I WIN! Sorry, lol. I was just thinking about how much I've changed since I joined the website two years ago. There were two things I hated: slash and smut. Now I write them both! And then there was still one thing I hated; Mpregs. Now I'm writing one! While I was thinking of doing this for a while, when I saw the request on EvilGeniusBookWorm13's profile, I thought "OMG now I have to start it before anyone else does!" This first chapter was gonna be in Kames oneshots but I twisted it a little and morphed it into the first chapter of this! Enjoy!

It made him so mad.

Seeing those two sitting at a table together, drinking smoothies and chatting. His stupid smirk, his hair in that stupid style, his stupid shirt with the collar turned up, and his eyes almost watching the other hungrily. He hated him so much. Then there was his companion—who James's opinion of was completely different. His blonde bangs hanging across his forehead, his bright eyes, his smooth creamy skin, and that adorable smile with the dimple in his left cheek as he listened to the other one speak.

They were flirting; James could see that from his spot on a seat at the other side of the pool. Kendall Knight (the perfect one) and Jett Stetson (the stupid one that James wanted to stab with his lucky comb until he bled to death. Then he'd roll in his blood and laugh manically, not caring who heard him). Jett had moved to the Palmwoods about a month ago. He was the star of the latest teen drama show, New Town High (stupid show), along with some girl called Jo Taylor. She'd done acting before and didn't live at Palmwoods, so James didn't know her. He'd hoped that Jett and his co-star might become an item, since he'd dated all of his past co-stars, even some guy he'd worked in a comedy with. However, he insisted that the two were just friends.

And now the jerk was sitting there flirting with his Kendall. Totally unacceptable! James had known the younger boy longer; they'd been best friends since Kindergarten. James had loved Kendall the longest; he deserved him, and Jett did not. No way. Never. Kendall didn't like him either.

Did he?

As Kendall laughed and smiled at whatever witty comment Jett had made, James wondered. Maybe Kendall really did have a crush on the actor. Or maybe they were just friends. James was desperate to know, but he couldn't just flat out ask Kendall without sounding suspicious. He knew Kendall liked guys, so that was a start; he'd just randomly come out and told them last year. James had immediately become more hopeful, and had only wished he could have the courage to say he liked guys too, or more specifically, that he liked Kendall. But he hadn't. So he settled to sit and watch, looking for whatever signs he could. He saw Camille and Stephanie walking over and talking to them. Jett said something and wrapped an arm around Kendall's shoulders. He didn't pull away.

James gritted his teeth, making up his mind in an instant. He leaped to his feet and walked around the pool over to the group of four. "Hey guys! What's up?"

Although three of them smiled in greeting, Jett didn't seem too happy. James noticed the arm around Kendall's shoulders tensed a little. "Just talking about the movie Camille's gonna be in."

"I'm so excited!" Camille shrieked, bouncing on her toes. "Dak Zevon's gonna be in it too. I'm on my way to stardom at last!"

"That's great, Camille," James grinned. "I'm happy for you."

"Thanks!" While Camille taslked about her movie, Jett kept his arm around Kendall. James wanted to snap it in two.

That evening, he and Kendall were sitting on the couch, James on his laptop, Kendall reading a book. Then there was a knock on the door, and Kendall got up to answer it. Surprise, surprise, Jett was there.

"Hey," he grinned.

"Hi," Kendall smiled back. "What's up?"

"They're playing Terminator on TV. You wanna come watch it with me?" James mentally kicked himself. Jett was so confident. "I know it'd be easier to text you, but my phone's dead. So . . .?"

Kendall flashed a smile. "Sure." He turned to glance at James. "If Mom asks tell her I'll be back later, ok?"

James could only nod as they both left, shutting the door behind them. Kendall could've watched it here, with him. Maybe he was just being nice, keeping Jett company. James practically stomped into the room he and Kendall shared. He grabbed a fashion magazine and tried to read it, but he could only think about Kendall upstairs with that monster. Maybe he'd put his arm around him. Maybe Kendall would rest his head on his shoulder. Maybe they'd kiss—

James threw the magazine at the wall, growling at nothing.

He knew for sure that Jett liked Kendall. But he didn't know if Kendall liked Jett. It was so frustrating! He didn't think there was any point in talking to Logan or Carlos about it; they didn't even know he was in love with his best friend. It wouldn't occur to them. As he walked aimlessly around the lobby the next morning, Jett walked right up to him. "Hey, James," he sneered. "How you doing?"

"Fine until you showed up," James snapped. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to apologise," Jett replied with a smile. "I know you and I haven't always hit it off, and I hope we can be friends."

"I'd never be friends with you!" James spat. "I wish you never came here! Then maybe me and—" He stopped, not wanting to say anything more, just in case.

Jett was smiling wider than ever. "Oh, James. You actually thought . . ." He shook his head in amusement. "You're so naive. Kendall's not interested in you, only me. He's always been mine." He paused. "Well, since last night, anyway."

James's eyes widened. "W-what are you talking about?"

"I think you know. After half an hour, that movie was totally forgotten. But I was entertained plenty, if you get what I mean."

"What did you do to him?" James hissed. His voice had almost died out. This couldn't be happening . . .

"He was pretty good, James. You've really missed out. You should've seen the way he screamed my name and writhed around underneath me when I—"

Jett didn't get to finish, because James had punched him right in the face. The sneer had vanished, replaced with an angry snarl and a bloody lip. "Mother fucker!"

Jett punched James back, but James was so angry he didn't even feel it. He punched the boy again, harder than the last time. And again. "You son of a bitch! You better not lay a finger on him again or I swear to God I'm gonna kill you!"

"Bit late to say that, Diamond! I've already touched him more than you ever will!" They continued pounding each other, James shoving Jett on the ground before diving on top of him. People were watching, gently asking them to cool it, when someone appeared next to them, grabbing hold of James's wrist and pulling him to his knees, and off Jett. "James, what are you doing?"

James was caught off guard. "I . . . um . . ."

Kendall had turned to look at Jett. "Oh God, you're bleeding. Are you alright?"

Jett really was a good actor; he gave a sad smile, flinching a little as he got to his feet. "It's not that bad. You know James has never really liked me much."

Kendall turned back to James, eyes flaring. "So you decided to just punch him in the face? I can't believe you, James! You could've really hurt him—"

"It's just a scratch," Jett cut in. "Really, I'm ok. Though a kiss might make it better."

Kendall rolled his eyes, smiling. "C'mon, I'll help you out with that cut . . ."

Kendall led Jett away, not looking back at James once. James stood there for another second before hurrying upstairs to 2J. He slammed the door shut and threw himself face down on the couch. He felt relieved that everyone was out. He wanted to cry so badly, but the tears just wouldn't come. All the emotion he was feeling stayed bottled up. Kendall and Jett . . . he couldn't get that horrible image out of his head. Their bodies pressed together, Jett getting to do what James had dreamed of doing. He could practically picture them doing it right next to him on the couch. Oh God, why did he think of that? Now he really could see them there! And he could practically hear it too—

"Nngh, Jett . . . harder . . ."

James's angry thoughts were interrupted when he heard the apartemtn door open. "James, we need to talk."

James turned to glare at him. "What?"

"What were you thiking, punching Jett like that? What did he ever do to you?"

"Oh, it's not about what I was thinking, it's about what you were thinking!"

Kendall looked confused. "Huh? What do you mean by that?"

James rolled his eyes. "Jett told me what you two did!" he practically snarled. "Seriously, what were you thinking? I thought you were smarter than that! Jett's just some self-absorbed idiot; he's not good enough for you, and yet you go and let him fuck you up the ass!" James stopped to catch his breath. Kendall was staring at him with wide eyes.

"Hold on. What exactly . . . he told you we had sex?"

James nodded, scowling. "Bragged about it, too."

Kendall rolled his eyes at the ceiling. "That's ridiculous. Me and Jett haven't slept together!"

"You haven't?" James sat up straighter. Ok, now he was confused. "So there was never any fucking? No groping, no making out, no nothing?"

"Not a thing. I don't know why he told you that." Kendall frowned thoughtfully. "But why do you care so much? I mean, you almost killed him over it."

James looked at the floor, blushing. "What do you mean? There's nothing—"

"I don't believe you, James!"

James rolled his eyes. "Fine. You want the truth? What do you want me to say?" James demanded. "I was pissed because he got you before I did! I knew he liked you and it made me so mad to think you liked him back because if you're gonna be with anyone it should be me! He'd never love you like I do; he doesn't appreciate you the way I do! He only thinks you're hot, which you are, but that's not the point! He doesn't appreciate that you're kind and funny and smart and just so amazing that you need someone who'll actually care for you, and he's not that person, Kendall! I am!"

James stopped to catch his breath, staring at Kendall. He realised he'd got to his feet during his ranting and they were now standing a few feet apart. Kendall looked at him with wide eyes. "Really? You mean that?"

"Of course I do!" James replied with a sigh.

James was surprised when Kendall smiled at him. "You should've said something before!" He paused, before taking a step closer to James. "And excuse the cheesiness, but that's the sweetest thing anybody's ever said to me." He laughed a little. "And the sweetest thing anyone's done for me. Although it was a little uncalled for—"

James rolled his eyes. "He had it coming to him." He looked at Kendall for a second. They were both standing in silence, staring at each other. Then James realised that Kendall was waiting for him to do something, say something else. He reached forward and brushed his thumb across Kendall's left cheek, smiling when Kendall leaned into the touch. Then he cupped the blonde's cheek with his hand, pulling him just a little bit closer. Then he kissed him. He heard the squeak Kendall let out as he fisted James's t-shirt, opening his mouth when he felt James's tongue graze against his bottom lip. Before they went any further, Kendall pulled back. "By the way, I never even knew Jett liked me. And I never liked him." Kendall paused, and James saw his cheeks flushing a little as he continued. "Actually, I thought it was pretty obvious I liked you."

James just gave him one long, blank look. Then he kissed him again. This time it was slower, more passionate. James's hands were gripping Kendall's hips and pressing their bodies together. James's tongue darted around inside Kendall's mouth, and when he heard the blonde give a small moan, he immediately felt himself growing in his pants. He couldn't help himself; his hands slid up from Kendall's hips to under his t-shirt, running his fingers over Kendall's stomach and chest, smirking faintly into the kiss as he felt the muscles tighten under his touch. He stopped when Kendall pulled back from the kiss again. "James . . ."

"Yeah?" James asked, hoping he wasn't doing anything wrong.

"Do you want me?"

James bit his lip, nodding. What was the point in lying? "So much."

"Then take me," Kendall murmured, kissing several spots on James's neck.

James was caught off guard. He tried not to sound too eager as he said, "Are you sure? I don't wanna rush you into anything—"

"I'm totally sure." Kendall smiled, hands gripping the hem of James's t-shirt. "So, you wanna go . . .?"

"Yeah." James grabbed Kendall by the hand and led him into their shared bedroom. Once they were inside the door, he had Kendall pinned up against it, sucking and biting at his neck. He chose one spot under his chin and kept at it, while he felt Kendall's hands fumbling with the buttons on his shirt. He pulled back from Kendall's neck to see a huge purple hickey on the spot he'd been assaulting. He grinned as Kendall kissed him again, pushing James's shirt off his shoulders and running his hands all over the brunette's defined chest and abs.

James lifted Kendall's shirt over his shoulders, the blonde lifting his arms up to make it a little easier for him. Once the shirt was gone, James pulled Kendall over to his bed, falling down with Kendall on top of him, their tongues battling for dominance as both boys' hands moved to take off the other's pants. They were flung into some far corner of the room, and then James's hand slipped inside Kendall's boxers, grabbing his erection as he flipped them both over.

Kendall gasped against James's mouth, just lying there as James began pumping his dick, his thumb stroking the tip, rubbing at the pre-cum beading there. James suddenly moved his lips back to Kendall's neck, and when Kendall suddenly felt a bite on his collarbone, he lost it, coming all over James's hand.

James grinned down at Kendall's flushed face. "You liked that, didn't you?"

Kendall resisted the urge to roll his eyes and flipped them again, yanking James's boxers off. Before the brunette could say or do anything, Kendall had taken his whole cock in his mouth. James let out a long moan, back arching as Kendall ran his tongue along the slit and along the underside of his dick, his hands moving to James's hips as he sucked it harder. James tangled his hands in Kendall's soft hair, panting out his name as he felt himself getting closer and closer to orgasm.

Then, on impulse, he pulled Kendall off his dick. Kendall looked at him with a both confused and innocent expression. James just beckoned him over. Kendall crawled over next to him. "What?"

James got up and headed towards the other side of the room, digging around in his locker until he found his bottle of lube. He hurried back over and crawled over Kendall, propping his legs over his shoulders. "This . . . this might hurt a little, ok?"

Kendall nodded, looking slightly nervous. "Ok. Just go ahead."

James opened the bottle and squeezed lube out over his fingers and rubbed it over Kendall's entrance. Then he took a deep breath and stuck his pointer finger inside the blonde. Kendall yelped, his hands fisting the sheets desperately as he started breathing unevenly. "Nngh . . ."

"You alright?" James asked, concerned. When Kendall nodded, he eased a second finger inside, circling them around and slowly stretching him. Kendall was panting, his eyes squeezed shut at the stinging sensation running all the way though his body. After a minute or so, it almost felt kind of good. He opened his eyes and saw James looking down at him, love evident on his face. He couldn't help smiling. "I'm ok now."

"You sure?"

"Yes." Kendall gulped as he watched James cover his dick with lube; suddenly he wasn't so confident anymore. He let his head rest back on the pillow, waiting nervously.

James lined himself up in front of the blonde's entrance and started to enter him. He heard Kendall cry out in pain and froze, feeling sickened that he'd caused it. "Kendall, baby?" He had no idea where the 'baby' part had come from, but somehow it sounded right.

Kendall's eyes were wide, his chest rising and falling erratically as his face contorted with pain. His eyes met James's for a second before they drifted away again. "M-move," he managed to stutter out.

James pushed in further until he was completely buried inside Kendall, and then stopped. Kendall was so tight and warm inside, it felt amazing. But he didn't move. "Just g-give me a second, ok James?" Kendall stuttered, eyes meeting James's as the brunette kissed him gently.

"Of course. Just tell me when you're ready."

Kendall nodded and lay there, breathing slowly and deeply until he felt the burning feeling slowly dull into pleasure. He took another deep breath. "Okay, move."

James pulled out slowly and then pushed back in. He froze when he heard a growl coming from the blonde. "Kendall?"

"You're going too damn slow!" Kendall panted, arching his back and moaning as James pulled out and pushed back in again. This time he struck something that made Kendall shake and cry out, "J-James, hit there again—ohh," he let out a low groan as James slammed into that spot a second time. And a third.

This kept going for a while, James ramming in and out of Kendall's ass at a furious pace, hitting his sweet spot every time. Panting at the amazing feeling of Kendall tightening around his cock, James reached down and started to pump him in time with his thrusts. Then with a squeal and a shudder, Kendall came all over him, painting both their chests white. All it took was seeing Kendall's eyes drift shut in bliss and feeling him tighten just a little more that brought James over the edge too. He came with a grunt, filling Kendall to the brim.

He sat there for a second, breathing slowly and carefully. Then he pulled out and lay beside Kendall, who turned and smiled at him. "That was awesome."

"Really?" James wound an arm around Kendall's waist, pulling him into his arms. "But I hurt you."

Kendall shrugged feebly, snuggling into James's chest. "Yeah, but that doesn't matter."

James grinned at the ceiling. "Good." He paused. He wanted to say it; those three special words. But instead he went for, "Don't ever leave me for Jett."

"Wouldn't dream if it."

Ok! Chapter done! Please review!