A/N: I was pressured into finishing up this waaay old prompt by people on the LJ comm and I felt like, eh. Whatever, I'll post it here too. Short little PWP drabble.
Disclaimer: No. No, I don't own them. Otherwise they'd be doing this daily.
Come A'Knocking At My Door
In retrospect, James should've realized that shower sex with a guy who had a penchant for running into things purposefully was probably not one of his better ideas. But, you know. Watching the droplets of water running down Carlos' chest as he fucks him against the wall? Totally worth it.
It had been the basics. Hey, Carlos is taking a shower. No one's home. Huh. James is a teenager, okay. A horny one. Really. And a naked Carlos? Is an amazing Carlos. No lie. Kid's all biceps and caramel skin and energy. Very nice combination, that. So it was only natural for James to slip himself into the bathroom and peel his shirt off. And then, oh, you know, grab Carlos when he's not looking, slam him up against the wall of the shower and grin right in his smug little face, grabbing everywhere until he's not so smug anymore.
The water's hot—scalding hot—but that's okay, that's totally okay, as long as Carlos keeps making those goddamned noises. Fuck.
"What if—aaah, fuck—they come back," Carlos hisses in his ear. James can feel him pressed against his stomach, but his hands are a bit too busy making sure he doesn't drop Carlos or anything.
"Please. Like Kendall and Logan have anything to say," James forces out, grunting when Carlos squeezes a little experimentally around his dick and his waist. Damn thighs of steel.
"Okay. Granted. But Mrs. Knight? Katie?"
"Carlos. Do not talk about them when we're having sex, that's gross." Really, James loves this kid, but god. He talks too damn much sometimes.
"Sor—aah! God fucking—" An extra hard thrust from James is certainly enough to shut him up. Whatever he did, he did right, because Carlos is shuddering against him, nails digging hard into the skin of his shoulder. He pants wet and hot in James' ear, the water cascading down his shoulders and his arms. When he looks back up at James, pupils blown wide and face flushed from arousal and the water, James is pretty sure that's the damned hottest thing he has ever seen in his life.
"Do that again."
"Stop talking and I will," James snaps back.
Carlos growls in frustration but doesn't say anything else.
James blinks, because, whoa, what? That worked? Huh.
The look in Carlos' eyes is dark and a little disconcerting, but fuck if James is gonna let him get away with that. He leans in close, breathes into Carlos' ear and mouths at his neck, doesn't move an inch until he's whining again.
"Not so smug now, huh?" he breathes. "You gonna come, Carlos? Right here in the shower?"
Carlos makes a really, really unholy noise at that, nails digging into James' skin.
"Right now?"
"Ye—"
"We're home!"
Carlos' gasp is all the warning James gets before suddenly the warmth around his waist (and dick. Most notably his dick) is gone. He hears a yelp, a loud cracking sound and then, yup. Carlos is lying in a really obscene sort of way on the floor of the tub, rubbing his head.
"Ow."
The door cracks open and James can hear a familiar voice saying, "Everyone alright in th—oh."
James stares at Kendall for a long moment, who's got this sort of "I-knew-it-and-it-still-squicks-me-out" expression going on.
He grins a little.
"Heeeey. This looks weird, right?"
fin