A/N: Hey there! It's about time I got cracking on a new Kames fic. So here, have one!

This story will be pretty angsty, but to start out, I'm making this first chapter relatively light-hearted, so it doesn't just dive in with the angst right away, okay?

DISCLAIMER: I clearly do not own Big Time Rush or else there'd be like an entire season of Kames. And I don't see Scott Fellows telling Kendall and James to shove their toungues down each other's throats anytime soon so...

*~*~On with it!~*~*

"Dude!" Logan squealed, squirming.

"Give it back!" James yelled, ignoring Logan's complaints. He reached over and reached for the blonde, who was on the other side of Logan. His upper body pressed against the smaller boy while he tried to get to Kendall.

"Never!" Kendall said with a laugh. He waved James's lucky comb around by the window, where James couldn't reach it unless he undid his seat belt, climbed over Logan, and pounced on Kendall. At this point, that didn't seem so unlikely.

"James's boobs are in my face!" Logan complained, one side of his face squished up against James's pec.

"And it's the most action you'll be getting for the next few years, if Kendall doesn't give me my comb!"

"What does your lucky comb have to do with this?" Logan asked incredulously as James leaned farther.

"If I can't be pretty, I won't be able to go out and girl hunt. And without me as a wingman, you'll never get anywhere. NOW GIVE ME THE COMB!"

Carlos turned around from the passenger seat, his usual grin spread across his face.

"I wish I was back there!" Carlos said with a laugh as James pretty much climbed into Logan's lap to get the comb.

"No," Logan told him, trying to lean back from James and the strong smell of his musky cologne. Somebody really needed to tell the boy that less is more. "you don't."

Carlos and Logan both turned their attention to Kendall, who was laughing diabollically. With his signature smirk, he slid the comb down the front of his pants.

"You want it now, James?" Kendall snickered, beckoning sarcastically with his hand.

"Oh I WILL go for it," James told him in all seriousness, his eyes wide and his voice deep.

"He will," Logan agreed, "so why don't you give James the comb so he can GET OFF OF ME?"

"Hey!" Carlos's dad called from the driver's seat, "Just make sure you technically stay in your seats."

They all glanced at James, who did, actually, have most of his ass still in his seat. He had kind of scooted over into Logan's, and his torso was bent over the smaller boy, lunging for Kendall.

James shrugged, "I'm good," he announced, then, turning back to Kendall, he added, "and I need that comb."

"Then come get it," Kendall sneered again, shifting, because a comb was not the most comfortable thing to have shoved down your pants.

"You asked for it," James told him.

"Why do I always get the middle seat?" Logan whined.

"Because you're Logan," everyone, including Papi Garcia, chorused together.

Logan grumbled something along the lines of "jackass" and figured that he wasn't going to get any much better answers.

"You gonna go for it, Jamie?" Kendall asked mockingly.

James smiled devilishly and pounced forward. He shoved his hand into the front of Kendall's pants and grabbed the comb, which had, luckily, been left outside of his boxers. James's hand still ended up grabbing Kendall's dick through the fabric, however, and he pulled the comb out as quickly as he could.

"Hah!" James said triumphantly, waving the comb around as he got off of Logan and back into his own seat. Carlos was still turned around, watching open-mouthed, and Logan looked like he'd rather be getting his fingers grated off with a cheese grater.

Kendall scowled and crossed his arms, pretending he was upset with James for getting his comb back. He tried not to turn red and just casually look out the window, seeing as a little... problem had sprung up. Kendall just thought he was lucky that James had pulled away before he could really feel it. Still, it made Kendall's head swim when the thought set in that he had, in fact, gotten turned on when James grabbed his dick. He inwardly shook his head. As a teenage boy, he'd get it up when anyone palmed him, be it his best friend or not. Even as he told himself this, Kendall couldn't help but think that he really, really hoped the other guys couldn't tell.

"Are we there yet?" Carlos whined, snapping Kendall back to reality.

"Carlos, the lakehouse is in the Sacramento area. We're in Santa Barbara," Carlos's dad told him, shaking his head.

"Huh?" Carlos replied.

"Dude, it's a long ass drive, okay?" James part told him, part yelled.

"You got that right," Kendall sighed, shifting in his seat.

"What?" Logan asked him.

"Nothing."

~*~*And now a few days later...*~*~

"Makin'zit raaain!" Logan slurred. He flung some potato chips stripper-style at James and Carlos, who were grinding on the coffee table.

"Logie, how many drinks did you have?" Kendall laughed at the smaller boy.

Logan made a four with his fingers and started giggling, watching James and the Carlos jokingly got lower and lower.

"We never get to see this kid drink, but apparently he's a real lightweight," James called from the table.

"You szhutup, we payed good money to see you dance, not s-sepeak," Logan told James, pointing somewhere in his general direction.

"You didn't pay me!" James told him.

"And if you did, wouldn't that make you kinda gay?" Carlos added.

"You sssut up. You're the one gfrindink with a gay."

"You mean guy?" Kendall suggested as James and Carlos stopped dancing and doubled over in laughter.

"Alright Carlitos," James said, pushing Carlos off the coffee table, "It's time for a new partner." He reached down, grabbed a blonde girl wearing a low top's hand, and pulled her up onto the table. He spun her around and pulled her infront of him and they started dancing.

"Now this is more like it," James growled in her ear.

She giggled accordingly and turned around so she faced him as they ground to the music.

Carlos's dad had to do a late shift as a cop that night, saying he wouldn't be home til about 4 AM. In turn, James had met some girls who apparently lived just down the street, and he brought the six girls over for the night. Everyone was on the couches except for James and the random girl, who were putting on a show on the coffee table.

"Take it off!" a brunette called, holding up her beer. James laughed and pulled his shirt off. He flexed his abs and tossed it to the girl who had called for it.

"Hey Erica, you've been dancing with James for awhile now, give me a turn!" She clumsily hopped up onto the coffee table and put a hand on James's arm to steady herself.

"Hell no!" Erica told her friend, "Go find your own man to dance with!"

"Ladies!" James told them, "I can dance with both of you! There's enough James to go around," he winked at one of the girls, and she ran a hand down his chest, both moving in to dance with him.

Just as Kendall was rolling his eyes, a girl crawled up next to him on the couch. Her breath was hot on his neck and her lips were so shiny and pink he imagined they'd be sticky.

"Hey," she said to him, "you have great eyebrows. They're like, totally... great. Would you mind getting me another one of these drinks? James said he mixed them with wine coolers and something else, so there'd be less alcohol," she laughed, "I'm feeling pretty buzzed anyways."

Kendall took her red cup and made eye contact with James, one eyebrow raised. James mouthed something that looked like "just wine" so Kendall hopped up and poured a wine cooler in the cup for the girl.

"Here you go," Kendall said, handing her the cup.

She looked at it for a second before putting it on the ground, grabbing the collar of Kendall's shirt, and yanking him towards her. Their lips connected awkwardly, but soon, Kendall figured out where he stood in the kiss and returned it. He could've sworn he felt James's eyes burning into his back as he kissed the girl, so he wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her closer.

All three guys watched as the girl grabbed Kendall's arm and dragged him to his and James's room, shutting the door behind them with a click. He could've sworn he heard Logan call out "Kindle gonna get szzome!" but he wasn't sure. At this moment, he was kind of nervous. He had so much on his mind; the past few days had just been all the more confusing with James, and Kendall was worried he'd be too distracted to even get it up.

"Come here," the girl beckoned to him, making kissy lips at him. She pushed her brown hair behind her and Kendall smirked back. The girl pushed Kendall onto his bed and jumped ontop of him, her legs straddling him. As Kendall ran his hands down her sides, he realized this could be a form of stress relief. With that thought, he grinned at her and flipped her over so he was ontop of her and pulled her shorts down, licking his lips.

*~*~Back out to the party!~*~*

"Kendall and Christina really hit it off, huh?" a tan girl with black hair called into Carlos's ear.

"Yeah," Carlos replied, "you could say that."

He'd been mostly talking to three girls that night, two of which sat on either side of him. The third, a redhead with long legs, he pushed towards Logan.

"Logan, have you met Monica?" he asked. He'd noticed, as James picked a girl up, her straightening her legs and straddling him, that Logan was starting to enjoy James and the girls' performance less and less. He figured he'd give him something else to focus on.

"No," Logan replied, cutting his eyes from the coffee table, where James had just whispered something to the girls, who giggled and pulled him by the belt loops over to Logan and Carlos's room.

"You guys would just have an awesome time together!" One of Carlos's girls squealed happily.

"You would," Carlos agreed, "now, I'm gonna head over to these lovely ladies' place, so why don't you two stay right here on the couch?" he suggested with a wink.

Logan and the redhead smiled at them as Carlos led the girls out of the house.

"So, Monica," Logan said, "do you wanna watch a movie or something?"

"Sure," she said, "you know, Carlos was telling me about how you don't just want to get with girls to have sex, but you actually want to get to know them. I think that's great, since I'm not a have-sex-on-the-first-date kinda girl."

'Unlike your friends,' Logan thought.

"Always me, always," he grumbled under his breath, thinking about how this time, he really would've just preferred to hook up with some random girl.

"What?"

"Nothing!"

"Oh, okay," she replied, buying it completely, "I'm just glad we're just going to watch a movie, and that's it."

"I'm gonna grab another beer," Logan replied with a sigh.

They sat there and watched a movie for awhile while Logan tried to ignore the moans coming from the two rooms to where his friends had dissapeared.

~*~*And a little later...*~*~

At about 2 am, Kendall and James stumbled out of their rooms, each followed by the girls they'd hooked up with.

"Did you have a good time?" Logan asked them.

"Yeah," James said with a laugh, slinging an arm around the girls on either side of him, "you?" he asked with raised eyebrows.

The three girls with Kendall and James giggled.

"There's no way he got any," James's blonde girl told him, "Monica's a total prude, right Mo?"

"Shut up!" Monica told her, "We had an awesome time."

"Well," Kendall said, stretching. He was shirtless and had traded his gray skinny jeans for a pair of sweatpants, "this was fun, hope we see you again."

"Definitely," the girl at his side said, "also, I'm keeping your shirt." She was wearing Kendall's plaid shirt open over her lacy pink bra.

"Yeah," one of the girls by James added, "we should do it again sometime."

"Literally," James chimed in with a wink, causing all of the girls to laugh.

The boys led the girls to the door, ready to say goodbye and probably never call them again.

"Your friend," the girl Kendall had hooked up with said to James, "is an animal in bed."

"Well well well," James said, "Kendall, you filthy whore." He slapped Kendall on the ass and smirked, causing Kendall to hope he wouldn't turn red.

"Ohmygod," one of the girls gushed, "next time we come over, you two should totally hook up." She motioned between James and Kendall with a huge grin on her face.

James and Kendall both gaped at her for a second, before James slung an arm around Kendall's shoulders and punched him lightly in the arm.

"What, this guy?" James said, "Ok, we'll get right on that."

Kendall was sure he was turning red now, not that anyone noticed. Did James really just say that?

Logan stood there and laughed awkwardly while the girls left, all saying their goodbyes.

"Can you believe that?" James asked once the door closed, "Crazy bitches."

"I know, right?" Kendall agreed, forcing a grin.

Just then, the door opened and Carlos stumbled in. He had on a t-shirt and boxers, his black skinny jeans slung over his shoulder. His face was red and he had smudges of lipstick trailing from his jawline and dissapearing under his shirt.

"Hey Carlos," they all chorused.

Carlos, in turn, fell onto the big leather couch wordlessly.

"Tired from losing your virginity in a three way?" James asked jokingly.

"Yeah, how was our little Carlitos's first time?" Kendall asked him.

Carlos just shook his head and rolled over.

"Alright, what happened?" Logan asked him, sitting down on the couch next to him.

"Well," Carlos told them, sounding like a little kid beggining the tale of his latest life-threatening adventure, "I was like, about to, you know, um-"

"Fuck. Fuck is the term you're looking for," James told him.

"Right," Carlos said, "I started thinking-"

All three boys groaned, knowing nothing good ever came out of it when Carlos did too much thinking.

"And what were you thinking about?" Kendall prompted, souding like an older brother encouraging him.

"I- I was thinking about how awesome it would be to do that with the Jenniffers, and I- I-"

"You moaned Jenniffer, didn't you?" James concluded.

Carlos nodded with his head down, "And then they slapped me and punched me and pulled my hair and threw me out of the house, and I didn't really remember how to get home, and it was really dark, and I had no idea where to go, so I just kind of wandered around until I got here."

"Poor Carlitos," Kendall said, ruffling his hair. Carlos pouted and nodded at him.

"Damn, that's rough. Chicks hate it when you screw up their names. That's why my number one rule of threesomes is that they have to have different hair colors or different races or something. The first time I had a three-way it was two blonde girls, so I just avoided names altogether. I could barely tell them apart."

The boys spent the next half an hour or so picking up all the discarded cups, bottles, and condoms. They all showered and went to go to bed.

"James?" Logan called from his and Carlos's room.

"Yeah?" James poked his head in.

"Why are my sheets all orange?"

"Oh, that," James bit his lip and looked around the room, "one of the girls was apparently seriously into spray-tanning. It was all over me too."

"My bed? Really James?" Logan asked.

"Where else? I can't use Carlos's bed with all the stuffed animals and shit-"

"Hey!" Carlos cut in, "Do not make fun of Pooki-bear and friends."

James rolled his eyes and continued, "And I don't know if you noticed, but Kendall and Christina or whatever her name was were in our room, so, we couldn't go in there. I swear to God, they were moving the floor, in here."

Logan put his hands up in a TMI motion.

"But if you want dude, I think there's an extra set of sheets."

Logan nodded and went to get them, shaking his head. He made James take the old sheets off his bed, saying that he didn't want to touch them and catch "Whatever the Hell was wrong with James."

*~*~Okie dokie!~*~*

A/N: Alright guys, hope you liked it! This chapter was kind of not-serious and funny, but the rest isn't really gonna be like this. There will definitely be more funny parts, I mean, it is Big Time Rush, but it's gonna be more angsty (and some smut later:3). So anyways, if you liked this, please review! I'll update soon!

Oh! And I almost forgot, the title is a lline from Lady Gaga's "You and I." It's a great song, and it's pretty different from her usual stuff.