Of Neon Blimps, Plane Tickets, and Puzzle Pieces
Title: Of Neon Blimps, Plane Tickets, and Puzzle Pieces
Pairing: OT3 (James, Kendall, Carlos), morphs into OT4
Rating: T (that's pushing it to its furthest limits)
Summary: Everyone knows that when there is a music award show, the ones who perform always win.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: This was in my mind as soon as they lost the first award, but then intensified when they lost the second. (All I will say is I am very disappointed and where is Kanye when you need him.) This sounded a lot better in my head then when it was written out, but I figure we all could use some fluff after that. So ignore the melodramatics and enjoy the happy ending! (This is also dedicated to RumbleRoar846, because she is a sweetie and I love her bunches and bunches and I just plain can't write without her anymore :D)
Everyone knows that when there is a music award show, be it the MTV Music Awards or the Kid’s Choice Awards or the Grammys, the performers of the night always won in at least one category they were nominated in.
That’s why Logan was so damn cocky during their rehearsals, the KCA pre-party, and walking the orange carpet. He was so sure that they’d win a blimp or two (sure, they were against the Black Eyed Peas, but so much in the past three years had shown Logan that anything was perfectly possible), and after the post-party, the four would have an adventure that three members could only hope, wish, and dream for.
The way James’s, Carlos’s, and Kendall’s faces lit up at the news of performing at the KCAs completely melted Logan’s heart. The way that Kendall never gave up on the dance moves (because Kendall was almost the worst dancer, only seconded to Logan) no matter how difficult they were at first made Logan practically glow in appreciation. When James would practically have a panic attack at the thought of winning the neon dirigible it made Logan’s entire being shake and tremble with worry, needed to hold the brunette close and coddle him. Carlos’s anticipation and enthusiasm for the fans, and for the thought of getting slimed, was thoroughly contagious for Logan.
In much shorter words: Logan Henderson was in love with his band mates.
While that seems farfetched, look at the three of the latter mentioned. Just look at them.
Yeah, and when you get to know them, it gets that much better.
Not to mention, the three were already boyfriends.
What’s one more to the threesome? For a long time now, the three had made their feelings for the brunette very apparent. From James’s dinner dates (which the tall brunette never informed the smaller one that they were dates before they went), to Carlos’s flowers and presents (which tended to make Logan feel a little bit guilty), all the way to Kendall’s mixed tapes (yep, Kendall was just that old school of a hipster).
Logan had planned to tell the three tonight, once they arrived at Carlos’s place after the post-party, still drunk on bliss and high on life.
And, well, now, all Logan wanted to do was wallow in his misery.
Kendall had jumped out of his seat when their first category was announced, looking in awe at seeing himself and his loves on that screen. Who wouldn’t? Carlos was already a little teary (but shaking it off) at the image. James had this look that just screamed ‘I can’t believe we’re here. How the fuck did we do it?’
Everyone saw Kendall’s disappointed face at the loss to BEP?
Imagine it up close. Twice. By three different men.
If you were closer, you could have seen the light mistiness in Kendall’s, Carlos’s, and James’s eyes.
It broke Logan’s heart even more than losing the bright orange airships. Neither of the awards mattered at that moment. The hurt in his loves’ eyes is what broke Logan inside, just a little bit. But seeing it twice…it tore him up, really.
Logan knew it wasn’t the end of the world, as did the other three. They knew they had more years to do this, maybe even accomplish more than just the KCAs if they pushed themselves hard enough. But they were so close so quickly. They performed. The ones who perform always win.
Logan supposed the second and even harder fall made the open wound sting even harsher, for them.
But Logan had a third fall, a harder blow to that wound. Because Logan had a surprise, and right now, the surprise would make him look like a cocky jerk.
~~~
The post-party had ended finally, it was about 1:30 in the morning and they just decided to crash at Carlos’s place, since no one felt like making multiple trips in multiple directions to go home.
Logan had the surprise stashed away in his room at Carlos’s mansion, he knew they’d all come here if they won or not.
James walked in the large doors first, looking around sadly, shoulders hunched in defeat and tie undone.
“Well…there’s next year, right?” He tried to laugh through what sounded like weak lungs.
“Very true…” Kendall smiled a sad, yet appreciative smile, “at least we got nominated though, that’s something, right?”
The little Latino gave a genuine smile, “That’s a big something.”
Logan stayed quiet. His plans smushed and broken into pieces. The award meant nothing.
“Logie?” James eyed the small brunette. Secrets from one another didn’t work so well anymore, not when boys know each other as well as these four did.
Now or never. Should I even try? “Could-could you all come to my room?”
Kendall perked up in worry, wondering what could be this serious, while Carlos shrugged. James was already making his way to Logan’s room.
Each arrived, the three non-inhabitants taking their usual leaning spots on the walls and dresser, waiting for Logan to explain.
The small brunette honestly tried to think of words, tried to make the speech and speak the phrases needed, but none came to him. He had this worked out for when they won. Not for when they lost. He never expected that, really. Logan all of a sudden felt very guilty for being so cocky.
He sighed and kicked at Kendall’s foot, moving him away from the drawer he needed to access on his dresser. He grabbed the envelope and ripped it open just enough for the four plane tickets to peak out, and slapped them on the bed.
No one moved for a good while, not a one of them knew what to do, what this meant.
“Somebody look at them.” Logan pleaded.
Carlos eyed the other two, and from the looks he got, they had unanimously nominated the Latino for the task. He reached over and picked up the envelope, taking the tickets out and reading the specs.
“Why are there four tickets to Dallas in here? On Easter weekend?” Carlos questioned, trying not to sound hopeful.
Now or never, Henderson. “One is for me.” He could feel the eyes on him say ‘Duh’. “The other three are for you.”
There was another long, pregnant silence. Logan couldn’t find words again. He didn’t do this lovey shit. Never did the ‘love’ in the first place.
Logan heard Kendall bring in a shaky breath, “Why?” The word was so quiet that they could barely hear.
Logan’s brain kind of broke as he reeled away from the window. “Okay, this was supposed to be easier, we were supposed to win the damned blimps, so you’d be happy and in fucking love with the world, we were supposed to be partying and ecstatic. So I could tell you that we’re taking a much-needed vacation in celebration of the win, somewhere special. You were all supposed to whoop and yell and be happy and say yes, and when you asked where I was going to tell you-” Logan’s voice cracked and he cut himself off-he couldn’t do this. It was too hard and he was afraid of the rejection. His throat hurt and it felt like he couldn’t breathe.
James finally spoke up, “Tell us…what, Logan?”
Logan’s voice was so small, “That I love you.”
Somehow, the three knew that the ‘you’ was plural.
“I was going to tell you that I love you and wanted you to come meet my family, because if ya’ll expect me to be happy with you, ya’ll better get along with my parents, nieces, nephews, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles-”
Carlos tackled the brunette, falling onto the bed together and Carlos couldn’t help but kiss the breath out of him. Carlos’s lips were soft and firm, his fingers tangling into Logan’s hair and holding him impossibly close, not daring to let him go.
Logan felt the Earth move.
No one existed but the four.
“Fuck, Logie, don’t be fucking with us.” The Latino pleaded.
Logan grinned at the caramel boy, “I just-” The bed dipped on both sides, Kendall and James had sat next to the intertwined boys. “I wanted tonight to mean so much to all of us…our first award nominations…first wins…”
James sighed, smoothing Logan’s mussed hair down and gliding over Carlos’s hand in the process, “Logie, you mean much more to us than a damn blimp.”
“It was just going to be per-”
“It is, Logan. You’re making it perfect.” Kendall, with small tears in his damned hipster eyes, was the second to dive in for a kiss, this one made the Earth rumble.
Carlos was slowly undressing Logan, who made the brunette break the kiss with the blonde to remove the sweater he still donned. Kendall worked on the buttons of his shirt while Carlos grappled with the tie.
When James leaned in and kissed Logan, albeit at an awkward angle, the Earth completed its dance and imploded, making the brunette feel at home. More so than he ever did in Dallas.
“We love you, Logan.” James stated.
“So much.” Carlos agreed.
“More than the world.” Kendall, his fucking dramatic hipster, thirded.
It made him wonder, why did he deny these three for so long, again?
But it didn’t matter. They’d just make up for that lost time, somehow.
And all through the night, when the love-making was done and the four were intertwined in ways that shouldn’t be possible nor comfortable, one thought kept running though Logan’s head.
They were a jigsaw puzzle. They fit in ways no one could imagine, accepting every curve and twist just as needed. The pieces were required to be just right, and without those pieces, the puzzle couldn’t begin nor be completed, the picture never to be seen in its rightful beauty.
One thought ran though Logan’s head as he fell asleep in his boyfriends’ arms (and legs, and random other body parts):
That he had been kind of a psychic when he talked about ‘just the right puzzle pieces’.
Pairing: OT3 (James, Kendall, Carlos), morphs into OT4
Rating: T (that's pushing it to its furthest limits)
Summary: Everyone knows that when there is a music award show, the ones who perform always win.
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Author's Notes: This was in my mind as soon as they lost the first award, but then intensified when they lost the second. (All I will say is I am very disappointed and where is Kanye when you need him.) This sounded a lot better in my head then when it was written out, but I figure we all could use some fluff after that. So ignore the melodramatics and enjoy the happy ending! (This is also dedicated to RumbleRoar846, because she is a sweetie and I love her bunches and bunches and I just plain can't write without her anymore :D)
Everyone knows that when there is a music award show, be it the MTV Music Awards or the Kid’s Choice Awards or the Grammys, the performers of the night always won in at least one category they were nominated in.
That’s why Logan was so damn cocky during their rehearsals, the KCA pre-party, and walking the orange carpet. He was so sure that they’d win a blimp or two (sure, they were against the Black Eyed Peas, but so much in the past three years had shown Logan that anything was perfectly possible), and after the post-party, the four would have an adventure that three members could only hope, wish, and dream for.
The way James’s, Carlos’s, and Kendall’s faces lit up at the news of performing at the KCAs completely melted Logan’s heart. The way that Kendall never gave up on the dance moves (because Kendall was almost the worst dancer, only seconded to Logan) no matter how difficult they were at first made Logan practically glow in appreciation. When James would practically have a panic attack at the thought of winning the neon dirigible it made Logan’s entire being shake and tremble with worry, needed to hold the brunette close and coddle him. Carlos’s anticipation and enthusiasm for the fans, and for the thought of getting slimed, was thoroughly contagious for Logan.
In much shorter words: Logan Henderson was in love with his band mates.
While that seems farfetched, look at the three of the latter mentioned. Just look at them.
Yeah, and when you get to know them, it gets that much better.
Not to mention, the three were already boyfriends.
What’s one more to the threesome? For a long time now, the three had made their feelings for the brunette very apparent. From James’s dinner dates (which the tall brunette never informed the smaller one that they were dates before they went), to Carlos’s flowers and presents (which tended to make Logan feel a little bit guilty), all the way to Kendall’s mixed tapes (yep, Kendall was just that old school of a hipster).
Logan had planned to tell the three tonight, once they arrived at Carlos’s place after the post-party, still drunk on bliss and high on life.
And, well, now, all Logan wanted to do was wallow in his misery.
Kendall had jumped out of his seat when their first category was announced, looking in awe at seeing himself and his loves on that screen. Who wouldn’t? Carlos was already a little teary (but shaking it off) at the image. James had this look that just screamed ‘I can’t believe we’re here. How the fuck did we do it?’
Everyone saw Kendall’s disappointed face at the loss to BEP?
Imagine it up close. Twice. By three different men.
If you were closer, you could have seen the light mistiness in Kendall’s, Carlos’s, and James’s eyes.
It broke Logan’s heart even more than losing the bright orange airships. Neither of the awards mattered at that moment. The hurt in his loves’ eyes is what broke Logan inside, just a little bit. But seeing it twice…it tore him up, really.
Logan knew it wasn’t the end of the world, as did the other three. They knew they had more years to do this, maybe even accomplish more than just the KCAs if they pushed themselves hard enough. But they were so close so quickly. They performed. The ones who perform always win.
Logan supposed the second and even harder fall made the open wound sting even harsher, for them.
But Logan had a third fall, a harder blow to that wound. Because Logan had a surprise, and right now, the surprise would make him look like a cocky jerk.
~~~
The post-party had ended finally, it was about 1:30 in the morning and they just decided to crash at Carlos’s place, since no one felt like making multiple trips in multiple directions to go home.
Logan had the surprise stashed away in his room at Carlos’s mansion, he knew they’d all come here if they won or not.
James walked in the large doors first, looking around sadly, shoulders hunched in defeat and tie undone.
“Well…there’s next year, right?” He tried to laugh through what sounded like weak lungs.
“Very true…” Kendall smiled a sad, yet appreciative smile, “at least we got nominated though, that’s something, right?”
The little Latino gave a genuine smile, “That’s a big something.”
Logan stayed quiet. His plans smushed and broken into pieces. The award meant nothing.
“Logie?” James eyed the small brunette. Secrets from one another didn’t work so well anymore, not when boys know each other as well as these four did.
Now or never. Should I even try? “Could-could you all come to my room?”
Kendall perked up in worry, wondering what could be this serious, while Carlos shrugged. James was already making his way to Logan’s room.
Each arrived, the three non-inhabitants taking their usual leaning spots on the walls and dresser, waiting for Logan to explain.
The small brunette honestly tried to think of words, tried to make the speech and speak the phrases needed, but none came to him. He had this worked out for when they won. Not for when they lost. He never expected that, really. Logan all of a sudden felt very guilty for being so cocky.
He sighed and kicked at Kendall’s foot, moving him away from the drawer he needed to access on his dresser. He grabbed the envelope and ripped it open just enough for the four plane tickets to peak out, and slapped them on the bed.
No one moved for a good while, not a one of them knew what to do, what this meant.
“Somebody look at them.” Logan pleaded.
Carlos eyed the other two, and from the looks he got, they had unanimously nominated the Latino for the task. He reached over and picked up the envelope, taking the tickets out and reading the specs.
“Why are there four tickets to Dallas in here? On Easter weekend?” Carlos questioned, trying not to sound hopeful.
Now or never, Henderson. “One is for me.” He could feel the eyes on him say ‘Duh’. “The other three are for you.”
There was another long, pregnant silence. Logan couldn’t find words again. He didn’t do this lovey shit. Never did the ‘love’ in the first place.
Logan heard Kendall bring in a shaky breath, “Why?” The word was so quiet that they could barely hear.
Logan’s brain kind of broke as he reeled away from the window. “Okay, this was supposed to be easier, we were supposed to win the damned blimps, so you’d be happy and in fucking love with the world, we were supposed to be partying and ecstatic. So I could tell you that we’re taking a much-needed vacation in celebration of the win, somewhere special. You were all supposed to whoop and yell and be happy and say yes, and when you asked where I was going to tell you-” Logan’s voice cracked and he cut himself off-he couldn’t do this. It was too hard and he was afraid of the rejection. His throat hurt and it felt like he couldn’t breathe.
James finally spoke up, “Tell us…what, Logan?”
Logan’s voice was so small, “That I love you.”
Somehow, the three knew that the ‘you’ was plural.
“I was going to tell you that I love you and wanted you to come meet my family, because if ya’ll expect me to be happy with you, ya’ll better get along with my parents, nieces, nephews, grandparents, cousins, aunts, uncles-”
Carlos tackled the brunette, falling onto the bed together and Carlos couldn’t help but kiss the breath out of him. Carlos’s lips were soft and firm, his fingers tangling into Logan’s hair and holding him impossibly close, not daring to let him go.
Logan felt the Earth move.
No one existed but the four.
“Fuck, Logie, don’t be fucking with us.” The Latino pleaded.
Logan grinned at the caramel boy, “I just-” The bed dipped on both sides, Kendall and James had sat next to the intertwined boys. “I wanted tonight to mean so much to all of us…our first award nominations…first wins…”
James sighed, smoothing Logan’s mussed hair down and gliding over Carlos’s hand in the process, “Logie, you mean much more to us than a damn blimp.”
“It was just going to be per-”
“It is, Logan. You’re making it perfect.” Kendall, with small tears in his damned hipster eyes, was the second to dive in for a kiss, this one made the Earth rumble.
Carlos was slowly undressing Logan, who made the brunette break the kiss with the blonde to remove the sweater he still donned. Kendall worked on the buttons of his shirt while Carlos grappled with the tie.
When James leaned in and kissed Logan, albeit at an awkward angle, the Earth completed its dance and imploded, making the brunette feel at home. More so than he ever did in Dallas.
“We love you, Logan.” James stated.
“So much.” Carlos agreed.
“More than the world.” Kendall, his fucking dramatic hipster, thirded.
It made him wonder, why did he deny these three for so long, again?
But it didn’t matter. They’d just make up for that lost time, somehow.
And all through the night, when the love-making was done and the four were intertwined in ways that shouldn’t be possible nor comfortable, one thought kept running though Logan’s head.
They were a jigsaw puzzle. They fit in ways no one could imagine, accepting every curve and twist just as needed. The pieces were required to be just right, and without those pieces, the puzzle couldn’t begin nor be completed, the picture never to be seen in its rightful beauty.
One thought ran though Logan’s head as he fell asleep in his boyfriends’ arms (and legs, and random other body parts):
That he had been kind of a psychic when he talked about ‘just the right puzzle pieces’.