I "finished" Pt. 2 a few weeks back but had to polish it a bit before I posted it, but it's finally finished; apologies to those who have waited so patiently for Pt. 2! I'm very excited to share Pt. 2 with all of you, and to wrap up this KOGAN story so it can live on in Fanfic heaven, haha! If you've already read Pt. 1, then you know this is first and foremost a love story, if nothing else, but I thought I'd throw in a scene of Kogan sensuality for good measure! ;) Please review, but without further ado, enjoy the complete Big Time Romance...

Logan headed straight to the bedroom, and it seemed like so did the rest of the guys, since all of the apartment's lights were already off. Everyone must have gone straight to bed and passed out from the long day. Logan was tired as well, this was definitely true. But the void in his heart blurred the certainty of being tired to feeling like a ghost. When he opened the bedroom door, he realized Kendall was already in bed with the lights off. It was clear to him now: Kendall was avoiding him. The hurt inside of him was searing. Logan didn't say anything; instead he quickly changed out of his day clothes and went straight to bed. He silently cried himself to sleep.

...

...

...

"Logan?" A faint, but familiar voice called out. "Logan."

The brunette's eyes blurred, but he managed to turn in the direction of the voice. The voice belonged to the only person he wanted to hear: Kendall. Looking at Kendall in that moment made Logan's heart swell ten times its size; he couldn't imagine anyone more in love with someone as deeply as he loved Kendall.

"Kendall, I know you're mad at me. I'm not sure why, but I know you are, and I just want you to know that—" The words were spewing out of Logan's mouth, almost choking him. The desperation in Logan's voice was heartbreaking, but that didn't matter right now, he thought. All Logan knew was he needed his best friend to understand; to feel what he had been feeling for so many years.

Kendall casually placed a finger on the brunette's lips to silence him. "It's ok, Logan. I'm the one that should be apologizing to you. I was a bad friend to you today." And then in an impossibly sexy voice the blonde said, "Let me show you how sorry I am." And, just like that, the blonde replaced his finger with his lips on Logan's. Logan's eyes widened, but quickly closed as the blonde kissed him deeply. Kendall raised both hands to the sides of Logan's face and drew him in even closer. Logan was instantly lost in a euphoric state, with the rooming spinning around him. He didn't know how he and Kendall got to this point, nor did he care, he just wanted to hold on to this moment forever. The blonde's tongue pried Logan's mouth open, and a warmth engulfed Logan's entire body. His body was set alight by every touch, every kiss from Kendall. The blonde lowered his hands to the hem of Logan's shirt and lifted it up over the boy's head, and tossed the shirt aside. Kendall and Logan locked eyes momentarily before Kendall proceeded to bring his hands to Logan's torso.

The blonde caressed Logan's ivory skin with his long fingers. Logan ran his hands up Kendall's shirt and swiftly removed it as well. Both boys looked down at each other's crotch, noticing their members bulging through their boxers. The two grabbed the other boy's waistband and simultaneously pulled the boxers down, revealing both their naked bodies at the same time. Kendall and Logan brought their eyes back to one another. Kendall stared deeply into Logan's warm brown eyes, and Logan looked back at Kendall's beautiful green eyes. Kendall gave Logan a smirk; Logan gave him a nervous laugh. The blonde moved forward and brought his mouth to Logan's once more. Something clicked inside Logan; maybe it was the fear of losing Kendall for good, but somehow Logan felt he was instilled with more courage this time around, so he grabbed Kendall's shoulders and slammed their bodies together, causing their members to rub up against one another. The two kissed passionately, with Kendall trailing his tongue along Logan's neck and then to his collarbone. Logan returned the favor by circling his tongue around Kendall's nipples, and alongside his torso. The blonde then nibble Logan's earlobe and gently bit Logan's shoulder. Both boys alternated turns to try to please the other more each time around. It almost became a game, to see who could gratify the other one more.

Kendall looked down at their hard members, and flashed Logan another smile. The blonde wrapped his hand around Logan's pulsating member and began stroking it. Kendall thumbed the head of Logan's flesh, and smeared the boy's pre-cum around; Logan let out a deep moan. Kendall continued to stroke Logan, slowly but effectively, causing Logan's stomach to contract from the pleasure. Kendall planted a loving kiss on Logan's lips, while still stroking his friend. Logan couldn't bare it anymore so he forced his mouth back to Kendall's for impassioned kisses. The force from Logan caused Kendall to fall on his back, with the smaller boy falling on top. Both boys laughed, and began to playfully wrestle with each other on top of the bed. The blonde eventually overpowered his friend by pinning him down and straddling him. Kendall gazed down at Logan, who looked little upset with himself for being defeated so easily, but also looked to be enjoying the playful encounter, if his erection was any indication. Logan bit his lower lip, and the blonde started tickling his friend, who immediately began laughing and squirming uncontrollably.

"Kendall! Stop!" The brunette cried out in a fit of laughter.

"Only if you kiss me." Kendall demanded. He stopped to see if Logan would comply.

Logan looked up at his friend, who loomed over him looking more glorious than he could put into words.

Logan pulled himself up to meet Kendall and leaned forward to press him lips on Kendall's. The blonde opened his mouth and let his friend brush his tongue against his.

"Can I be freed now?" Logan mumbled through the kiss.

Kendall then pulled back and groaned, "Fine…" But the blonde immediately grabbed Logan by the wrist, pulled him in and asked, "Can I keep forever?" Logan's heart drummed rapidly. Kendall smiled at him and then wrapped one arm around Logan, kissing him some more in between giggles. Logan was grinning from ear to ear. The moment was as carefree and perfect as Logan had always dreamt, with all the passion and ease he imagined he and Kendall would share. But somehow the sun must have come up a lot earlier than usual, because the picturesque scene abruptly became blindingly bright, burning his pupils. Logan's eyes shot wide open.

He looked around him through a haze and saw that Kendall's bed was empty, and the blonde was nowhere in sight; a dream, a damn dream… Tears pooled at the corner of his eyes. Logan closed his eyes tightly, hoping he would fall back asleep and resume the dream where it left off. Even though the dream was only a shade of what the passion of last night felt like, Logan knew that would be closest experience to touching Kendall. As hard as he tried, he couldn't fall back asleep, because the reality of it all was too present: Kendall didn't want to touch him. The tears he was holding back overwhelmed his strength and poured out.

Logan forced himself up and out of bed, and headed for the bathroom to wash his face. He refused to let Kendall see the effect he had on him, if he would so happen to walk in. Yet, that's all he wanted; Kendall to walk in and set things right just like in his dream. The brunette splashed cold water on his face and patted his cheeks. He looked into the mirror and saw how sad his reflection looked; a startling contrast to just yesterday morning... a morning of bliss, until everything flipped upside down on him. Logan felt he had to reclaim his happiness, so he shut his eyes, and pictured Kendall. The blonde would be walking up behind him, smiling of course, and wrapping his long arms tightly around him. Logan would lean back to greet him with his lips. They would kiss passionately… endlessly. Kendall would caress his face, drawing heart shapes with his finger. Logan would pull back and look deeply into his best friend's eyes… This would be the moment that would perpetuate them into an unbreakable romance. Logan came back to reality, but made sure to immortalize that last image in his mind, because he needed something encouraging to get him through the rest of the day.

Logan wiped his face dry with a towel and began getting dressed. He moved slowly, thoughtfully; he was in no hurry to get on with the day since, unlike yesterday morning, there wasn't much for him to look forward to today. Logan's inside felt hollow, as though his heart was replaced with nothing but air. Logan felt numb; he couldn't emote.

After the brunette meticulously went over every detail and figured he looked as dressed and ready as he'd ever be, he opened the bedroom door leading into the living room of their apartment. Logan stopped in his tracks by the surprise of seeing Kendall still in the apartment. The blonde was sitting on the couch very still, with his fingers intertwined between his legs. The image of Kendall like that reminded him of a gargoyle, preached over and solidified in that position, looking a bit intimidating. He looked as serious as he did last night in the town car. The blonde was visibly lost in deep thought because he hadn't even noticed his friend walk into the room. It wasn't until Logan called out his name that he looked up.

"Kendall? Why are you just sitting there?"

"I just wanted to make sure you weren't alone." Logan's heart sped up at the thought of Kendall's kindness. He noticed Kendall's voice sounding heavier and raspier than what he was used to, as if his throat was dry. Logan tried to keep his guard up, not wanting to be burned again, so he quickly changed the subject.

"Where is everyone?" Logan asked, quickly scanning the room, even though he knew the answer.

"Down at the pool." Kendall replied flatly.

Then there was more silence. Finally Kendall broke the silence.

"Sit with me?" The blonde asked; his voice almost in a pleading manner.

Logan scoffed, a little insulted that his friend thought he would be so easily persuaded. But then he looked down at Kendall and into his eyes, which looked like they might burst into tears at any moment. Logan moved slowly but cautiously towards Kendall. Maybe Kendall did have a persuasive power over him, he thought.

Logan sat on the same couch as Kendall, neither boy facing one another. Logan made sure he kept enough distance from the blonde, much like how Kendall did in the town car last night. Somehow Logan felt the roles were reversed this time, however. Kendall was the one who seemed like he had a brick house weighing down on him, and this time Logan was the one who was acting indifferent… at least that's how he hoped he came off. Logan didn't want Kendall to know how much he had hurt him, and had to keep reminding himself to keep his guard up, even though all he wanted was to hold Kendall and tell him how much he wanted his best friend back.

"What's on your mind?" Logan asked, still deliberately not making eye contact with Kendall. He knew if he did, he would just fall to pieces.

"I wanted to talk about the other night." Logan's heart thumped rapidly and loudly. Obviously he was expecting this, but somehow it didn't change the fact that he abruptly felt nervous.

"You didn't seem like you wanted to talk about it the past couple of days." Logan stated bitterly, finally looking at his friend.

Kendall simply grinned. It wasn't what Logan had expected, but he couldn't help but stare at Kendall now. He couldn't remember the last night he saw Kendall smile like that; he didn't realize until now how much he had missed it.

Kendall began again, "I just want to apologize for what… went on. I was drunk, and I'm sorry… It'll never happen again." Kendall basically spit out the last part. Logan's head started spinning again. Never happen again? Sorry? So Kendall did think their intimacy as a drunken mistake, Logan thought to himself; he suddenly felt sick and embarrassed at the same time. His cheeks and neck felt inflamed. Yet somehow the hurt and shame turned into anger and frustration. After all, Logan felt he was the one that should have gotten the last word, given how Kendall has been treating him the past two days. Logan's blood boiled as he sat there; he wanted to scream into Kendall's face and tell him what an insensitive asshole he was being, he wanted to say how everything was fine until Kendall decided to jump into bed with him, he wanted to place all the blame, hurt and anger he was feeling inside into Kendall, but then just when he began to open his mouth to speak, something in the corner of his eye caught his attention: it was a framed photo of him and Kendall back in Minnesota.

Logan remembered the moment in the photo well; the two boys were 15 in the photo, wearing their hockey jerseys, holding their hockey sticks in one hand, and smiling so honestly. They had won their first hockey game, and right before Kendall's mom took that picture of the two of them, Logan remembered Kendall whispering in his ear, "I'm so lucky to have a best friend like you." Logan recalled the surge of emotions he felt when Kendall whispered those words to him, the same emotions he was feeling now. No one else seemed to ever have the same effect on Logan the way Kendall did. No one valued Logan the way Kendall valued him. It wasn't about Logan needing to be validated by someone; it was that fact that Kendall valued him unconditionally. And suddenly Logan was calm. Just like that, the anger diminished. It's easy to be angry, to be defensive when you're hurt. Baring your soul so shamelessly is much more difficult; Kendall taught him this. Logan knew if he didn't express how he felt in that moment, he would never find any closure on the subject, and more importantly, he would never know if Kendall felt the same. The thoughts flashed by within mere seconds but evidently long enough for the silence to concern Kendall a bit, since he raised an eyebrow.

Logan spoke evenly and calmly, "Kendall, I've known you since the 3rd grade." Kendall nodded slowly, keeping up so far. "And I remember how much I wanted to be left alone the first day of school; how badly I wanted to remain invisible to everyone. But then I met you. You were the first kid to talk to me. As much as I tried to break myself away from you, you just kept insisting I come out of my shell. Kendall… I've never felt as brave as I do now. You make me brave. You've always made me brave," The brunette declared. Kendall remained silent, looking like he was in deep thought, so Logan continued, worrying that he may not get another chance like this, "I can't stay away from you. It's like, I'm better when you're around. You can laugh at me if you want, but that's how I feel." Logan looked down at his feet, feeling a bit sheepish for wearing his heart on his sleeve so vulnerably.

The blonde wasn't looking at Logan, which made it impossible to know what he was thinking.

"Logan…" Kendall began, "I can't give you a normal life."

It was clear to Logan now; Kendall thought if Logan chose to be with him, Kendall would feel like he was taking away his friend's chance at having a "normal life." A "normal life" probably with some pretty girl, who Logan could never love a hundredth of a fraction the way he loved Kendall. It never was a question of whether Logan preferred girls or guys; he only preferred Kendall. No one else would ever, could ever come close.

"Is this what it's been about?" Kendall's silence answered Logan's question. "If you haven't figured it out by now, you should know I don't care what others think about me. And if being with you isn't normal, well then I guess I'm a freak. And I'm okay with that… as long as I have you."

"I can't let you make a decision like that," the blonde said under his breath.

"It's not for you to decide. It's my decision. I know what I want. I've never wanted anything or anyone more than I want you." Logan was hoping Kendall would say the same, but Kendall just kept his composure. Logan felt he was sounding a bit desperate at this point, but he had nothing left to lose. The only person he feared losing was Kendall, and that was a sacrifice he was not willing to make, so he proceeded.

"Kendall" the brunette said sternly, trying to force his friend to look at him. Kendall still didn't meet his eyes. "Kendall. Look at me. Don't you think I'm scared, too? I'm scared as hell. But the other night was the best night of my life. Maybe you regret it, but I don't. The only regret I have is not telling you I love you." Kendall finally looked Logan. Logan wasn't positive but he could have sworn he saw Kendall's eyes tear up, but Kendall seemed much too resigned for Logan to be entirely sure.

"What I'm about to ask is humiliating enough, so you better answer me damn truthfully…" Logan paused and waited for Kendall to make eye contact. "Do you love me?" As soon as the words came out, Logan instantly regret saying them. He felt silly and stupid for asking such a heavy question, but he also knew his answer if the question was asked of him by Kendall.

Kendall scoffed. "For someone who's so smart, you're an idiot at times, you know that?" Kendall stated bluntly. Logan flinched a little at the comment, but didn't want to presume, so he waited for Kendall to clarify. "Of course I love you Logan. How could I not love someone as perfect as you?" Logan couldn't believe what he was hearing. "There's no one I could imagine loving more than I do you." The blonde's words were filled with sincerity. Logan wanted to believe him, he so badly wanted to, but the fear of rejection loomed large once again. He was afraid on so many levels, so Logan requested something from Kendall; something he knew was foolproof and would provide the truth he needed from Kendall.

"Kiss me. Kiss me like you love me." The brunette requested assertively. The blonde instantly turned to face his best friend. Logan waited, not moving an inch. He figured it be best to let Kendall decide. Logan had already decided; he wanted Kendall. There was no lingering doubt; there was never any doubt that he had wanted Kendall. The blonde ghost closer towards Logan; Logan's heart stopped. Kendall inched closer. The wait felt painfully long; the sexual tension escalating. Logan closed his eyes. He wanted to feel Kendall's lips touch his. The brunette sat there with his lips willing and ready, his eyes closed, but he had yet to feel Kendall's kiss. Logan began to feel a little silly, his hopes beginning to diminish, but before his hopes were completely crushed Kendall's lips crashed against Logan's. The brunette's heart started up again, but raced faster than he thought humanly possible. Kendall's lips were so soft, warm, and delicate against his. He felt his friend's tongue glide into his mouth, and he gladly welcomed it. He could feel Kendall's hands cupping his face tenderly; the warmth radiating around him. Kendall continued to kiss Logan deeply, passionately, as if to make up for all the missed opportunities. The scent of Kendall was intoxicating, as though there was a physiological need for his friend. The images of Kendall filled Logan's mind, from the first day they met to this moment right now. Logan opened his eyes and was pleasantly surprised to see Kendall had opened his eyes simultaneously. The two boys stared into each other's eyes, not missing a beat, not blinking once… It was as though everything they wanted to say, they said through their eyes. Kendall finally leaned in and wrapped his arms around Logan, and in that instant, all the hurt and frustration washed out of him, and was immediately replaced with an overwhelming bliss. Kendall's love for him matched his love for Kendall, this much he knew. For Logan, any other love would pale in comparison. Never before had Logan found this kind of clarity and meaning in his life; he now understood that Kendall was his missing half.

Logan: "If right now was all the time we had, or even if we had another 100 years, it wouldn't have made a difference, because every moment with Kendall felt so singular, so perfect, so everlasting…"