Heyo! So, I got the idea for this, so I'm just gonna write it! Hope you like it! *bows*

But, be warned, this is a multichapter story. :D Please continue reading! Please?

Oh, also! I just realized that Lady Gaga has the same watch as Carlos does in the LoveGame video! Except hers is yellow! Trust me, bro, it's fucking CREEPY!

Man, I feel like this intro should be longer. Uh…what do I say? Um…I'm listening to music that makes me horny. xD Kidding! I'm kidding! Jeez. Alright, screw this. Just read.

Warnings: slash, smex, guy on guy, hooker shit, other stuff of that genre

Disclaimer: I don't own BTR! I wish I did, but I don't.

"Woo! Yeah, baby, shake that ass!"

Logan smirked, rolling his hips against the pole he was gripping in his hands. When people said things like that, he knew he was doing his job right. He did a raunchy move, which included the lifting of one thigh and the licking of a certain lucky metal pole.

The boy looked over into the audience, his eyes locking on a single customer. He loved doing things like this, making men feel like he was undressing them with his eyes and grinding on the pole as if he were really horny, just to make the customers feel special.

It worked, he'll tell you that.

A simple dance move made the guy smirk and harden.

Logan didn't know the guy, but hell, he never knew the guys that walked in here. That's what happened when you worked in a club as a pole dancer.

He detached himself from the pole, followed by disappointed noises and a shower of money. He snatched a few bills out of the air and stalked away, a pro at walking in platform heels. He'd count tonight's profit backstage.

He breathed a sigh of relief as his lungs met fresh, air-conditioned oxygen in the backstage dressing room. He was the fan favorite, and he was being modest when he said that. He was a headline dancer, along with his best friend, Carlos Garcia.

Carlos was sitting backstage, listening to his iPod. His head was nodding steadily to the beat.

Logan slapped the top of the Latino's head. "Yo. You're up." He said, taking out one of Carlos' earbuds.

Carlos groaned. "You're kidding me!" He whined. "That couldn't have been ten minutes!"

"It was twenty, actually." Logan retorted, sitting down with another thankful sigh in his chair. "Now go. I'll wait for you."

"Fucking douche…" Carlos grumbled under his breath as he stuffed his heels on and walked out.

Logan chuckled. He knew that Carlos was just grumpy because he had to go on after Logan, meaning that he probably wouldn't get paid much. But that was his problem, not Logan's.

Alright, a little background on Logan and Carlos. They were both seniors in high school, both seventeen years old. They knew it was illegal for them to be working as dancers, but it was good money and they didn't have many other places to go. They had been best friends since they were little kids, and had decided to go into this… 'profession' together. Logan had a little sister to help raise, even if she was only two years younger than him, (his mother was never home and his father was a drunk) and Carlos was the oldest of five. They needed this money. It was amazing luck that they were good at being sexy.

Logan hummed his favorite song as he counted his profit for that little round. Two hundred thirty four dollars. Not bad.

He heard the audience whistling and cheering for his friend. He smiled. Carlos was a hair away from being at Logan's level of popularity, the second most wanted dancer of the regulars.

Oh, yes, the regulars.

There was this one, quite wealthy man named Gustavo who always tipped generously. Especially when he had a certain white ass grinding on the pole on his table inches from his fatty face. Another regular had a preference towards Carlos. Logan was slightly scared of him because of his size, and Carlos called him 'Freight Train'.

The other regulars, Logan didn't care about. Those two were the bigger tippers for him and Carlos, and that was what mattered to him.

And no, he wasn't greedy. He was saving up his money so he could pay for college, and then medical school. His biggest dream was to become a doctor.

Funny how he was a stripper at the moment, huh?

Twenty minutes later, Carlos walked in, dollar bills poking out of his corset. He always wore more feminine clothes – almost crossdressing – on the job. That's what made him such a big favorite with the men. Logan personally found it unnerving to be so close to dressing as a girl, what with his already almost-feminine body. Carlos, however, was cool with it, so Logan never said anything.

"Alright. Let's go home." Carlos said, a huge grin on his face.

Logan snorted, looking up at his friend. "You're kidding me, right?" He asked. Carlos, who wasn't the sharpest tool in the shed, tilted his head to the side in confusion. Logan sighed, putting his magazine down. "You can't go out like that. You'll either get mugged or raped. Most likely both."

"Oh." Carlos looked down at himself, laughing. "Whoops. Be right back." He shot behind the changing room curtains, making Logan chuckle at his forgetfulness. Logan had already changed, so he was just waiting for Carlos to be ready.

Soon, Carlos was back out in Logan's sight. The Latino was still struggling with his red sweatshirt, but at least he was clothed. Logan grabbed him by the shoulder and dragged him out.

"So…" Carlos started, a smirk playing on his face, "Gustavo was there again tonight."

"Of course he was. He always knows when I'm performing." Logan shuddered, and not just from the cold Minnesota air. "It's creepy, dude."

"Don't I know it." Carlos snickered. "I'm just glad Freight Train has a set schedule."

"Yeah, well I have a stalker. What."

"At least I'm sexy!"

That was it.

Logan looked over at Carlos darkly. Call him a nerd, a dork, a faggot, a bitch, but only two things dug under his skin. Being called un-sexy, and…

"Logan, you know I'm kidding right?" Carlos asked, knowing that he had accidentally crossed a line. Best friends since before they could remember, and he still slipped up.

"Absolutely, Carlos…" The brunette said softly, pulling his jacket closer around him. "Absolutely." He looked over at the other side of the street. It was the dirtier part of the town (and the whole town was dirty in general), so buildings were run down and the street itself looked broken. He saw five or six figure huddled around each other. Logan elbowed his friend, his eyes glued to the people.

"Ow!" Carlos yelped. "What was that…for…" His voice trailed off when he saw the people Logan was staring at. "Dude! Stop staring!"

"Let's just bolt, 'kay?" Logan hissed under his breath, looking back at Carlos.

"Don't have to tell me twice." The Latino whispered.

The two ran. They knew that those people were dangerous beings that shouldn't be messed with, lest they wanted to be women so fast their heads would spin.

Kendall looked around, keeping his face passive. He'd never been to this club before (he was too occupied with business to go to clubs), but from what he'd heard, this one was good. It was called Demonz for a reason, he guessed. The dancers up were all wearing devilish outfits.

"Yo, Knight, wake up." Kendall's best friend, James Diamond, said, slapping the blonde boy on the shoulder. The boy looked over at the brunette.

"Yeah, Diamond?" Kendall replied, feeling uncomfortable in a place like this. It was clean for the town (and district) it was in, but that didn't change the fact that it was a gay bar and club. Don't get him wrong, Kendall was gay and loved to see other men get all triple-X with poles and, if he was lucky, other men, but in public?

He'll save that for the computer.

"I heard the two best dancers are here tonight." James grinned.

Kendall smiled. "Nice."

Just a little background on these two young men. Kendall Knight and James Diamond were best friends, and had been since they could remember. They never betrayed each other, mostly because they were the most they had at times. Kendall took care of his mother and his younger sister at home, as the man of the family. He had no father, but it was a story he didn't like to reflect on. James' parents were druggies that didn't give a damn one way or another, so he had had to grow up pretty fast.

Oh, and one more thing.

Both boys were part of a local gang and carried guns everywhere.

Anyway. Kendall and James sat down at a table, their eyes glued to the stage. Kendall glanced around. He and his best friend were both eighteen, technically and legally adults, but that didn't change the fact that they were still high school students. If anyone here recognized them, they might get arrested.

Not that they hadn't already been thrown in juvy more than once before, but Kendall didn't need any more on his plate at the moment.

"AND NOW, MAKE ROOM IN YOUR FANTASIES FOR LOGAN!"

Kendall glanced up at the ceiling. Speakers. Damn.

He looked down at the stage just as a slender brunette stepped up on stage. Immediately, Kendall's heart beat faster and traveled up his throat while about eighty percent of his blood flowed to his crotch. He shifted slightly in his seat.

Logan, however, didn't notice the newcomer at first. He did the usual – warm the audience up, then get into the raunchier stuff. For some reason, he had the urge to d something dirtier than regular stuff, so he brought everything he knew out on the table. It was only half way through his performance that he noticed the two boys from his school sitting at the table in the back. His body continued its movements on a sort of autopilot, while his mind ran wild.

What are they doing here? Oh, god, Logan, don't mess up! Avert the eyes, Logan! AVERT THE EYES!

He looked away, feeling torn. He didn't want to insult or anger the boys, both of which he knew were part of the local gang he and Carlos had seen the previous night, but the blonde one (Kendall Knight, his brain told him) was beautiful. Logan couldn't keep his eyes off him. But those boys could spread that he and Carlos worked in a gay strip club.

Wait.

But…

HOLY FUCK.

Logan could hear buzzing in his ears as he ended the performance and stumbled backstage. He vaguely registered Carlos' concerned fussing over him, but could only muster out in a small voice:

"Two gangsters. Kendall Knight, James Diamond."

He looked up at his best friend desperately. "Don't get hurt."

Carlos' eyes widened. After a second, he nodded. "Right. Got it. Thanks, bro."

Logan nodded absentmindedly, staring off into the distance. He couldn't help but think about the Knight boy…and the damage he and his friend could do…

And that's a wrap! So, how you guys liking it so far? Pretty good? :D

Just keep reading, please!

Kendall: Sweet! I'm a badass!

James: And we get guns! What in the WORLD is up? *fist pounds Kendall*

Carlos: Why am I the crossdresser?

Because, in my mind, you'd be a perfect little gay man whore.

Carlos: …*eye twitch*

Logan: *giggles* I'm a pole dancer. *cracks up* As if!

Kendall: *sneaks up behind Logan* *grabs his hips* *whispers in his ear: What about for me?*

Logan: *smirks* Earn it, big boy.

Kendall: You got it.

Damn. Why do I like Cargan again?

James: You like Cargan?

*shrugs* For some reason, I find it cool to watch your bottom top the ultimate bottom.

Logan: I am NOT the ultimate bottom!

Me, James, Carlos, and Kendall: Yeah, you are, bro.

Anyway! Thanks for reading! Have pleasant days and sexy nights! xD Nah, just kidding. Rate, review, love!