So I’ve been seeing a lot about Logan’s ability to reach high notes on my dash lately and uh…shamefully, this is my take on the subject.
Kendall Knight had that feeling. The feeling he got when he knew a song was going to be a hit. He knew the way their harmonies complimented each other, and the way the lyrics gave even him butterflies, would make this one of their best singles to date. There was only one problem.
“And you could fall into my arms…” Logan tried again, his high part challenging him more than his earlier harmonies, and after the fourth word the pitch dove, frustrating all of them, but most of all Logan, who could simply not make his voice do what he wanted it to.
Kendall put a hand on his shoulder to comfort him, but he shrugged it off, instead turning to Gustavo on the other side of the pane of glass, “Can I try it one more time?”
“Okay big dog, I’m going to need you to try for chihuahua, capiche?” he more or less yelled at them, and the other three stood back to give Logan space, hoping he could hit the note.
Gustavo played back what they had already recorded, and as Logan reached his line, he took a deep breath and belted out the first few words, before yelping on the last. He jerked around to glare at James, who looked suspiciously innocent, and punched him in the gut.
Carlos stepped in quickly, smiling, because he’d witnessed the way James pinched Logan’s ass in an effort to exceed his octave. Though he’d been successful, the tone had been less than perfect.
Frustrated, Logan glared at the glass, and Kelly stepped in quickly before conditions erupted, whispering a few words in the ear of her boss, who ordered the three members who’d completed their vocals to leave the booth. Logan smiled a little, knowing that his friends were being chastised for their immaturity, before regaining his focus on the song.
There were a few more takes, and he was closer and closer every time. Gustavo suggested the use of computers to enhance his voice, but Logan shook his head, knowing that somewhere inside him that note was waiting to be found.
“Am I gonna have to get you a dress so you can fool your voice?” Gustavo prompted, only half joking.
Logan didn’t look nearly as amused, and answered, “I’m not a girl. I’m trying, okay?”
Two sets of eyes went to Kendall, who had the decency to look embarrassed as his friends showed their take on just who was who in the relationship. Though he didn’t confirm their suspicions, the chuckle that he let escape after a moment probably gave it away.
After hearing snickering behind him, Gustavo threw them out in the hall, and as they waited in the lounge, James and Carlos whispered to each other, putting their friend off until he managed to insert himself awkwardly.
His “So guys…” elicited a glance, before they turned to each other and nodded. They got up, each taking one side of the blond conspiratorially, before letting him in on their conversation.
“So, Logan’s having a really hard time getting that note…” James started, smiling suspiciously as he stared at Kendall, who was beyond concern at this point.
Carlos continued where James had left off, “And this is a really important single for us. We need it to be perfect.”
There was a pause, that Kendall decided was his to fill, though he didn’t know how, “He’s trying guys. I don’t know what you want me to do about it…”
As he finished his sentence, they sidled in closer on both sides, and he became nervous as Carlos started, “Well, see, here’s the thing. There’s only one place we’ve heard Logan reach that octave we need…”
Kendall looked toward the studio, but both men were still looking at him, and he caught up quickly, “Oh. Um…”
“Too many connected hotel rooms,” James explained, before continuing. “So all we need is for you to work whatever magic it is you do, and get him to find that note.”
The blond blushed, unable to comprehend just what his friends were asking him. So far, they’d been pretty good about his and Logan’s relationship, but this was crossing a line. Still, he had to admit they had a point. He would go so far as to think that Logan would agree to their meddling, if it would only help him reach that note.
They continued to stare at him, waiting for some sort of confirmation that their request would be met, and he rolled his eyes before telling them, “I’ll give it a shot. But who knows, maybe he really can’t hit that note.”
“Oh he can,” James said, signaling to Carlos with a twitch of his hazel eyes that they were done. They got up to leave, and he threw over his shoulder, “Come to think of it, try whatever you did on his birthday. He sang like a canary.”
Kendall cringed, aware that they were loud, but somehow he’d thought they were more controlled than that. Frankly, he was amazed that their friends had stood it so long. He brainstormed ways to meet their request as Logan continued to attempt his part in the booth.
After nearly a half hour of failed attempts, Gustavo and Kelly emerged from the studio, defeated and ready to pack it in for the day. They said goodbye to Kendall before he made his way into the studio, where Logan was pacing, frustrated that he couldn’t complete his task.
Kendall thought for a moment, with Logan too distracted to notice him just yet, and he locked the door to the studio, putting a chair up against it for good measure. He then skimmed his fingers over the controls, quickly finding what he was looking for, and he pressed the record button, not wanting to take any chances.
He knocked on the glass to show Logan he wasn’t alone, and the other man looked up, grimacing with frustration. Kendall pushed the button on the controls that controlled the sound in the booth, and asked if he could join Logan, who nodded quickly. Kendall checked that the red light over the door was lit, before entering the small booth.
“I’m sorry,” Logan said before Kendall could even open his mouth, and Kendall shut him up with his lips, eliciting a yelp from his surprised partner. He quickly caught on, working his frustration into the kiss and very nearly taking control over the larger man, pushing him against the wall, shirt tangled in his hands, before he came to his senses.
He took a step back to calm down, though his body yearned for Kendall’s touch, and he tried to continue what he’d been thinking of when his boyfriend had entered the booth. His thoughts were hazy at best, but he recalled why they were there, “I’m just frustrated. I know I can hit that note, I just can’t find it. I mean, for once Gustavo didn’t chew me out, but we all know I can hit it. I guess I’m just not trying hard enough.”
Kendall took a step forward, closing the space between them, smirking mischievously, “I’m not here to talk about work. I’m here to distract you.”
Logan smiled back, quickly scanning the room to be sure that Kendall had locked the doors so they wouldn’t be interrupted, before wrapping his arms around the taller man’s waist and pulling him forward, lips meeting in the middle to pick up where they’d left off.
Pinning the smaller man to the wall, Kendall began working his hands up Logan’s shirt, until the brunet groaned and removed it himself, before helping his boyfriend do the same. As soon as the shirt cleared Kendall’s neck, his partner dove to attend to his long neck, nipping and biting as his nimble fingers worked at the fly of the larger man’s rather tight jeans, which were already exposing his excitement at this spontaneous session.
Somewhere in the fog, Kendall remembered the words of their friends, and took over again, removing Logan’s hands from his belt, which now hung loosely on his hips, and raising them over his head to hold them against the padded wall. Diving in, he found the pulse point on his boyfriend’s neck where he knew he was most sensitive, eliciting a moan from the smaller man’s lips.
Slipping his fingers into the loops of his jeans, he pulled them down, not wasting time with the confining zipper. Logan gasped as the cold air in the studio hit his most sensitive area, but it was soon replaced with the warmth of Kendall’s hand as he worked at the length, still leaving love bites along Logan’s collar bone.
Logan mewled a little, a sound that came from deep in his abdomen, and Kendall smirked knowingly. This would only work if it was impossible for the smaller man to hold back, and by the sound of it he wasn’t.
Now that they were both completely hard, Kendall forced his partner to turn around, and Logan didn’t argue as he was slammed against the wall, spreading his legs instinctively. Kendall smiled, knowing that he shouldn’t be getting so much enjoyment from manipulating his boyfriend, but enjoying it nonetheless.
Finding Logan’s shoulder blade, he bit down, causing his boyfriend to elicit a high-pitched squeal, but one that still didn’t reach the note they were searching for. There was no lubricant nearby, so he made do, reaching around and forcing Logan to suck on his fingers, an action usually reserved for his birthday, but the brunet was in no place to argue, and did as he was ordered.
“Fuck Logie, that’s hot,” he voiced, and the smaller man turned enough to catch his eyes as he let his tongue wrap around his knuckles, causing his dick to twitch. Though he’d been in control up until this point, Kendall was slowly losing it, and removed his fingers quickly before inserting them slowly into the tight crevice, as the breath left Logan’s lungs, a shudder running through his body.
Moving slowly, scissoring his long fingers, Kendall knew that Logan was almost ready, and began whispering dirty phrases into his boyfriend’s ear. He noticed that only one of Logan’s hands was against the wall, the other stroking himself manically in an effort to get off, but he knew it was too soon. Reaching down, he forced the misbehaving hand against the wall, before pressing his body against Logan’s, leaving no space between them and the padding of the studio walls.
“I am going to own you,” he whispered, his voice husky against Logan’s ear as the brunet whimpered, so turned on by Kendall’s words and his dominating urges.
Removing his fingers, he only pulled away long enough to remove his jeans, which were so tight against his erection that it was painful, and he stroked himself quickly before lining up with Logan’s ass, holding his hips in his hands before penetrating him, a high-pitched moan coming out of his lips on the first stroke.
Adjusting his position, Kendall began to go at it harder, filling Logan entirely as the smaller boy made no effort to control the sounds he was making. His boyfriend tried different angles, realizing quickly that the sounds cracked an octave when he stumbled onto Logan’s prostate, and he carefully found it again to hit in consistently, harder and harder as the pitch went higher.
Compartmentalizing his lust, Kendall remembered the note he had to hit, and realized that he was within reach of it. Slamming the smaller body into the wall with every thrust, he remembered Logan’s reaction to his lips on his shoulder blades and bit down again, and the sound Logan made was vaguely familiar.
“Fuck, there it is,” he said, continuing to pound as Logan groaned with every thrust. “That’s the fucking note. I knew you had it in you.”
“The note?” Logan asked, his voice cracking. “At the moment I can only focus on one thing inside me Kendall.”
He chuckled, slowing his speed but not his force, as Logan began to notice the pitch he was hitting, “Fuck, I should have known you weren’t as innocent as you looked.”
“You think?” he answered, biting his shoulder again. Logan’s response was a trail of dirty words that came out so high he could have been mistaken for one of the label’s female artists by anyone outside. God, he hoped nobody was outside.
“Manipulative son of a bitch,” Logan cursed, but he couldn’t help himself, adding, “Oh fuck, I don’t even care. I’m so close.”
For a moment Kendall thought he meant in relation to the note, before Logan turned quickly, just enough so he didn’t blow his load directly into the wall. Instead, it landed on the carpet, where he had the forethought to know a stain would be less noticeable.
Kendall continued for a moment more as Logan’s ass contracted around him, and he had just enough control to ask Logan, who was starting to come down from his own orgasm, “I’m not going to last much longer. Sing the line.”
“Okay,” he answered, and Kendall stroke and bit down at the same time, cumming as Logan hit the line perfectly, his boyfriend’s cries muffled into the skin of his shoulder. Panting, Kendall slumped against his boyfriend’s bruised shoulder, lost in the sheer exertion of forcing the note. Logan too, was out of breath, but thought to pull himself off of Kendall.
Pulling their pants back on, Kendall led them back into the control room, where he finally stopped the track from recording. Logan blushed as he realized just how much forethought their supposed tryst had actually taken, and uncomfortably sat at the control board.
Kendall pulled up a chair next to him, as they began to cut the track together, pulling the line from the last moments of the tape and joining it to the track they’d recorded earlier in the day. As promised, the note had finished the song, and Kendall dragged his boyfriend to him for a congratulatory kiss. Using their closeness, he reached into the pocket of Logan’s jeans, where he knew the overachiever kept a flash drive, and saved the original track to it before deleting it from the computer’s memory.
Smirking at the disapproving look on Logan’s face, Kendall teased him, “You’re the best thing I’ve ever done in that studio Logie.”
The next day, Kendall and Logan explained to Gustavo how they had stayed after for a few hours, finally finding the note after trying just about everything. Once again, Kendall became entranced by his sneakers as two sets of eyes fell on him, Carlos going so far as to smack him on the back.
Logan looked at them, confused, but before he could ask Kendall to explain, there was a set of soft lips caressing his own, and he forgot it had ever crossed his mind, instead thinking of what had occurred only a few feet away.
“So since we finished the track, I was hoping we could leave early?” Logan asked, his eyes never leaving Kendall’s as he fought the urge to take him again right here, in front of everyone.
Gustavo looked at his assistant for confirmation, and Kelly nodded. He began to list instructions for the next day, but by the time he looked up, only Carlos and James were left.
“Where’d they go?” he asked quickly, and Carlos nudged James, who snicked before answering their boss.
“I think it was something about practicing their vocals,” he said, smirking at the confused look on Gustavo’s face, before adding, “I don’t think they’ll be back any time soon.”