Fic: Kendall and the High School Boy (logan/Kendall) NC-17
Title: “Kendall and the High School Boy”
Pairing/Character: Logan/Kendall
Word Count: 2536
Rating: NC-17 (Sex, smut, language)
Summary: A bit of a PWP inspired by the Season Two Premiere
Spoilers/Warnings: Through Season One and Season Two, Episode One
Disclaimer: Veronica, Logan, et al, are not mine and I make no claims.
Here is some LoKen.
If Kendall has Big Dick buy her another K they can be Rockin like Dokken
________________________________________________________
He thinks it’s probably just random boredom that causes her to snug up to his very possibly drooling face, filling his field of vision with barely encased wonder of the world just about perfect breasts, if a bit larger than his recent cravings.
She’s wearing dark sunglasses so he can’t tell from her eyes if the smile she’s holding is supposed to be mocking, seductive or just an all out dare. With just the smile to judge, and the warm water droplets falling from her bikini dripping distractingly down his bare chest, he’s guessing all three, with his body pulling hard for seduction and his brain firing all weapons at the dare.
He’s incredibly messed up right now and there is no good reason to be contemplating touching his friend’s stepmom. He’s been leaving his house as if going to school and ending up here, at Dick’s house, for the past week. He usually heads back to sleep in the cabana for the morning and just when his stomach wakes him for lunch, she strides out with a housekeeper and a tray of food.
It’s pathetic. They’ve never actually talked about it but he knows she knows. He doesn’t want her pity so he tries to think of it as indifference or curiousity. She’s just moved in and doesn’t know all the rules. She hasn’t decided his value so she’s letting him slide, feeding him lunch and keeping her mouth shut to everyone else.
Speaking of her mouth, the smile continues and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. He can guess the taste. Some salt, some lime, just the right mellow and mind bending bite of tequila. His contribution to their little luncheons - marguaritas served icy and fast, courtesy of his skill ands Big Dick’s well-stocked outdoor bar.
Her tongue finishes its languid circuit of her mouth and Logan continues to stare. Her face, and all the yummy goodness attached thereof, is slowly moving away now. He’s aware of her body sliding itself onto his chaise and his body moving over in response; moving just enough to get her on the furniture but not enough to sacrifice any skin contact.
So now he’s sideways and she’s proximate and there’s no backing away now. He shifts until his arm is across the top of the chair she places her head on his bicep. She turns her head to look at him and he takes the moment to remove her sunglasses with his free hand.
He doesn’t see indifference or pity. He sees guarded and curious and maybe lonely and underlying it all some sort of hidden agenda. Even so, through a combination of her closeness, his end-of-the-world mentality and the heat and the wet and the good and the endless babbling of his brain and body he also sees the invitation. Maybe not pure, certainly not simple, but definitely asked.
He puts the sunglasses down on the side table, having to reach over her to do so. She raises her head to his face and pushes herself up on her elbows. This has the distinct advantage of pressing their top halves together and his body manages one huge drive and finds just that much more excited to spread around and out.
He presses his lips to hers and is surprised at the softness. Her attitude and all out aggression seemed to point to hard and fast but right now its all measured exploration. Their tongues meet wet and twist slickly, slowly mapping out space and carefully trying out pressure and pull. It’s good, just not expected.
Then he figures it out. He laughs and grips her shoulders, pulling her gently over his body. He makes sure that certain body parts are obviously flush. Her face makes that smile again as she pushes down and enjoys the full body vibration that rocks him and moves her.
“You’re being careful with me,” he says, as he takes the time to ease his hands down her back, ending with one beneath her bikini bottom and the other just to the side of her breast, thumb lazily teasing the skin above and beneath the fabric. His bare chest is completely sensitized, he can feel her nipples tighten and her hips shift so his hands tighten on her ass. His erection thumps its thanks.
“Wouldn’t want to scare you,” she answers, “You know, move too fast lose you along the way.”
“You could leave breadcrumbs,” he says, as he glides his tongue and slides his lips across her clavicle and up her neck ending with a long and thorough kiss in an especially responsive area just below her jawline. She’s breathing heavily and her legs have moved from stretched out between his to straddling position and he very much likes. “I’m pretty good at following a trail.”
He continues to kiss and suck at her neck and places a few well timed bites to her jawline. These have the fortunate effect of tightening her grip on his back and pushing her chest roughly and steadily against his bare skin. The sleek fabric covering that chest is rapidly losing its coherence and now more frames than encases. The bottoms of the suit are faring similarly with most of it just bunching where once it might have been uncomfortable but now is having the effect of adding to the girl’s pressure and friction. Her gasps and deep moans into his mouth and neck have him grinning and a slight sweat has turned his chest into one slippy slidy expanse of pleasure as her hands alternately knead and smooth the rough muscle and warm skin.
Checking on his progress, he notes that the ties of her suit have just dissolved in recognition of futility and she’s now bare to him and grinding determinedly against his shorts clad lower half. He pushes himself up so she is straddling his lap. She shows her approval by opening and raising her eyes at him and grinning as she pulls her arms over head and stretches, arching closer to him and bearing down with her groin. She adds a rocking shimmy to the end of her little dance both circling his cock with her thighs and heat and shaking her breasts into his face.
He grabs a nipple with mouth and commences pinching and licking just tight enough to keep her rocking a steady beat and giving him just enough leverage to take his hands a pull her knees up. She looks at him puzzled, until he pushes her down and slides his mouth from her nipple to her stomach.
Understanding dawns and she slides her body along the foot of the lounger, allowing him full access to her body. Moving determinedly now, he moves his hands deliberately along her inner thigh, teasing and tickling with a combination of glancing touches and deeper fingertip massaging. Her leg muscles can’t decide between firing and relaxing and the feel of tension is thrumming through her from her toes to her face. The face, onwhich much of the smile remains, now has an added air of concentration about it, a reaching, a needing, a wanting and a focus - now, more and again.
To further this goal, she reaches with her hands and brings his face down to hers, pulling hard, toppling his body onto hers and bringing her already open mouth to his. There it is. The fast and hard he expected, the tongue and teeth battling and soothing and demanding.
He takes an emphatic bite to the stubble on his jaw and disengages, the smirk, feeling familiar on his face, in place and working. Her eyes which are full of depth and dirty promises, catch his and he places a thumb on either side of her clit, squeezing and pulsing in a rhythmic sort of circular motion. He moves quicker and quicker, her breathing his guide. Finally her body takes over and writhes against his hands looking for even more friction and force. He happily complies by moving so his face lies at the juncture of her legs and he presses his tongue hard against the roof, before repositioning and tangling again and again with her clit. He has her spread wide and manages only two fingers in and out and twist and hook and press, before her body reaches and falls. There are spasms, points of light, muscles gone manic and release coursing through her skin.
She cries out and breathes harshly and then starts laughing as she has difficulty catching her breath. She’s not often caught off guard but today, by a sun splashed pool in her new home, she’s thrown for a doozy. The tremors as he works her slowly down are strong enough for him to see her stomach ripple and he watches until all is still and the only sound is her hiccupping giggle.
“I’m not your typical high school boy,” he says, slowly sliding his fingers out and taking one more long taste before crawling up her body bracing himself above her on his arms.
“Noted and appreciated,” she answers, curling her arms around him and drawing him down for a wet, sloppy, carnal kiss. The kiss and their work on removing his pants stop when they hear a chiming from the house.
“Shit,” she says laughing, “It’s 2:30. School’s out.”
She starts to push him off but he presses down and plants a kiss that leaves her breathy and attached.
“What’s the plan, atypical one?” she asks, “It better be good because while I appreciate the added frisson of discovery, Dick seeing me naked is a no and Cassidy might not survive.”
He answers by standing them up and pushing her in the direction of the cabana, roughly pulling the chaise’s cushion and pillow along. He pauses only to rid himself of his shorts, leaving them poolside.
He steps into the cabana and pulls her around for another kiss. Fully naked he truly savors the feel of her along his body and her hands are free to stroke and circle with enthusiasm and urgency. He pulls away, “Definitely atypical, but I can be quick,” he says.
She laughs and arrays herself on the cushion on the cabana floor. He meanwhile, searches the drawers around the room certain Dick has a stash of condoms. When he does find them he takes a moment to appreciate the raw optimism symbolized by the amount and variety available. He chooses a tried and true soldier, tears the packet and carefully unrolls.
She’s ready and willing. Just because it’s cliché doesn’t mean it’s any less hot. He kneels before her and she looks approving. He leans down and her hands are everywhere, her lips and tongue never far away. He works at her nipple with his mouth until he thinks he can’t hold on anymore before kneeling up and gripping her hips.
He spins her onto her stomach and she obligingly raises up onto her knees and looks over her shoulder, “Tick tock, big boy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says while grabbing her ass and setting himself behind her. He leans down and to the side to lick her breast before palming it as he slides slowly and smoothly inside her. She stretches inside and out as she extends her arms forward while pushing back and taking him in fully.
The pleasure is a white hot flare as he drives into her. It’s been a while since inside for this boy and oh my frigging damn fuck yes, now, it is good. It is good, it is good, it’s about to be unbelievable -- then he hears it.
She’s taking ragged breaths, she’s holding herself still and pressing against him and he can feel small flutters. Oh fuck, really, with the time and the Dick and fuck, fuck, fuck. But although he’s had little parental guidance and most of who he cares about thinks he’s without redemption, he can’t leave her like this.
With massive effort, he slows himself down and works in and out to her new cadence. Her breathing pants and she moves against him and he reaches around to finger her and reaches even farther with the rest of his hand and feels himself stroking into her. He presses up to give her more direct stimulation and uses the ensuing moisture to help move his fingers faster. Finally as she’s keening a noise that jolts him directly through his spinal cord into his cock, she reaches up and stills his hand. She presses her back against him as she comes, shaking and sweaty, giddy with relief. Her hair fills him with scent of citrus and mint as she half-apologetically says “Sorry, completely unplanned.”
He can’t help the tiny bit of swagger as he drives three more times and the whites in his brain flash bright and he explodes, implodes and basically wipes out as he leans on her and she guides them down to the floor.
She has more to lose and sits up first. He sprawls, prone on the cushion. She says, “I’m running inside. Find my bikini and hide it, stop smiling you’ll scare someone and,” she pauses to give him a thorough look over, “Put on some clothes, no need to make the kids jealous.”
He reaches up to swat her on the butt. She easily dodges and, smirking, leaves. “Yes, ma’am,” he says when he’s sure she can’t hear. He manages to follow her orders and has just slipped his shirt over his head when the brothers walk up to the pool. Cassidy immediately dives and splashes big.
He half-hears their conversation as he hastily picks up the chaise’s pillow from where he threw it as he scrambled to clean up. He lays back and with nothing better to do, he raises the pillow above his head as he tries to figure out how to casually reattach it to the chair.
He hears Dick ask, “So, dude, you ever gonna make an appearance at school?”
He thinks a minute before answering, all the unwelcome thoughts that he just chased away for an hour beating their way back. He answers, because one fuck does not a new Logan make, “Don’t know why, dude. I’m practically an orphan.”
“I can,” here he stops, unnoticed by Dick because he’s caught up as well, slightly stunned by the incoming vision of Kendall in yet another black bikini.
“Do … whatever I want,” he continues, deciding at the same time that the best place for the cushion is now in his lap. He knows Kendall catches the move and it doesn’t bother him in the least. He watches until she disappears below the water.
“Damn,” he thinks, “I really do want a rice crispy treat.”
Pairing/Character: Logan/Kendall
Word Count: 2536
Rating: NC-17 (Sex, smut, language)
Summary: A bit of a PWP inspired by the Season Two Premiere
Spoilers/Warnings: Through Season One and Season Two, Episode One
Disclaimer: Veronica, Logan, et al, are not mine and I make no claims.
Here is some LoKen.
If Kendall has Big Dick buy her another K they can be Rockin like Dokken
________________________________________________________
He thinks it’s probably just random boredom that causes her to snug up to his very possibly drooling face, filling his field of vision with barely encased wonder of the world just about perfect breasts, if a bit larger than his recent cravings.
She’s wearing dark sunglasses so he can’t tell from her eyes if the smile she’s holding is supposed to be mocking, seductive or just an all out dare. With just the smile to judge, and the warm water droplets falling from her bikini dripping distractingly down his bare chest, he’s guessing all three, with his body pulling hard for seduction and his brain firing all weapons at the dare.
He’s incredibly messed up right now and there is no good reason to be contemplating touching his friend’s stepmom. He’s been leaving his house as if going to school and ending up here, at Dick’s house, for the past week. He usually heads back to sleep in the cabana for the morning and just when his stomach wakes him for lunch, she strides out with a housekeeper and a tray of food.
It’s pathetic. They’ve never actually talked about it but he knows she knows. He doesn’t want her pity so he tries to think of it as indifference or curiousity. She’s just moved in and doesn’t know all the rules. She hasn’t decided his value so she’s letting him slide, feeding him lunch and keeping her mouth shut to everyone else.
Speaking of her mouth, the smile continues and her tongue darts out to lick her lips. He can guess the taste. Some salt, some lime, just the right mellow and mind bending bite of tequila. His contribution to their little luncheons - marguaritas served icy and fast, courtesy of his skill ands Big Dick’s well-stocked outdoor bar.
Her tongue finishes its languid circuit of her mouth and Logan continues to stare. Her face, and all the yummy goodness attached thereof, is slowly moving away now. He’s aware of her body sliding itself onto his chaise and his body moving over in response; moving just enough to get her on the furniture but not enough to sacrifice any skin contact.
So now he’s sideways and she’s proximate and there’s no backing away now. He shifts until his arm is across the top of the chair she places her head on his bicep. She turns her head to look at him and he takes the moment to remove her sunglasses with his free hand.
He doesn’t see indifference or pity. He sees guarded and curious and maybe lonely and underlying it all some sort of hidden agenda. Even so, through a combination of her closeness, his end-of-the-world mentality and the heat and the wet and the good and the endless babbling of his brain and body he also sees the invitation. Maybe not pure, certainly not simple, but definitely asked.
He puts the sunglasses down on the side table, having to reach over her to do so. She raises her head to his face and pushes herself up on her elbows. This has the distinct advantage of pressing their top halves together and his body manages one huge drive and finds just that much more excited to spread around and out.
He presses his lips to hers and is surprised at the softness. Her attitude and all out aggression seemed to point to hard and fast but right now its all measured exploration. Their tongues meet wet and twist slickly, slowly mapping out space and carefully trying out pressure and pull. It’s good, just not expected.
Then he figures it out. He laughs and grips her shoulders, pulling her gently over his body. He makes sure that certain body parts are obviously flush. Her face makes that smile again as she pushes down and enjoys the full body vibration that rocks him and moves her.
“You’re being careful with me,” he says, as he takes the time to ease his hands down her back, ending with one beneath her bikini bottom and the other just to the side of her breast, thumb lazily teasing the skin above and beneath the fabric. His bare chest is completely sensitized, he can feel her nipples tighten and her hips shift so his hands tighten on her ass. His erection thumps its thanks.
“Wouldn’t want to scare you,” she answers, “You know, move too fast lose you along the way.”
“You could leave breadcrumbs,” he says, as he glides his tongue and slides his lips across her clavicle and up her neck ending with a long and thorough kiss in an especially responsive area just below her jawline. She’s breathing heavily and her legs have moved from stretched out between his to straddling position and he very much likes. “I’m pretty good at following a trail.”
He continues to kiss and suck at her neck and places a few well timed bites to her jawline. These have the fortunate effect of tightening her grip on his back and pushing her chest roughly and steadily against his bare skin. The sleek fabric covering that chest is rapidly losing its coherence and now more frames than encases. The bottoms of the suit are faring similarly with most of it just bunching where once it might have been uncomfortable but now is having the effect of adding to the girl’s pressure and friction. Her gasps and deep moans into his mouth and neck have him grinning and a slight sweat has turned his chest into one slippy slidy expanse of pleasure as her hands alternately knead and smooth the rough muscle and warm skin.
Checking on his progress, he notes that the ties of her suit have just dissolved in recognition of futility and she’s now bare to him and grinding determinedly against his shorts clad lower half. He pushes himself up so she is straddling his lap. She shows her approval by opening and raising her eyes at him and grinning as she pulls her arms over head and stretches, arching closer to him and bearing down with her groin. She adds a rocking shimmy to the end of her little dance both circling his cock with her thighs and heat and shaking her breasts into his face.
He grabs a nipple with mouth and commences pinching and licking just tight enough to keep her rocking a steady beat and giving him just enough leverage to take his hands a pull her knees up. She looks at him puzzled, until he pushes her down and slides his mouth from her nipple to her stomach.
Understanding dawns and she slides her body along the foot of the lounger, allowing him full access to her body. Moving determinedly now, he moves his hands deliberately along her inner thigh, teasing and tickling with a combination of glancing touches and deeper fingertip massaging. Her leg muscles can’t decide between firing and relaxing and the feel of tension is thrumming through her from her toes to her face. The face, onwhich much of the smile remains, now has an added air of concentration about it, a reaching, a needing, a wanting and a focus - now, more and again.
To further this goal, she reaches with her hands and brings his face down to hers, pulling hard, toppling his body onto hers and bringing her already open mouth to his. There it is. The fast and hard he expected, the tongue and teeth battling and soothing and demanding.
He takes an emphatic bite to the stubble on his jaw and disengages, the smirk, feeling familiar on his face, in place and working. Her eyes which are full of depth and dirty promises, catch his and he places a thumb on either side of her clit, squeezing and pulsing in a rhythmic sort of circular motion. He moves quicker and quicker, her breathing his guide. Finally her body takes over and writhes against his hands looking for even more friction and force. He happily complies by moving so his face lies at the juncture of her legs and he presses his tongue hard against the roof, before repositioning and tangling again and again with her clit. He has her spread wide and manages only two fingers in and out and twist and hook and press, before her body reaches and falls. There are spasms, points of light, muscles gone manic and release coursing through her skin.
She cries out and breathes harshly and then starts laughing as she has difficulty catching her breath. She’s not often caught off guard but today, by a sun splashed pool in her new home, she’s thrown for a doozy. The tremors as he works her slowly down are strong enough for him to see her stomach ripple and he watches until all is still and the only sound is her hiccupping giggle.
“I’m not your typical high school boy,” he says, slowly sliding his fingers out and taking one more long taste before crawling up her body bracing himself above her on his arms.
“Noted and appreciated,” she answers, curling her arms around him and drawing him down for a wet, sloppy, carnal kiss. The kiss and their work on removing his pants stop when they hear a chiming from the house.
“Shit,” she says laughing, “It’s 2:30. School’s out.”
She starts to push him off but he presses down and plants a kiss that leaves her breathy and attached.
“What’s the plan, atypical one?” she asks, “It better be good because while I appreciate the added frisson of discovery, Dick seeing me naked is a no and Cassidy might not survive.”
He answers by standing them up and pushing her in the direction of the cabana, roughly pulling the chaise’s cushion and pillow along. He pauses only to rid himself of his shorts, leaving them poolside.
He steps into the cabana and pulls her around for another kiss. Fully naked he truly savors the feel of her along his body and her hands are free to stroke and circle with enthusiasm and urgency. He pulls away, “Definitely atypical, but I can be quick,” he says.
She laughs and arrays herself on the cushion on the cabana floor. He meanwhile, searches the drawers around the room certain Dick has a stash of condoms. When he does find them he takes a moment to appreciate the raw optimism symbolized by the amount and variety available. He chooses a tried and true soldier, tears the packet and carefully unrolls.
She’s ready and willing. Just because it’s cliché doesn’t mean it’s any less hot. He kneels before her and she looks approving. He leans down and her hands are everywhere, her lips and tongue never far away. He works at her nipple with his mouth until he thinks he can’t hold on anymore before kneeling up and gripping her hips.
He spins her onto her stomach and she obligingly raises up onto her knees and looks over her shoulder, “Tick tock, big boy.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he says while grabbing her ass and setting himself behind her. He leans down and to the side to lick her breast before palming it as he slides slowly and smoothly inside her. She stretches inside and out as she extends her arms forward while pushing back and taking him in fully.
The pleasure is a white hot flare as he drives into her. It’s been a while since inside for this boy and oh my frigging damn fuck yes, now, it is good. It is good, it is good, it’s about to be unbelievable -- then he hears it.
She’s taking ragged breaths, she’s holding herself still and pressing against him and he can feel small flutters. Oh fuck, really, with the time and the Dick and fuck, fuck, fuck. But although he’s had little parental guidance and most of who he cares about thinks he’s without redemption, he can’t leave her like this.
With massive effort, he slows himself down and works in and out to her new cadence. Her breathing pants and she moves against him and he reaches around to finger her and reaches even farther with the rest of his hand and feels himself stroking into her. He presses up to give her more direct stimulation and uses the ensuing moisture to help move his fingers faster. Finally as she’s keening a noise that jolts him directly through his spinal cord into his cock, she reaches up and stills his hand. She presses her back against him as she comes, shaking and sweaty, giddy with relief. Her hair fills him with scent of citrus and mint as she half-apologetically says “Sorry, completely unplanned.”
He can’t help the tiny bit of swagger as he drives three more times and the whites in his brain flash bright and he explodes, implodes and basically wipes out as he leans on her and she guides them down to the floor.
She has more to lose and sits up first. He sprawls, prone on the cushion. She says, “I’m running inside. Find my bikini and hide it, stop smiling you’ll scare someone and,” she pauses to give him a thorough look over, “Put on some clothes, no need to make the kids jealous.”
He reaches up to swat her on the butt. She easily dodges and, smirking, leaves. “Yes, ma’am,” he says when he’s sure she can’t hear. He manages to follow her orders and has just slipped his shirt over his head when the brothers walk up to the pool. Cassidy immediately dives and splashes big.
He half-hears their conversation as he hastily picks up the chaise’s pillow from where he threw it as he scrambled to clean up. He lays back and with nothing better to do, he raises the pillow above his head as he tries to figure out how to casually reattach it to the chair.
He hears Dick ask, “So, dude, you ever gonna make an appearance at school?”
He thinks a minute before answering, all the unwelcome thoughts that he just chased away for an hour beating their way back. He answers, because one fuck does not a new Logan make, “Don’t know why, dude. I’m practically an orphan.”
“I can,” here he stops, unnoticed by Dick because he’s caught up as well, slightly stunned by the incoming vision of Kendall in yet another black bikini.
“Do … whatever I want,” he continues, deciding at the same time that the best place for the cushion is now in his lap. He knows Kendall catches the move and it doesn’t bother him in the least. He watches until she disappears below the water.
“Damn,” he thinks, “I really do want a rice crispy treat.”