A/N: This account was formerly BandanasAreCool, but, well... that's a looong story. Anyways, we have a new account now, so... yeahh. Hope you like this! You're lucky this isn't a chapters thing, cuz then I'd have more to talk about, and I'd just ramble on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on and onnnnnn. So yeah.

Also, I'd probably get distracted and not update for awhile, cuz I'm just cool like that (and people probably want to kill me for it, but that's a different story entirely).

DISCLAIMER: Oh, if only I could own BTR...

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James blinked as he woke up, lifting his spinning head to look around him. Pretty quickly he noticed he couldn't move his arms, or his legs, for that matter.

"...The fuck?" He said, noticing he was shirtless (and silently checking himself out, perfect as always), with his boxers still (or back?) on. No, back on. He felt like he'd gotten laid. His wrists and ankles were tied to either end of the bed. He didn't remember a thing from the night before, but it looked like it must've been a party. He smelled weed, beer, and sex. Lots of sex. The girl probably left early, not wanting to get caught. He layed there for a moment, wondering what his hair looked like and how the hell he was supposed to get up.

Right then, Kendall came out of the bathroom, ruffling his hair.

"Crazy night, huh?" he smirked, looking James up and down.

"Um... I guess. I don't actually remember anything. My head is killing me though."

Kendall started to open his mouth, then closed it again. He had been about to tell James the truth, that he had just gotten drunk (and a little high, if Kendall remembered correctly) at Guitar Dude's party and brought some chick home. If Kendall had been ethical and pure, and not mischevious at all, he would've admitted that he'd just crashed on the couch, again, to give James and his latest little slut some space.

But Kendall wasn't quite that good of a person. Sure, he'd given Mrs. Majekowski a Sebastian, and he'd done the Palm Woods a huge ass favor by tying Jett up, but he was no angel. And well, he had to forget about Mrs. Majekowski a couple times and you know, tie Jett up to accomplish those things, so really he wasn't that angelic at all.

Besides, he was the one to bring James to Hollywood in the first place. James owed Kendall. It's not like it'd be James's first time with a guy, (Kendall assumed, that chick from about a month ago had a pretty deep voice, and some very strange people tended to come to Guitar Dude's parties).

So Kendall decided to play a little game. It was called "Trick James." His smirk got a little bigger, his dick a little harder, and he turned his green eyes on James and threw him a quick wink.

"Oh yeah, we had some fun," he said flirtatiously to James.

"We?" James squeaked.

"Yeah, we do crazy shit man," Kendall replied, "now shush, before the others hear."

"Kendall, untie m-" James began, when Kendall shoved a bandana in his mouth, muffling the last words.

"Yeah, if I remember correctly, you liked that. Now I'll be right back, I swear," he said.

"Mmm?" James squeaked, horribly confused, especially since he didn't find the bandana arousing at all at the moment.

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"Hey, where's James?" Logan asked, taking a bite of his cereal.

"Still in bed. He had a long night, if you know what I mean."

"What do you mean?" Carlos asked with a mouthful of eggs.

"He got some," Kendall said.

"Some what?"

"Cereal!" Logan exclaimed. "James was hungry, so he got some cereal."

"Yeah, he was hungry alright, just not so much for cereal," Kendall scoffed.

"I still don't get it," Carlos said.

"Remember what you kept hearing last night? That was James," Kendall explained.

"I had always wondered why I heard those sounds in the middle of the night! I was worried we might have another hot girl dressed up as a ghost, but it was just James all this time!"

"Well, not JUST James," Kendall corrected.

"James and cereal," Logan finished before Kendall could.

"Really? That's funny. I don't make those sounds when I have cereal."

"Oh, you would if you got this kind of cereal," Kendall remarked.

"You know what?" Logan said, looking down at his own bowl of cereal, "I'm not hungry anymore." He got up and dumped his very literal cereal down the drain.

"So if James had cereal last night, what's he doing now?" Carlos wondered.

Kendall suddenly realized he had left James, still tied up in his room, with a bandana in his mouth.

"Fuck, James!"

Logan raised an eyebrow.

"Did I just say fuck James? Whoops, there's no reason I should've said fuck James, I mean, it's not like I fucked James, or wanna fuck James, or am gonna pretend I fucked James so I can fuck James..."

"What the hell are you talking about? No one suggested any of this," Logan said, very confused.

"Can I have some of James's cereal?" Carlos said, still on the last subject.

"YOU MOST CERTAINLY MAY NOT!" Both of the other two boys shouted.

"Okay, well, I am going to the pool. Anyone wanna come?" Logan offered.

"Oooh! Me me me! Pick me!" Carlos called.

"You coming Kendall?" Logan asked as he turned to leave, Carlos in tow.

"Nah I'll stay here. Where's my mom?" Kendall asked.

"She went shopping with Katie," Logan replied.

"Ok, well I'm gonna see if I can get James to perk up. He has a wicked hangover. Doesn't remember a thing." 'And I intend to use that to my advantage,' Kendall added in his head.

"Alright, see you later," Carlos and Logan left, leaving Kendall and James alone in the apartment.

A smug grin came over Kendall's face, and he rubbed his hands together. He planned to use the situation as best he could.

"Hey," he said, pushing his and James's door open, "everyone else is gone."

He took the bandana out of James's mouth.

"How fucking long could that have taken you? Jesus Christ Kendall, I've just been waiting here to get untied. See that? I'm so desperate, I even said Jesus Christ, and I'm a Jew!"

"Oh shut up," Kendall said, "I had to make you wait. You rocked my world last night. It's hard to follow that."

"Come again?" James said, anger turning back to fear in his eyes."

"Ya know, I'm putting the bandana back," Kendall decided, stuffing it back in James's mouth. "Now, are you ready for round two?"

"Mmm?" James squeaked, his eyes wide and scared-looking.

"Yeah, me too, but this time, I get to be top," Kendall said, closing the door. "Should I even bother untying you?"

James gulped.

~*~*paaaaaageeeee breeeeeeaaaaakkkkk*~*~

A/N: So, whatcha think? Love it? Hate it? Review!

I kinda hate to write James as the submissive one, because I really like badass manwhore James, but for this, I think it really helped play up Kendall's smug bastardness (bastardocity?).

Again, this is BandanasAreCool on my new account, so if any of you remember reading it, I was the one who wrote Hum Hallelujah (and still hasn't done the last chapter cuz I kinda suck sometimes and don't feel like it).

Anywho, I think I'll stop rambling now and politely ask you to click the button located riiiiight...

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