Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, although I wish I could own those four pieces of sexy man. *Raises fist and shakes it in anger*
Pairing: Kogan (KendallXLogan)
Rating: M for sexual content, and things you really shouldn't be doing in a recording booth.
Summary: It's Carlos's birthday, and Logan and Kendall decide to make the Latino boy a cake while Carlos and James are out celebrating the day together. When they boys realize they are out of eggs, Kendall runs to the supermarket to get some more. When he comes back, he discovers Logan in the kitchen, dancing provocatively to a song that goes along very well to what Kendall wants to do to him in that moment. KOGAN ONE-SHOT.
Author's Note: Greetings. Mah, I've wanted to write a Kogan fic ever since I discovered them like a week ago. I think they're the absolute smex, since I happen to love BTR anyways, and I finally thought of a decent plot for a story. Well, on with it then!
"Just go, Kendall," Logan sighed, stirring spoon in hand.
Kendall Knight and Logan Mitchell were currently in the small kitchen on their apartment in the Palm Woods, 2J, working over a large blue bowl filled with all of the ingredients, except one, for a chocolate cake. Today was Carlos's birthday, and the other two members of Big Time Rush had decided to bake the Latino boy a cake as a surprise for when he and James got back from the birthday dinner the brunette had planned. Ms. Knight and Katie had gone out an hour ago to pick up things for the party they were going to have the next day, so the two boys were left alone. The mixing of ingredients had gone well until Kendall and Logan discovered they were out of eggs; a result of Carlos's 'all-you-can-eat-eggtastic-today's-my-birthday-breakfast-buffet' they had woken up to this morning.
The Latino boy had a weird love for eggs. It was almost as odd as the love affair the boy had with corndogs.
"I'm not going to get murdered by some robber in the time it takes you to go get eggs," the smart teen rolled his chocolate eyes. Kendall's nose pinched up. Logan hit him with the mixing spoon, splattering chocolatey batter all over the blonde's arm.
"Fine, fine!" Kendall threw his hands up in surrender. "I'll go." A larger-than-normal eyebrow arched up, and a smirk graced the blonde's features. "But if you're dead when I come back, it's your own fault."
Logan raised the spoon to hit him again, and Kendall scampered out of the kitchen with a squeak, "Alright, alright!" Kendall grinned, then slipped his shoes on before blowing a kiss to the brunette. "Be back in a flash, baby."
The smart teen rolled his eyes again, a small smile spread across his face. "Just go, Kendall. We don't have all day. James and Carlos are supposed to be back by eight. Its already six thirty. And we still need to finish mixing, bake, frost, and decorate the cake when it's done."
"I know, Logie," Kendall turned, opening the door of the apartment. "I'll be back in ten minutes flat." And with that, he was out the door.
Logan grinned to himself. Kendall was such a nerd sometimes. But of course, that's one of the things Logan loved about the green eyed blond.
Seeing as he had nothing to do until Kendall was back, the brunette shuffled into the living room, grabbing the TV remote and flopping onto the couch. He turned on the TV, flicking through the channels. Logan frowned; it seemed like every channel was playing something that held absolutely no interest for the boy just to annoy him.
After flipping through the channels one more time, Logan settled on keeping the Sirius Radio channel on. Music was always a good way to kill time.
Clutching the bag that held the eggs in his hand, Kendall maneuvered down the hallway of the Palm Woods, desperately trying to get to the door of his apartment. He knew it was stupid and paranoid, but he couldn't stop worrying that he was going to walk into a destroyed apartment with a dead Logan stashed in a closet or something. The blond had never been paranoid like this before, but ever since he and Logan had gotten together, he couldn't help but worry about the little brunette band mate every second they weren't together.
Love does strange things to a person, it was true.
When he finally reached the apartment door, he was struck to a stop by the beat of a song he somewhat recognized pumping through the walls. Kendall pressed his ear to the door, trying to catch more of the song.
Cry at night, no one in sight, an' we got so much to share. Talking's fine if you got the time, but I ain't got time to spare, yeah.
What the hell?
Kendall burst through the door. He was stopped dead in his tracks, however, when he saw what was going on in the kitchen.
Dancing around, mixing spoon in hand, pants thrown on the ground, and singing the lyrics to Joan Jett and the Blackhearts' "Do You Wanna Touch Me There," was his boyfriend and fellow band mate, Logan Mitchell.
The brunette had apparently not heard Kendall come in, because he continued on with what he was doing. Spoon held to his lips like a faux microphone, Logan's mouth opened to start belting out the chorus of the song.
"Do you wanna touch? Yeah! Do you wanna touch? Yeah! Do you wanna touch me there, where, there, yeeeeah?" In a move Kendall was not expecting at all, Logan dropped low, thrusting his hips down in the most provocative manner the tall blond had ever seen.
It turned him on in an instant.
"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!" Logan jumped back up, swishing his hips, and his tongue darted out to lick some of the chocolate batter from the spoon.
Kendall's dick twitched with want. This had to be the sexiest thing he'd ever seen.
"Yeah, oh yeah, oh yeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeah!" The brunette's arms shot out, and a tiny smidgen of batter splashed out onto the floor. Logan began to sway his hips to the music, and Kendall's eyes couldn't help but plant themselves on the firm backside presented to him through the tight boxer briefs the smart teen always wore.
Logan said he didn't like the way boxers fit, but Kendall was convinced it was just a ruse to get him hard easy whenever the brunette took his pants off. Which happened to be very often, ever since the most revered - by Kendall, at least - 'Palm Woods hotel pool skinny dipping rendez-vous.'
Ah, skinny dipping.
The blond was pulled from his thoughts when Logan began to sing again. "Every girl an' boy needs a little joy, all you do is sit an' stare. Beggin' on my knees baby, won't you please? Run your fingers through my hair ," a thin hand trailed up a torso covered by a nearly-sheer gray v-neck, to roam through blackened brunette locks. Kendall found himself unconsciously licking his lips, and a sweet mental picture of twining his own fingers in Logan's hair and yanking the shorter teen's head back in a moment of ecstasy graced his mind.
"My, my, my whiskey and rye; don't it make you feel so fine? Right or wrong, don't it turn you on? Can't you see we're wastin' time, yeeeeeeah? " Logan sang again, shoving the spoon back into his face unceremoniously.
God, if Kendall thought Logan was sexy before, the brunette he was watching right now had to be a fucking sex god. There was no way this deliciously seductive boy before him was the Logan he knew. The smart boy never let go like this. At least, not when anyone was around.
"Do you wanna touch? Yeah! Do you wanna touch? Yeah! Do you wanna touch me there, where?" Kendall could've sworn every pint of blood in his body hauled ass down to his crotch when Logan spread his legs, squatted slightly, then threw his head down and back up in the sexiest move the blond had ever seen. Even without long hair to follow the trail of the boy's upper body, it was still wood-worthy.
Kendall could feel the need building up inside of him. The way Logan moved; so god damn sexy, so provocative. The blond had never seen his band mate let loose like this. He'd seen Logan throw back flips like they were somersaults, break out a flair that could put any decent b-boy to shame, and dance like he'd been raised on a cardboard mat.
But the way Logan was moving now topped any way Kendall had seen the smart teen move before. Not thinking, he answered the rhetorical question in the lyrics the brunette was singing with a husky growl of, "Yes."
The brunette whirled around in a blurred one-eighty, his dance completely forgotten in lieu of his shock, and the spoon he'd been holding flew from his hand, clattering to the tiled floor, unfinished batter splattering all over the crisp white. "K-kendall!" Chocolate eyes flew open in shock, and a hand flew up to the brunette's throat, then down to cover the a scarcely-clad crotch. "H-how long were you standing there?"
Setting the bag gently onto the floor so the eggs wouldn't crack, Kendall stalked up to the flustered brunette, placing his own hands over the ones Logan was using to cover himself. "Long enough," Kendall purred. Logan shuddered delicately.
"I-i didn't hear you come in," the smart teen said quietly, his face turning a light crimson. A small smile graced Kendall's features.
"Don't be embarrassed," the taller teen murmured, "I liked your dance," Logan blushed a deeper red.
"Y-you liked it?"
Smirking, Kendall leaned in to place his lips at the smart teen's ear. "It was the fucking sexiest thing I have ever seen." A somewhat mischievous smirk spread across Logan's features.
"Want me to keep going?"
A flash burn ripped its way through Kendall's body to his swelling erection.
"Yes please," the blond growled. Planting his hands on the other teen's broad chest, Logan pushed, giving the green eyed blond the signal to back up to watch his show. Kendall complied with no complaints.
Grinning wickedly, Logan began moving again to the lyrics of the song. His hips swayed sensually, and his eyes stayed locked with Kendall's darkened greens.
Logan swayed slowly, turning back around to give the blond a nice view of his backside. Thin hands trailed up the smart teen's thighs, before settling on the hem of the gray v-neck. The hands grasped the fabric, and Kendall's breath hitched.
Oh so slowly, Logan's hands pulled up, taking the shirt with it. Bit after bit of pale skin was exposed, hips never ceasing their incessant swaying. The brunette peered over his shoulder seductively before completely ripping the shirt over his head.
When the hell had this dance turned into a strip tease?
Not that Kendall cared, of course.
The song was reaching its end, and Logan's 'dance' was reaching its finale. The brunette had an idea how to drive Kendall crazy. Sure, it was crass and bold and completely out if his character, but you have to take some risks in life, right?
Logan turned back around, pleased to see that Kendall had moved to sit on the back of the couch, and his emerald eyes were darkened to a nearly black garnet. The jeans he was wearing were strained against an obvious bulge. A smirk crossed the smart teen's features.
Keeping his eyes locked with the blonde's, Logan made a trail with both hands down his neck, over his chest, down his abs, the breaking them apart to rest on both of his hip bones, right above the waistband of his underwear. Kendall's breath hitched audibly.
Tucking his index fingers under the elastic, Logan pulled the waistband down slowly, and he barely contained a chuckle when Kendall's eyes nearly bulged out of his head at the sight.
He wasn't expecting, however, when Kendall lurched forward, stalking over to the place Logan stood, ripping his fingers out of his underwear, and slamming his lips harshly onto the brunette's.
"You're so fucking hot, Logie," Kendall purred, dipping his own fingers under the waistband of Logan's boxer briefs. A shudder wracked the smaller teen's body.
"Did you like it?" the brunette asked in a shaky voice, seeing as Kendall had just begun to kiss and bite at the sensitive spot at the junction between his neck and collarbone.
Smirking against the smart teen's skin, the blond grabbed on of Logan's hands, placing it over the bulge on his crotch. "What do you think?" He murmured sexily. Logan grinned, weaving his fingers into dirty blond locks.
"I think you liked it," the brunette murmured, gasping slightly when the fingers looped in his underwear tugged, yanking the fabric from his hips, leaving him slightly exposed.
"I'm so horny right now, Logie," Kendall husked, tracing a line from one hip to the other with one of the fingers tucked under the waistband of his briefs. Logan groaned, tongue darting out to lick his lips.
Leaning closer so his lips were a breath away from the green eyed teen's, Logan moaned "D'you wanna fuck me?"
With a primitive growl, Kendall smashed his lips onto Logan's, his answer as clear as the erection digging into the smart teen's thigh.
The blond began moving backwards, forcing Logan into the counter. "Turn around," Kendall growled, giving the brunette no time to turn on his own before he was gripping Logan's hips and spinning him himself. Logan's dignity wanted him to protest to being manhandled, but fuck.
It was hot.
Logan's knuckled were turning white with the death grip he had on the counter, his jaw clenching when Kendall stripped him of his underwear completely. He knew that if the counter top wasn't marble, his nails would probably be digging deep furrows into the surface. Large hands trailed up the backside of Logan's thighs to squeeze his ass, and the brunette let out a small squeak. Kendall chuckled lightly.
"I like that sound," the taller murmured, and Logan began to pant when he felt a finger begin to tease his entrance before pulling away just as quickly. Logan could feel Kendall's breath on his ear as the blond breathed "Let's see the other ones I can get you to make."
The sounds of a belt buckle being undone and pants being dropped to the floor echoed through the kitchen, and the smart teen's body tensed.
Logan Mitchell was not a kink in any way, and though fucking in the kitchen sounded like a sexy - and oh so erotic - thing to do, the smart teen couldn't help but fear that they would get caught.
Seriously, what if Katie or Mrs. Knight walked in? It wouldn't be a big deal if James or Carlos found them, seeing as each couple had walked in on the other at one point or another.
But yet again, neither couple had walked in on the other fucking in the kitchen against the counter where Mrs. Knight made dinner.
"Kendall, wait," Logan tensed when he felt a slick finger probe his entrance. "What if we get caught?" A growl erupted from the teen above him, and Logan clenched when the probing finger sunk in deep.
Kendall's finger hooked upwards, searching, as he growled "Then I'll just keep on fucking you, and hope whoever walked in isn't scarred for life." Logan's protest was replaced by a moan of satisfaction when a second finger sunk in to join the first.
The fingers crooked upwards, and a shock of pleasure ripped up the brunette's spine when his prostate was struck. "Oh fuck," Logan whined, pushing back against the digits. "Another one. Put in another one."
One of Kendall's larger than normal brows curved upwards. "Are you sure?" Logan turned to glare over his shoulder, nails digging even more harshly into the counter top.
"I'm fucking sure," he hissed, "Just do it."
Kendall grinned, planting a kiss on the small of Logan's back. "Whatever you want, babe," he said, and a third finger slipped in deep. Logan's spine bowed, bending him at an impossible angle.
The blonde's fingers spread apart, stretching the tight hole they were buried in. Logan's muscles clenched, and Kendall's cock twitched at the sensation.
The vice of Logan's ass was one of the things Kendall Knight would consider heaven on Earth, next to Logan's mouth - the kid gave one hell of a blow job; even James and Carlos said so after they'd sampled it when the boys had decided to "experiment" with a foursome on the living room floor. (That had been one hell of a birthday party, if you asked James.)
"Ohh," Logan breathed, and the want in that tiny little word was enough to have Kendall ripping his fingers out, giving one perfect little cheek a tiny smack, the smart teen letting out a small squawk.
Kendall's hands gripped at pale hips, and he lined himself up with Logan's prepared entrance. "Ready?" He husked in question. Logan didn't answer, but the fact that his head was hanging low and he was panting like a bitch in heat seemed like a 'yes' enough to the blond.
With a grunt, the taller teen began to push, the brunette whining as every inch of that burning heat forged in. By the time Kendall was fully sheathed, Logan's body was clenched tight, his jaw locked.
Not out of pain, though.
No matter how many times they had sex, the feeling of that first penetration always had Logan feeling like was going to come on the spot. It was just the way Kendall growled, the grip on his hips - even if they were fucking missionary. Kendall always liked to have a death grip on the smaller teen's body, and hips were the best place to grab - tightening with possessiveness, the stretching, the heat, and the oh-so-satisfying fullness when the blond finally pushed all in.
It was like nothing Logan Mitchell had ever experienced before. And it was fucking amazing.
"Oh god, baby," Kendall panted, his hands tightening and loosening on the smart teen's hips. "You're so tight, so good. Mmm, Logie,"
Logan let out a low, keening whine. "Fuck me, Kendall," the brunette's chest heaved with the intensity of his pants, "Oh Jesus, please, Kendall."
With a growl, the blond pulled out to the tip, slamming back in with a vengeance. The force shoved Logan forward, his thighs colliding with the edge of the counter roughly.
There would probably be a bruise tomorrow, but he really didn't give a fuck at the moment.
Logan's fingers felt like they were on the verge of bleeding, his thighs were screaming at the abuse the counter was dishing out, he knew he was going to have back pain from the way his body was arched, and his hips would probably be spotted with bruises the next day, but none of that mattered, seeing as the way Kendall was bulldozing forward had him receiving the best fuck of his life.
"Harder - nng - Kendall," Logan hissed, his jaw painfully clenched. He didn't dare let go of the lock - he knew if he did, he would moan out and scream and risk the chance of Bitters walking in to investigate the noise, most likely resulting in a third strike for the boys.
And there was no way they could explain the reason for the third strike to Mrs. Knight, so Logan settled on just keeping himself quiet.
The blonde's nails dug into the brunette's tender body, leaving crescent-shaped furrows in the flesh. Kendall slammed forward, harder than he had been, at a slightly different angle, and Logan couldn't hold back the loud moan that burst through his lips when his prostate was smacked roughly.
Logan could feel it - the small tingle in his abdomen that foreshadowed his orgasm. One hand stretched back to grasp one Kendall had on his hip, panting out his warning. "Oh god Kendall," he panted, "I'm gonna c-come."
One of Kendall's hands slipped from Logan's hip to slide under and wrap around his leaking erection, stroking slowly. "Then come, baby." The blond husked.
With a small cry, Logan's body lurched forward again, white ribbons of cum streaming from his sated body. His head fell between his arms, and he knew Kendall would be coming soon after, seeing as the taller teen's thrusts were becoming shallow and erratic, searching for release.
To offer some form of assistance, Logan began clenching and unclenching his ass, and he knew it had worked when Kendall let out a loud groan and an "Oh fuck, Logan," and the wet heat of release spilled into the smart teen's bowels. Kendall's body fell forward, his chest pressing flush with Logan's back.
After a few moments of breathy silence, Kendall moved to pull out. He cocked an eyebrow when Logan's hand gripped his arm. "Don't pull out," the brunette sighed, "Not yet. Give me a second."
"That's kinky," Kendall chuckled, laying on his lover again. "But if that's what you want, then - "
"Oh god, ew!" Both teens turned to see Carlos and James standing in the doorway, the Latino boy cowering and covering his eyes. James wore an expression of mixed shock, embarrassment, disgust, and humor. "What are you doing?"
Logan's face was red as a tomato., and Kendall let out a nervous chuckle.
"Uhh," the blond scratched his head. "Happy birthday?"
Carlos deadpanned, and James laughed lightly. "This is so not a happy birthday!"
And with that, the Latino grabbed James's hand, pulling them into their shared room, away from the scene in the kitchen.
With a sigh, Kendall pulled out of Logan, turning the brunette to face him. With a grin, he chuckled, "It was a happy birthday to me." Logan rolled his eyes.
"You're an idiot."
No flames. Or I cut chu.