Between the Lines
I was watching BTR and, I realized, that James's hand is tan… Like, unnaturally so. Here's my part explanation/part story about how that came about.
Disclaimer: Nope.
Kendall POV
So he is currently in the bathroom. When is he not in the bathroom? Since I had to go to the front desk and get painkillers for Mom, I missed my chance to shower before James.
Most people would go, 'So what? At least you get to shower.' And while that may be true it also means I have to wait half the night just to get my turn. James could spend all day in the bathroom. In fact, if he were allowed, he would. Instead, he settles for spending a good portion of the night in there and everyone is willing to fight him so that they'll be able to sleep for more than four hours. So now can you see why I'm not so happy about being last?
The shower finally turns off and I sigh to myself. Only two more hours to go. James pats himself dry, you see. Apparently rubbing yourself down is bad for your skin. Same with being slightly damp. About half an hour goes by. I can tell he's done patting because the towel patting noises have ended. I figure now he's going to get dressed and put on some face moisturizer and then dry his hair. I was right I suppose, except after those activities he does something else… Apply self tanner. I know, right. Totally unnecessary.
I suppose right about now you'd be wondering how I know that he puts his tanning lotion on. The truth is, he has some trouble putting it on his back. He was afraid it looked uneven and was coming out of the bathroom to see if anyone was awake to help him with his major (minor) situation. I was the only one who had the misfortune (not really) of being awake. I, wanting to get some semblance of sleep tonight, graciously offered to help him. And it had nothing to do with the fact the he was wearing nothing but his boxers, was pouting, and is very muscular, really. It didn't.
So now I'm rubbing the lotion onto his back and he's making soft whimpering sounds and telling me that he never knew that having someone rub lotion into his back could feel so good. I take extra care to press just a little harder than necessary and the sounds increase, just a little, in volume. He's leaning against the counter facing the mirror. His hands are gripping the edges of it (white knuckled) and his eyelashes (dark) are fluttering on his (flushed) cheeks (adorable).
And I'd like to say that when I spun him around it had nothing to do with that. I'd like to say it was because I had finished and was going to toss him out. Though… if I said that… it would be the biggest lie I've ever told. I'd also like to say that when I pressed my lips to his (parted), I only did it because he looked like a girl right then. The truth is, I like his (slightly) masculine beauty. And I especially liked it when he pressed me against the wall with every intention of deepening the kiss; my hands gripped the (hard) biceps of his arms.
And, suddenly, he was the aggressor and I couldn't have loved it more.
I'd like to say that I am not completely and helplessly in love with him.
Short I know. I wanted to try my hand at this style of writing and I do love this couple and I have another idea for them. Anyone have feedback?