"Hey, Kenny." James smiled, walking into their shared room, watching his friend shove his wallet into his pocket.

"Oh, hi." The blond said, fixing his jacket.

"Where are you going?" he asked, watching as Kendall slipped on his shoes.

"Out." Was Kendall's simple answer.

"Can I go?" The brunette asked, smiling at the other boy.

"No." he answered too quickly.

"Oh. Well, okay. I'll see you when you get back." James nodded.

"Maybe… I-I mean, I might be back late." The blond shrugged, trying to look nonchalant.

The brunette raised an eyebrow, then smirked, "Oh really?"

Kendall nodded, starting to head for the door. He heard his friend rifling through his dresser, then his voice call his name. He turned, seeing James toss a foil packet to him.

"Be safe." James looked at him smugly, causing the blond to blush.

"Y-Yeah, thanks." he said, shoving the condom in his jeans pocket before quickly leaving the apartment. James was a bit disappointed that Kendall didn't want him to go, but if he was going to be fucking some girl, he wanted him to be safe.

Kendall got out of the cab, lip pulled between his teeth as he walked up to the club. He pulled his fake ID out of his pocket and showed the bouncer, who looked him up and down with a smirk before letting him in. The music pounded with heavy bass, lights flying around the room, a sea of bodies grinding and rubbing obscenely on the dance floor. He swallowed a bit hard, wondering if this was a good idea after all.

"Hey, cutie. You look like you could use a drink." A male bartender smiled at him, already getting him something.

The teenager nodded, seating himself on a stool. The man didn't card him, only smiled sympathetically and sat a drink in front of him. "First time?"

"Is it that obvious?" Kendall asked, taking a sip.

The bartender nodded, chuckling a bit, "Relax. Go dance, you'll feel better… Believe me."

The blond took the advice and hastily drank down the rest of the alcohol, making the bartender's eyes widen a bit and lick his lips. The teenager got up and made his way out to the dance floor, a few men grabbing him, wanting to dance with "the new meat" as they called him. Kendall settled on a taller guy, firm build with dark hair; he kind of looked like James.

That was exactly why he was here; because of James. He knew he was gay, but he wasn't comfortable with it yet. Maybe this, being around people like him; people who wanted and knew what to do with him, would make him comfortable… Then maybe he could tell James about his feelings.

He felt hands grip his hips, a body line up behind his, rocking them to the music. The guy was right in his ear, breathing and whispering. Kendall didn't listen, only rocked with him, trying to make himself comfortable with the thought that this guy liked him, wanted him. The guy's hands moved a bit more south, and the blond thought he was just readjusting his hands, but when hips pressed against his ass, feeling the older guy's erection against him, his eyes widened.

"Hey, woah." Kendall jumped when the man grabbed his crotch, pushing the hands away and turning to face him.

"What? Don't you wanna have a good time?" he asked, quirking a brow.

"N-Not like that. No." The teenager moved away from him, working his way back to the bar, thoroughly freaking out.

"You okay, cutie?" The bartender asked.

"No," he said, taking a few bills out of his wallet, setting them on the counter, "I need another drink."

The bartender took the bills and counted them, "You know this is enough to get you really drunk, right?"

"Yes."

Over the next few hours, Kendall got more drunk with every passing minute. He even went back out onto the dance floor and found the man who looked like James, then proceeded to shamelessly grind up against him to the beat of the music until they both came in their pants. The bartender shook his head when Kendall staggered back over and asked for another drink. He cut him off and sent him out to a cab which took the very drunken teen back to the Palmwoods.

Kendall somehow got back up to the apartment at about one in the morning, fumbling with his keys to try to get in. James had waited up for his friend, wondering if he was okay every time he looked at the clock. He heard the blond outside and went over to the door, opening it.

"Kendall?" The pretty boy said, looking at the other boy slumped against the wall, letting out little drunken giggles as he looked through his keys, "What happened to you?"

The blond looked up, smiling at his crush, "Jamie! Hey, I'm so happy to see you." he walked in, draping an arm over the taller's shoulders, stumbling in.

He reeked of alcohol, and looked terribly sweaty; hair matted to his forehead, cheeks a bit red, stumbling over himself and making small noises every time he took a step. James held him up, bringing him hastily into their bedroom, not wanting to wake anyone else up.

"Woah. Eager, are we?" Kendall chuckled as the brunette closed their bedroom door.

"What? Dude, what happened to you? Where did you go?" he asked, trying to get him to move.

"I wented to a bar. And it was fun." The blond smiled, falling down on the bed when James didn't hold him up anymore.

"So you got yourself drunk to have fun?" The taller boy asked, looking down at his friend.

"Mhmm. I had lots of fun, Jamie…" Kendall chuckled again, rocking his hips, "I came in my pants."

"You… You what?" James' eyes widened, the blond undoing his jeans, showing the stain in his boxers.

Kendall grabbed James' arm, pulling him down to eye level, "I imagined it was you. Because I'm in love with you."

The pretty boy stood frozen, taking in the information, wondering if it was all true or just some drunken ramblings. He watched as Kendall fumbled around in his pocket, pulling out the condom James gave to him.

"I want you to use this on me. Fuck me, James. I want you so bad, I'm hard again." he said, pushing the foil packet into James hand, giving him a sloppy kiss to his bottom lip before falling back onto the bed.

"K-Kendall…" The brunette started.

"James, fuck m—" Kendall started to yell, but was cut off, James' lips on his own, leaning over him, leg between his on the bed for support.

The blond groaned, reaching up to hold the other's face. James pressed his palm to the drunken boy's underwear covered erection, hand squeezing, feeling the obscene wetness of his thin boxers over his throbbing cock. Kendall rocked his hips into the warm hand, groaning as he opened his mouth for James' invading tongue.

"Kendall, let's get you cleaned up." The brunette hummed in the other's ear, wanting to sober him up a bit before they went too far.

"A-Anything, Jamie." he stuttered out, feeling lips on his jaw one more time before they were gone, along with the magic hand.

James pulled him up, supporting him while they walked into the bathroom. He gently stripped his friend of his clothes, Kendall trying to sneak in kisses and grind up against his hip. The brunette knelt down, peeling off the soiled boxers, the blond leaning against the sink and letting out soft noises as his cock was released. James tried not to look, but couldn't help but imagine what he'd taste like. He looked up at Kendall, seeing him gripping the sink with white knuckles, trying not to touch himself.

The pretty boy stood, brushing his lips against Kendall's, "Get in the shower."

Kendall nodded, climbing in the shower with James' help, closing the curtain, turning the water on, not bothering to move out of the way before the water heated up. The brunette stood in his spot, palming himself through his sweatpants to relieve some pressure. He heard a small thump against the shower wall, the other boy's side silhouette visible through the curtain, his head against the wall, hand moving on his dick.

"Jaaames," Kendall peeked out of the curtain, "Come here."

He sighed, walking over, peeking in the curtain, "Kendall."

The blond smiled weakly, then quickly reached out, pulling James into the shower, water soaking the pretty boy's clothes.

"Kendall!" The taller boy said, a bit angry at the drunk boy. Kendall dropped to his knees, pulling James' soaked sweatpants down, cock springing out.

The blond smirked, taking the tip of the other's dick into his mouth, sucking harshly while his hand worked on himself. The pretty boy groaned, all thoughts of "This might be wrong" leaving his mind. He thrust shallowly into Kendall's mouth, hands gripping his soaked hair, tugging at it roughly. The boy on his knees groaned around the other's length, bobbing his head in time with James' thrusts, hand tightening around his own cock, pumping faster.

"Kendall, stop. I-I'm gonna…" James gasped out, looking down at him, cock twitching at the sight.

"Mm." The blond moaned, sucking him harder, invitation to come written all over his face.

The brunette groaned loudly, releasing into his mouth, hips bucking forward without permission. Kendall swallowed everything, pulling off to lick his lips. James knelt down quickly, grabbing the blond's face, smashing their lips together, water making it hard to taste his lips. He whimpered, working his hand faster on himself; desperate. James' hand joined his, jacking him off roughly, making him come in a matter of seconds.

They both calmed down, Kendall still a bit tipsy as James' clothes were shed and they showered together, the brunette doing most of the work, but not minding in the least. The shorter boy kept a satisfied smile on his lips while they got clean, then dressed once they were dry, James giving him a slap to the ass when he got smart. They picked a bed and collapsed together, James deciding that he'd wait until tomorrow to see what Kendall would remember.