him. It was similar to guilt, but it was the type of guilt that came from the realization that you've underestimated the strength of the person you've hurt.
"Why did you wait?" Kendall asked. "You could have gotten with anyone else a long time ago, even a guy...but you never did."
Their eyes were intent on each other.
"I never wanted anyone else," Logan explained slowly and emotionally. "I...I never wanted anyone else but you."
And Kendall could see the loyalty and the love as it oozed out of Logan's pores, as it colored his skin, as it rested in his hair, and as it powered his every movement. But the guilt returned.
"I don't know what I did to deserve you," he said, shaking his head in disbelief.
Logan's voice intoned like a church bell. "You helped me come alive. You made me realize that I was worth something to the world. You helped me see that I was someone special, that I wasn't all of the things that the other kids called me. You made me feel like I mattered to someone, and you never ever ever stopped making me feel that way."
Kendall looked at him again with drowsy eyes. "All I was doing was being your friend."
"I know," Logan said, putting his head down low. He felt a little ashamed...it was the truth, all Kendall had ever done was try to be his friend. Did he ever make Logan love him? "And maybe I got carried away somewhere...when we grew up and I was supposed to be thinking about girls, I couldn't stop thinking about you instead...I just wanted you."
"It's not your fault," Kendall said. "I should have stopped it before it went too far. I knew how you felt, but I figured it would just go away. But then I started feeling the same way, and by then it was too late." He gulped a little. "Logan, no matter what you might think, you did more for me than I ever did for you. Do you realize how broken I was? Do you realize how hard it was for me to deal with my dad and his crap and then try to be what everybody else wanted me to be? You just wanted me to be me...me being me was enough for you, and you never wanted me to be anything more than that. And for the first time, I felt like I could do anything I wanted to do. I could be the best hockey player, I could be the best singer, I could be the best dancer, and I always knew that you'd look at me and be proud of me...and I knew I could never fail in your eyes."
"Kendall..." Logan soothed.
"Logan, I'm sorry, okay? I'm just...I'm sorry for taking so long."
"Don't apologize. You just needed time."
"Yeah."
Their conversation faded into a graceful pause, becoming lost in the nearby sounds of the LA nightlife. They both looked through the large windows out at the night sky. Millions of stars, but they knew that there were two up there that belonged just to them, and without saying a word, they found those two stars and gazed at them. Tonight, they seemed closer than they'd ever been before.
"I can't believe this finally happened," Kendall said, as if he could finally let himself let go of all the tension and worry. "Finally..."
"I know," Logan replied, his own dimples coming out. "It took us a while, but we're here."
"And you know what else?" Kendall asked dreamily as he turned to Logan. "I don't know what's gonna happen next...bad things, good things, whatever...I don't know what's gonna happen, and I don't care. I just do not care anymore."
Logan's smile got bigger, and Kendall fed off of his growing enthusiasm. "All I need and all I want is lying in this bed with me, and that's all that matters. You, Logan. Just you."
"Oh, Kendall..." Logan swooned a little, trying not to sound like a little girl. He blushed.
"I mean it," Kendall said. "We...we've wasted way too much time. Way too much. I don't care about what this person's gonna think or that person. To hell with them! We can say 'fuck off' to everybody and just go and be together somewhere else. We can get a cabin-"
"On a mountain!"
"Yes! And it'll just be me and you."
Logan's weak little tear ducts began to well up, but he didn't want to cry. He didn't want it to be that type of thing...he just wanted to throw everything into the wind and float away with the boy he loved.
"Kendall, I...I love you."
"I know," Kendall nodded, never once letting his eyes leave Logan's. "And I love you, too."
Kendall's infectious smile wouldn't go away, and he did the only thing that felt right. He kissed Logan, and when they parted this time, they could only laugh.
"I feel like my body's covered in sand, sweat, and...your little mess that you made," Logan remarked, brushing his hair with his hands. "I need a shower."
"I can join you in that shower, you know," Kendall needled, reaching down and giving Logan's dick a tug.
"And I'd never get clean with you in there," Logan laughed.
"True. You go ahead and take your shower, and then I'll take mine, and I guess we can head back home."
Logan slipped out of bed, stark naked, and Kendall watched as his perky ass jiggled across to the bathroom.
"Next time, I'm tearing you up, Hortense," he retorted.
"Oh, really!"
While Logan started his shower, Kendall tried to gather up their clothes the best he could and shake any residual sand out of them, but then his phone began to ring. He reached into his pants pocket and pulled it out, and there was his mother's number flashing across the screen.
"Mom, I know it's late," he began when he answered the phone, prepared to come up with some bullshit excuse for why he was out way later than he'd told her he'd be.
"Kendall, you need to get here right away!"
"I know, Mom, I just got tied up-"
"Something horrible as happened!"
"Wait, what!"
"The ambulance just left."
"What ambulance? Mom, what happened? Is Katie okay?"
"Your sister is fine, Kendall. It's Jo! Mr. Bitters found her in her apartment...she almost bled to death! They...they think she tried to kill herself."
Kendall's jaw dropped, but he shouldn't have been the least bit surprised, right? Hadn't she told him many, many times that this would happen? Hadn't she given him fair warning that if he ever broke her heart, she'd end her own life? He had no right to be surprised, did he?
"Oh my God...what hospital?"
"LA County General."
"Okay, okay," he said as he began to search around for his shoes. He looked down at his own cum as it dripped from his chest, and he immediately felt like scum. His girlfriend was about to die, and he was here, not giving a single damn about her, technically cheating on her, and getting ready to throw her away forever.
"I'm gonna be there," he said. "I'm gonna be there for her."
He hung up the phone, and he carelessly used the bed sheets to wipe the cum off of his body. He knew he wouldn't be able to get it all off, and he'd probably have to explain to someone where he'd been, but there were now too many things going on in his head for him to care. He got into his clothes and laced up his shoes, but then he remembered Logan in the bathroom, and it was like he'd come to a fork in the road.
"Logan," he said when he poked his head into the bathroom.
"Kendall, your clothes," Logan commented. "You're not going to take a shower?"
"Logan, I have to go...like...now. Jo's in the hospital. They think she tried to kill herself."
Logan was shocked. "Oh my God...do you think she knows?"
"I don't know, but I have to get to her."
Logan just nodded his head. "Yeah...just...just give me a few minutes to dry off and get dressed."
"No," Kendall said, shaking his head. "This is something I have to do alone. Please, Logan...tell me you understand."
"I understand!" Logan exclaimed, but he could still feel something inside him being let down. "Go!"
Kendall paused for a moment, wanting to be sure that Logan understood that this didn't have to mean anything about the two of them. He stepped in and kissed Logan on the lips. "I love you. I mean that. And nothing is going to change that."
Logan nodded, and just like that, Kendall was gone.
He stood in front of the bathroom mirror. No clothes. Completely naked. Literally and figuratively. Everything he felt was now out in the open, but still he felt as if there was a hill to climb, or maybe a mountain. There was still work to be done...but the worst of it was over, wasn't it? He kept reminding himself...I just made love to Kendall, he said to himself, I just had him in my arms, and I made love to him, and he wanted me to, and it was magical, and it was...incredible.
But now he's gone to be with her, he thought.
He knew he shouldn't be so selfish. He knew that he and Kendall couldn't just be together that easily, that there were things they had to go through first and that this would be one of them, but at the same time...he couldn't help but feel worried. Was Jo so powerful that she could make Kendall forget about everything that had happened this night? He didn't know.
Not allowing his mind to go overboard with paranoia any longer, Logan went back into the room and began to get dressed.
It was real, he kept thinking to himself. It was real, and it is real.
NOTE: What, you thought it was gonna be happily ever after from there on out? More drama to come!