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Show Me: Kendall's Hips Don't Lie	By : Kayerfire Category: 1 through F > Big Time Rush Views: 2975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush nor do I profit moneywise or any other way from this story. I do not condone underage sex. It's just a fanfic for fun.

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Just like the last time, Logan held him. He caught every tear in the center of his chest when Kendall finally broke down. There was nothing more to do but hold him. Stroke his hair. Be there.
The next few days were a disaster. James was having a meltdown over his bruise. Logan was wearing high collars to prevent fans from seeing his hickie. Carlos was trying to appease his boyfriend the best he could. And Kendall...
Without Kelly overseeing things times got crossed, interviews missed, the traveling schedule faltered.
Gustavo had no one to fill in and it was pretty clear that, though he was their manager (amongst other things) it was Kelly that made things function. After a week the studio sent a hotshot UCLA business grad by the name of Winston. Though he wasn't the friendliest, he managed to get things back on track as far as the schedule went. But he was helpless when it came to handling the guys.
As James had predicted, Kendall was worse than before. He constantly called Kelly when he thought no one was looking, (it went straight to voicemail) barely ate and hardly spoke through interviews. The only time he managed to muster his old energy was onstage, giving the fans just enough to scream their little heads off. But those closest to him could see. He was not okay. Things went on this way until the last week of the tour. There were only three more stops, the final being their homecoming, back in L.A.
Logan had managed to get Kendall out of bed when James suggested they all go out. Maybe some music and (non-choreographed) dancing and meeting girls would help alleviate his funk. It had always worked for them in the past. Of course Kendall had resisted but his friends wouldn’t take no for an answer. They ended up at a spot called The Gypsy, where James’s hazel eyes was enough to get them in the door without issue. Apparently his charm didn't just work on women.
“Okay, so I'm here,” Kendall frowned.
“What now?”
Though Logan stood closest to him it was James who answered.
“Now we have some fun.”
Their first stop was the bar. Again working his magic (and maybe using their celebrity status too) James scored a few drinks for the group. Logan was hesitant, he wasn't much of a drinker, but Carlos chugged it happily. They encouraged Kendall to do the same.
“There are two ways to get over someone,” James lectured.
“The mopey, eat ice cream and sink into the abyss way. Or the MAN's way.”
He clinked his glass against Kendall's.
“It's time you man up, buddy.”
When he tilted Kendall's glass, his friend gave him a look. James returned it, not backing down. Kendall sighed and tipped his head back, finishing the drink in one sitting.
“All right, that's what I'm talking about!”
James wrapped an arm around his shoulder.
“Come on, let me show you how to really get over a broken heart.”
He winked at the others before dragging Kendall off to the dance floor. Briefly Kendall glanced back at Logan—he'd been his like a security blanket since the breakup—but Logan nodded for him to go. It wasn't necessarily that he approved of James's methods but something had to give.
He watched as the two intermingled into the crowd.
“Finish your drink,” Carlos gave him a playful tap on his chest.
Logan glanced over at him.
“What?”
His friend gestured toward the drink. Logan took two swallows and set it back down.
“He's going to be okay, Logie. He got through it the first time. He's stronger than you think.”
Logan sighed.
“I just hate seeing him like this.”
“Yea. I guess I'd be the same though if James ever left me.”
That would never happen.
“But he is better than he was when she first left,” Carlos noted.
“And that we have you to thank for.”
Logan shook his head. He didn't deserve thanks.
“Hey, why don't you enjoy yourself, pick up a girl…or a guy tonight? You're still single. Enjoy it.”
“I'm not here for me. I'm here for Kendall.”
Carlos was watching him with perceptive eyes. Often times he was so wrapped up in his own crazy world that people forgot the Latino had a brain.
“Don't look at me like that,” Logan remarked.
“Like what?”
“Like you know what I'm thinking.”
“I don't know what you're thinking.”
“Then stop looking like you do. Because you don't.”
But he felt like he did. Like he could see right through him. Like he knew. Instead of responding, Carlos slid Logan's drink closer.
“You need to relax.”
Their eyes met. Just like with the water and the kidney stones, Carlos was not going to let up. Giving in, Logan downed the rest of his drink. It burned as it went down and he coughed afterward.
“Happy now?”
Carlos gave him a mischievous wink.
“It's a start.”
He was just as relentless as his boyfriend.
“You and James totally belong together you know that?”
He was treated to a smile in response.
“I still think you and Kendall belong together. If you would just do like I told you.”
Sleep with Kendall to make him magically fall in love with him. Riiiight.
“You do know that Kendall is totally straight right? In order to get him in bed he has to want to get in the bed with me,” Logan pointed out.
Carlos shrugged as if it were a minor detail.
“He sleeps in your bed all the time now that Kelly's gone.”
“That's different, it's not for that. He just needs comfort, you know somebody to hold him. Like his mom used to do.”
Carlos waved the bartender over and ordered two more drinks. When they received them he pushed one toward him. Sighing, Logan took it and downed half. That earned a look of approval from his friend.
“Mama Knight never kissed him like you did that day he broke his arm though.”
Heat burned his cheeks at the reminder.
“God I just want to forget that whole damn day,” Logan groaned.
He'd raved at Kendall like a madman then kissed him in front of their friends but the panic attack took the cake. It was not his proudest moment.
“I don't know, it wasn't all bad,” Carlos finished his drink easily.
“I mean, the dirt bikes were fun. The kiss was hot and that evening was pretty amazing.”
That evening had been mind blowing. Logan still remembered the feel of James inside him, of Carlos wrapped tight around him. He finished his second drink.
“Did you, um talk to James about…”
He didn't have to finish. Carlos knew what he was asking.
“I figured I'd wait til this whole Kendall thing blew over. He's kind of been attached to you lately.”
Logan felt a mixture of gratification and guilt at that statement.
“Yea, that might weird him out.”
He glanced back at the dancefloor for the man in question. He found him moving along with James to the fast beat of some pop diva. James was good at coaxing the moves out of him and Kendall actually looked to be loosening up.
“Hey, come on.”
Suddenly Logan found himself being pulled out to the floor as well. With a light buzz coming on he offered no resistance. Carlos stopped by their friends before taking Logan's waist and pulling him into a dance. James glanced over and they shared a smile.
They probably had this planned all along. Sneaky brats.
The next song to play was up-tempo as well. The bass was heavy, the melody rich demanding heavy movement of the hips. Many a girl had already gotten to twerking. Logan let Carlos lead him, knowing the Latino was much better at dancing than he was. Especially when it came to moving his hips. James was already in the zone, as usual garnering the attention of those around him. He had Kendall's shoulders and the two fell in sync. Logan couldn't help but to smile then; it was feeling like old times again.
The next few selections were just as amped. Before he knew it they were sweating, laughing and switching dance partners. Logan fell in with James as he traded Kendall to some girl who'd been lingering around. Carlos didn't mind, having acquired a fit blond himself. Logan glanced at James for a reaction but he was the definition of secure.
“So am I going to have to hook you up too?” he leaned in to ask.
Logan laughed it off.
“Like I told Carlos, I'm not here for me tonight.”
“Don't worry about Kendall, I got him. You've had him all this time. Take the night off.”
From caring about his best friend?
“I appreciate that but I’m good. Thanks.”
“You need to get laid, Loges,” James said bluntly.
“If I'm not mistaken the last time you had any action was with me and Carlos, right?”
Not true. His hand had served him a few times after that. Well, damn James had a point.
“I've been pretty busy if you haven't noticed,” he defended himself.
“My best friend is in crisis. I mean it's not like I have a boyfriend on tour with me that can do me whenever I want like some people.”
Instead of responding, James put a finger to Logan's lips to shush him. Logan raised an eyebrow. When James spun him around he briefly lost his footing and crashed into his hard body.
“Dude—” he started to complain but when he glanced up it wasn't James’s eyes catching his.
“Oh, uh…”
The blue eyed stranger wrapped one arm around his waist and pulled him in.
“Just go with it,” he advised as he moved the both of their bodies.
Logan started to pull away but the buzz kicked in and he relaxed. This was just dancing. It didn’t mean anything. Besides, it felt pretty nice.
“Haven't seen you here before,” Blondie remarked.
“First time?”
He nodded.
“Figures. I'd remember a hot guy like you.”
That made Logan blush. It seemed more and more people were calling him hot lately. He wasn't sure what it was; he had been working out with Carlos a bit but he was nothing like James. Cute was usually how he heard himself described.
But hot? Wow.
The compliment earned his partner another dance. They were getting a little closer when he glimpsed Kendall back at the bar. There were a couple of girls all over him. They were all doing shots.
“Your boyfriend?”
He was brought back to Blondie.
“Huh?”
“That cute guy with the eyebrows at the bar. He's important to you.”
“He's my best friend.”
Skeptical eyes watched him.
“That all?”
All it could ever be.
“Since childhood yea. He's going through a rough time so we brought him out.”
He noticed one girl grope Kendall and winced. Kendall didn't seem to mind though.
“Whatever's got him down he seems to be forgetting about it now.”
A hand on his chin turned Logan's face back to his new acquaintance.
“So maybe you should too.”
He didn't move when soft lips met his, dominating his mouth. Logan paused for a moment, unsure of what to do. He never kissed strange guys. Hell not even strange girls. He could barely even use strange bathrooms. But things seemed to be changing this tour. He was experiencing more than he would have imagined before.
He'd kissed Kendall, passed a kidney stone and what he'd done with James and Carlos... It was like a whole new world had opened to him. Like he was brave. Adventurous. Feeling adventurous now he decided to throw caution to the wind and kiss back. What the hell. If Kendall was going to get laid then he should too. He'd earned it.
He could feel his partner moaning into his mouth as their kiss intensified. Strong hands grasped him, pulling him in tighter. By the end of the song a muscular leg was nestled between his. Both parties were panting from the dancing and arousal.
What if he wants to take me home? Am I really going to do it?
Blondie took his arm as soon as the music changed, enthusiastically yanking him toward the dark hall beyond the dancefloor. There was nothing to do but follow. The hall wasn't completely empty, there were a few other couples who had the same idea, kissing and canoodling under the dim light. Logan stared wide-eyed at a guy going down on another in the back corner. He hoped Blondie didn't expect him to do that in a public space.
“Hey wait—”
But his back was pushed into the wall, lips were on his again and this time he was the one that moaned. He hadn't been kissed with such earnest in a long time. Touched with such lust. When James had kissed him it was smooth and seductive not desperate for him. And when Carlos had kissed him it was…damn the thought of Carlos's hot kiss as Logan had filled him brought out a whole new heat. He yanked at Blondie's shirt to pull it open.
“I can't wait to taste you,” his acquaintance groaned into his mouth.
His hand was at Logan's groin kneading and cupping his growing hardness. Logan closed his eyes and let the feeling take him. His moan was almost a whimper. God he needed this!
He was beginning to grind into the touch when suddenly it was gone.
“Don't stop—”
He opened his eyes in time to see Kendall punching his partner to the ground.
“What the—”
“You touch him again and—and—and you better not!”
Was he fucking drunk?
Blondie may have been bigger but it was clearly all show in the face of a fight. He scooted away from Kendall before coming to his feet.
“You said he wasn't your boyfriend!” he lobbied at Logan.
“He's not!”
Blondie wiped his bloody nose. Kendall had hit him that hard.
“Yea whatever. I don't know what sick game you two are playing but leave me out of it!”
He scurried off, avoiding Kendall with a wide berth. Logan stared in disbelief, his mind confused, his body sexually frustrated.
“Kendall, what the fuck?”
His best friend glared after the retreating blond before turning back to him.
“He won't bother you no more.”
Exactly the problem.
“I wanted him to bother me. Why did you do that?”
Kendall was confused.
“What, save you from the creepy perv?”
Save him? More like severely cockblock.
“He wasn't creepy. He was nice.”
And fit and ready to give something I desperately need right now.
“Not creepy? I saw him snatch you from the dancefloor. Then I find him pinning you against the wall like that. He was going to tear your pants off Loges.”
Oh god was he.
“Yea, I wanted him to!”
Kendall stared now with an expression so full of shock that it was almost comical. Were he not in danger of suffering from a case of blue balls he might have laughed.
“But you don't know him.”
“I was about to know him pretty well until you showed up.”
His erection pressed almost painfully against his jeans as a reminder.
“But you don't do…W-what are you James now? I don't understand. When did you change so much?”
Change? He wasn’t sure what his friend meant and was frankly too distracted to try to decipher it. He just wanted to go somewhere private and take care of the raging boner in his pants.
“You're drunk Kendall. Why don't we find James and Carlos and get you back to the hotel.”
He took his taller shoulder and started to guide him back toward the front of the club when Kendall stalled stubbornly.
“No, I am not drunk,” the alcohol was heavy on his breath, “and you didn't answer my question.”
He was really doing this now.
“Oh my god can this wait? At least until you're sober and I'm more clear headed?”
That pout, shit Kendall could be such a brat sometimes! But damnit if it wasn't sexy right now.
“I'm sober. You're not sober. I'm the soberest guy here. I'm not the one that went and changed.”
Drunkenly he grasped Logan's biceps.
“I'm not the one that got all muscly. I'm not the one that goes kissing my best friend. I'm not the one that started letting bleached out guys molest me in seedy clubs.”
He shook Logan roughly, refusing to release his arms.
“Why are you changing so much? Why is everything changing so much?”
Before Logan could reply Kendall pulled him into a bear hug. He squeezed him close as if he would float away if he let go.
“When things change, people leave. They always leave. I don't want you to leave me, Loges. Please don't leave me.”
His face was buried in Kendall's chest making it just a bit difficult to breathe. His best friend's scent filled him and he had to turn his head to the side for air. But his cheek was still pressed against him, their bodies so close he could feel the vibration when Kendall repeated; “Please don't leave me.”
He spoke the truest words in his life.
“I could never leave you, Kendall. I love you.”
Things happened in slow motion then. Kendall was pulling away, just enough so that their eyes could meet. Startled, slightly glazed green stared into warm and adoring brown. Logan could see his uncertainty, the familiar uncertainty he'd felt himself when he'd first noticed how pink Kendall's lips were. Or began to admire the cut of lean muscle at his trim waist when they went surfing.
Those pink lips came closer. Logan met them with tenderness, catching them and building a tentative kiss. He could swear he felt his blond friend's breath hitch. He knew it was the alcohol. There was no way Kendall would kiss him like this but at the moment he didn't care. He was buzzed and horny and the object of his affection was finally giving him some affection back. If this could last for the next fifty years it wouldn't be enough.
He was the first to open his mouth. Cautiously Kendall explored, pushing his tongue in to mate with his. Then they were kissing, truly kissing not the one-sided event from the day of the dirt bikes. The taste of alcohol, of mint chapstick and Kendall coated him. His hand trailed up his friend's back, clutching the material of his shirt.
He could fall into him and that would be great. Fall into him in more ways than one. As the kiss continued he was aware of his own erection between their bodies. As close as Kendall held him, he had to feel it too. But what was he going to do about it?
Testing the waters ever so slightly he brushed his hardness against his friend. Kendall didn't back away. Didn't break the kiss and stutter something about not being into guys or how this was a mistake. Briefly he did pause though as if considering something.
Probably realizing how big a mistake this is.
Logan prepared for the inevitable coldness that would follow after Kendall pulled away. It would hurt but it wouldn't be the first time he'd rejected him.
That rejection never came.
Instead he felt a hand move from his back to find its way down the front of his pants. Logan gasped out loud when his best friend touched him over the fabric. Rubbing, groping. Then undoing his fly.
His body heat tripled. Excitement threatened to take him over way too soon. Logan moaned, a bit too needy in his own ears, when Kendall made contact with his bare skin. A thumb circled his head for a moment, collecting the heavy amount of precum already seeping from his twitching cock. Then he released it from its confines and began to stroke.
Logan saw stars. His hips bucked hard into Kendall's fist, a mixture of a whine and a grunt escaping from his throat. He repeated the noise, unable to help himself. This was a dream, a delicious dream that would see him awake and extra wet in the front of his boxers in the morning. Kendall continued the kiss even as he wound him up and up into a simpering mess. He had no control over his pelvis or his voice as Kendall jerked him. When it became too much his head fell back into the wall. He was practically screaming it felt so damn good. And then he was flying, cumming with such a vengeance he couldn't even breathe. Kendall didn't relent until his fluid finished shooting, until he gasped for over-stimulation.
Dazed, Logan dared to open his eyes. He found Kendall staring right into him. Neither dropped his gaze. Then he felt it. Against his abdomen, the unmistakable pressure of another fully awakened prick. Kendall's fully awakened prick. Was that for him?
Now that he'd been relieved, Logan could think a little better. He worried briefly of what this would mean in the morning, how Kendall would look at him, where they would go from there. But the hunger in those sparkling greens, the totally uninhibited curiosity…he wasn't strong enough to resist. He threw his mouth back onto Kendall's for another kiss then fell to his knees before him. Kendall gave a shaky breath when Logan undid his jeans. He could feel his friend's anticipation, his excitement protruding through his gray boxers. The feeling was mutual.
He scooted his jeans down to his thighs, took in the sight that was Kendall Knight. Hard, only slightly curved upward, a bead of clear moisture at his tip. Surrounded by dark blond hair. Logan made sure to surround him with something else.
He felt Kendall’s body tremor when he swallowed him whole, heard his groan over the music. Eager fingers slipped into his hair, running it through. He moaned contentedly at those fingers as he proceeded to suck Kendall off with all that he had.
“Hmmm!”
His friend couldn't hold still. His hips began to whip, thrusting into Logan's willing throat.
“Lo…Lo…Logan...”
The way he breathed his name.
This wasn't a game. Despite the distant bass of some Lady GaGa tune Kendall's voice carried. He wasn't the quiet type at all. And the alcohol didn't help. The more noises he made the more heat Logan felt coursing through himself. He'd already cum by Kendall's hand tonight but if he kept making those groans Logan was sure to cum again.
Kendall was face fucking him now. Damn could those hips move. He’d seen Kendall dance plenty of times but never had he been this up close and personal with the movement, the swerve. Just imagining those hips pumping into his other opening with such rhythm caused Logan to groan out loud. The vibration got a rise out of the blond. His fist tightened in his hair as his pace sped up.
Kendall lasted a little longer than he had (pardon him for being a bit too excited) but the alcohol and the sheer rush of newness got to him and he was suddenly calling out. His cock pulsed harshly in Logan's mouth, heavy load of liquid salt pouring down his throat.
He was sure to swallow everything Kendall offered.
His friend gave one last spurt before pulling out. Dutifully Logan tucked him back into his pants, adjusting the both of their clothes as he stood.
When their eyes connected again he saw appreciation in Kendall, an affection he'd never seen in him for all their years of friendship. Enamored by it, he pressed a hand to his friend's hot cheek.
“Let's get back to the hotel okay?”
Kendall nodded, his face still flushed from orgasm. He'd text Carlos and James from the car that they'd headed back. As he guided Kendall out to the parking lot Logan tried not to worry about what the morning would bring. For now he was happy to have Kendall, to have shared such intimacy with him.
Briefly he caught a glimpse of the hot blond that had almost taken him in the hall. Blondie noticed them and rolled his eyes knowingly. Poor guy. But Logan had to be thankful, had he not triggered Kendall to follow after then what they'd shared may never have happened.
The taxi ride back was peacefully silent, Kendall leaning into his shoulder. Logan glanced down at him, kissed the top of his forehead. Kendall closed his eyes and actually smiled.
If only things could stay like this. If only.
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