Sexual Fantasies

Summary: Kendall and Logan have fun with role-playing. Kogan ABC Role-play. Rated M for Smut. A for Artist.

I wrote this while watching men's gymnastics lol. Hope you enjoy :)

Artist

'Where the hell is that model?' Logan moaned, rubbing his forehead.

There was a soft knock on the door. 'Come in, it's open', Logan said, relief surging through his body.

The door opened, and the most beautiful green-eyed boy stepped into the room. He was wearing a green silky robe that accentuated his eyes.

Logan swallowed, hard.

'Camille sent me,' the boy said, smiling slightly. 'My name's Kendall.'

Logan nodded slowly, eyeing the robe the blonde had on. 'So I'm painting you in a green robe? That's the best outfit she could've gotten you?'

Kendall laughed and Logan was melting. He had the most musical laugh.

'No, of course not. Camille said you'd be painting me like this,' he said, his long, elegant fingers moving to the tie of his robe.

Logan's throat became dry as Kendall slowly pulled at the tie, and it fell at a pool at his feet. Logan began to sweat as he surveyed the boy's muscular figure, trailing down to his manhood.

'Like what you see?' Kendall asked, and Logan nodded, exhaling slowly.

'Perfect.' Kendall giggled, and Logan froze. 'N-no, I mean it's…you're amazing to draw. Ugh,' he mentally chastised himself. 'Just lie down on the bed.'

Kendall smirked, green eyes sparkling. 'Like Rose in Titanic?'

Logan heart beat accelerated quickly when he remembered what Rose and Jack did after he drew her. He nodded, not meeting the blonde's eyes.

'Well, maybe you should give me something to put on? Like the jewelry thing Rose had on.'

Logan mentally groaned. He just wanted to get this over with before he exploded. He looked around, picking up a belt. 'Here,' Logan said, giving it to him, looking everywhere but at the boy. 'Buckle this around your neck.'

Kendall spluttered, before looking at Logan mischievously. 'So you want me to be a dog?' He said, trailing a finger down the brunet's face. 'You can be my bitch.'

Logan pulled away with effort. Fuck. He hated his skinny jeans. There was the biggest tent in his pants, and he blushed, moving behind the desk, eyes trained on the paper in front of him.

'Hey, Mr. Mitchell?' Kendall said, sitting at the edge of the bed.

Logan glanced up at him, pants growing even tighter at the boy's muscles rippling as he moved to lie on the bed.

'You could take off your pants, if you want. You look a little…'Kendall paused, searching for the right word. 'Stuffed.'

Logan choked, heat rushing to the lower regions of his body. God, Kendall was fucking sexy.

He tore his eyes away from Kendall's body, wondering how the hell he was going to live through this. He placed the pencil against the paper, waiting for something, anything to happen.

But every time he looked up, his gaze kept lingering longer and longer, before it was a few minutes before he could regain the strength to pull his eyes back down to the paper.

Kendall was just lying there with a smirk on his face, and Logan silently wondered how Jack drew Rose without being bothered by her nakedness.

He just wanted Kendall to touch him; he wanted to feel the soft, pearly, silky skin that stretched taut over hard muscles. Kendall was sexy, and he knew it.

Logan clenched his hands together, shaking his head. He couldn't do it. He couldn't draw Kendall.

Kendall sensed his frustration and got up off the bed. 'What's wrong, babe?' He purred, and Logan began to cold-sweat.

Kendall came up behind him, and placed his fingers on the brunet's shoulders, massaging them slowly. Logan leaned into his touch, moaning softly. Kendall bent, and placed a soft butterfly kiss on Logan's neck, and the brunet shuddered into the touch.

Logan raised himself from the seat, to kiss Kendall, placing a hand behind the blonde's head, pulling him tightly against him. Kendall wrapped a hand around Logan's body, lifting him up and placing him on the desk.

He latched onto Logan's neck and suckled, driving the brunet crazy. He mewled and pulled at the blond's tresses.

'Fuck, Logan,' Kendall moaned.

Logan came into his senses long enough to tell Kendall, 'you don't know my name, idiot. Now fucking take off my clothes.'

Kendall grinned. 'With pleasure, Mr. Mitchell.'

Kendall ripped off Logan's pants and shirt, rubbing the boy's beautiful pale skin. He palmed the squirming boy beneath him.

Fuck, he was ready for Logan; he wanted to fuck the boy so bad; he wanted to fuck him into next week.

He ripped off the boy's boxers. 'Hard and fast, Mr. Mitchell?' He said, glancing at the boy with a sex- filled expression.

Logan glared at him. 'I don't fucking care. Just do it.'

Kendall smiled at him. He ripped off the brunet's boxers and shoved into him, making him cry out in pain and pleasure.

'Fuck Kendall,' Logan moaned, gripping onto the desk. He didn't care about the pencils digging into his back, or the papers he was crumpling. All he cared about was the boy that was fucking him mercilessly.

'Harder, Kendall,' he moaned, and the boy was slamming into him at a blinding speed and Logan was crying, as shots of pleasure vibrated throughout his body.

'Kendall,' he whimpered, and he came, shooting streaks of cum in the air.

Kendall followed after him, filling Logan to the brim.

'Record time,' Kendall said, grinning.

Logan blushed. 'Do you really have to do that?'

Kendall pulled Logan upright, nuzzling his nose against the brunet's, and rubbing the boy's back as he winced.. 'I must say you make a pretty hot artist. Next time, you'll wear a beret, okay?'

Logan grimaced. 'There's not gonna be a next time. Cuz I almost got blue balls from watching you naked.'

Kendall grinned, before singing softly into Logan's ear, 'I'm sexy and I know it.'

Logan blushed and pecked Kendall on his cheek. 'Yes you are babe.'

I rushed it down… Hope you liked it :) Anyone have any ideas for any others? Tell me :)

ChelziXD