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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Big_Time_Rush
  Relationship:
      Carlos_Garcia/Logan_Mitchell
  Character:
      Carlos_Garcia, Logan_Mitchell
  Additional Tags:
      Dirty_Talk, erotic_asphyxiation, Barebacking
  Stats:
      Published: 2010-12-23 Words: 2515
****** Smother Me ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Carlos has a sore neck and Logan offers to help with it. Things take
     a turn neither of them expected.
Carlos was exhausted. They had spent almost 10 hours going over the same dance
routine with Mr. X and every muscle in his body hurt. He had absolutely no
energy left when he trudged through his bedroom door. With his sweat soaked
clothes still sticking to his body, he dropped down onto his bed, his eyes
falling shut and sleep consuming him immediately.
He wakes hours later, lifting his head and wincing at the discomfort. The red
numbers on the digital clock on his bedside table read 4:30 AM, much too early
for him to be awake. He tries closing his eyes, hoping to resume sleeping, but
after lying there for what seems like forever, he's wide awake and alert. With
a muted groan, he stumbles out of bed and makes his way into the bathroom,
flipping on the light and shutting the door. He strips out of his soiled
clothes, leaving them in a heap on the floor. He turns on the shower, letting
it heat up before stepping in, sighing contentedly as the warm water beats
against his sore muscles.
After standing under the stream of water for longer than it usually took him to
shower, Carlos quickly washes his hair and body, scrubbing the dried sweat from
his body. He shuts off the water and steps out, rolling his neck and stifling a
groan at the twinge of pain springing from the action. He grabs the towel from
where it's hanging, drying his body before wrapping it around his waist,
turning off the light and padding back into his bedroom.
Kendall is sleeping soundly, his limbs sprawled across his bed. Carlos tip-toes
through the room, quietly opening his dresser and pulling out a clean pair of
boxers and pajama pants. He lets the towel fall to the floor and dresses
quickly before bending down and picking up the discarded towel and tossing it
to his bed. He makes his way to the door, holding his breath as he opens it. He
looks back, making sure Kendall is still asleep before he slips out of the room
and closes the door behind him, letting out the breath he was holding.
Carlos walks down the hall and moves into the kitchen, opening the refrigerator
and pulling out a cold bottle of water. He twists off the top and gulps down
half the bottle, delighted in the way the cold water feels going down his
throat. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand before putting the cover
back on and setting it on the counter.
He walks into the living room, nearly jumping and screaming when his eyes
landed on Logan who's sitting in the dark, staring at the blank TV. He curses
under his breath, his hand going to his neck and rubbing the sore muscles.
Logan turns on the lamp, looking over at Carlos and seeing the pained
expression on his face. "You okay?" he asks quietly, his voice laced with
concern.
"Apart from you scaring me half to death?" Carlos jokes, his hand falling from
his neck.
"Sorry about that," Logan apologizes sheepishly, a small smile gracing his
lips.
"I'm fine, though. My neck just hurts a little. Must've slept on it wrong or
something," Carlos explains, bending his head to the side and wincing again at
the pain.
"Here, come sit on the floor in front of me," Logan says, dropping a sofa
pillow to the floor.
Carlos arches his eyebrow at the request, but moves and drops to the pillow on
the floor in front of Logan nonetheless.
Logan's hands immediately move to Carlos's neck, his thumbs rubbing in soft
circles. He presses his thumbs firmly into the skin, kneading the muscles to
alleviate the soreness.
Carlos's head drops forward, small contented sighs escaping his lips. When he
feels the pressure from Logan pressing his thumbs against his neck, his mouth
falls open and a deep moan escapes. He feels his cheeks redden and quickly
closes his mouth, slightly embarrassed at the sound he made.
"S'good, huh?" Logan chuckles, letting up slightly and allowing his fingers to
spread along the sides of Carlos's neck. He unfolds his legs from where they
were crossed beneath him and let them land on the floor on either side of
Carlos.
Logan continued lightly massaging Carlos's neck, his thumbs resting comfortably
at the nape of Carlos's neck. He applies a slight pressure with his fingertips,
pressing them firmly to Carlos's throat. Carlos visibly tenses in response.
Logan quickly removes the pressure, switching to trail his fingers feather-
light along Carlos's jugular. Carlos is still tense, the line of his back
straight as a board.
Logan removes his hands with a sigh, lightly tapping Carlos's back to let him
know he's finished. Carlos quickly rises to his feet and scurries into the
kitchen, his back to Logan the whole way. He grabs the bottle of water from the
counter and downs the remainder, his breathing harsh and erratic. He's so
turned on, his dick pressing uncomfortably against the confines of his boxers
and pajama pants. He was fine with Logan massaging his neck, enjoyed it right
up until Logan started pressing against his throat, causing his air supply to
be slightly diminished. At that point, he started enjoying it a little too
much, and he couldn't let Logan see him like that, wouldn't ever allow it.
Logan would end up over-analyzing the situation and start pestering him in his
quest to get answers and Carlos would inevitably cave, spilling his secret and
that's something he just isn't ready for, something he's not quite sure he'll
ever be ready for.
Carlos is so wrapped up in his thoughts he doesn't notice Logan joining him in
the kitchen until Logan is pressed against his side, looking up at him
quizzically. Carlos picks at the label on the bottle of water, unraveling it
and tearing it to pieces.
"Y'know," Logan starts, garnering Carlos's attention. "It's said that people
who tear the labels off bottles of water are sexually frustrated."
Carlos feels his face heat up as he tries to think of something to say in
response.
"Dude, I'm just messing around with you," Logan says when he takes in the
expression on Carlos's face.
"O-oh. Y-yeah. I totally knew that." Carlos wishes the floor would just open up
and swallow him whole. His response was far from smooth, a nervous stutter
impeding his speech.
"Oh," Logan whispers, realization setting in. It makes his stomach churn
nervously, makes his mouth go dry, makes his heart start racing. If he were to
say he never thought about Carlos like that, he'd be lying. He swallows
nervously, steeling his nerves as he pushes away from the counter.
Carlos can't think, can't speak. Logan knows. His nerves are shot and he feels
as though he's about to throw up. When Logan steps away from the counter,
Carlos is sure he's about to flee to his room. What he doesn't expect is Logan
stepping behind him, fitting their bodies together. He shivers as he feels
Logan's warm breath ghosting across his neck.
Logan's hands are sliding up Carlos's sides, over his shoulder blades, stopping
with his fingertips hovering over Carlos's neck. He feels the sharp intake of
breath from Carlos as he walks his fingers to Carlos's throat, his thumbs
rubbing lightly against the back of his neck as the pads of his fingers brush
along his adam's apple.
"L-logan, what are you doing?" Carlos gasps out, his eyes slipping shut.
"This." Logan carefully squeezes Carlos's neck, the space between his thumb and
forefinger pressing against the carotid arteries on either side of Carlos's
neck. He releases the pressure after a few moments, allowing Carlos to regain
his breath.
Carlos presses his ass back against Logan, a soft moan spilling from both their
mouths.
"Logan, we can't. Not here," Carlos speaks, surprised that there's still a
rational thought left in his mind.
Logan agrees and removes his hands from Carlos's neck, grabbing him by the
wrist and pulling him into the bathroom. He flips on the light, closing and
locking the door behind them. He pushes Carlos against the door, fitting their
bodies together. His hands immediately go to Carlos's hips as he crushes their
lips together. It's clumsy at first, their teeth crashing together, but then
it's good, so good, their lips moving together perfectly and their tongues
slide against each other.
Logan nips at Carlos's bottom lip before pulling away, removing his hands from
Carlos's hips. He pulls his shirt over his head and throws it to the floor,
returning his hands to Carlos's hips and sliding to his knees. He slips his
hands into the waistband of Carlos's boxers and pajama pants, tugging them down
his legs and letting them pool around Carlos's ankles.
Carlos steps out of the clothing and kicks them to the side, his head thunking
against the door as Logan wraps a hand around the base of his dick, grip firm
as he strokes from base to tip. Logan laps at the head of Carlos's dick, the
taste of his precum exploding in his mouth. He wraps his lips around Carlos's
erection, taking in as much as he can before hollowing his cheeks and pulling
back, leaving the tip between his lips. He works his fist up and down the
length of Carlos's shaft as he sucks at the head, tongue swirling around the
crown.
Logan pulls off with an obscene pop, his grip falling away as he rises to his
feet. He roughly seals their lips together, tongue insistent as he licks into
Carlos's mouth mapping out every crevice. He breaks away, fingers moving to
circle Carlos's wrist. He pulls Carlos from the door and pushes him back
against the counter. Carlos places his hands on the cool surface and lifts
himself up, eyes wide and bottom lip caught between his teeth as he watches
Logan remove his boxers and shorts.
There's so much Carlos wants to say, but he bites his tongue, afraid that if he
speaks Logan will suddenly disappear.
Logan steps between Carlos's spread legs, reaching over and grabbing the bottle
of lotion off the shelf. He flips open the cap and pours a small amount into
the palm of his left hand, flipping it closed and setting it aside. He spreads
the lotion over the middle and ring finger of his right hand, wiping the
remainder off on his thigh.
"Slide forward," he instructs Carlos.
Carlos nods, hands gripping the edge of the counter as he leans back against
the mirror and slides forward. Logan wraps one of Carlos's legs around his
waist as he trails his fingers up the inside of Carlos's thigh, his touch
feather-light as he skims over Carlos's balls down to his entrance. He circles
the rim before pressing his middle finger in, Carlos gasping as the slick digit
slides in.
It isn't long before Carlos is thrusting against the invading digit, silently
begging for more. Logan slides in another finger, feeling Carlos tense around
him in response. He rubs Carlos's hip soothingly with his free hand as he waits
for him to relax. When he feels the grip around his digits loosen, he starts
thrusting them slowly, crooking and pressing them against Carlos's prostate.
"Oh fuck, right there. Do that again," Carlos whines, his voice low and laced
with arousal.
Logan shakes his head and withdraws his fingers earning a groan of disapproval.
He grabs the lotion and flips open the cover, squirting more into the palm of
his hand. He closes the cover and reaches over, placing it back onto the shelf.
He wraps his hand around his cock and coats it with the slick substance.
With a hand on Carlos's hip, he guides himself to Carlos's opening and slowly
presses the tip of his erection in. Carlos pulls him in by wrapping his other
leg around Logan's waist and rolling his hips. Logan sinks in quickly and
Carlos's eyes roll back at the sensation of being stretched.
"Logan, move, please," Carlos begs, his voice strained.
Logan pulls his hips back and thrusts forward, a soft moan falling from his
lips at the tight heat surrounding him.
"Harder, Logan," Carlos whines.
Logan obliges, sliding all the way out and sinking back in with a rough snap of
his hips. He builds up a steady rhythm, hips moving fast and hard. He slides
his hand up Carlos's stomach and chest, right up to his neck. Carlos's breath
quickens in response, his eyes wide as Logan wraps his hand around his throat.
Logan squeezes lightly and Carlos's hips stutter as his vision goes soft around
the edges. His blood is rushing in his ears and everything feels hazy. Logan
releases his grip and everything returns to normal.
Carlos is breathing heavily, his cock leaking where it rests against his
stomach. Logan's hips are moving erratically, a thin sheen of sweat covering
his body.
"Wish you could see yourself. You're so fucking hot like this, Carlos," Logan
pants, thrusts sloppy. "God, you're such a whore for this, aren't you?" he asks
as he retightens his grip on Carlos's throat.
Carlos nods, mouth falling open as Logan squeezes tighter. He's rolling his
hips against Logan, Logan's cock hitting his prostate with every rough snap of
his hips. Everything is dim and dulled and the second he registers Logan's hand
around his cock, he comes hard across his stomach, his head lolling back
against the mirror.
Logan releases his grip and moves his hand from Carlos's neck to his hip,
holding firmly as he thrusts sloppily. With Carlos clenching around him, he
barely manages a handful of choppy thrusts before he's coming, teeth digging
into his bottom lip to prevent the loud moans threatening to spill from his
mouth. He pulls out and collapses against Carlos whose arms immediately wrap
around him.
"I don't—was that okay?" Logan asks, nerves making themselves present.
"Way better than okay, Logie. It was perfect."
"Is it stupid or cheesy or wrong if I tell you I've been in love with you for
ages?" Logan questions, voice barely above a whisper.
"I—really?" Carlos can't believe what he's hearing, can't believe Logan
actually feels the same way.
"Yeah, really."
"I love you, too," Carlos says softly, voice laced with emotion.
Logan lifts his head and brushes their lips together, the kiss unhurried and
full of so much meaning. He breaks the kiss and rests his forehead against
Carlos's, not wanting to end the moment.
"Hey, why were you sitting in the living room in the dark?" Carlos asks
curiously.
"Couldn't sleep," Logan replies with a sigh. "Come on, we should get cleaned
up."
Logan pulls away and takes a step back, lacing his fingers with Carlos's and
pulling him to the shower as he starts the water.
It's funny how things work out sometimes, how a simple massage had the ability
to take a friendship to another level, a better level, one with endless
possibilities they can't wait to pursue together.
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