A/N: So as promised, I'm now focusing my attention to the sequel to "Big Time Lust". Initially, it was intended as just a one-shot, but as I wrote it, I had a few ideas of where the story could go if I wanted to continue with it. I decided to keep "Big Time Lust" as a one-shot, because I know some readers like reading one-shots over chaptered stories, but for those of you who wanted to explore what happened after that one-shot, this fanfic is for you!

The good thing is that you can read both separating and they make sense on their own, but they also make sense together as a entire story. In case you haven't read "Big Time Lust" and are curious to, click here: s/8688292/1/Big-Time-Lust

Song inspiration for this chapter is from "Do You Wanna Touch" by Joan Jett & the Blackhearts.

Please read and review! Hope you like it!

I tilt my head back against the lounge chair, allowing my face to soak in the sunrays. It's a perfect summer day. The sky is a cloudless blue, the air is warm but with cool breezes passing through from time to time, and the poolside is extra lively today—everyone is taking advantage of the beautiful weather.

I take a sip of my overpriced smoothie. Seriously, what people are willing to pay for in L.A. is absurd. But I decide to hell with frugality today. Today is my day to indulge. Today is my day to finally relax.

I stretch my legs, flex my toes, place my hands behind my head and lean back. I let out a small sigh. It's been a while since I've last felt at ease. Nothing could ruin my current tranquility. Nothing that is except seeing Kendall and Jo enter the pool area.

"Shit!" I mutter.

I quickly scoop up my things, but clumsily knock over my pink smoothie. Shit! Well, there goes five bucks! I barely took a single sip of it, too! I'm half running and half trying to get my flip flops to cooperate and stay on my feet. I must look like a madman to the onlookers.

Luckily, with how packed the pool is today, I don't think Kendall or Jo sees me. I shamelessly hide behind a guy who just got out of the pool to dry off. I'm standing much too close for comfort. He gives me a dirty look, and I give me a sheepish smile and dash off, abandoning my poor hiding spot.

Without asking, I grab a nearby girl's big straw hat, and cover the side of my face as I scurry along the side of the pool. Kendall and Jo are on the opposite side of pool, but they may still see me. I'm not taking any chances.

I could have made it back inside, but because of the Jennifers, my swift exit is blocked. And worse, they seem to be walking in even slower motion than usual.

I realize I need to take cover, so I beeline towards the cabanas, when I see a couple exiting from one. I ditch the straw hat and quickly duck into the vacant cabana. As soon as I realize I'm in the clear, I fall back onto a chair and let out a long sigh of relief.

I peek through the slit of the cabana drapes. I see that Kendall and Jo have found empty lounge chairs. It doesn't appear like they spotted me. I can't help but think how ridiculous I must look right now, hiding from my friends. But I wouldn't do it unless I had a good reason.

About two weeks back, I made a mistake—a terrible one. I slept with Kendall, my best friend, who ironically has a girlfriend; Jo. It was a one-time thing, but it should never have happened. And ever since then, I have been wearing this guilt everywhere with me. I'm consumed by it. I can't sleep, I can't eat, I can't even relax, because apparently when I do—like today—I'm reminded of what a horrible person I am.

To make matters worse, my bizarre on-again/off-again relationship with Camille makes things more complicated—and the guilt intensified. And of course, Camille now decides she wants us to be on again. I've been avoiding her, as well. It's just easier to avoid everyone. I've never been good at lying; I'm too readable.

If it came down to it, I'd probably let out the secret without having been asked, because that's how badly I buckle under pressure. Yes, avoid, avoid, avoid! That's what I've been doing, and that's what I'll continue on doing! That is, until I figure out a more sensible plan than constantly hiding behind bushes wearing tree hats…

I decide that I've been hiding in the cabana long enough and the coast is probably clear now for me to dash back to the apartment. I duck out of the cabana and make a run for it. I quickly glance behind me, making sure I'm not spotted, but when I do—BAM!—I run into Kendall. Like, literally run into him, causing him to spill the smoothies he's holding on to his shirt.

"Whoa! Logan!" Kendall shrieks.

"I am so sorry, Kendall!" I genuinely apologize, but I'm still tempted to make a run for it, even though I know it'll only make me look more deranged than I've already managed.

"You made me spill my pink smoothie," he frowns.

Of course he'd be upset over his beloved pink smoothie. I can't help but want to kiss him. Stop, Logan! You need to get the hell out of there as quickly as possible,I command myself.

"Again, I'm so sorry. If it makes you feel any better, you're not the only one who spilled his smoothie today," I chuckle nervously.

He smiles at this. I offer him my towel and while he's wiping the excess smoothie from his t-shirt, I can't help but stare at how the liquid has seeped through the thin cotton and is now clinging tightly to his chest.

Get out of there! my subconscious reminds me.

"What's the big rush anyway?" he finally asks, preventing me from pathetically drooling over him.

"Uh, I got that… thing," I stammer. "So, I have to go and, you know, do that… thing."

That 'thing'? Really?

Could I be any worse at lying? He narrows his eyes at me.

"Are you sure you're okay?"

"Pfft, fine! Couldn't be better! Bleep blap bloop!" I laugh maniacally. Yeah, way to not cause a scene…

"Logan, do we need to talk?" Kendall asserts in a lower tone so only I can hear.

Upon hearing this, I suddenly return to normal.

"I'm so glad you asked," I sigh from relief. "I've been going crazy not knowing what to do or say around everyone, including you!"

"Is that why you've been avoiding me lately?"

I simply nod without making any eye contact.

I suppose he hasn't been completely oblivious to my odd behavior the last two weeks. Which begs the question, why has he been so calm about it? Why hasn't his guilt been eating away at him? Why hasn't he worn ridiculous tree hats, dressed incognito, or hid in dumpsters like I have? Hell, I'm still trying to get the smell of trash off my skin after last week, when I jumped into a dumpster at the sight of him and Jo walking my way.

"I can't keep living like this, Kendall," I state. "I think we have to Jo and Camille."

"No," Kendall simply replies. I flinch at how decisive he is on an issue that affects several people.

"Just like that? 'No'?" I question.

"We can't tell the girls, Logan. It'll only make things worse."

"But keeping this betrayal from them makes it, what, better?" I challenge.

"No," he shakes his head. "Of course, it doesn't. But, at least it makes it less painful for them."

"What about me?"

Even my own voice sounds so fragile to my ears. He looks at me with guilt-ridden eyes. He must feel it, too, right?

"Logan, just please keep it together… for now, at least? Then we'll figure something out," he proposes.

I'm stunned.

This is his plan; for me to zip my mouth shut and wallow in the guilt internally? I don't think I have the strength to keep up the act much longer.

I realize that I'm not only ashamed of what I did, but I'm now also angry. I'm angry that Kendall seems impassive about the whole situation.

"Forget it," I scoff. I walk past him.

"Logan! Wait!" He calls, then grabs me by my arm. "I don't understand why you're upset."

"And I don't understand why you aren't," I retort. "For almost two weeks, I—" I begin. But then I see we've amassed an audience, including Jo, who's watching us from her lounge chair with curious eyes. "Nevermind. This isn't the time or place," I whisper and then I quickly walk off before Kendall has a chance to stop me.

I storm through the Palm Woods lobby and jump into the empty elevator and push to close the elevator doors. I feel alone. It's been hard keeping this secret. I guess a part of me naively assumed Kendall would understand—that he felt the same burden as I've felt these last two weeks. But I guess he hasn't. It infuriates me that I can't even count on my best friend, especially since it's a shared secret. It also saddens me that I don't know him as well as I thought.

When I get into the apartment, I go directly to the bathroom and slam the door. I perch over the bathroom sink and I allow the frustration to pour out of me. I know I can't stay mad long—I've never been the type to hold grudges even if I tried—especially with Kendall. But I feel like I shouldn't be in this alone. I needed Kendall to empathize. After all, he is in this mess, too. Did it not make a difference to him who he hurts, including his girlfriend?

Suddenly, the bathroom doorknob jiggles and pops open. Kendall appears. I feel two things in that moment upon seeing his face; anger and relief. I'm not sure which one's the dominant emotion.

"What are you doing here?" I try to ask casually, but I know I can't fully wipe the hurt off my face.

"I just wanted to make sure you were all right," Kendall replies softly. His tone seems sincere enough.

"No, I'm not all right. I haven't been all right," I confess.

"I'm sorry to hear that, Logie," he says in a low voice.

I flinch. That's not fair. He doesn't get to be all cute and use pet names, especially after acting so callous and insensitive about what we did to people whom we care about.

"Don't do that," I warn him. He shakes his head.

"Don't do what?"

He looks at me with those hypnotic, vulnerable, green eyes.

"That. Don't play the victim, because you aren't the victim," I state, before clarifying. "And neither am I. We both know who the victims are in this situation."

"I'm not playing the victim, Logie," he says, taking a step towards me. I reflexively move back.

"And stop calling me that," I demand, but it sounds less strong than I'd hoped. I can't seem to resist him…

"What? Logie?" He chuckles. "Why not? I've called you that since the 3rd grade," he reminds me.

True; he has. Only difference is it now has a much greater impact on me than it did back then. I'm practically putty in his hands every time he calls me that now.

He moves in without hesitation. I try to stand firm, but he's now towering over me, and I'm force to look up at him through my fringe of lashes. I instinctively glance at his lips. I know those lips. I know them well. I've tasted those lips before, and oh how badly I want to taste them again now. But I shake the thought away.

"What are you doing?" I ask almost in a whisper, when only a few inches separate us.

He tilts his head down, letting his forehead rest against mine. He smells divine...

He doesn't answer my question, but instead asks his own.

"Remember the last time we were in here together?"

"How could I forget?" I admit instantly.

"You, too, huh? I can't stop thinking about what we did either," he gives me a sly grin. "I know it was wrong, but… it felt so damn right…"

Now I'm speechless.

"It was wrong," I remind him when I find my voice again. I realize I have to be the disciplined one. He ignores what I said though.

"It was right there," he points to the floor. "On that rug, remember?"

"I remember," I breathe.

I'm immediately flooded with images of us having sex on the bathroom floor—panting, moaning and sweating. Then images of him, grunting, grinding and thrusting invade my mind, too.

"I want you, Logan," he moans into my ear.

I gulp. My heart doubles and I'm losing control of that righteous façade.

"We can't," I declare. I try to push him away, but his weight is greater than expected, so now my hand is simply pressed on his chest. I feel the warmth of his body radiate.

"Tell me you didn't enjoy it. Tell me that wasn't the best orgasm you ever had," he challenges. I shift uncomfortably at his boldness.

He's much too close. I can smell his delicious scent, and it's simply intoxicating. It reminds me of our last encounter here. It's like déjà vu; same time, same place.

"Th-that's not the point," I stutter.

"I thought so. I know you felt what I felt," he smiles arrogantly.

I want to punch that smirk off his face, but at the same time, I want to kiss him passionately for how hot he looks right now. What's wrong with me?

"I got to go," I lie.

"Oh, right. I forgot. You have that 'thing' to do," he mocks. I want to sock him again. "You know, Logan, you can always do me instead," he adds.

My jaw drops. Is my best friend really seducing me in the bathroom again?

"I can't," I resist with much internal discord.

"Oh, yeah? Your buddy there seems to disagree," he purrs into my ear as he grabs my crotch. I feel slightly violated, but my arousal easily trumps it.

"Kendall…" I whine.

It's a futile protest, because it's crystal clear that I want him badly. I know it, and sadly Kendall knows it, too. And he's taking full advantage of that knowledge. Question is whether I submit to him or not.

"I've been thinking about you nonstop for the past two weeks, Logie. Please tell me you've been thinking about me, too," he pleads.

He's crazy if he thinks I don't desire him.

"All the time," I confess almost breathlessly.

He produces a small smile; probably because of his triumph over me.

"Tell me you want me," he commands.

It's so hot how he's taking control of the situation.

"I want you," I respond submissively.

"Tell me you need me."

"I need you."

"Now tell me to fuck you."

"Fuck me," I order.

And before I can fully register what's happening, our clothes are torn from our bodies, and we're completely naked. Kendall pushes my back against the wall, and effortlessly hoists me up. I wrap my legs around his body, and curl my arms under his arms. He places his left hand on the wall for added support, then reaches down and steadies his undeniably hard member underneath my opening. I slowly slide down as he moves his body upwards and our bodies connect. It's instantaneously and ridiculously sensational.

He moans loudly against my neck as he pulls out halfway and then inserts himself again into me. I try to contain my moans, but I prove it's much too difficult and I yield to my pleasure. We develop a rhythmic pace and soon enough, Kendall is pounding into me against the wall. I wrap my legs tighter around him, and even dig my heels into his ass. He continues ramming swiftly into me as I move my hips in a back and forth motion.

I feel our sweaty bodies slapping against each other. The sensation is mind-numbing. I'm in such a euphoric state that I almost lose my balance. But, luckily, I grip onto the towel bar next me and regain my balance. This only allows Kendall to slam harder and deeper into me. Every inch of my body is alive, alert and on fire.

I pull his body closer against mine. Our bodies are flush against one another. We're like two halves of a whole. We're an effective team. We move in perfect synchronization. I realize I yearn for him in an immediate and primal way. I've never wanted someone's touch as much as I want his. I now understand why I have always been drawn to him. I can no longer fight it…

I'm ready to relinquish my self-control. And coincidentally, I feel I'm at my sexual limit. I'm ready to give in. Kendall moves in me a few more times and not before long, I let out a growl and I release everything I've been holding inside.

I'm transported. I'm free falling, but I'm lighter than air. I'm complete.

When my senses return, I open my eyes and I see Kendall gazing at me. He's looking at me with dreamy eyes. His mouth is slightly open, and he's panting. Then I realize I am, too. My lungs feel overworked. Both of us are trying to catch the oxygen in the air.

I'm drenched in sweat. My face is dripping in it, my neck is slick with the moisture, and my body is bathed in my perspiration. Kendall is covered in sweat, as well. This only makes him look even more like a sex god though. His body is literally glistening.

I look down and realize we're not covered in just sweat. We're also covered in a big mess from the huge load I shot. My cheeks reddening even more from chagrin.

Kendall gives me an exhausted smile, but it's disarmingly adorable. Then he moves in and kisses me unexpectedly. It's one of those long, lazy, drawn out kisses. Our sweaty bodies cling to one another, and I can feel the stickiness of my cum adhering our bodies together… It's so hot.

When Kendall pulls himself out of me, that's when I realize he had been still inside of me—and he's still hard! I feel a little bit smug knowing I turn him on that much.

He then lowers me so I'm on my feet again. He plants a softer kiss this time. It's deliciously sweet. He's deliciously sweet.

"Best orgasm ever?" He asks, arching his full brow.

"Something like that," I smile.

He's towers over me. He looks at me with animalistic eyes. I want him again.

He wants me, too. I know this. It's not arrogance. I can inexplicably feel the lust radiate off of him.

He bites his lower lip and just as he's about ready to pounce on me again, we hear the front door open.

"Fuck!" Kendall curses.

My heart leaps. We can't be seen like this. What if it's Jo? Or Camille?

I mentally curse repeatedly in my head.

We throw on our clothes at blinding speed. We're dressed as quickly as we got undressed. A little disheveled maybe, but it's going to have to be good enough. There's just not an adequate enough of an excuse for two teen boys leaving a bathroom together.

"You leave first," I whisper.

Kendall nods. He's smart enough to understand the awkwardness of the situation.

I'm left wondering what Kendall and I are doing. I mean, we cannot possibly keep this affair—I briefly freeze at the word—going without it affecting our friendship. And more importantly, other people are involved. Other people who have no idea that the ones they love have betrayed them.

Then, unexpectedly, Kendall runs back. For a second, I thought he had forgotten a piece of clothing, but instead, he runs to me and plants a hard kiss on my mouth. I barely have time to react, so I'm standing there with my mouth slightly open.

He looks at me briefly and flashes me a smile, before running out of the bathroom again.

I'm left standing there more confused than ever. I feel a huge surge of guilt hit me, but if I'm being honest, it's overpowered by my longing for Kendall. I realize I miss him already.

I'm left there thinking: what is happening?