Ok, so y'all need to be gracious, this is my first fic in a LONGGGGGG time, like five years long time, pre-BTR long time. Back then I was pretty well known in the Stargate part of this website, and I NEVER EVER wrote a slash... But Kenlos...Ugh, adorable! I'm very much straight, and I wanna marry Carlos, but I do love reading Kenlos fics, and I have no clue why? Anyway, read and review! I wanna hear what you all think!

Ps. Just a warning, there will be graphic sex in later chapters!

CARLOS...

"Woo Hoo!" Whenever they sang this song on stage, Carlos felt as though electricty was shooting in about a million different directions, Window's Down got the crowd going so wild. He couldn't blame them...it really was a very catchy song. Even with his ear blocks, it was hard to hear his band mates over the squeals, screams, wails, and insane crying of about three thousand hysterical girls. He was fairly sure it broke the sound barrier. Looking over at his band mates, he was yet again in awe of the synchronicity and flewidity him and his boys had accomplished after years of being together.

"Everybody knows that I want ya, if you want me, baby show me!" Logan had his fist shoved against his chest, his eyes glued shut, throwing his heart into this song, and god it sounded good! That boy can sing! Then his eyes fell upon Kendall...It sounded so cliche' but Carlos felt his heart jolt at the sight of him. Those huge green eyes sparkled with adrenaline, a huge smile plastered on his face, waving at the crowd. And he was wearing that outfit. The black skinny jeans, dark blue v-neck T, with a black leather jacket. Swallowing hard, Carlos started to sing his part, fully aware that his jeans were getting tight...Too tight. Oh shit, this is so not happening right now! Down boy, DOWN! But it wasn't working, and all he could do is hope that no one was noticing that he had a raging hard on. He fumed at himself in his head, Seriously, Carlos? Really, you are gunna let the sight of Kendall do this to you? He is just so damn sexy. NO! Kendall is a boy. I like girls. Girls are sexy, Kendall is not...Then why does he make me feel like this? Carlos had honestly never been even remotely attracted to a guy before, and the fact that he was now on stage with a woody only confused him more. As Kendall launched into his solo part, James looked over at Carlos and smiled, but that smile quickly faded and his eyes went wide. Carlos uncomfortably shifted and grimaced. James shook his head, and mouthed,

"DUDE! WHAT THE HELL?" Carlos shrugged his shoulders and blushed, and when he looked out at the crowd, all cameras seemed to be pointed at him, and he swore they were whistling. He practically threw his microphone into Logan's hand, and ran off stage. The music came to a schreeching hault. He could hear Kendall speak to the crowd,

"Ummmm, sorry everyone, I'll be right back, somethin' is wrong with my buddy Carlos, and I gotta go find out what just happened. Logan and James will keep everyone entertained!" With that Kendall ran off stage in pursuit of his friend. By that time, Carlos had made it to his dressing room, and was now pacing. He didn't dare relieve himself, because unfortunately his door didn't lock, and since everyone here is so much like a family, knocking went out of style ages ago. He didn't need any more embarrassment than what he just went through. Sure enough, the man of the hour stumbled through the door. Carlos turned his back to his friend so he wouldn't see.

"Kendall, just go away, I'll be right back out!"

"What the hell happened out there, Carlitos? One second you were singing, the other you were running off stage. Now, c'mon what's going on?"

"Kendall, I'm fine, seriously, just go back out there."

"Carlos, I'm not leaving till I find out what's wrong."

"Kendall-"

"This is not up for debate, turn around and tell me what's wrong." The blonde persisted. Carlos groaned in annoyance, and whipped around.

"This. This is why I ran off stage." Kendall stood puzzled for a moment, that is until he saw the tent in the front Carlos' pants.

"Oh. Wow. I can't unsee that, yeah, ummm...wow."

"So that's all you can say, Ken? Wow? What, are you impressed?"

"No..."Kendall awkwardly scratched his head, "Just...surprised is all. Why didn't you just...you know..."

"Jerk off?" Carlos blurted out, "Well, I assumed someone would burst through the door without knocking, and well, it looks like I assumed right. I've just been trying to walk it off."

Kendall shyly kicked at the floor with his converse-clad toe, and asked, "So, awkward moment, why the hell are you hard?"

Carlos tangled his fingers in his hair, not knowing what to say.

"Fuck, Kenny, I don't know. These things just...happen sometimes...No rhyme or reason, they just do. You're a dude, you know that."

"Yeah, but not since like the fourth grade. Now, when I get hard, it is usually for a pretty damn good reason. Was it the adrenaline? Tonight has been an amazing show."

"That's probably why. The crowd got me a little too excited, I guess." He hated that he was lying through his teeth to his best friend, but he was not about to reveal to the gorgeous boy in front of him the real reason why.

"Well, I'll stand guard outside your dressing room, you take care of...that. Then we can get our asses back out on stage." The thought jerking off, separated from Kendall by only a door, made him moan and his dick stand at attention. He would rather he be in here with him sucking his aching cock down his throat, but just knowing he was nearby was pretty damn hot!

"Ok..." As the blonde started walking away, Carlos called out, "Oh, and Kendall!" He turned to the caramel skinned boy, and lifted an eyebrow.

"Thanks buddy!" He flashed him a million watt smile.

"What are friends for? Just hurry up and get your horny ass back out there. And don't forget your helmet. The girls go crazy over the helmet." Carlos picked up the black head gear, put it on and gave it his signature double tap.

"That's my boy!" Kendall winked and closed the door.