And I am back! Happy Friday! Or, Saturday, whatever. I'm so sorry this has been taking so long, I've been WICKED busy for a few weeks! I was even without my laptop for a week! :O And then it wasn't working! :O I'M SO SORRY!

Anyway. I've been planning this chapter since the episode got out…I think you'll recognize it and love it. ;) I KNOW YOU WILL!

Everyone dance now! Go chapter 12!

Oh, and, by the way, this one has a lemon in it.

BUT ANYWAY!

Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush! Trust me! If I did, there wouldn't be a need to write this! We'd all be getting our daily dose of gay just by watching it! (Not that I don't with Big Time Crib, but you catch my drift.)

Warnings: Yaoi, slash, guy on guy, that genre! Foul language and later on some serious, explicit smexing. No likey, no read-y!

"HOLY MOTHER OF GOD!"

"HOLY CRAP!"

"WHAT THE HELL?"

"Oh my god."

I clung to Kendall, not registering the fact that his arms were flung precariously around my waist, a stray hand landing on my ass (not that I would've minded if I knew). Carlos had nearly fainted, grabbing onto Camille for support. Camille wasn't as surprised as us, but then again she hadn't known him for as long as us.

SINCE WHEN WAS JAMES ORANGE?

"Does he know he looks like a yam?" I hissed, breaking the shocked silence.

"Oh, fuck…" Camille breathed.

"What?" Carlos gasped, worried for his boyfriend.

"James has Hollywood Fever."

"I told him not to buy those clams from the guy on the freeway! What, just because academics aren't my specialty, I don't have a good judgment calls?" Carlos cried.

"No, not that." Camille slapped him upside the head. "It means that being in Hollywood has gone to his orange head!"

"But we promised not to let this town change us. Trust me, this is just a phase. Probably from the heat." Kendall said, sounding a lot calmer than I knew he was.

"Kendall, look at him!" Camille said.

The blonde looked over at his best friend. I saw that he knew what he wanted to do, but he doubted it would work. I leaned up and whispered in his ear, "Do it. Nothing's not worth a first try."

He looked at me, smiling gratefully, and let go of me. "I'll cure his Hollywood Fever." He went over to James, with Carlos and me in tow. We stopped next to James' beach chair. "James. You're orange, and you look like a freak."

James looked up. "I'm not orange." He said, standing up. He held up to spray tan cans. "I'm mangerine. As in, Cuda's mangerine action tan."

"Action tan my ass." Carlos whispered in my ear. "I prefer his natural tan."

"That's just rude," I hissed back at him. "Shouldn't you be trying to snap him out of this?"

"Yeah." He replied. He shrugged, then smiled at me. "But that wouldn't be much fun."

I felt my eyes widen. "You're a demon!" I whisper-shouted.

"Oh, as if you didn't know that already. Plus, you're dating one, too." He smacked my shoulder in a friendly way, then leaned away so that he was standing straight. I stared at Kendall, realizing that Carlos was right.

He was a demon.

But he was a hot demon.

And he cared for me.

And if he didn't, I'd make sure he'd never get off again.

It's that simple.

Of course, before I knew it, I was running around with a water gun and feeling like an idiot. But it was for James. And he was one of my best friends. I'd do anything for any of those guys, even if it meant sacrificing my dignity.

And then, before I knew what the fuck was going on, Guitar Dude was shoving a joint in my face.

"Woah, dude, hold on." I said, pushing his hand away. "We can't be doing that shit!"

"It's cool, bro." He said, grinning. "Go with the flow and let the energy just go." He looked like he had an epiphany. "Aw, dude, that rhymed!"

While he started making up lyrics, I stared at the joint. Everyone had to do weed at least once in their lives, right? So…why not now?

Slowly, I reached for the joint. He smiled at me.

And then everything was colorful.

-Kendall's POV-

My eyes widened.

FUCK…ME…

"L-Logie…" I started. He looked up, smiling hazily.

"Hey, baby." He stood up, wobbling slightly, then kissed me sloppily. "What's up?"

"…I think you are." I said, meaning that he was high. Which he obviously was. He smelled like weed and…for some reason…

Guitar Dude.

"Hey, did Guitar Dude ever…touch you?" I asked gently.

Logan's eyebrows furrowed slightly, before he smiled brightly again. "Heh! As if I'd let him! I'm a ninja, Ken! You know that!" With that, he jumped away from me and onto the couch, making 'ninja' moves and noises. I facepalmed.

Dear god.

"Um…did he give you anything?" I asked.

He froze. He looked guilty and small in his too-big hippie outfit. Looking down at his feet, he mumbled something that I couldn't catch.

I took a deep breath, crossing my arms across my chest. "Sorry. Didn't catch that." I growled.

He cried something about peanut butter and ran into the kitchen. I glared after him.

At least he wasn't raped.

**FF**

-NARRATOR'S POV! OMG HI!-

Kendall shot a glance at James. James exchanged the same look.

"So. What's your reason?" The blonde asked.

"Double-sided apologizing." The pretty boy replied. "You?"

"Punishment." Kendall smirked.

"Have I ever told you that you have odd means of overprotection?" James asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I never made fun of you being in love with your reflection before. Don't be hatin' on my principles." Kendall said.

James laughed. "You gonna tell your relatives to wear those headphones?"

"If I don't, I'd be a bad brother. And I am nothing if not a good brother!" The blonde vowed.

"Uh-huh. Whatever lets you sleep at night." James said, elbowing his friend and walking towards his room. "See ya in the morning."

"Have fun." Kendall called, smirking. He dropped in on his mother and sister to tell them to wear their super-silent headphones, then made his way to his room.

When he got in there, he saw Logan sitting on his bed, looking guilty. Kendall put on an expressionless face, clearing his throat.

Logan looked up and immediately looked back down, feeling ashamed. "Kendall…I, um…" He sighed. "I don't have anything to say."

"No, you don't." Kendall said harshly. Logan looked up, one eyebrow raised. The blonde still didn't have any emotion even glancing upon his face.

"Um…I'm gonna change…" Logan said, starting to stand up.

Kendall put a strict hand on Logan's shoulder. "No you're not." He snarled.

Logan's eyes widened, looking up at his boyfriend. "K-Kendall?"

"Logan. You've been a bad boy today. Thus, you need to get punished." Kendall growled. Logan gulped, trying to shrink out of view, though knowing that it was impossible.

Goddamn his logical brain.

"Kendall…" Logan squeaked as Kendall continued to look at him with those glaring, dark eyes and cracked his knuckles.

"Shut it." Kendall swooped down and caught Logan's lips in a heated kiss that, although shocked Logan with the immediate tongue access, was gentle enough to let the smaller boy know that this was just Kendall's way of showing that he cared.

Kendall literally ripped Logan's shirt open, shocking the smaller teen. Logan sucked on Kendall's tongue.

The blonde ripped away from the kiss. "Don't think I'll let you control a single thing. Tonight, you learn a lesson." He attacked Logan's neck fiercely, almost breaking skin. Kendall was basking in his power. As much as he loved Logan, he loved winning power.

That was just a fact.

Kendall nipped and sucked harshly on Logan's nipple, playing with the other one with his fingers. Logan bit his lip, trying to keep his squeals in his throat – if Kendall heard one high-pitched noise from him, he'd be unstoppable. And he couldn't face that.

"Kendall…I – I…" Logan stuttered.

"Quiet."

Kendall ripped off Logan's pants and boxers with one swift movement. He smirked to himself, knowing how much his next act would torture Logan.

Logan gasped, his vision blurring slightly. "Kendall!" He squeaked.

Kendall continued to lick slowly up his boyfriend's erection. On an impulse, he suckled ruthlessly on the head of it. He swirled his tongue around the tip before going back down slowly, slowly, and twirled his tongue around Logan's balls. He dragged his tongue down the way towards his tight hole.

Logan whimpered helplessly, grabbing onto the bars of the headboard. He knew he had lost the battle between pleasure and dignity. But, to tell the honest to god truth, he didn't give a damn.

Kendall moved away before he went any further, making Logan whine in desperation. "Oh, you'll get something up there soon. Just wait a sec." He growled.

He grabbed some lube and spread on a thin coat, only because he'd be pounding Logan so hard he probably wouldn't be able to stand the next morning.

Lining up his cock with Logan's entrance, he grumbled, "Brace yourself," to Logan. He slammed in without another warning.

Euphoria encased Kendall, Logan's wet, tight heat unbearable. Logan cried out in pain, Kendall stretching him seemingly far past his limits.

"Kendall! Ah! G-go s-s-slower, please! Aaaaah!" Logan screeched, his voice almost an entire octave above his regular tone.

"I told you, Logie, you're not making any decisions tonight." Kendall managed, thrusting his hips harder.

Logan gripped Kendall's shoulders, digging his nails in.

"Not so fast, baby." Kendall spun Logan so he was on his hands and knees, completely helpless.

On his next thrust, Kendall hit something inside Logan that just made everything snap. Logan gasped, then buried his face in his pillow. He met Kendall's thrusts by rolling his hips back, screaming so loud into the pillow that his throat began to burn.

"Kendall! Ah! Mm…faster, please!"

Kendall, in pure evil spite of his boyfriend, went purposely slower. Logan growled deep in his throat; dear god, did he hate how sadistic Kendall got sometimes.

Kendall couldn't hold back much longer. He was getting close and he knew Logan was hanging by a single thread. He sped himself up again, biting Logan's ear just to make sure he didn't make any noises other than the occasional grunt.

They climaxed together, crying out each other's name.

-Logan's POV-

Lying in Kendall's arms after that was heaven. My ass was already hurting, and I could feel his cum leaking out. Which was a sensation good, bad, and odd.

I guessed I did learn a lesson from that.

If I ever needed a really good, hard fuck, all I had to do was spend time with Guitar Dude. Possibly get high.

Sounded easy enough.

"Logan."

"Yeah?" I noticed my voice was still scratchy and pretty high-pitched, making me sound vulnerable.

"I know what you're thinking. It's not going to work."

"I don't know what you're talking about."

I cuddled in closer to him and turned around to face him. Within seconds, I fell asleep in his arms.

Finally! It feels good to update again!

Kendall: What took you so fucking long?

I was busy! Jeez!

Kendall: Apparently!

Logan: …Why did you call this chapter 'Clusterfuck'?

Because it's my favorite word right now.

Logan: Can't fight with that logic.

James: This episode was mainly about me. Why did I have like, no lines in it?

Because I had no time. I am a busy little person.

Carlos: Talk about little. I'm the shortest of all of them, and I'm still taller than you.

…I didn't eat my vitamins growing up.

Kendall: Aw. *hugs*

*hugs back*

Logan: So, all in all, I think it's a pretty good chapter.

James: I'm excited about the next one.

Carlos: WHY'S THAT, JAMES?

James: SHOULDN'T DISTOPIAN HEART TELL US?

Kendall and Logan: YES, SHE SHOULD, JAMES!

Alright! So! Someone from a past chapter(s) is coming back next chapter and revealing a HUGE secret! Who do YOU think it will be? It will have no alteration whatsoever to what I'm writing, but you should still have a say on who you WANT to see!

Will it be:

John?

That C Kid from chapter whatever whose name MAY NOT ACTUALLY START WITH A C?

Or someone else?

YOU CAN TELL ME WHO YOU WANT!

Boys: *smile with shining teeth*