Fic: The Realm of You, 11/?
Title: The Realm of You
Part: 11/?
Genre: Big Time Rush - Drama / Angst
Pairings: Logan/Kendall, Kendall/Jo
Details: AU, Slash
Rating: MA/NC17
Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content
Post Word Count: 561
Status: WIP
Summary: From friendship, to love, to something else entirely. When secrets are all they have, what is left when their lives become an open book? "I have no life but this."
Masterlist
“Let’s ride the roller coaster next,” Kendall exclaims, grabbing Logan’s hand and pulling him along. They find James and Carlos loitering around the line, eating corn dogs and trying to look nonchalant.
“You guys gonna ride?” Carlos asks around the food in his mouth. “‘Cause I can tell you right now, I’m not scared.” He emphatically nods. James laughs.
“He’s scared,” James mouths. “We’ve been standing here for half an hour.” James glances down and notices Logan’s hand in Kendall’s and furrows his brow. Kendall has yet to realize he still clings to Logan, and he quickly drops his hand. As Logan’s father seems so quick to remind the boys, they are nearly fourteen now, much too old to hold another boy’s hand.
“We’re going to go. I’m not scared.” Kendall puffs out his chest, pulls himself to his full height and looks at Logan. He laughs out loud when he notices the shorter boy already turning green.
“Yeah,” Logan stutters, “not scared.”
Kendall chuckles again. He knows exactly how to get his friend’s mind off the fear. Statistics. “Come on, Logan. What are the chances you could die from riding a roller coaster?”
“Oh, around and about 1 in 300 million,” Logan rattles, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side. “Of course, you also have to take into account the physics of a roller coaster in comparison to the deaths reported. Like, how much of a reservoir of potential energy does this coaster have?”
Kendall just widens his eyes and shakes his head. “Um, not much?”
Logan smiles, his expression revealing his appreciation for Kendall’s assistance, a glance full of familiarity and knowledge. “Well then the chances are significantly decreased,” Logan says out loud. He leans in, and just to Kendall, he whispers, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Kendall throws an arm over Logan’s shoulder, nods toward the line to the other boys. They stand and wait.
When they get their seats in the rickety cart, Kendall feels the rigidity of Logan, his spine ramrod straight, his muscles tight. Once they are belted, the metal bar pulled over their laps, Kendall reaches over it and places a hand on Logan’s thigh. Logan looks at him and sighs. Kendall squeezes Logan where they are joined and Logan tries to smile but grimaces.
“You can’t smile for me?” Kendall asks, jokingly tickling Logan’s inner thigh. A burst of laughter explodes from Logan’s lips and his grin brightens the whole world, at least it does for Kendall.
Despite the funny looks or fathers who might protest, Kendall takes Logan’s hand and twines together their fingers. He gives a reassuring squeeze. Who cares what everyone else thinks anyway?
“We have statistics on our side, right?” Not for the first time, Kendall can’t stop staring at Logan’s mouth, a fluttering, curling and not entirely unpleasant feeling moving about his stomach. He wants to touchtouchtouch anywhere and everywhere on the other boy, and Kendall is fairly certain people would think it abnormal he felt that way.
Kendall watches Logan’s throat as he swallows, his lips part. “Yeah,” he breathes.
Logan’s hand is sweaty wrapped up in Kendall’s, but the taller boy doesn’t mind, he just squeezes it tighter as the coaster takes off.
When it’s over, Logan is reluctant to release Kendall’s hand.
And Kendall knows Logan has that feeling in his stomach, too.
Part 10 Part 12
Part: 11/?
Genre: Big Time Rush - Drama / Angst
Pairings: Logan/Kendall, Kendall/Jo
Details: AU, Slash
Rating: MA/NC17
Warnings: Dark themes, sexual content
Post Word Count: 561
Status: WIP
Summary: From friendship, to love, to something else entirely. When secrets are all they have, what is left when their lives become an open book? "I have no life but this."
Masterlist
“Let’s ride the roller coaster next,” Kendall exclaims, grabbing Logan’s hand and pulling him along. They find James and Carlos loitering around the line, eating corn dogs and trying to look nonchalant.
“You guys gonna ride?” Carlos asks around the food in his mouth. “‘Cause I can tell you right now, I’m not scared.” He emphatically nods. James laughs.
“He’s scared,” James mouths. “We’ve been standing here for half an hour.” James glances down and notices Logan’s hand in Kendall’s and furrows his brow. Kendall has yet to realize he still clings to Logan, and he quickly drops his hand. As Logan’s father seems so quick to remind the boys, they are nearly fourteen now, much too old to hold another boy’s hand.
“We’re going to go. I’m not scared.” Kendall puffs out his chest, pulls himself to his full height and looks at Logan. He laughs out loud when he notices the shorter boy already turning green.
“Yeah,” Logan stutters, “not scared.”
Kendall chuckles again. He knows exactly how to get his friend’s mind off the fear. Statistics. “Come on, Logan. What are the chances you could die from riding a roller coaster?”
“Oh, around and about 1 in 300 million,” Logan rattles, squinting his eyes and tilting his head to the side. “Of course, you also have to take into account the physics of a roller coaster in comparison to the deaths reported. Like, how much of a reservoir of potential energy does this coaster have?”
Kendall just widens his eyes and shakes his head. “Um, not much?”
Logan smiles, his expression revealing his appreciation for Kendall’s assistance, a glance full of familiarity and knowledge. “Well then the chances are significantly decreased,” Logan says out loud. He leans in, and just to Kendall, he whispers, “Thank you.”
“No problem.” Kendall throws an arm over Logan’s shoulder, nods toward the line to the other boys. They stand and wait.
When they get their seats in the rickety cart, Kendall feels the rigidity of Logan, his spine ramrod straight, his muscles tight. Once they are belted, the metal bar pulled over their laps, Kendall reaches over it and places a hand on Logan’s thigh. Logan looks at him and sighs. Kendall squeezes Logan where they are joined and Logan tries to smile but grimaces.
“You can’t smile for me?” Kendall asks, jokingly tickling Logan’s inner thigh. A burst of laughter explodes from Logan’s lips and his grin brightens the whole world, at least it does for Kendall.
Despite the funny looks or fathers who might protest, Kendall takes Logan’s hand and twines together their fingers. He gives a reassuring squeeze. Who cares what everyone else thinks anyway?
“We have statistics on our side, right?” Not for the first time, Kendall can’t stop staring at Logan’s mouth, a fluttering, curling and not entirely unpleasant feeling moving about his stomach. He wants to touchtouchtouch anywhere and everywhere on the other boy, and Kendall is fairly certain people would think it abnormal he felt that way.
Kendall watches Logan’s throat as he swallows, his lips part. “Yeah,” he breathes.
Logan’s hand is sweaty wrapped up in Kendall’s, but the taller boy doesn’t mind, he just squeezes it tighter as the coaster takes off.
When it’s over, Logan is reluctant to release Kendall’s hand.
And Kendall knows Logan has that feeling in his stomach, too.
Part 10 Part 12