Title: Love Games
Summary: Can love make the player give up the game? Kames.
A/N: my best friend gave me the idea for this fic sort of indirectly lol but nonetheless I thank her for giving me this idea because I really like it! And I hope you guys do too!
It was no question that James Diamond could get anybody he wanted to. For one, he had movie star good looks that could make anybody swoon over him, and another factor would be that he could be incredibly persuasive. James was the kind of person who could anybody to do anything for him or with him if the situation called for it. James was just that kind of person that everybody wanted to be with, at least once in their life. Let's take a look at his track record:
There was Carlos.
When Kendall pushed open the door to the bedroom he and James shared he was hit with the strong smell of alcohol. "What in the world?" he murmured under his breath, walking inside and turning on the light.
James, who was laying asleep in his bed, stirred when the light flickered on, and he pushed himself up into a sitting position, squinting. As he sat up, the blanket covering his chest slid down, to reveal a shirtless Carlos sleeping next to him.
Kendall's eyes widened in shock. "What the-"
"Hey Kendall." James yawned, reaching over for his glasses, which were resting on the dresser by his bed. He put them on his face, his vision instantly clearing up due to the fact that he had taken his contacts out earlier.
"What happened here?" Kendall asked quietly, not wanting to wake up Carlos, even though he wanted to yell at James right now, demanding an explanation. James looked at Carlos and then smirked in Kendall's direction, offering his facial expression as an answer. Kendall's eyes widened. "You two…" he sputtered out, not wanting to finish the statement.
"We didn't go all the way." James reassured him. "We just made out and stuff."
Kendall's mind lingered on the 'and stuff' part but not for long. "How on earth did this happen?" Kendall ran his fingers through his hair.
James shrugged. "We both had a few drinks at that party tonight and one thing led to another, I guess."
Kendall ran his fingers through his hair once again and then took a seat on his bed. All of this was too much to process right now. "So are you two, like, together now?" he asked.
James shrugged again. "Probably not. Kissing is just fun." he looked down at Carlos and smiled again. "Especially kissing Carlos."
"Why especially Carlos?"
"You know when, Carlos sometimes rolls his R's when he talks kind of Spanish-y?"
Kendall nodded. "Yeah…"
"That's what he did in my mouth!" James cried happily.
The Hollywood Super Party King of Hollywood was nothing without his partner in crime. Whenever he had a drink, Carlos would have one too. Whenever he would stumble trying to walk up steps, Carlos was there to steady him. Whenever he wanted a goodnight kiss, Carlos would comply his request. But that's all it ever was with them- nothing more than a drunken hookup. It was romantic enough where they could both get the sexual pleasure they desired, but also nothing to serious where it would mess up their friendship. Besides, Carlos and James were so used to doing it, it was like it never even happened most of the time.
Next on the list would be Logan.
"Alright so the square root of x is equal to-"
"Logie, do we have to do this?" James whined, putting his pencil down.
"Unless you wanna fail that math test tomorrow, then yes, we have to." Logan said. James let out another whine and dropped his head down on the table top. "C'mon let's do something easier- the Pythagorean theorem."
"That's easy?" James asked, rolling his head over to the side to look at Logan.
"Once you get the hang of it, yeah, it's very easy." Logan told them. "Now the general formula is A squared plus B squared equals C squared…"
James immediately tuned him out, his eyes lingered up to Logan's lips. When Logan stopped talking so he could work, they were parted slightly, then captured by his pearly white teeth biting down on his lower lip. James subconsciously licked his lips. He wanted to taste Logan so badly. Logan started to speak again, explaining the problem to James, but his words were deaf to James's ears. The brunette's eyes locked on Logan's Adam's apple, watching as it bounced up and down as he spoke. James licked his lips again. He needed to take him. "Hey Logie." he said, his voice slightly hoarse.
"Hmm?" he didn't look up from his homework.
"Can we study something different right now?"
Logan looked over at him. "Like…?"
James smirked and leaned towards Logan. "The human anatomy." he whispered.
"What about the…human anatomy?" Logan asked, confused.
"Well… did you know that a passionate kiss uses all 34 muscles in your face?" James leaned closer to Logan, their knees touching. Logan's pale face turned red. "And, did you know that kissing is actually very good for you? It improves your skin, helps circulation, prevents tooth decay, and can even relieve headaches."
"Y-you sure do know a lot about kissing." Logan stuttered.
James smirked. "Well I am very educated on the subject." he put his hand on the back of Logan's neck and pulled him in for a kiss.
Logan had morals. Logan didn't believe in useless hookups. But Logan also like kissing as much as the next person did and this is where James's persuasive skills came into play. While kissing Logan was like kissing a virgin, James still found it exhilarating how flustered he could make the raven haired boy with the simple brush of his lips against his. It was cute. But because Logan had morals and didn't believe in useless hookups, their romantic encounters ended. Not before they got in a few make out sessions however.
As far as boys went, Carlos and Logan were the only two James held any interest in. but girls were different.
Like Camille.
James was thrown down onto Camille's couch, landing on his back. He only had a moment to catch his breath before she climbed on top of him, pinning him down by the shoulders. His eyes widened. "What are you doing?" he whispered.
"What you've wanted all along." she replied in a low, seductive voice. He squirmed somewhat uncomfortably under her hold but stopped when she ran one of her hands down his chest and stopping at the belt of his jeans. He looked up at her, his hazel eyes filled with wonder. "Are you ready for me?" she asked.
James's mouth opened but no words came out. After a moment, he simply chuckled. "I seem to have forgotten my line Camille."
The brunette girl smiled. "That's ok." she climbed off of James and sat on a couch cushion next to him. She reached for her script, as well a bottle of water. James watched her as her eyes traveled across the pagers while she sipped at her water. "Ok, so after I say 'are you ready for me?' you say, 'with you I'm ready for anything', and that's the part where I'm supposed to bite you."
"Vampires are so played out nowadays." James said with an eye roll, taking a water bottle of his own off of the table.
"True, but the plot is interesting." Camille said, defending her script. "And I've always wanted to play a vampire role. They're so…mysterious, sexy…"
"Well, if you ask me, I think you're gonna nail this role." James told her.
Camille smiled at James. "Well I'm only good because I'm working with you." she flirted. "You've always been my favorite acting partner."
"Ah, yes, I do remember our robots and hair model days." James chuckled and Camille giggled.
Camille stood up from the couch, and James took this as an opportunity to appreciate the fact that Camille always dressed in character. The current red corset with black lace, skin tight black jeans, red knee-high boots, and vampire cape looked incredibly attractive on her. "So, ready to take it from the top?" she asked him.
James smirked and stood up as well. "With you, I'm ready for anything." he recited.
Camille smirked and then closed her eyes, getting into character again. When she opened her eyes, James knew she wasn't Camille anymore; she was a vampire temptress and he was her prey. "Are you sure you want this?"
James nodded eagerly. "I've never been so sure of anything in my life before." he took a step towards her and put his hand on her chin, tilting her head upwards. "I want you." he said softly, staring at her intensely.
One good thing about Camille- she never broke character. The brunette girl smirked, revealing a pair of fake fangs, and then gripped a fistful of James's shirt, throwing him down onto her couch once again, her diving on top of him only moments after. "What are you doing?" he asked, bringing his hand up to run his fingers through her hair. Totally breaking character, but he didn't care. He knew Camille liked it.
"What you've wanted all along." she repeated her previous motion of running her hand down his chest and stopping at his belt. "Are you ready for me?"
James put his hands on either side of her face. "With you," he whispered. "I'm ready for anything."
Instead of a pair of fangs sinking into his neck, a pair of lips attached onto his. Their rehearsals often ended like this.
Being with Camille was always an adventure. It was like a constant role play. She was always in a different character when they rehearsed together, the scene was always different, and James was always kept on his toes. She wasn't his type so she wasn't girlfriend material, but she was always fun to be around… and rehearse with.
And as far as exotic girls went, there was Annie.
When she first steps into the ocean, she dives in, coating her entire body in the salty water. James is still amazed that even though she's been a competitive swimmer since she was three, she still couldn't surf. Lucky for her, James was an expert surfer and an expert teacher.
James helped Annie up on her board, his hand lingering on her butt a little longer than it should have, but she didn't complain. He held the board in place before climbing up on one of his own boards.
"Now what?" she asked him.
"Just paddle hard, grab the board on both sides near the front, and pop up to your feet." he explained.
She looked out at the waves, then back at him, smiling. "Maybe you should show me first. After all, I am a visual learner."
James smirked and then looked out at the waves. He saw a small swell approaching and then paddled out, catching the wave. He popped straight up, and rode the wave all the way back to shore where it finally petered out. In the shallow water, he jumped off and Annie paddled over to him. "Very impressive Mr. Diamond." she said, running her hands through his hair.
James smiled and put a hand on her waist, tugging her closer to him. "Anything else I could teach you before we get started out there?" he asked.
Annie giggled and wordlessly placed her lips on his. James's hand traveled up to hair, tangling her fingers in her wet blonde locks and she put a hand on his chin, making sure he stayed close to her.
Student/teacher relationships were always interesting.
Annie was one of the cooler girls he knew. She was your typical beach girl and she was totally chill with everything and anything. She was like one of the guys, but she was all woman. And James knew that from experience. But even though James had "known" her like that, you couldn't be in a relationship with someone who was one of the guys. It just didn't work like that.
And of course there was Rachael, also known as Sunblock Girl.
James's hands worked up and down her shoulders and back, squeezing as he did so. "You're so tense." he growled in her ear.
She shuddered. "It's been a long day." she told him.
"Really?" he placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before continuing massaging her shoulders.
"Oh yeah," and then just like that she jumps into a tale of her day, making it sound more intersecting that it probably is. Her mouth runs a mile a minute and she barely takes a breath, so James doesn't get bitched at for not listening again.
However, when he's had enough of her yammering on and on, he simply places his lips on hers, silencing her with a kiss. This is always the best part of being with Rachael.
Rachael talked too much, but her mouth muscles were always put to good use whenever James was kissing her. No way was she girlfriend material; fling material maybe, but that would be it.
In fact, that's all anybody was to James. Just a fling, or a hookup. To keep it simple, James was a heartbreaker and love was just a game.
Until now…
A/N: so here's the first chapter :D I'm not entirely sure how long this story's gonna be, maybe a two-shot, or it could be a three-shot if I can extend it that much. but I hope you all like what I got so far :D
