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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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James fell back in his bed, feeling both buzzed and accomplished. It had been a good night. He'd gotten Kendall out, had a few drinks and now his incredibly hot boyfriend was climbing over him with that unmistakable gleam in his Latin eyes. Oh yea, he was going to tear that ass up tonight.
Carlos was already down to his boxers, James never wasted time stripping his sexy caramel body to the least amount of clothing as possible. Of course the least amount was nothing. Which was what he himself wore. His Carlitos was moving quite faster than him tonight but he would catch up.
“Take those off, Babe.”
He reached for Carlos's waistband but his boyfriend scooted back. “Not yet, I got a question first.”
The tent in those boxers spoke his arousal. And Carlos wasn't exactly known for his patience so how long could this really go? Keeping that in mind, James decided to play along.
“Okay.”
Carlos was biting his lip, his fingers gliding up James's bare thighs.
“Remember when we fucked Logan on the bus?”
James nodded. He did. It had been fun. As far as threesomes went he'd rate it at the top of his experiences. Logan was so easy to work up. Little slut.
“Yea, why?”
Carmel fingers found their way dangerously close to his already full erection.
“Um…you want to do it again? Not now obviously with Kendall like he is but maybe sometime?”
He could never deny those precious lips what they asked for. Still James found himself uneasy.
“Babe, remember what I said about him being our friend? Once is fun but if we do it again one of us is going to get too attached. You really want another Kendall on our hands?”
Carlos frowned.
“But we're already attached. We're friends.”
“Yea, but—”
“Kendall is only like that because Kelly was his first. It's different with Logan because neither of us were his.”
James opened his mouth to point out that they were both Logan's first guy when warm fingers ran up his cock. He groaned.
What was he about to say?
“Seeing you inside him, it got me so fucking hot, Jamie.”
Jamie, hmm he'd never called him that but damn if it didn't sound sexy.
“Say that again.”
Carlos smiled a wicked smile.
“Jamie.”
“Hmm.”
James scooted his groin up, requesting more attention.
“So can we?” his beau asked.
James found Carlos's thighs.
“Can we what?”
“Have Logan again.”
Logan? Why were they talking about Logan?
“Yea sure, whatever.”
He tugged on Carlos's waistband and his boyfriend got the message. He lifted out of the restricting material before straddling James again.
“This time I want to fuck Logan while he fucks you.”
That sentence was enough to break his trance.
“Wait, what?”
James sat up, not sure if he'd heard correctly.
“Did you just say you want Logan to fuck me?”
Carlos touched his lips with his own.
“While I fuck him.”
His lips trailed downward to his lover's throat. But James was still processing his statement. It wasn't like he'd never been fucked before but the last time had been a loooong time ago.
“Carlitos, hold on.”
Impatient lips ignored the directive.
“Babe—uuuh!”
He knew where to stop and nip. James took hold of the firmness that was his boyfriend's ass and squeezed.
“I can't think when you do that,” he breathed.
Carlos responded by doing it again. Fuck.
“You're so asking for it…”
He let the topic go then, opting for talk with his hands. And skin. And his cock. Carlitos did not object. It wasn't long before his saucy ass was riding James wildly, muscles flexing with exertion. Whatever had gotten into his Latin lover tonight had given him extra stamina. He was insatiable.
“You're so sexy when you cum, Babe,” Carlos rasped as he worked him.
“Cum inside me. Fill me up.”
As a rule James never came first. He gave his partners the maximum pleasure and then he let himself go. It always worked in the past. He always had that control. But Carlos threatened that self-control as he clenched above him, his eyes burning naughtily.
“Fuck…Carlos…”
His fingers dug into those bouncing hips in an effort to manipulate the pace. But his beau wasn't relinquishing power just yet. He pried James's fingers from his hips and interlocked them with his own, never losing his rhythm.
“James,” he moaned shooting his fiery gaze down into his eyes.
His hips went loco, ardently slamming up and down.
James cursed again, his resistance shattered. His eyes locked onto searing hot brown as he burst into orgasm inside him. As requested (or was it a command) he filled his lover's hole with his diamond seed.
He barely had time to recuperate when a still rock hard Carlos rose off him with a grunt and scooted down to spread his muscular thighs apart.
James watched him breathlessly.
“What are you doing?”
The click of a bottle, then squelch of a liquidy or gel sound, then a slick finger at his asshole.
“I want to fuck you, Jamie. You always fuck me.”
He was too spent to protest. And too relaxed to give much more than a groan. The last time he'd allowed this it had been pretty intense.
“You…you know what you're doing?” was all he could manage.
The devilish grin on his boyfriend's face made him shudder with anticipation.
“I learned from the best,” was his sly response.
James stared, loving him enough to trust him despite his propensity to be impatient when it came to pleasurable matters. Despite his never actually having done this before. On anyone. Ever.
Carlos was biting his lower lip, clearly excited but he could see the concentration in his countenance as well. His Carlitos had always been pretty easy to read.
“Babe?”
Carlos glanced up from his task.
“Don't be nervous. You won't hurt me.”
Again those Latin lips curves into a smile.
“Not unless you want me too,” he whispered seductively.
James swallowed hard, his cock already giving light twitches from the statement alone. He could only rest his head back as a careful finger pushed its way inside him. Then another and another. By the time Carlos was inside him he was panting like a virgin, totally and completely undone.
His boyfriend seemed to rather like him that way.
He lost count of exactly how many times they fucked that night, of how many times Carlos fucked his ass but before closing his eyes James was sure of one thing. When it came to libido, he’d finally met his match. He looked forward to what else their love could bring.
……….
It was the sun blaring through the drapes that woke him. Or perhaps the insane urge to pee. Possibly the Gustavo-sized headache. Whatever the case, Kendall was forced awake and treading groggily to the bathroom. He'd felt Logan sleeping beside him but that was nothing new. Logan had been helping him out since She left. His presence, just being close to him, holding him eased the emptiness in Kendall's heart. Logan eased the pain.
After relieving himself he washed both his hands and face.
Logan eased the pain.
It came flooding back to him then, the back hallway, the hand job, the blow job.
He stared at his reflection.
Holy shit, did I jerk off Logan?
His already shaky heart began to pound.
Fuck that, I let him suck my dick.
But he was into girls. He knew he was. The thought of Kelly's breasts or Jo's tiny waist or Lucy's lips had turned him on. And they were all women. But Logan? He was a guy. He had—
“I'm not the one that got all muscley…”
—muscular! arms and a tight chest and well he had a dick.
Yea a dick that I jerked off last night.
He hadn't been that drunk. Not yet. He'd been well on his way when he'd spotted that blond twit snatch Logan off the floor like he was some prey. Nobody preyed on his friends. Especially not Logan.
I really jerked off Logan.
He blinked at his reflection, unsure of what to do now. In the other room he could hear his friend stirring in the sheets. Warily, Kendall glanced out to find that yes, Logan was awake.
And in his boxers.
No big deal, we see eachother in our boxers all the time.
But then he’d gone and stuck his cock in Logan's mouth last night. Kendall stared, unsure of what to do. Should he say something? Thank him? Apologize?
Logan rubbed his eyes, still unaware that he was watching him. He sat up and Kendall's eyes roamed down his toned pale body. (Where had those pecs come from?) He stopped at his lap. Morning wood.
“Kendall?”
Logan finally noticed him. Kendall glanced away, his face burning hot. Had Logan seen where he was staring?
“I-I um, yea hi.”
Just as he wasn’t used to making his friends nervous, he wasn’t used to being nervous around them. Logan seemed to read him and offered a half smile.
“You're thinking about last night.”
There was nothing to do but be honest.
“I don't know what happened.”
He saw his best friend's face fall.
“I-I mean I know what I—what we did but I don't know why we did it.”
Logan studied his own hands.
“I think we both know why we did it, Kendall. Because care about each other and…”
He didn't finish. Kendall shook his head.
“We care about Carlos and James but manage to keep our hands out of their pants,” he reminded him.
Logan didn't say anything. But now he was just as red as Kendall felt.
“We were both drinking. James literally forced it down our throats so maybe that's why we were acting so out of character.”
Logan was silent.
“I mean you and that wannabe Thor and me doing…what I did. I know you, Loges and you'd never—”
“Why do you think everyone will leave you?”
He froze, caught completely off guard by the question. Where would Logan get an idea like that?
“What are you talking about?”
But a part of him knew.
“Last night you said that when things change people leave. You said I'd changed and you were convinced that I would leave too.”
Oh god. He vaguely remembered.
“I was drunk,” Kendall played it off uneasily because he didn't want to delve deeper.
He didn't want to think about whatever it was that had triggered his statement.
“Drunk confessions are the sober man's thoughts,” his friend said quietly.
Their eyes met. Kendall tried to remember any other confessions that night.
“Is it because she left?”
She had nothing to do with it. She was not to be named. She hurt too much to think about.
“I wasn't even…why do you always bring that up?” he stammered.
“Things changed with you and her then she left,” his best friend noted.
That wasn't even it.
“Look girls leave all the time. She did, Jo did, Lucy did. I'm okay with it. Really.”
Logan didn't have to say it, Kendall knew he was full of shit.
“Okay maybe not with her but it had nothing to do with things changing between us. I loved the changes. The changes are what made me love her.”
Logan found his hands again.
“I'm not afraid of change, Loges. I mean we went from Minnesota nobodies to this huge band all over the world and I think I've handled that pretty damn well. We all have.”
They should pat themselves on the back.
“They were your words, Kendall. Not mine.”
He still wasn't looking up at him. It occurred to Kendall then how awkward it must be for him, to have put his feelings out there yet again only to hear declarations of love for Kel—her. He hadn't just put them out there, he'd put them in his mouth. And sucked. And swallowed. You didn't do that for just anybody.
"I could never leave you, Kendall. I love you."
The memory rose to the surface with buoyancy and Kendall released an audible gasp. Logan shot up instinctively and was right there checking on him.
“What's wrong? Are you okay?”
Kendall blinked down at his shorter friend, his mind processing. Logan was in love with him?
Wait, wait. Love can be familial. Like I love my mom or Katie or James or Carlos.
But you didn't do with family what Logan had done last night.
“Hey, say something. You're scaring me.”
Words escaped him, all words except the three replaying in his mind. Three words that made him feel warm and full inside.
“You love me?”
Logan’s eyes briefly widened as if he hadn't expected him to remember. Then his cheeks tinted. But surprisingly he didn't cower or slink away. Or have a panic attack.
“I uh guess you weren't the only one making confessions last night.”
Still blushing, he offered a shy crooked smile. The same smile Kendall remembered in third grade when he'd congratulated Logan on winning that spelling bee, or fifth grade when he'd been the only one in the entire class to ace the history exam and Kendall had given him a congratulatory candy bar. This was that same Logan despite the new muscle, the boost in confidence, the sexual behavior at the club. He'd changed but he hadn't changed. He'd evolved. And the whole time he'd been there for him without hesitation. He'd loved him.
Kendall wasn't sure what he was feeling but he knew that it was more… and that it was for his best friend.
Logan would never leave. Not like the others. Not like Kelly.
“How long, Loges?”
Why he wanted to know he couldn't say. He just did. His friend shrugged.
“I don't know. It happened over time. First it was a crush. Then one day I realized it was more and it scared the shit out of me. It still kinda does.”
Kendall swallowed.
“You don’t have to be scared of me,” he reassured him.
He was scared enough of whatever he was feeling himself.
“It's not you I'm scared of, Kendall. It's these feelings, knowing that you don't feel the same way. I-It's okay that you don’t though. I just don't want you to start looking at me different. I can't lose your friendship. You're so important to me.”
His honesty made Kendall want to do something he never thought he'd do. He touched Logan's chin, tipped it upward as he leaned down to plant a soft kiss on his lips. The breath his friend released was airy and dream-like.
“You're important to me too.”
Logan was gazing up at him, full of that same affection from last night. He couldn't help but to gaze back.
“I think I'd better go brush my teeth before I kiss you again,” he whispered.
Logan awarded him that shy smile again.
“Yea?”
“Oh yea.”
“In that case, I'd better brush my teeth too.”
…….
Kendall was happy. Logan was happy. James was walking funny (his Carlitos had gotten a little carried away his first time topping) but he was happy too. And Carlos, who was usually happy anyway was bursting with smiles. Things were finally right with the band. Their last concert went off without a hitch, the after party even wilder than their night at The Gypsy.
Never minding the admonishments of management (Kelly had been the only one who could handle them) they drank and partied and purged away the tensions of the past month. Kendall and Logan were attached at the hip. James caught them holding hands during a dance and Carlos squealed like a fangirl when Kendall initiated a kiss. His OTP was finally together! The limo ride back their lips remained locked, kissing like no one else was around. Back at the hotel was just as intense. James had to pull his boyfriend away from the two for fear that he’d pull out the popcorn. (Damn he’d created a monster.)
In the morning they were all on a plane back to L.A. Logan slept on Kendall’s shoulder, Carlos was knocked out on James’s. Hazel eyes met green and they exchanged self-satisfied glances. They’d totally gotten laid. And worn their partners out.
Gustavo had sent a limo to greet them and they had to deal with paparazzi on the way but it was to be expected. James thrived on this stuff and Carlos was like a puppy with the attention. Kendall refused to admit the ego boost it gave him and Logan managed. He was still not too keen on the cameras in his face but he was always cordial. Of course Mama Knight was happy to have her boys back and even Katie seemed to have missed them (though she refused to admit it. Stubborn like her big brother.)
Things seemed to finally fall into place. They weren't booked for studio time or any work for the next week, which meant the guys were free to their own devices. Yep, things couldn't be any better.
Logan’s guilt for his feelings when Kelly left subsided (not exactly happiness but she was doing the man he loved) and he relaxed into his new relationship.
Though eventually they would have to head back to work, they'd have to encounter Kelly, he and Kendall would have to deal with it when it came. For now they would enjoy being home, enjoy being together. Anything else, didn't even matter.
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