If my head wasn't tilted down so I could hold my phone between my cheek and my shoulder, I would be able to find my house key faster. But my hands were full of grocery bags and I was still trying to get a hold of the cable company. Apparently I owed a grand for a bill I didn't have with them. I eventually managed to slip the key in the lock and turned it fast. I pushed the front door open, making it accidently slap into the wall behind it, the two dogs in the house barking madly. I set the grocery's down softly and kicked the front door shut tossing my old, worn out brown messenger bag to the big comfy chair by the front window where I usually sat after work, and graded papers. I grabbed my phone and pulled it away from my ear to see how long I had been on hold. 33 minutes. I hung up angrily, and slid my phone into my black slacks. I picked the grocery bags back up and made my way further into my house silencing my two loud dogs. I walked into the kitchen and set all the bags on the counter by the stove. I sighed out running a hand up through my hair. "Hey James." I jumped but smiled turning towards the dining room table. The love of my life, my entire world was sitting at the head of our long table, shirtless, and wet from I had to assume a shower he just took. I pulled my wallet and phone out of my slacks and set them on the counter as I walked through our kitchen out to him. He grinned up at me, and scooted back in his chair patting his open and awaiting lap. I gently sat down on him wrapping one arm around the back of his neck and the other rested on his forehead. He was warm and it made me frown.

"Did you take your medicine today Kendall?" He laughed leaning in and attached his lips to my open neck. I sighed out pushing into his body and ran my hand up and down the back of his wet hair.

"It would have been difficult to work with that shit in me." I pushed his head back and shook my own. He laughed and sat back putting one hand in-between my legs. His hand rubbed up between my thighs and quickly cupped over my dick. I sighed out and looked out into the kitchen. "I got my new partner today. I just went in and did some paper work with him and had lunch with him. I got home about an hour ago and showered. I'm feeling better." I nodded and shamelessly let my body relax under his hands. "How was work handsome?"

"Well the molding of the teenage mind is a difficult task but someone has to do it." He chuckled deep in my ear, his cold making his voice sound stuffed up. "You wanna help me make dinner? I got raviolis."

"How about instead of raviolis we go dry hump on the couch." I laughed pushing off his lap starting to loosen my tie. As I took one step I was turned fast to face him. His blonde hair looked darker from the water and his nose and cheeks were red due to his cold. Other than that, his green eyes and flawless face looked so perfect I was very willing to give in and do whatever he wanted. And his idea of what he wanted was to bend over and throw me over his shoulder, swiftly. I groaned out putting my hands on his back pushing myself up. He walked us out into our living room and gently threw me down on the couch. I huffed out and threw my tie to the floor by his bare feet. He was only in a pair of black sweats that hung so dangerously low on his hips, showing off every delicious muscle on his stomach. Kendall was a cop, so he kept himself in very good shape. He was tall, about two inches taller than me, and had the most perfect body in the world. We always went to the gym together, but because his job was more active than mine, he was in such better shape. And as he bent over, over top of me, putting his hands outside my head on the back of the couch I touched his body, remembering why I loved him. Well one of the reasons I did.

We made out softly, and sensually for a good 30 minutes. He laid on his back and I laid on top of him rubbing up an down his chest, while he rubbed up my back and butt. Kendall was always the dominate one in our relationship, so it was no surprise to me that I let him push us up, so he was sitting and I was on his lap. I wrapped my arms around his neck as he held my rib cage on either side, very softly. When he finally pulled away and I was left breathless and holding his neck, eyes closed tight, I couldn't help the smirk that spread across my face. Kendall was red faced and as I pushed up on him running my hands through his hair I remembered not just four days ago, him asking me to marry him. I obviously said yes, and that night, and every night since then, we've started planning the wedding and done nothing but bone. "I'm hungry." I smirked and dropped my hands to my lap. He moved his hands to my back and locked his fingers there, looking down at my open shirt. He only got three buttons open but it gave him the opportunity to nip and kiss along my skin. "Go make us dinner." I shook my head pushing off him, hard enough to make him lay back down. He laughed pinching my butt as I went, making me squeak out. However, his laugh caused a coughing fit that made him curse under his breath. That made me a little happy.

I stood in front of the stove for five minutes as I cut up some tomatoes and cucumbers and lettuce for a salad. Kendall turned on the TV to a football game but he muted it and put on some music. I bounced along to the music occasionally looking out at him as he sat at the dining room table, working on what I had to assume was a new case he got put on. Probably another murder case. As soon as the water started boiling for the raviolis I threw them in and grabbed two wine glasses from the cupboard. I opened a new bottle of wine and poured two healthy glasses of blood red wine. I walked both of them out to Kendall and stood on his right side setting a glass down next to him. I sneaked a peak down at his papers and open files and saw a bloody body of a very young looking girl. I scrunched my face at the picture and leaned into him putting my arm around his neck. "What happened?" He quickly shut the folder with the young girl in it and looked up at me taking his wine glass.

"Nothing you need to worry your pretty head about." I frowned setting my wine glass down and pushed off him heading to the kitchen. As I walked past the island I heard three loud knocks coming from the front door. I checked the pot of raviolis before walked to the front door. "You expecting someone?"

"No. You?"

"Nope." He sneezed loudly and I couldn't help but giggle as I walked to the door. As I unlocked it and swung it open I was expecting a number of people. My parents, Kendall's sister…the neighbors. But the guy on my door step was someone I didn't know. He was a young looking guy, around my age. He was cute, gelled back brown hair and big brown eyes that seemed to glisten in the fading sunlight. I smiled small at him and turned my head slightly as I started to look closer at him. His face was flawless and his body from what I could tell under the white button up shirt, and black sports coat, was also very flawless. He had muscles and seemed to know it. But he was short, about 6 inches shorter than me, and because I've been with Kendall for 5 and a half years I could only find tall guys attractive. But there was something about this guy that made me rack my brain and try to figure out where I knew him.

"Hey…" His voice sounded like melted chocolate. It made my eyes snap back up to his face and as he opened his mouth to speak again it hit me. I knew exactly where I knew him from and feeling Kendall get right behind me, made my blood freeze in my veins and my knees start to buckle. "From your expression, I can tell you don't remember me." I scoffed loudly turning my head to Kendall who was now wearing a shirt and a look of confusion.

"Kendall…this is Logan. He's an ex from college." I turned back to Logan who laughed quietly and looked down putting his hands in his pockets shuffling his feet on our welcome mat. "To have a quick history lesson Logan is the one who left me to go be an awesome doctor with some young hussy by his side. Whatever your reasoning is to be here, I don't want to see you." I spun quick and locked eyes with Kendall who was hiding a smirk, one eyebrow raised.

"Actually I'm not here to see you." I stopped one foot in front of the other, about to go around Kendall and tensed up. "If you wouldn't mind…I know you're a detective and I know your damn good at your job. I need help with something." I laughed shaking my head and went to walk by Kendall who surprisingly grabbed my arm and stopped me.

"With what?" I gave Kendall a dirty look and he simply shrugged me off and let me go walking closer to Logan.

"It's my…boyfriend. Well actually…he was my boyfriend. Three days ago he was attacked and killed in cold blood." I turned slowly and felt my stomach twist into guilt and sadness. Logan wasn't looking at me. He was staring up at Kendall, eyes wide and full of pain. "I went to the cops. They said they were working on trying to find his killer. But I called to check up on the case with the case number they gave me, and it was a fake number. I asked the lady who answered the phone if she could let me talk to the detective working on my boyfriend's case and she said no. She told me flat out no one cared at the station because he was gay." I reached out quickly and grabbed Kendall's hand, locking our fingers together, squeezing it. He squeezed it back as if to say, I'm here. Logan looked down straight to the ground and shook his head shrugging his shoulders. "I heard through the grape vine you were dating a cop James. I figured if a bunch of straight assholes wouldn't help me, maybe you could. I just want justice and peace." I looked at the side of Kendall's face and got up right next to him. He breathed in deeply and then let out a long pained breath. He glanced over at me from the corner of his eye before looking out at Logan who was still looking down at the ground.

"Would you like to come in?" I swallowed hard and looked down fast as Logan looked up, eyes glistening. "We just started making some dinner. You're welcome to join us as you walk me through everything that happened and any and all information you have on the case." I couldn't believe I was hearing Kendall say the things he was saying, but I wasn't surprised by it. Kendall was one of the sweetest, generous guys I had ever met, and that's why he was good at his job. He was always sincere with his emotions. Whether it be happiness or anger…even pity, he was true to it. And just because the broken man standing on our doorstep was my ex-boyfriend didn't mean he wasn't a human being. And as Kendall gently walked back into me pushing us out of the way so Logan could walk in our house, I realized no matter what our history was, Logan needed help and my over protective, strong, brave fiancé was going to help me and I was okay with it.

I stood in the kitchen watching over the boiling raviolis as Logan and Kendall talked quietly from the kitchen. I would occasionally listen in on their conversation but it was so heart breaking I couldn't focus on them for too long. I heard Logan say his boyfriend had left work the night he was attacked. He went to a small Italian restaurant to pick up some dinner for them when three guys came up behind him and put a knife to his throat. They took him into an alley and told him to give up his money and his watch and everything valuable. Logan only knew it was taken because all of it wasn't on his body when he was finally found. I didn't listen to the details of how he was killed, even though Kendall asked for a great description. I glanced back out at them and watched with a heavy heart as Logan took off his coat finally and put it on the back of his chair. He ran a hand through his hair and Kendall finished up writing down some notes. Logan looked worn out and exhausted. He had huge bags under his eyes and from where I was standing his right leg was bouncing up and down furiously. He also kept playing with a silver chain around his neck and one time I saw him take the necklace out from his shirt and saw a dog tag hanging from it. Probably his boyfriend's. A beeper went off behind me, telling me the garlic bread was done, and before I turned to the over, Logan looked out at me and we locked eyes. He smiled small but I turned fast slipping an oven mitt on my hand. "What did the cops say to you when they notified you he was killed?" Kendall's stuffy, scratchy voice wafted into my ears as I took the sheet of bread out from the oven and I set it down. I quickly turned off the stove and grabbed the huge pot, turning to the sink. Our sink was on the island and it faced the dining room table, where Logan and Kendall were sitting. Logan cleared his throat and sat up grabbing his glass of wine, I just poured for him.

"Well…they said it looked like a mugging that wasn't supposed to end in murder. But because Matt was driving a BMW and had his gold Rolex on, they said the muggers saw an opportunity to get even richer. Killing him was just easier to take everything they got." I tensed up hearing that and drained the raviolis turning my head away from the steam. "They didn't take any DNA…they didn't check his clothes and they didn't even ask the restaurant to see tapes. They didn't even care." I glanced up seeing Kendall looking directly at Logan, pen to pad. Before Kendall started writing, he set his pen down and leaned forward shaking his head.

"I'm sorry. From the very bottom of my heart. It's bad enough to loose someone you love. But to feel like no one cares…it can't be easy." Logan smiled small and took another sip of his wine while Kendall breathed out turning to look out at me. I set the huge pot to the side and nodded out to the kitchen to Kendall. He pushed back in his chair and stood up, excusing himself from Logan. I turned my back to Logan and waited until Kendall stood right in front of me. He put his hands in my front pockets of my pants and walked into me. He set his mouth right next to my left ear and breathed in, tickling the little hair on the back of my neck. I set a hand on his stomach and looked down between us shaking my head.

"Will you get in trouble for working on this case?"

"You don't want me to do it, do you?" I laughed quietly looking back up but around his body to the stove. "It's not my jurisdiction…but what those cops did is embarrassing. There is enough bad wrap about cops already…this doesn't help. We're not all scum bags."

"The man was killed. He was gay." Kendall's eyebrows raised and I frowned removing my contact from him. "You don't think if you start working this, you won't have a target on your back?" He shrugged looking over my head and I sighed standing up straight. "I've never been able to tell you don't do something, with you actually listening, but I'm going to tell you the same thing I tell you every morning you go to work." His eyes fell back down to my own and I got on tippy toes. I grabbed around his chin with one hand and pulled his mouth to mine, barely inches apart. "You better come home." I kissed him quickly and softly before letting him go and turning back to the sink. I was expecting Logan to be sitting at the table looking awkward but the table was empty. I didn't think anything of it, seeing the bathroom door closed and went to work on getting dinner finished. As I put the raviolis in a big bowl drizzling olive oil on them, one of Kendall's hands graced over my butt as he walked back to the table, plates in hand.

Kendall and I sat the table, in silence. I poured everyone more wine and just as we set all the food on the table, Logan walked out of the bathroom, smiling small at us. He took his seat again and while Kendall went to the kitchen to grab some napkins I saw Logan wipe his cheek off on his shoulder, getting a tear off his face. My heart snapped as I sat down across from him looking down at my plate. As soon as Kendall sat down, I grabbed my wine and took a quick sip. I was already on my third glass, and was sort of feeling it. When I put the glass down I looked over to Logan who was sitting back, his hands in his lap. He was looking at his plate and I carefully reached out touching Kendall's arm. He looked over at me, scooping some raviolis on his plate. I nodded to Logan and Kendall looked setting the spoon down fast. "Logan?" Logan looked up and over at Kendall and smiled small.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have come. I don't want to get you in trouble with your job and I don't want to cause anything between the two of you. I understand you not doing it Kendall." Kendall laughed loudly picking the spoon back up from the bowl and put some on my plate.

"The worst they can do to me at my work is giving me a medal for being an awesome cop." I snorted taking a piece of bread and chewed it as Kendall gave me a dirty look. "As far as James and I are concerned the only thing he's upset about is how painfully awkward it is to have you in our dining room eating dinner with us." My cheeks went hot as I looked down and sat back. "James told me about your relationship. You didn't end things well, and I get it. Your job was what you wanted the most. And when James and I started dating…"

"Babe…" I kicked Kendall's leg under the table and saw Logan smirk as he ate a ravioli. Kendall laughed sitting back, drinking his wine.

"How did you two meet?" I sighed out shaking my head at Kendall who wiped his mouth and sat up straight turning to Logan, who looked more than interested.

"Well I arrested him." I groaned out sitting back closing my eyes. "He hates this story but that just makes me want to tell it even more." I raised my head and saw Logan lean into Kendall who stabbed at a ravioli. I loved this man. To the moon and back. And as he stuffed his face and laughed wiping his face I couldn't help but smirk. "So…I was a rookie uniformed officer and got called to quiet down a protest…"

So…this is a pretty new idea for me. It's a dominate Kendall/Sub James cop story. Someone requested this concept and I just sort of took it and ran. I would love, love, love to write someone shots. Any type, about anything. If you would like to read one, written by me, let me know.