Sitting himself heavily down on an empty barstool, Kendall Knight drummed his fingers on the wooden counter distractively to keep his mind off the irritation clouding his brain. When he realized that did nothing to help, he turned to the bartender.

"Get me your strongest drink," he ordered when the bartender paused in wiping a single beer glass clean with a white towel, finally giving him some attention to ask him what he wanted, "then make it stronger."

The bartender nodded twice, chuckling. "Hard day?" he asked in a knowing tone as he turned around to the shelves of various wines and drinks.

Kendall nodded bitterly, his blonde bangs falling into his eyes at the action. "You have no idea."

"Poor baby," a deep voice whispered in his ear. In surprise, Kendall looked over to find a Mr. Tall, Dark, and Beautiful smirking at him. Keeping his eyes on him, the mysterious stranger turned to the bartender. "Put blondie's drink on my tab, Wally," he said, "and bring me something on the rocks."

"Got it," the bartender answered over his shoulder as he walked off to fulfill the order.

"So…" the stranger said with an easy, lazy grin. "What's got you down, cutie?" He raised his chin in gratitude to the bartender as he placed two drinks down for the couple. When he turned back to the man, Kendall was apprehensive.

At the cutesy nickname, Kendall rolled his eyes. "You don't care."

The man laid his hand on his heart, false upset taking over his attractive features. "Don't I look like a caring kind of guy?" When he got no answer, he laughed. "Well, no matter what you think, cutie, I care about all of Mother Nature's beautiful creatures, yourself included."

The blonde eyed the stranger warily. "I have a wife," Kendall said, pointing to the simple gold band shining on his left ring finger.

"I have a dog I leave at home, too," replied the man, smirking. "Neither of them have to know about this." He took a long sip of his drink, staring at the blonde over the glass. "…Whatever this turns into, I mean."

There was still an uneasy gleam in those anxious green eyes, but as Kendall brought his own beer-vodka-whatever concoction up to his lips, taking several big gulps, more and more the gleam disappeared and was replaced with something a little like excitement and something a lot like lust.

"In case you want to know the name you'll be screaming out later, I'm James," the stranger or rather James introduced himself, grinning seductively. "Or if you want, you could just call me daddy, master, God… your choice."

"I think I'll stick with James," Kendall said as dryly as he could, but with the alcohol swimming in his system and in his mouth, it turned out to be more of a coy comment like he was flirting back.

James shrugged, grin still very intact. "Whatever; it's your mouth… until I make it mine, of course." Then he pulled the blonde closer, crashing their mouths together in a collision of lips, teeth, and tongue, claiming that pretty little mouth as his own.

"Ready to go?" James whispered against Kendall's lips as he pulled just centimeters away. He smirked at the dumbstruck expression on the blonde's face as he nodded dumbly. "Good. Follow me." Grabbing his hand, he pulled the blonde to the exit. "That is," he classified, shooting him a wink, "if you can keep up with me."

Kendall raised a challenging eyebrow as he walked faster, leading James with quick tugs on the tanned boy's hand and taking another swig of his drink. He didn't reply to the pretty boy's teases; the smirk he sent over his shoulder said it all.

It's on.

"James!" Kendall moaned, tugging the black boxers hanging dangerously low on his new lover's muscular hips. He could see through hazed, lust-darkened eyes the V and the trail of wiry dark hair that led down to James' hardened manhood, but it wasn't enough.

He wanted to see the real thing, up close and personal.

"Take it off…" he groaned again in desperation. "Now!"

James grinned down at him, showing off white teeth and full lips. "Eager?" he teased, licking a path from Kendall's mouth to his ear. With those white, white teeth, he bit the lobe lightly and whispered, "Show me how bad you want this."

Then he pulled his boxers down like Kendall wanted, sat back, and waited for his next move. "Suck me," he ordered, bucking his hips in the air, "suck me like the bitch you are."

Kendall stalked forward on his hands and knees like a cat which should've been a turn-off because James hated cats—fucking fur balls who like hacking up shit? Ew—but it only turned him on more and when Kendall stuck his tongue out to draw a long line on the underside of his penis, he could only grunt out his approval as he threaded his fingers through those dirty blonde locks.

At the encouragement, Kendall gained more confidence (or maybe it was still from the alcohol going through his system), taking all of James' cock in his mouth until it brushed against the back of his throat.

"God!" came James' voice from above him; Kendall moaned around his dick in answer, the vibrations just heightening the pleasure for James as he swirled his tongue around the slit, savoring the taste of pre-cum like it was a delicacy. "Holy—"

James couldn't finish his sentence before everything flashed white and he lost it all to the contours of Kendall's mouth and the quick flicks of that damned tongue.

"Was that a good enough demonstration?" Kendall asked in a husky voice, looking down at James' flushed face as he licked the remainders of white away from his lips.

James grunted, "Turn around. On your hands and knees."

Shivering at the tone, Kendall quickly obeyed, turning and leaning down on his forearms so his butt stuck up in the air, on display for James' roaming hazel eyes.

Lazy fingers trailed along the waistband of Kendall's boxer briefs, slipping in and out to tease the pale sensitive skin around Kendall's hips. "James!" Kendall whined, bucking his hips back and shaking slightly as if to remind the tanned man of his problem.

James chuckled. He considered teaching the blonde some patience, dragging this on just to mess with him, but the problem between his legs was back and throbbing. Plus, he just wanted it, like, now so he tugged down the briefs, Kendall helping him by kicking it off.

When the pink puckered hole was set in his sights, he immediately went forward, flattening his tongue to press it against Kendall's entrance.

The moan that followed was instantaneous and loud.

"You like that?" he asked, doing it another two or three times just to hear that moan again.

Kendall bucked back again. "Fuck, yes!"

James smirked—well, as well as he could, with his tongue thrusting in and out of Kendall's anus like another, bigger part of his body would be doing soon. He quickly finished stretching the blonde and spitting in his hand, covered his already slick dick with his own saliva, groaning at the movement.

Then he slammed into Kendall's hole until he was balls deep in one, fast thrust.

"Ooh!" screamed Kendall in a mixture of pain and pleasure. But that didn't seem to stop him. "Fuck…" he muttered, "just move… keep going."

James didn't need to be told twice.

He brought his hips back until only the tip of his penis still remained in Kendall, then slammed back in. He did it again and again and again and aahh. It felt so good, that tight, velvet heat encasing his dick so intimately. "Fuck…so good."

"Ha-harder," Kendall stammered, his words broken up by moans. "Fast-er! Right fucking there!"

And who was James to disappoint this squirming, writhing blonde beneath him? He responded the emerald-eyed man by going wild, thrusting fast, hard, deep, like a mad man until they both stiffened. With his loudest grunt yet, James released his load in Kendall.

Kendall came all over the bed sheets, his stomach, and chest without his dick ever being touched, harder than he had ever in his life. "James!" he screamed harshly, his voice breaking and hoarse.

Panting, James pulled out, Kendall collapsing on the bed at the movement. A tired smile pulled on his full lips.

"Common, blondie," he breathed, taking Kendall in his arms to lay him on the pillow next to him and under the covers. He cradled the smaller male as he struggled to get his breathing back to normal.

"It's not 'blondie.'" James looked down at the blonde with a raised eyebrow. "Not 'cutie,' either," he continued. "My name's Kendall Knight."

"Well, then, Kendall Knight—" James pronounced the name very articulately, stressing the word. "Good night."

But Kendall was already sleeping soundly against his chest.

James chuckled again, nuzzling his head in his own pillow to follow the blonde's lead. A soft ringing broke him out of the light throes of sleep. Blindly, James brought his hand out, fishing the phone out of Kendall's discarded pants.

One incoming call from…

Jo Knight

"Mrs. Knight?" he said as he answered the call with a tired grin. "Yes, this is Mr. Knight's secretary, James Diamond. …Yeah, the old one needed a break. I'm just a temp for now. Oh, yeah, he tired himself out, working all night long… I'll have him call you as soon as he can. Bye."

James hung up the phone with a quiet laugh.

Yes, another new story from me about Kames… I'm completely obsessed, but somehow, I don't think it's a problem ;) So, this story is based on my most favorist song from my childhood, "Follow Me" by Uncle Kracker. That song is serious a beast! Anyway, this is my new story. Your thoughts, questions, concerns, comments? Any feedback is appreciated. Hope you enjoyed! :)