Come Here Beautiful
Logan wasn’t entirely sure where his fans had adopted the nickname “Henderwhore” from.
Really, Logan was no different than any other warm-blooded male…
except for maybe his boyfriend.
Turning in desk chair, Logan came upon the sight of his boyfriend. The blond sat at the end of the brunet’s bed fiddling with his prized instrument, humming a tune.
Even then, his boyfriend was like most other males as well. Kendall’s sexual appetite rivalled Logan’s, and he personally, loved that. The blond also enjoyed most sports; he may not have been the most athletic of the bunch but he was by no means a weakling.
No, Logan had large dark bruises on his hips that attested to his boyfriends physical strength.
But maybe, the blond was a little more…romantic, than most males. Kendall always preferred to express his outright feelings, choosing not hide behind some awfully dubbed ‘masculine-shield of emotion’ but Logan was more grateful and proud of this fact than anything else.
Kendall cherished the people in his life and was constantly reminding them of how important they were to him.
“Logie,” Logan broke from his thoughts as said boyfriend called for him, “I love you Baby.” The confession had the blond smirking as Logan blushed heavily, breaking away from his boyfriend’s gaze.
“Kendall…” he murmured shyly, spinning back around in the chair to face the laptop left open on the desk.
“C’mere,” Kendall called again, “come listen to this.” He adjusted his guitar on his lap, fixing his fingers on the chords.
Logan sighed still regarding the computer screen, “just a second Ken, I’m doing something.” Kendall snorted.
“You weren’t two seconds ago,” he tapped the wood of his guitar lightly, “get over here Beautiful.”
The small brunet continued to ignore the blond, instead he pulled his feet up, tucking them under his thighs. His forest green football sweater surrounded his entire frame, a lumpy green mass creating his silhouette from the bright computer screen light.
“Logan,” Kendall drawled, dragging out the ‘a’, his boyfriend only hushed him in response. So he resorted to pouting silently over his guitar.
“Give me a minute Ken,” Logan scrolled down the screen fingering the track-pad, scanning the content information littered across the screen. He heard as his boyfriend faintly began strumming at the instruments chords, biding his time as he waited for the brunet.
“Okay Ken,” Logan begana moment later, spinning around to face the blond once more. Stretching his legs back out before him, he felt the tingling pulse of pins and needles run up the back of his legs and groaned. He should have been smarter about the way he sat - he’d knew that would happen.
“’Kay, get over here Baby,” the blond motioned the smaller male over, “I want to play you something.”
Suddenly intrigued, Logan swiftly pushed away from his desk, pressing back against the wood of the desk with the palm of his hand to propel himself across the room.
“What are you playing? A new song?” his boyfriend grinned but said nothing, position himself upright; he cleared his throat and slowly began strumming the chords.
I don’t know if you’re ready to go
Where I’m willing to take you girl
I will feel every inch of your skin
And you know I can rock your world
Imma be the calm in the storm you’re looking for
I’ll be the shipwreck that takes you down
I don’t mind if you lie in my bed
We can stay here forever now.
The familiar lyrics fluttered something in Logan’s stomach, coupled with his boyfriend’s beautiful voice, his heart began pounding heavily in his chest. He loved where this was going.
“Ken…” he mumbled in awe. His boyfriend was lost to the song, but his gaze with the brunet never faltered, in anything it felt twice as intense to Logan.
Ouuu oohhhhh
Turn off the lights
Take off your clothes
Turn on the stereo
Ouuu oohhhhh
Give up the fight
I’m in control
Why don’t you let it go.
The blond’s voice rose confidently as he entered into the chorus, bouncing off the walls of darkened room.
His boyfriend’s serenade carried him into a dreamlike paradise. Logan drifted from his surroundings, lulling forward in the chair, wanting to be as close to Kendall as possible without disturbing him.
let me love you, let me love you
let me love you babe.
let me love you, let me love you
let me love you babe.
let me love you, let me love you
let me love you babe.
let me love you, let me love you
let me love you babe.
Kendall’s voice crooned the lyrics to his single audience, leaning back into the bed and tilting his head upwards, straining his throat to reach those high notes just right.
The change in octaves suddenly broke Logan from his stupor and it took him all of two seconds to jump from his seat and tackle to the blond and his guitar into the bed. Immediately attaching his lips to his boyfriend’s a deep kiss. The music slowly fainted into the backdrop of Logan’s conscious, reverberating in the back of his mind.
Surprised, the blond pulled away from the kiss, “Logie?” The small brunet forewent an explanation though and reattached himself to the blond’s lips.
He truly had a one-of-a-kind boyfriend; so loving, tender and affectionate. Logan wasn’t sure how fate had granted him such a boy.
The blond seemed to have passed on from his initial shock as he began pressing back against the brunet. Kendall rolled them over in the bed, pressing Logan into the thick sheets.
The room plunged into darkness as the back-light of Logan’s laptop timed off, and the echoes of Kendall’s serenade still bounced off the darkened bedroom walls as they fell into the sheets.
Just close your eyes and shut your mouth
And let me kiss you inside out.