Author's Note: I AM SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO SO (there are not enough so's in this but I want to get to the point) SORRY! I know that I promised several of you a new chapter like two months ago, but here's the thing. I got back to school and my computer decided to crap out on me. Just died. It was EXTREMELY depressing. I had everything on there. Including my next chapter and a shit ton of ideas for other BTR stories. (I still have to figure out a way to get those back, gr!) But anyway, it took me a while to get a new computer (I have been forced to go to the damn library every time I've needed one for school and I just have not had the time to type up the chapter all over again.) However, I've decided that I've kept you waiting long enough for this, despite my technological issues. I am really, really, very sorry. And I promise that it will never take me this long to update again.
Also, please forgive the way this chapter is set up. I'm not entirely sure if I'll be happy with the end result, but I really want to get this out to you guys so I'm not doing my usual write-the-chapter-eighteen-times thing.
DAY 1
Surely enough, the day after the wedding, James was lying in bed with a massive cold. Granted, most of the tissues that surrounded him weren't from a runny nose but from the fact that he had been doing a lot of sobbing. He was curled up beneath his covers, his nose a bright red and his eyes bloodshot. But James couldn't bring himself to get up for cold medicine, hell, he struggled just to find the ability to go to the bathroom so he wouldn't soil his bed.
But at about four in the afternoon that day, James had to drag himself out of bed after he had been yelling at whoever it was pounding on his door for the past half hour to get them to just go away. Opening the door however the sick ridden brunette found himself slapped hard right across the face. And when he turned his head back to face his assailant, he was met with the second scariest face he had ever seen in the world: Mrs. Knight pissed off (his mother always came in first over her).
"How dare you," she seethed at him, and even though James could hear the venom in her voice, which she was rightly allowed considering what he had done, he could also see the torture.
This woman had been a second mom to him, coming to all of the hockey games and school plays in high school that James' own parents couldn't bother to attend. And he had turned around and ruined the most important day of her son's life. But at the same time, the pain that Jennifer Knight held in her eyes wasn't just for her own son's heart breaking, but for James' because he knew that he was hurting just as much.
James opened his mouth to choke out some sort of apology, but all that came out was a sob and his knees gave way and he fell against the door frame.
The anger that was on Mrs. Knight's face faded a little and she let out a sigh. She had come over simply to deliver that slap because her son had fallen asleep and for a second she was allowed to step away from him. But she wasn't heartless. She knew that while the entire world was comforting Kendall, and a lot were probably comforting Logan, nobody was comforting James. Heaving another sigh, she reached into her large purse and produced the heaping plate of snicker doodles and passed them down to the crumpled James without a word before turning and leaving.
Eventually, James managed to crawl back into his apartment completely and close the door, but he didn't make it far as he spent the rest of the night eating the cookies with his back to the door.
DAY 3
This was actually beginning to get ridiculous. James hadn't showered, hadn't bothered to look in the mirror – in fact, he was still wearing the same boxers that he had worn to the wedding. And he had thrown up twice, once for eating all of Mrs. Knight's cookies at once and the second time because he hadn't eaten anything else and then decided to chug too much water. He needed to move. James needed to at least bathe. Something, anything.
But there was no motivation. No call from Kendall saying that he had forgiven him. Nothing.
DAY 6
James had finally gotten into the shower on the morning of the fourth day, but he had just curled up into a ball on the floor of the stall, crying. But now, he actually had to put some kind of effort into things because he had gotten a call from his boss saying that if he missed another day of work, he would be fired.
Work had been one of the farthest things from his mind, but it was something that might potentially get his mind off of the shit hole his life had turned into. And so, he showered properly, did his hair perfectly, and put on real clothes. He even remembered to feed his cat before heading out for the day.
He had earned himself a good chewing out from his boss, but again, just got away with a warning.
It was eerie how easily afterwards, James was able to go about the day like it was normal. He managed to give every customer that walked into the high end boutique a smile, and flirted with the women that came in, and any male that was clearly gay. But in the back of his mind, he knew it was all empty.
The day would have ended with no change, with nothing that mattered, if James hadn't decided to walk home that night. If he had decided to call a cab, or even dare to take the city bus, he would never have walked past the newspaper dispenser; he would have never seen that blaring headline: CENTER FOR MINNESOTA WILD RESIGNS.
Upon seeing those words, James had immediately dug out the allotted amount to get one of the papers and he tore through the article as quickly as he could.
Wednesday night, Minnesota Wild manager received a call from his star center, Kendall Knight, with the cryptic words that he would be resigning from the team due to personal matters. No more information could be gained from Knight himself, as he refused to comment on the matter, but sources have reported that his wedding to Logan Mitchell last Saturday had been called off at the alter when Knight walked away from his fiancé for unknown reasons. What this sudden change means for the Minnesota hockey team has yet to be seen.
Kendall had quit hockey? James stared at the words over and over again completely stunned. That boy had dreamed of playing center for the Minnesota Wild since he had gotten his first hockey stick at the age of two. And two years ago, that dream had come true and James could vividly remember Kendall telling him, the night that he got the news, that he would die before daring to quit. This couldn't be right.
If only James had chosen another route and way home, he never would have found himself trudging to Kendall's apartment and banging on the door. If only he hadn't read that article, James never would have had to reach for the key on his key ring that would let him in (both of them had keys to the other's apartment). If only.
Most of the apartment was dark, although as James slowly made his way through the front room and past the kitchen, he could see several bottles of alcohol that had been emptied. Was Kendall even home? Or had he actually died because his quitting the team would have made more sense then.
As he neared the cracked door that led to Kendall's room, he became quite aware of how fast and hard his heart was pounding in his chest. His former best friend potentially lay in that room only a hand's reach away and James didn't know how his reception was going to be taken. But he gulped down a breath and pushed the door open and stepped inside, peering for some sign of life. What he got instead was a very painful crack to the center of his shoulder blades.
James lurched forward from the strength of the blow, nearly falling to the floor. He spun as quickly as he could with his hands raised in surrender. Kendall was standing there, holding part of a broken hockey stick defensively, ready to strike again.
"Jesus Christ Kendall," James swore as he arched his back a little, knowing there would be a bruise, "what the hell was that for?"
For a moment Kendall lowered the weapon, a small sheepish look on his face, "sorry, I thought a reporter had broken in or something. But it's just you…James."
It seemed that it had taken the blonde a moment to recognize the person that had invaded his home, but when he did the hockey stick once more took a defensive stance in his hands and James immediately stepped back from him.
"I know you're mad and…hey…that's the Wayne Gretzky signed hockey still I got you for your tenth birthday. You broke it?!"
Kendall shrugged, "yeah, well I hate you, did you expect me to cuddle with it?"
James sighed, "really Kendall…I come in peace right now…although if you take another swing…"
"What the hell do you want James? …No you know, better yet, give me one good reason why I shouldn't call the cops on you for breaking into my apartment."
Rolling his eyes, James held up his key, "I have a key to your place, remember idiot?"
Kendall's eyes narrowed, "I'll have to remember to change the locks," he said before lowering the hockey still and tossing it aside, "you're not welcome here James, so get the hell out."
"Not until you tell me what in the world this is all about," James retorted as he tugged the crinkled newspaper from his back pocket and tossed it at Kendall. "Why in the hell did you quit the team Kendall?"
Green eyes flickered towards the half shown headline before glancing away as the blonde moved to the nightstand beside his bed to grab up the half-drunk bottle of scotch. "I fail to see how that's any of your business."
"I'm your best friend, that's how."
Kendall whipped around towards him and James suddenly found himself being poked hard in the chest, "no you aren't. My best friend never would have done what you did."
"Kendall, you know me, I…I don't always think before I speak. You were about to marry Logan, and I panicked."
"You fucked my fiancé James."
"He wasn't your fiancé at the time," the pretty boy murmured.
"So not the point James." Kendall groaned and ran a hand over his face, "you don't have to explain to me. I get it. That doesn't mean that I accept it or forgive you for what you did. Now just go find the door."
James shook his head and reached out for the bottle of alcohol. "No, I'm not leaving you like this Kendall."
Kendall reeled back, clutching the scotch protectively to his chest, "yes you are, now leave."
"No."
"Yes!"
"No!"
"YES!"
"NO! I'm not leaving you Kendall!"
"WHY?! Because you think you can play my hero? You think that I need to be saved because you decided to shove a giant ass knife into my back? What do you want to happen, James? You want me to listen to you apologize, beg me to be nice to you again, forget everything that's happened? You want to kiss it and make it better? Or maybe what you want is a good bye fuck. Get the one thing you never could before you're completely out of my life."
James swallowed, "you're drunk, and you're upset."
"Damn right. And it's your fault."
The pretty boy felt his fists clench. "You're the one that doesn't want me in your life Kendall! You're shoving me out the door! Not the other way around! And if you think that all I want is sex from you…"
James didn't get to finish because Kendall had dropped the bottle of alcohol and had in fact started pushing him towards the bedroom door, desperately trying to get him to leave.
"I hate you James Diamond," he growled again and again with each push, but in his drunken state, Kendall managed to miss pushing the taller man out of the room and instead, only forced him against the frame of the door.
For a moment the two of them just stared at each other, both eyes filled with hurt and anger, and then the next thing James knew, Kendall's mouth was suddenly attacking his own. He hadn't been expecting it, but it only took James a second to react. His hand came up to grab the back of Kendall's neck and his lips moved hard with the blonde's. He could feel a clumsy hand pushing underneath his shirt, but he was far too busy sucking Kendall's tongue into his mouth to really react to the touch.
They broke away for air, breathing heavily, with James letting out a wanton moan because Kendall's fingers had found his nipple. "You're drunk," he said breathlessly.
"I don't care," Kendall growled back before once more slamming their lips together.
His hand retreated from beneath his shirt and he grabbed onto the brunette's belt loops and pulled him away from the wall and pushed him towards and down onto the bed. Kendall immediately climbed on top of him, tugging off his t-shirt before his hands fell down to the button and zipper of James jeans, and once they were undo he tugged them off as quickly as he could.
James himself was pulling off his own shirt in a hurry before dragging Kendall down for another heated kiss. A free hand worked the button of Kendall's jeans open and he plunged his hand inside and grabbed onto his hardening cock. God, even feeling that hot piece of meat in his hands made James want to moan.
But he didn't get to feel it for too long because Kendall broke away from the kiss and yanked his hand out of his jeans and grabbed the other one for good measure and pinned them over James' head. "Nu uh, you've been a bad boy," he chided with a smirk, "you only get to touch what I say you get to touch."
There was some voice in the back of James' mind telling him that this was wrong and that they should stop. But the burning desire that had fueled his own erection was ruling out. "Are you going to spank me if I don't behave," he shot back.
Kendall gave a dark chuckle, "no, you'd like that too much."
He wasn't wrong, James thought as he watched Kendall pull one of his hands away from James' wrists, the other still effectively pinning them to the bed as he reached down to push his jeans off his hips, his boxers following, allowing his erection to spring out and slap against his stomach.
With an evil smirk towards the brunette lying beneath him, Kendall quickly maneuvered his way up his body so that the head of his cock was poking against James' lips. "Now suck it like a good little whore because you're going to want it nice and wet – it's the only preparation you're going to get tonight."
Maybe it was the alcohol that was making Kendall this way, but this sight and those words were hotter than any fantasy James could ever come up with to wank off to. Eagerly, James parted his lips and sucked the crown of Kendall's dick into his mouth, moaning at the salty taste. But Kendall was in control and the next thing he knew, his cock was being slammed in to the back of his throat and he had to quickly adjust to the intrusion. Kendall clearly wasn't going to go easy on him if fucking his face hard and fast was any indication, but it made James impossibly hard.
James sputtered and choked around Kendall's cock and gave a few moans here and there. But the blonde didn't stay in that wet cavern for too long as he pulled back and shimmied as well as a drunk person could back down and ripped James' briefs off, tossing them obscurely off to the side.
"Hands and knees," he ordered.
While that disappointed James a bit as he wanted to be as close to Kendall as possible, he knew better than to disobey the blonde at the moment. So he rolled over, putting his perky little ass into the air, exposing his hole to his best friend, and rested on his elbows to brace himself for impact. And surely enough, the only warning James got was a saliva slick cock head pressing momentarily at his entrance before Kendall shoved his entire length inside of James.
James let out a tortured grunt of discomfort, but it went ignored by the blonde who had instantly grabbed onto the brunette's hips for leverage and was already beginning to fuck him hard. For the first several thrusts, James winced. There was definitely going to be pain in the morning, but when Kendall hit his prostate he moaned loudly and concluded that he didn't really care.
He started pushing his hips back, meeting every sloppy thrust of Kendall's hips. Their grunts, groans, and moans mixed and echoed through the room. And with every hit to that special little bundle of nerves inside of him, James came closer and closer to the edge until one particularly hard thrust had James cumming loudly, creating a sticky puddle beneath him.
Kendall leaned down and whispered harshly in his ear, "you are such a fucking slut. I didn't even touch your dick and you came like any good whore would." And with those words, Kendall emptied his own seed inside of James with a satisfied moan.
A few shallow thrusts followed before the blonde pulled out and fell off to the side, onto his back, panting heavily. James remained awkwardly on his hands and knees. He didn't know what to do, or how he was supposed to feel. Everything had happened so quickly and now that it was over, he was slowly returning to reality.
Shifting to rest on his haunches, with a wince, James went to open his mouth and say something but Kendall had already passed out. James had seen Kendall sleep many times, and the blonde always look so peaceful when he did, but there seemed to be a pained expression on his face for the first time. And James didn't know if it was because of everything that was going on, or what had just happened. All he knew was that he couldn't stand seeing Kendall like this, regardless of what the blonde was probably, no doubt, going to regret in the morning. James needed to take care of his best friend.
And so the pretty boy moved onto his back and close to Kendall. He pulled the blonde to his chest, and James began to stroke the sweaty hair that was plastered to his forehead. And it was like this that hours later he managed to fall asleep.
Author's Note: …Well…that took a turn for the unexpected. I had absolutely no idea where I was going with this chapter and it ended up here. I just….I don't even understand how it got there. But I think I like where it went. Although I don't fancy myself a very good smut writer, so I apologize if that is rushed or a piece of shit or whatever. I just know that I want the effects of this to obviously trickle over into the next chapter.
But anyway, because of this chapter, I think I can definitely see where this story is going to go, but whether it'll take a long time to get there or not, I have absolutely no idea. But you should definitely stay tuned if you're still interested. Which, if you are, you should let me know…there's a review button below…soooo….yeah.
And again, I am really, really, really sorry about how long it took me to update this. It won't happen again.
