1. "Ready for a Work Out?"

"Alright, Carlos," James flashed his award winning smile toward his friend. "Ready for a work out?"

Carlos paused, his heart pounding with excitement at the thought of watching James do what he does best in the gym. Watching his muscles ripple and flex, and his veins protrude through his sweat glistened skin as he lifted the dumbbells. Listening to him, groan and grunt at the effort of exerting such energy, and making sounds so similar to that of another activity that required a lot of energy.

"Carlos!"

"Huh?" The tan boy blinked as he was brought back out of his thoughts.

"I said, are you ready for a work out?"

"Oh, yeah…let's go." Carlos grinned.

Carlos licked his lips and swallowed hard as he watched James do yet another rep. His hands barely held the weight for his mind was focused on other things. With an intense, concentrated look in his eyes, abs tensing, allowing the small droplets of sweat to run down the grooves that outlined his six pack, James managed to lift the barbell above his head and rest it into the holding place above the bench.

"Fuck," James panted, sitting up slowly and toweling off. Carlos' breath hitched at the gruff and unintentionally sexy way the word came out. "Your turn." James grinned, lifting himself on his feet and gesturing for Carlos to take his place on the bench.

The short man nodded stiffly, doing as expected. When he laid back he was met with the sight of James staring down at him, brunet bangs still matted with sweat and sticking to his forehead. His chest was rising and falling quickly, still out of breath from the previous work out. The Latino couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful sight. "You ready?" James inquired with a small smirk.

Carlos' eyes widened. "…Shit."

Without thinking, Carlos reached up, gripping the taller man's bicep and pulling him down into a forceful kiss. The kiss was slightly awkward seeing as James was upside down, but it didn't fail to send sparks up the Latino's spine.

"Fucking finally," James mumbled against his lips, quickly moving around the bench to get a better angle. "I didn't know how many reps I'd have t do before you finally snapped." The brunet chuckled, leaning in for another kiss.

Carlos grunted, not caring to respond, only focusing on the soft feel of the muscular boy's lips and the dampness of his hair as he tangled his fingers through it.

2. "Come to New York with me!"

"Come to New York with me!" Carlos grinned excitedly at the tall brunet seated beside him.

James turned to his boyfriend with a surprised, confused brow quirked. "What?" The question came out so suddenly, James didn't really know what his short partner meant.

"Come with me to New York." Carlos repeated, the grin never leaving his face.

The brunet now knew exactly what he meant. His mouth gaped open and shut repeatedly trying to find words. "I…wow, um…" He sputtered, rendered practically speechless by the request.

"I mean, you always said you wanted to live there again anyway. You have family there, I'm sure you can find a job there, and this way we don't have to leave each other." Carlos gripped his boyfriend's hand desperately. "I don't wanna lose you, James."

James' eyes softened at the slightly frightened tone in his lover's voice. He never liked hearing Carlos sound so scared. It made his heart ache and his stomach twist until the shorter man was happy again. When he began dating his band mate, even before, he made it his job to make sure Carlos never had to fear anything, especially of losing him.

The thought was absurd, to ridiculous to even dwell on.

"Carlos," James sat up and looked at his boyfriend seriously. "You never have to be afraid of losing me. I love you. I always will. There's no one else I'd rather be with." He lifted the tan hand, placing a tender kiss to the skin.

Carlos grinned at the action. "So…is that a yes…?" He couldn't hide the hope in his voice as he asked this.

James smirked, pulling Carlos close to him, brushing their lips together. "That's a definitely."

3. Take A Bow

The crowds cheers grew louder as the final song came to an end. They each exchanged high fives and fist bumps, congratulating each other on another great show. Carlos looked to the brunet beside him, who was grinning at the crowd of fans cheering for them.

His cheeks were tinted red, his face glistening with sweat, and looking possibly more pumped since the show began. The Latino couldn't help but give into his urges, reach over and swatting the tall man playfully. James turned towards the shorter, grin getting impossibly wider as he swatted him in return.

Carlos giggled, moving to grab his boyfriend's hand, giving it a light squeeze. He still couldn't believe that the simplest touch could send such a shock through his system. But he guessed that's just how it felt to have finally found your soul mate. One glance at the affectionate smile James had aimed toward him, let Carlos know that the brunet felt the same.

Carlos finally broke his stare from the hazel eyes he had fallen in love with when he felt some grab his other hand. He looked to his right, seeing Kendall and Logan, hands also clasped together, the blond's hand taking hold of his own. He gave his hipster band mate a questioning look, Kendall throwing a stern one in return, eye darting to the crowd and back.

The short man's eyes widened, realizing that they were still in front of a very large crowd of teenagers. Carlos slowly turned back to Kendall, mouthing a sorry. Kendall ignored the apology, mouthing 'bow' to both culprits before turning back to the crowd with a large smile. The couple followed his example, bowing to the crowd in sync with the other two band members.

"You two have got to be more careful." Logan continued to the lecture on the bus, Kendall in the background nodding in agreement.

The two men seated on the couch rolled their eyes at the long speech they had heard so many times before. Obviously they wouldn't have to hear it so much if there weren't so many incidents in which they did come off as a little more than friendly. But no one seemed to understand that half the time they didn't even realize they were doing it, and all the other times...

James threw an arm around Carlos' shoulder. He glanced at him, making an exaggerated sleepy expression to show how bored he was with this. Carlos snickered, trying not to draw attention to them as Kendall took over the scolding. He smiled softly, leaning closer into James' body, James delivering a tender kiss to his lover's temple.

Well, sometimes, they just couldn't help themselves.

This is my first Jarlos :')