I Don't Belong Here

I literally just dug this out of my closet after months of it hiding in my notebook! I'm extremely proud and confident about this, unlike I usually am, so I really hope you like it!

This is written to the song "Creep" by Radiohead. If you don't know the song, LISTEN TO IT! You won't regret it! I don't own it, or BTR. But, you know that… Beware: in this Kendall is a psycho creep. PLEASE enjoy! (:

(Kendall's POV)

I wanted to look him right in the eye and tell him, but I just couldn't. He could never love me.

Logan is just like an angel. Pale, soft skin, those deep chocolate eyes. He always looks so fragile. It makes me cry thinking he could be hurt. He floats through his life. The world is beautiful through his eyes. It's hell through mine. He's so fucking special, and he doesn't even realize it.

"Creep! Weirdo!" my mind tells me. I'm not deserving of this life. What the hell am I doing, wasting my time dreaming about a boy who likes girls? A fucking queer like me doesn't belong here.

I'm getting what I want: Logan. He may not love me, but I love him, and I can't wait any longer. Just this once, I'll get what I've dreamed of.

"Hey, Logan," I call oh-so-innocently as I walk into our bedroom.

"Yeah?" he asks, hopping off of his bed to face me.

"I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" he wonders, stepping slowly toward me.

I grab his wrists, pinning him up against the door. I look at his face, horrified and frozen with shock.

"I want you," I growl in a whisper, thrusting my hips into his.

He shivers, trying to push me off.

"K-Kendall," he squeaks, "I-I…"

"Hush, Logie," I command, biting at his bottom lip.

For a moment, I recognize that I'm really hurting him, someone who I love, but I ignore it. I need this; I need him. He continues trying to push me away, but his strength is much lesser than my own. I pull him to his bed, straddling him and covering his jaw line with bites and kisses.

I whisper, "You don't know how long I've wanted to do this for, Logie, baby," in his ear as I begin to pull down his jeans. I rip off both of our shirts and unbutton my own jeans, pulling them off along with my boxers. I begin to rub Logan through his boxers. He continues crying and writhing under me, an almost heartbreaking thing, as I pull of his boxers completely and flip him over.

"I love you, Logie, but I need to do this," I whisper as I grab lube from my pocket and rub it over my cock. I line myself up with his entrance and push in with one swift movement. Slowly, I begin to thrust in and out of him.

"Please, stop," he cries in a whisper, "I-It hurts Kendall!"

"I don't care if it hurts," I whisper back harshly, "I want to have control." He whimpers, and I ignore it. I need this perfect body of his, the one holding the possibly even more perfect soul that I've envied for so long.

I thrust in harder, faster, deeper, making him scream and write and sweat like crazy. At one point, when I must have hit his prostate, I think he had held back a moan, but just one. He's definitely not enjoying this.

Then it hits me again. "Creep! Weirdo! You shouldn't do this. You love him! What the hell are you doing?" I pull out of him slowly, gently kissing his lips and whispering, "I'm sorry" nervously countless times. I redress myself without another word. He slowly and timidly gets up to dress himself as well, staring at me, frightened, with those deep and innocent eyes, almost making me get lost in them yet another time.

"Don't speak of it," I warn, walking out of the room.

Nobody else is home, but I can't stay alone with Logan, so I grab the keys to the BTR-mobile and head out the door. I don't know where I'm going, but I sure as hell can't stay here. I don't belong here.

I really hope you enjoyed it! Review? Pretty, pretty please? The sooner you review, the sooner I'll update! (; Thanks for reading!