Awhile back I had one of those dreams that had such an affect on me that I abandoned the one-shot I was currently working on at the time, and began writing this story. (Don't worry, I promise to go back and finish that one-shot!). I loved the dream so much that I wrote the entire rough draft in a day, and since then have been trying to flesh out and elaborate the story. It looks like the story will probably consist of six chapters at this point; it really depends on how much I edit out and/or add in to future chapters so that may very easily change. I'm very excited about it overall; I think it may be my favorite story I've written to-date next to Big Time Romance.

I also want to be clear right now that I DO already have a definitive end, so when it ends I hope no one will be expecting more because I really wanted to give this love story a real beginning and end, and not just dragging it on for the sake of it. I don't want to give away too much this early on, but I hope you all enjoy reading this as much as I have enjoyed writing it! Please review and let me know what you think; will *try* to edit and update every weekend. Without further ado, I give you Big Time Love Story.

Disclaimer: I own nothing.

"Love is the emblem of eternity;

It confounds all notion of time;

Effaces all memory of a beginning,

All fear of an end."

-Germaine de Stael

It had been a little over a year and a half since Logan Mitchell and I had been dating. And within that time frame, we had been secretly dating for close to a year before anyone else had found out. James and Carlos were first to find out after they had accidentally stumbled upon Logan and I making out underneath one of the cabanas by the pool, sporting bulges no less. I think it's safe to say we were all completely speechless in that moment. After that, Logan and I felt that it was time to confess to our friends and family. We were both reluctant to sit down with our respective families and come clean, to say the least. I in particular remember being very nervous to confess to my mom. Although when I finally did come out to her, I felt a bit sheepish for living in such anxiety before; because my mom had reacted exactly the way I had expected her to. Nothing had changed; my mom loved me just the same, and perhaps in a way even more, for having the courage to come out. And I think she was relieved knowing that if I did have to live this lifestyle, it would be with Logan, my very best friend. In many ways, mom treated all the guys like her own, but Logan especially, so the transition was a fairly seamless one for all of us involved. In retrospect, I suppose we should have come clean sooner. I found the situation perfectly ironic, because what began as a forbidden romance between Logan and I, and then to a fear of our secret being exposed, to a love that was accepted by all those whom we love. Now Logan and I really couldn't imagine any obstacle we wouldn't be able to face.

SUMMER

I stretched actively, in hopes of expelling all the tightness in the muscles from my body. My exposed skin was instantly welcomed by the cool air in our AC controlled room, which was a stark contrast to the warm sheets the rest of my body was wrapped in. My long lanky arms splayed across my bed, brushing my knuckles against the extra pillow rest next to me. That's when I realized something was missing; where was Logan? My half lidded eyes flew open as if someone yelled "fire!" I immediately jerked my head up, looked at the vacant spot and then quickly scanned the rest of the bedroom. The room was dimly lit, with only a modest amount of sunlight peeking through from the slightly opened blinds. I wasn't sure if the day was barely beginning or coming to end. I licked my dry lips and rubbed my eyes, knowing either way I should probably get out of bed. I dragged my limp body into the connecting bathroom and flicked on the lights, which were much too bright in my current groggy state. I turned the sink faucet on full blast and splashed the cold water on my face. The icy water felt great, and invigorated me with enough energy, so I grabbed my blue toothbrush from its holder. I paused for a second and looked down at the pink toothbrush placed next to mine, momentarily thinking about Logan and chuckled at the private joke. After I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face, I ran a comb through my messy hair, giving up halfway through. I glanced over myself once and convinced myself I looked decent enough to begin the day, so I headed out into the living room in hopes of finding Logan.

I surveyed the empty space and realized everyone must have left the apartment, but smelled something delicious that beckoned for me in the direction of the kitchen. I ghosted towards the warm aroma; a single cinnamon roll, with a gooey glaze running down the sides, rested on a plate with an accompanying note.

Saved you one, sleepyhead.

Love, Logan.

I smiled and folded the note. Logan must have made a batch this morning; he knew too well how much I like them, almost as much as him. Almost. And Carlos and James must have devoured the majority of them like usual. I wouldn't be surprised if Logan had to fight them off just to save this last one for me. I smiled even wider this time at the thought, and then took a big bite out of the still warm breakfast treat. The sticky sweetness of the cinnamon roll lingered on my tongue, so I rummaged through the fridge looking for some milk to chase the sweetness down. Even with my head buried in the fridge, I was still able to hear the door open and close, causing me to spin around in that direction. It was Logan. I gulped and couldn't help but stare at him in a blatantly obvious kind of way. He was dressed casually, looking like he was perfectly ready for a day at the beach in his striped blue tank and white board shorts. He still looked glorious even in the casual attire. Even though we had been together for quite some time now, I was still constantly in awe of Logan's perfection. It was as though I was seeing Logan for the first time every time. I stood there, looking like a speechless fool I'm sure, and traced every contour of Logan's face; the smoothness of his ivory skin, the roundness of his deep brown eyes, the slightly pulled smirk of his lips, and of course those adorable dimples that formed, signaling to me that Logan was just as happy to see me, which sent my heart fluttering. I stared at Logan for no more than five seconds, but it must have been long enough for him to feel slightly under scrutiny, because the smile slowly faded and was replaced with a puzzled look.

"Kendall, you alright?" Logan questioned.

"Yeah, of course." I replied, slightly muffled from the food hanging from my opened mouth. "Do we have any milk?"

"Yeah, it should be in there." Logan took a few strides and walked past me and began pushing away at the contents in the fridge. I couldn't help but steal a naughty glance at his ass. I smiled at the view. All the while I was admiring at him, Logan's scent lingered in the air. As strange as it sounds, I've always loved Logan's unique scent; it was an odd mixture of a pine and fresh snow. I suppose it reminded me of Minnesota. I always took comfort knowing Logan was like my reminder of home. And Logan had a refreshing scent compared to the pretentious and overrated smells of everyone else in Hollywood, from all the sun tanning lotions to cheaply manufactured bronzers. But I must have inhaled too deeply, because my eyelids felt heavy and I didn't even notice Logan was standing before me holding a carton of milk.

"You're positive you're okay?" Logan teased. I barely opened my eyelids. Instead, I instinctively pulled Logan in by the waist. A small gasp escaped Logan's mouth.

"Better now that you're here," I said in a low voice. I then lowered my head so it hovered over Logan's neck, and used my nose to trace the contours of his neck to the back of his ear. I took another deep inhale, and let out a soft moan. Damn, he smelled so good… The contact between us seemed to relax Logan as well. He raised one of his hands to my face, and then moved to caress my cheek with the back of his hand. His touches were always so gentle, so soft. I pulled Logan in a little closer as if by reflex. I gently buried my face into the nook of Logan's neck and planted a light kiss on the exposed flesh. I was surprised to notice his skin was still warm, but that he still retained that naturally intoxicating scent of his, even though he was most likely out in the sun for most of the morning.

"Mmm, you smell so good, Logie…"

"So do you..." Logan replied breathlessly.

"Yeah?" I whispered. I've always wondered how I smelt to Logan.

"Oh yeah..." I hummed, giving him another peck on the neck. I felt blood rush south, and if the firmness from behind Logan's shorts was any indication, then the same was happening to him. Logan must have worried that things were getting too hot and heavy, with us potentially having sex in the kitchen for anyone to walk in on, so he attempted to change the subject. Logan cleared his throat and asked, "Did you like the cinnamon roll I left for you?" It was his terrible attempt at trying to sound nonchalant and casual. I finally jerked my head up and met Logan's eyes. Surely, I wouldn't let him escape that easily.

"Yeah, I did. You want to taste?" And with that, I placed an opened-mouth kiss on him, slipping my tongue into his mouth. Logan was briefly stunned; obviously this was not what he had anticipated, but it seemed like he quickly relished in the moment. I'm sure Logan tasted the sweetness of what was probably the brown sugar. I, on the other hand, was feeling the softness of Logan's tongue brushing against mine. My kisses became almost ravenous; as if I was dying of hunger and needed to devour Logan. Nothing else was ever enough to satiate and sustain me than the taste of Logan. I could only hope he desired me just as much. Logan must have read my thoughts, because he began to gently nibble on my earlobe, forcing a deep groan out of me. That tease. All of a sudden, an animalistic side of me was unleashed and I pushed Logan against the fridge door. Logan let out an audible gasp, but not from pain but from a burning desire to ravage me just the same by the look in his eyes. My hands pinned Logan against the stainless steel fridge, and I resumed making out with him, this time even more urgently and hungrily. Logan then grabbed me by the waist and pulled me in, deliberately rubbing his crotch against mine, causing more moans to escape our mouths. He really was asking for it… I pulled away, just to frustrate him, and looked into his yearning eyes. He leaned forward and placed small tender kisses on my lips, setting a different and softer tone. I accepted. Logan was not the kind of person you just fucked; no, he was someone you made sweet love with. It didn't matter how Logan showed his affection; I gladly welcomed any way he was willing to deliver it. One thing for sure, he definitely could get me rock hard with a simple touch. We continued to kiss each other softly like that until-

"Ew gross, you two," a familiar voice yelled out.

"Katie! Be nice. Hi, boys. Sorry if we, ahem, interrupted."

Logan blushed and quickly apologized out loud to no one in particular. We didn't even hear that the door had opened during our passionate frenzy. I realized I had a huge erection, so I grabbed the closest potholder and conveniently placed it in front of my crotch. Logan looked down to see what I was doing, and then quickly caught on. He blushed a deeper shade of red, which he wore so adorably. I definitely saw a smirk on his face after looking at my bulge though.

"Katie, why don't you go into your room and finish your homework?" Our mom finally suggested.

"But I already finished my homework." Katie said matter of fact.

"Then go and clean your room!" She attempted again. Clearly she was trying to shield my sister from all the teen romance.

"Fine…" Katie groaned before giving up, realizing it was our mom's nice way of saying, you're too young to be exposed to all this.

"Hey, mom. Sorry if…" I began, but not too sure on how to finish the sentence. I knew my mom was completely accepting of my relationship with Logan; probably more so than most parents we knew. But I still felt a bit guilty at times when Logan and I would put our love on display, without taking into account the people around us, now that our relationship was public. I knew I had a certain responsibility as a big brother to Katie. I also didn't want to put my mom in a difficult position; like whether she should be overly lenient to my make out sessions with Logan or too strict and come across as unsupportive. It was a tricky thing, but my mom and I were both still learning. After all, neither one of us had been in this situation before.

"Oh, don't even worry about it, sweetie." She tried to say confidently.

"We'll try to do that more privately from now." I promised.

"I know you will, sweetie. And that's why I love you." And then she walked over to me, placed her hands on the sides of my face, got on her tip toes and kissed me on the forehead. I smiled at her and wondered how I deserved not only the perfect boyfriend, but also the most tolerant and supportive mother ever.

"Do you need any help putting away the groceries, Mrs. Knight?" Logan asked, finally noticing the big paper bags sitting in front of the apartment door.

"Oh, that's so sweet of you, Logan! Yeah, that would be great." Mom cooed. I looked down at my still rock hard erection.

"You two do that; I'll just be right back, okay?" I said, slipping out of the kitchen, but not before giving Logan a quick peck on the lips. Then I bolted out of the kitchen, passing the carefully placed potholder I had been holding to Logan. As I sprinted towards the bedroom, I heard Logan laugh lightly behind me. I slammed the door behind me, not even bothering to lock it and threw myself on my bed. As I hastily unzipped my pants, I looked over my shoulder at a framed photo of Logan and I placed on the nightstand. I grabbed my throbbing exposed member and began stroking impatiently and vigorously. I looked back at the framed photo again, and focused on Logan's mesmerizing smile, wishing he was there in that moment. I looked back down and figured doing it solo was good enough… For now.