A/N: Sorry it took so long to update this, I was making sure Dreamscape was done and done. I also had to refigure the plot a bit. And sorry I didn't do it with the mass update on Christmas. Herp-derp.

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So yeah, time to go. Chapter 2, away!


(Carlos' PoV)

"Dinornis novazealandiae."

"North Island Giant Moa."

"What's special about it?"

"It's been extinct for over 500 years," I returned, sighing loudly. Logan was helping me review for zoology, but it was honestly killing me to sit and name off birds from the species names that Logan was giving me. We sat at the kitchen table at my house, him holding note cards up in front of me. "Are we almost done? I'm so bored of this..."

"Sorry Carlos, you were the one who asked for help. Anyways, we have a quiz tomorrow over all of these," he replied with a soft smile, holding up a stack of what was at least 250 of the cards, each one with a scientific name on one side and a common name on the other face. "And we're close to near to almost being halfway there. Now, let's get back to business, shall we?" I groaned loudly. "Dromaius novaehollandiae."

"Emu, right?"

"Good job. Struthio camelus."

"Um…" I paused, my left hand moving back to scratch the side my head. Why did Miss Collins even give us this assignment? It's not like zoology is about learning about… animals… um, right. "Common ostrich?"

"Good, Apteryx haastii."

"Kiwi?" Logan tapped the table with the tip of his pencil a couple of times, twirling his other hand in the air.

"More specifically?" He dragged out the last syllable, forcing me to think about it. Yeah, no. Not happening.

"I don't know! There's so many types, I just know that it's one of them." Logan frowned at me, obviously unhappy.

"It's the great spotted kiwi, Carlos. Come on, you should know this, we've been working on the subject for almost two weeks."

"Two weeks isn't enough for me to know all of this!" I replied in an exasperated tone, putting my head in my hands. "I'm so gonna fail this quiz so hard… and how can she call this a quiz? There's like 250 freaking birds on it, we're gonna have to use 3 of those stupid scan-whatevers."

"Casuarius casuarius." Oh, Logan ignored me. That's nice of him.

"Isn't that the big blue headed ostrich-thing?" The brunet groaned loudly, placing his hand to his forehead and shaking his head side to side.

"Oh come on, this is the easiest one!"

"Oh really, then what is it?" I shot back at him, growing angry. That's my only problem with Logan. He always assumes that we're as smart as he is, since he "only sees the best in everyone" or whatever. Sadly, he just doesn't understand that I don't catch on easily when it comes to birds. Or studying. Or learning in general for that matter.

"Carlos, the name is right in front of you. It's called the southern cassowary." My eyebrows furrowed.

"Well how the hell was I supposed to get that?"

"It's repeated for you in the scientific name. Twice." He pointed to the note card, waving his finger back and forth underneath the name. "Casuarius. Cassowary. You hear the similarity there?" He sighed when I just gave him a blank stare. "Look, just trust me, there's a similarity. Now for the next one…" Right then I wished that someone would come save me, and my wish came true almost immediately as I felt a hand on my shoulder. A smile spread across my lips as I looked up at Kendall standing behind my chair.

"Mom says she's gonna start making dinner soon." he said with a smile, bottle green eyes shining beautifully. "It's corndog night." I heard him chuckle at my dreamy sigh.

'Mmmm… corndogs.'

The blond glanced across the table at Logan, who was quickly packing away all of his belongings into his backpack. Kendall's head tipped to the side a bit as he donned one of my favorite expressions: his curious face. "You can stay if you want to Logan, we don't mind having a guest." The brunet continued to put stuff into the bag hastily, looking up at Kendall for a second before going back to work.

"Thanks for offering, but it's later than I thought and I have a paper to write for AP Government tonight," he returned as he pulled the zipper of his backpack shut and hoisted the bag onto his shoulder.

"Need a ride home?"

"Nah, I can walk. It's not that far away and I don't want you to miss your supper." Kendall walked over and placed a hand on Logan's back, guiding him toward the front door.

"Well, thanks for stopping by to help Carlitos with oni... honi..."

"Ornithology. And just so you know, if he's freaking out over it tomorrow, it isn't my fault. I tried to help." I scowled at him and he stuck his tongue out at me as Kendall opened the door.

"Alright you two, enough of that. See you tomorrow Logan."

"Bye Kendall, bye Carlitos," he laughed, dragging out my nickname (pet name) as long as he could. He ducked out the door when I threw my pencil at him, sticking his tongue out at me again since I missed and shutting the door behind him. Kendall sighed at me, picking up the pencil and placing it on the kitchen counter as I walked over to him.

"You two should really try to get along better," he said, arms attempting to go down to his sides. I was faster though, placing my body right up against his and looping my own arms up around his shoulders.

"Kenny, it's nothing bad. Me and Logan, we're kinda like brothers." He raised one of his bushy eyebrows, a smirk coming to his face. He pulled me into a tight hug, hands going to the back of my waist as a delivered a quick kiss to his neck.

"We're kinda like brothers too, y'know," he replied, and I laughed lightly.

"Well, that's different." His gaze separated from mine, looking past me at who-knows-what. I brought my eyes down, staring into his white undershirt.

"How so?" Even though I wasn't looking at him, I could hear the smirk on his words. I think he knew exactly what I was going to do next.

"Well, first, I can't do thisto Logan," I replied, squeezing him a little tighter into our hug. He squeezed me back, making me feel a little lightheaded. I just laughed, moving my head out of his chest.

"Second, I can't do this to Logan." My hand moved from his shoulder to the back of his neck, pulling his head down to my level. My lips sealed onto his immediately, basically sucking the air out of him. The kiss was passionate and charged, yet soft at the same time, and he didn't resist my attempt to be dominant. He never does. His jaw dropped a little bit, allowing my tongue to move in and explore. It clashed against his tongue for a second, but his submissive actions made it slip around my own.

When the need for air became too great, I let go of his neck and allowed him to stand up straight. The green of his eyes was much harder to see, the pupils blown wide with lust and want. And I just kept fueling it.

"Third," I whispered, voice deep and rough, "I know that I can't do this to Logan." My hands left his shoulders completely, trailing down his back for a second before swapping around to the front. My right hand went straight up into his shirt, running over the hard muscle underneath up to his chest to tweak a nipple. My left hand went the opposite direction, groping at the front of his probably now-all-too-tight jeans harshly. His head tipped back a bit in pleasure, small whimpers escaping his lips as my hand moved from the front to the waistband.

"Carlos," he moaned loudly, feeling my hand start to work its way further down. My fingers slipped under the waistband of his boxers, fingers brushing against the tip of his length, but suddenly he grabbed my wrist.

Footsteps.

Coming down the hall.

We looked at each other in shock, paralyzed with fear of being discovered right now. A split second later my hands were back to me and I was back in my chair, pencil wiggling nervously on the page of my notebook. Kendall leaned against the counter, pulling his jeans up a little higher and his shirt down a little lower. I motioned with my eyes to the extremely obvious bulge in his pants, his gaze following my own. Once he realized what I was suggesting, his hand shot down to quickly… readjust… finishing just in time for Mama Knight to walk in. She didn't seem to notice my nervously twitching hand or Kendall's flushed and flustered face, simply smiling at us as if she hadn't a care in the world.

"Hey boys, who's ready for corndogs?" We both just smiled awkwardly at her. My pencil continued to wiggle and write nonsensical scribbles on my zoology notes, a few of them catching my attention and slowly turning into doodle-portraits of me and Kendall with random little pictures of cats and food in between. The blond chuckled, obviously having noticed my drawings from over my shoulder. I heard him take a couple of steps toward the doorway, turning my head slightly.

"If you need me, I'll in our room."

"Okay Kendall." Mrs. Knight replied as she scurried around the kitchen. She didn't look over at him, not catching the wink that he shot my way.


After dinner is usually family TV time, the four of us just gathering around in front of the television to watch an episode of CSI or a movie. Something scary most of the time, as horror or just something bloody is for some unimaginable reason everyone else's favorite genre it seems.

However, tonight was different. Mama Knight and Katie left for a girls' night out, with Kendall and I staying home. As soon as the two of them were out the door, I grabbed Kendall's wrist and pulled him off the couch toward our bedroom.

"Carlos, where are we—" I interrupted him by quickly turned and pulling his head down to my level. My lips crashed into his, causing him to moan loudly into my mouth. When I moved my head away, I smirked at the lustful look in his eyes.

"Now I think you know." I continued to pull him down the hall, and we eventually ended up on his bed in our room. Somehow my shirt had disappeared in the process of getting into the room, but that didn't' matter. My lips attached to the side of the blond's neck, eliciting a moan as I sucked on the salty skin. I kept it up, pulling my head back and smirk deviously when I saw a beautiful dark spot left behind. My hand roamed down his body, roughly palming at his pants. He opened his mouth to speak.

"Carlos, please. Let's—"

The doorbell rang, Kendall face suddenly becoming pale. Goddamnit, why was the universe being such a cockblock today? I released a frustrated grumble. The moment was ruined, the doorbell ringing once more as a stood up off the bed and began to leave the room.

"Um, Carlos. Your shirt." Kendall stared at me with a raised eyebrow, and I searched to floor near the bed. The garment was nowhere in sight, but I did see a glass of water on the nightstand. I dipped my hand in it, running the water through my hair and a bit on my body as I walked out of the room, pulling the front door open when I got to it.

Of course, it was James and Logan. James' eyes went down then back up, raising an eyebrow.

"Why aren't you—"

"I just got out of the shower, okay? What do you two want?" I looked at Logan specifically. "Don't you have a paper to write or something?"

"James came over and reminded me that it isn't due till next week." Logan then scowled at the tall boy. "And when I didn't listen he dragged me out of my house to come pester you two about going to a movie."

"So do you want to come?" James asked, giving a million-dollar smile. I just stared at the tall boy. They had just interrupted the hot moment that Kendall and I were having (even if they didn't know about it) and now James expects us to just up and change… Well, we had nothing better to do now, I certainly wasn't feeling the moment anymore.

"Well, the night I had planned was just ruined, so might as well have an unexpected backup plan." I put emphasis on the word "just", hoping to get the point across. Logan seemed to get it, shrinking back a little, but James kept his smile plastered on his face. Idiot.

"Cool. Go get Kendall, we'll wait in the car." I face-palmed.

"Whatever."


A/N: I totally started humming the song from Mulan when I typed "Let's get down to business." And hooray for dominant Carlos in a Kenlos relationship!

For this story, I just want to make one thing clear even though Carlos said it: no, Logan does not hate Carlos or anything. They have the type of brotherly relationship that is the opposite of Kendall's with Carlos. As in, an actual brotherly relationship. They're going to bicker and make names and faces at each other, but it's nothing extremely serious. Just a joking type thing.

So yeah. Hope you enjoyed, please review, and I'll see you all next time (1-3 weeks maybe?).