Unexpected
This is not a sequel to Between the Lines. Actually, it has nothing to do with that story… I wanted to clarify that. However, there is a sequel in the making so… you may want to be on the lookout for that. I don't own Big Time Rush. Seriously, I don't.
Warning- Shounen ai, James
Kendall POV
When I woke up early-ish Friday morning, the first thing to come to my attention was the fact that my alarm clock was blasting beeping noises. It was annoying, but I was too warm to turn it off, which brings me to my second realization. My bed was warmer than usual, much, much warmer. That happens to lead to the third realization; I wasn't the only one occupying my bed. For a second, I panicked; what would James think? Then the very warm/soft/firm person in my arms stirred and I noticed that the bundle smelled suspiciously like James… In fact, it was James. I relaxed. He'd probably had a nightmare and had snuck into my bed for comfort or something. My heart thudded (painfully) at the (imagined) reason. I pulled him closer and tried to convince myself (unsuccessfully) that it was because I was slightly chilled. It had nothing to do with the fact that his scent is (very) addictive, or that he was (undeniably) adorable, or that he was naked. Wait… Naked? I shifted (not so) uneasily. The motion ground our (similarly bare) hips together and he sighed softly. His (pink) lips parted into a round (moist) 'o' and the worst (best) part was that his (strong) arms were slowly (torturously) sliding up my body to tangle in the hair on the back of my head. I tried to stifle my groan in his hair.
His head tilted upwards and I wanted (desperately) to press my lips to his. His eyelashes (thick) fluttered (my breath got caught in my throat) and then opened; the picture of innocence. When his vision cleared he smiled, no, beamed at me. My cheeks burned and his smile became smug and playful (because of me?). It was than that my mind decided to tell (remind) me that he looked much more masculine (but just as beautiful) without his eyeliner. I told his this and he chuckled, shoo ting fire (red and hot) through my veins. He then informed me that was going to kiss me … and proceeded to do so. His kiss was slow and soft and warm (scorching), and it left me aching for more. When he finally pulled back for air, I could hardly get enough blood to brain (it was too busy going to other places) to make my hands pull him closer, but not close enough. I opened my eyes to look at him only to find him already staring at me, eyes clouded (with what?). Unable to deny the urge to kiss him, I pressed my lips to his. Our lips slid across each other's, a slow graceful dance. It was like molten lava, the fiery passion sweeping through our bodies like a wildfire.
When it was over we were both sated and tired. The alarm clock had stopped some time ago and we were snuggled under the blankets, contented. My arms wrapped around his body felt perfect, as though they belonged there. His head fit perfectly into the crook of my neck and his breathing was slow an even, lulling me into the darkness of sleep. I was almost asleep (or was I sleeping?) when I heard him mutter something into the hollow of my throat. I answered (un) consciously, automatically.
"I love you Kendall."
"I love you, too, James."
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Good? Bad? Okay? Could've been better? Anyone? I know it's short… I need to work on that. I should probably find a beta too… Also, if I spelled James's name wrong at all will someone tell me? My boyfriend's name is Jaymz pronounced the same spelled different.