New Year, Same Us
Happy holidays @jasonbehrs!
I was so thrilled to be matched with a fellow Kogan lover and to try my hand at some henderschmidt which I love but have never contributed to.
December 31st, 7:00 PM. Logan finds himself scraping dishes and loading the dishwasher with the gentle strums of an acoustic guitar playing idly through the apartment.
âYou know the best part of being in this relationship?â He asks, closing the dishwasher and starting it. âI get to both prepare the meal and do the dishes! Itâs almost like having my own place again, except with half the spaceâ
Kendall smiles and continues strumming. âYeah, but I do the shoppingâ
âAnd have I mentioned yet how much I love the organic, whole wheat, fair trade, $800 grocery bill, babe?â
âDonât worry sweetie, I know. And youâre welcomeâ
Logan makes his way to the couch and acquiesces to the kiss Kendall leans up for, before draping his arm over the musicianâs shoulders and pulling out his phone.
âAnd how could you forget the ambience I provide?â
âIncomparableâ
âIsnât it?â He strums a bit more before a shit grin blooms on his face âAnyway, hereâs âWonderwallââ he takes a big inhale and speeds up the strumming before âTODAY, IS GONNA BE THE-â Logan clamps his hand over Kendallâs mouth, probably harder than needed, and laughs at Kendallâs muffled curses as he squeezes his head against his chest. That is, until he feels that slimy tongue of his wriggling against his palm. With a shout of disgust he frees his laughing partner from his grasp and wipes his hand on his jeans.
âI canât believe that worked! You act like you havenât had my tongue on and in every part of youâ Kendall wheezes.
âYeah well, thatâs in the heat of the momentâ
âAww, do I not heat you up anymore, pookie?â Kendall asks, pouting out his lip dramatically.
âNah, Iâve been meaning to talk to you about that actually. Iâm leaving youâ
âFor Katelyn?â
âHowâd you know?â
Kendall resumes his place against Loganâs chest.
âSaw the twitter speculation. Itâs âcause she still has hair, isn't it?â
That bit feels a little too sincere on Kendall's part; a little too close to something Logan knows he genuinely feels at least some insecurity over; so he responds in kind.
âNah, never mindâ he says, kissing the fuzz on his loverâs scalp and rubbing it with his hand âI could never give up my lucky cue ballâ
Kendall sighs gently and resumes his strumming. Logan relaxes into the couch, continuing to absentmindedly massage Kendallâs head with one hand and scroll his phone with the other. Periodically he hums along with Kendall or sings quietly.
Evening slips into night as they while away the hours.
Kendallâs strings begin playing something that stirs Loganâs heart and he sets his phone down, presses his lips to the top of Kendallâs head as those oh so familiar chords begin, and keeps them there as Kendall begins.
âYoung, and full of running. Tell me where has that taken me? Just a greatâŚâ
âJust a greatâ Logan echoes, taking his traditional part in this duet of theirs
âFigure eight, or a tiny infinityâŚâ
He continues the song, holding Kendall and singing into his head, feeling sentimental in a way he doesnât often indulge in. Kendall kind of dominates the sappy emotionality domain of their relationship and someoneâs gotta keep it somewhat together or theyâd just end up a puddle of warm emotional goo.
Sometimes heâs not sure why he thinks that would be so bad.
âThere, I just said it. Iâm scared youâll forget about meâ they finish in practiced harmony. Logan sighs and rests his cheek against Kendallâs head, thinking about their tiny infinity. The years since they met. The way this song became theirs. The way he grew from scared, closeted 20-something to comfortable, who-cares-anymore 30-something. The man who wove in and out of his life throughout those years, until the fibers of their being were so enmeshed he wasnât sure how to even categorize what they meant to each other anymore.
âWhat time is it?â Kendall asks with a yawn and Logan checks his phone.
âLittle after 10:30â
âDamn, I donât think Iâm gonna make it to midnightâ he laughs and stretches, pressing into Loganâs side. A little painfully, honestly.
âWanna turn in?â Loganâs never cared that much about New Yearâs Eve. Ever since the first time he watched that light ball make its slow, slow, slooowww descent down its pole he felt it was something of a letdown. âItâs not like the ballâs gonna drop any different this year than any other yearâ
âWe gotta stay up, itâs traditionâ
âWe also gotta rest these old ass bones. Doctorâs orders, after allâ
âI donât think thatâs quite what she saidâ Kendall retorts with a rueful smile.
âIn so many wordsâ Logan sighs. Then playfully nudges Kendall with a smirk. âAnd donât forget, Iâm something of a doctor myselfâ
Kendall chuckles at that âOnly in the fanfics my dudeâ
âClose enough. Come on letâs get to bedâ Logan shifts on the couch and lifts Kendall into a sitting position. Kendall frowns.
âWhy the face?â
Kendall grumbles something as Logan stands up and stretches as well.
âHmm?â He asks, looking down at him.
âWe have to do our midnight kissâ Kendall says indignantly. âYou know? At midnight youâre supposed to be doing something that you wanna spend the rest of the year doingâ
âWhereâd you hear that? Iâm pretty sure people just kiss to celebrate randomlyâ
âTraditions arenât random dude, they do it for a reason. Thatâs how the magic worksâ
Logan smiles and cups Kendallâs face in his hands âOk then. At midnight, we can be sleeping warm in our bed, side by side, right? How about we spend the year doing that?â
Kendall smiles softly, misty-eyed, and while Logan is being genuine, itâs still nice to know exactly how to work Kendall.
âLead the wayâ he says, allowing Logan to pull him up from the couch.
Logan is asleep when midnight strikes and the new year begins, but he knows it will bring one thing for certain: Kendall Schmidt by his side.
A constant.
His tiny infinity.












