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Jett knocked on the door, taking a deep breath. His eyes suddenly widened as he thought of all the possible situations that could be about to happen. Oh god, what if they've got some kind of knife collection in their hallway? Or stuffed animals, or—

Then the door opened and a redhead woman answered it. She smiled in greeting. "Hi sweetie."

"Hi," Jett just managed to get out. He was trying to see if there was anything creepy in the house behind her.

"I take it you're here for Kendall?" she asked, stepping aside and still smiling. "Come in."

Jett walked inside. There was nothing out of the ordinary; lots of family photos, that was it. "You have a nice house," Jett said at last.

"Thank you," she smiled, leading him into a cosy looking lving room, where a girl that looked to be in her early teens was playing the Xbox. "Katie, say hi to . . . She trailed off. "Kendall never told me your name."

"Oh, I'm Jett Stetson," Jett smiled, figuring it might be polite to reach out and shake her hand. "I don't know your name either."

"Call me Jen." Jen looked back at Katie. "Aren't you gonna say hi?"

Katie looked up, eyes widening. "Woah!"

"What?" Jett's cheeks darkened. "Do I have something in my teeth?"

"No, you're just really, really hot. Like, wow." Katie whistled, smirking before walking to the living room door and calling up in the direction of the stairs. "KENDALL! Your super hot date is here, get your butt downstairs!"

"I'll be down in a minute!" a male voice called back. "And stop scaring him!"

Jett gave a nervous laugh.

"Sit down," Mrs Knight said quickly. "Do you want anything to drink?"

"No thanks." Jett glanced around the living room. His eyes tried to spot his prom date in the photos on the coffee table in front of him. But the boy that he guessed was Kendall was no older than twelve in any of them. Maybe they had later pictures in other rooms of the house.

"I'm here."

Jett looked up. And he made a mental note to thank Dak once he saw him. He hopped to his feet, almost stumbling in his daze.

Kendall stood there in the doorway, hands clasped together nervously as he looked up at Jett. His cheeks were pink as their eyes met. "Hi," he said softly, smiling shyly. "You're Jett?"

Jett nodded, finding that he couldn't speak. His cheeks were too hot already. He just couldn't take his eyes off how Kendall's tux fit his body just the right way, tighter in all the right places. Long legs, slim hips, creamy skin, amazing green eyes and a shaggy mop of soft blonde hair on his head.

Damn.

"You two look amazing together!" Mrs Knight squealed, clapping her hands. "I have to get my camera!" She did, pushing the two of them together and stepping back. "Okay, smile!"

They did, and for a moment or two the flash blinded them. Next thing Kendall's mother was ushering them towards the door and warning her son that if he wasn't home by twelve, there'd be trouble. Then she kissed him goodbye and the two were left alone.

"So," Kendall said at last, hands in his jacket pockets. "How's um . . . how's football going?"

"You know I play football?" Jett was surprised.

"Yeah, of course. I knew who you were. I just wouldn't have recognised you if I saw you in school, if that makes sense." Kendall smiled up at him.

"Yeah, I guess it does." In a sudden rush of chivalry, Jett hurried forward and opened the passenger car door for Kendall, smiling nervously. Kendall grinned at him and sat in, Jett closing his door before hurrying around and getting in the driver's side.

"Nice car," Kendall commented, looking around. "Must be nice to drive, I'm shit at it. Haven't even got a learner's permit yet."

"It takes practice, I guess." Jett gave him a reassuring smile, before sticking the key in the ignition and turning it. "So, to prom we go!"

Kendall and Jett met up with Dak and Jo outside the hotel, and the four went inside together. "Don't say I never do anything for you!" Jo whispered to Kendall, making him laugh.

"Yeah, I owe you one," Kendall relied teasingly, poking her in his side. "But don't get too cocky."

"You're not too bad at dancing," Kendall joked later on, as he and Jett swayed on the dance floor. Jett's arms were wrapped securely around his waist, hands on the small of his back. Kendall's hands held Jett's strong shoulders, as they danced along to a song that before today, he'd hated.

"You're not so bad yourself," Jett grinned, pulling Kendall just that little bit closer, the blonde's cheeks turning pink as he did. "So . . . you know I play football. What do you do?"

"Not much," Kendall shrugged. "I like music, I guess. I go to the music room after school sometimes with some of my friends. We just kind of jam for a while."

"Sounds cool. What do you play?"

"A couple of things. Piano is my favourite . . ." He couldn't help smiling to himself at his idiocy. "Right now my friend Lucy is trying to reach me how to play violin."

Jett chuckled. "And how's that going?"

"If you ever hear screeching noises coming from the music room, you'll know why."

They danced for another while, just enjoying each other's company. Every now and then Kendall glanced over at Jo and Dak. Sometimes Jo would look back and grin or wink at him. At one point he turned away from her to find Jett gazing down at him sort of longingly, maybe. He hoped so.

Because Kendall really, really wanted Jett to kiss him. So he leaned up closer, thinking that maybe if he pouted his lips a little or batted his eyelashes or something that Jett might be more tempted.

He found he didn't need that, as Jett leaned in closer to him and their lips grazed lightly together. Then Kendall got the courage to kiss him properly. Something he never thought he'd have.

Jett, with his lips still pressed to Kendall's, moved one of his hands from the small of his back to the back of his shoulders, pulling his upper body closer so they pressed together as Kendall wrapped his arms around Jett's neck.

When they finally pulled away, breath heavy, all Jett could get out was, "Wow."

"Yeah. Wow."

Kendall wasn't looking forward to going into work today. After yesterday, he didn't want to have to contend with that James Diamond again. What the hell was the guy's problem? He was pretty sure he could maybe charge him with harassment if this kept going.

But sadly, he had to try and clear the guy. Charging him for chat-up lines and possible groping in the near future wouldn't help that at all. Kendall picked up his own coffee in the way to work that morning. A large one. And when he got to work, he made sure to focus entirely on his other work until ten o'clock came, so that he could be safely distracted from any thoughts of James Diamond.

"Hey, Kendall?" Tyler peeked in through the door of his office. "James Diamond is here. I have him in the same room as yesterday, but I can send him down here if you like."

"No, that's okay," Kendall replied, sighing and reaching for where he kept James's case files. "I'll go to him. Thanks, Tyler."

Tyler smiled at him, giving him a friendly pat on the shoulder. Tyler was smart; Kendall really had a feeling that sometimes, the younger could just pick up on the feelings he was trying so hard to hide. "Hey, just use that angry teacher voice you got when you're trying to get what you want. He'll be on his knees."

Kendall had a feeling that James would really love Kendall to be on his knees, but he chuckled and grinned at Tyler. "Thanks. I'm gonna go down now."

Kendall held James's files in his hands and walked down the hallway, and when hr saw Beau, automatically speeding up and turning sharply into where he saw James sitting.

"Morning," he greeted as nonchalantly as possible, shutting the door firmly behind him. He saw Beau giving him a charming smile through the window and had to give a small smile back, suppressing a shiver.

"Good to see you again, hot stuff," James grinned.

"What did I tell you about calling me that?" Kendall sighed, turning away and walking towards the table, aggravated already.

"What can I call you, then?" James's lip pouted. "Gotta call you something when you're going down on me, right?"

Kendall slammed his files down on the table. "You can call me Mr Knight, or you can call me Kendall, I don't care!" he snarled. "But do not call me hot stuff, or sweetcheeks, or cutie, or anything! And stop making those remarks, they make me uncomfortable and they're not appropriate!"

James gave him an idle smile. "Forgive me for saying this, Mr Knight," he said at last, "But something about you is just so adorable when you're mad."

Kendall took a deep breath, choosing to just ignore that. He sat down next to James, taking out his notes and his pen. "Look, this is how it's going to work. I'm going to ask you questions about that night, and your relationship with your neighbour. You're going to answer, and answer honestly. Then I'll use your account of the events while investigators gather evidence in your defence. Then you'll be cleared of the charges and we never have to cross paths again. Okay? Got it?"

He sighed with relief when James only nodded, not adding on any irritating chat up line. "Okay, good. So, what kind of relationship did you have with Eric?"

And then the smirk came back. "Well, I'm not gonna lie to someone such as yourself. We fucked a few times."

Kendall's cheeks turned link. "Right, um . . . were you two together?"

"Nah, but we all want a good fuck once in a while, right? And if I'm not gonna get it from you—"

"Okay I get it!" Kendall interrupted quickly, before the brunette could carry on. "And you got along with him alright? Did you have any kind of dispute sometime before his death? Like, up to a week before?"

James sighed. "All these questions are making me uncomfortable, sweetcheeks."

"Sweetcheeks doesn't care," Kendall snapped. "Answer the question."

"See, I really don't understand what the point of this is," James went on. "I mean, I know you're gonna present it to the court or whatever shit, but it's easy to make stuff up. I say I didn't do it, you create a little backstory for me and I fly home free."

"That's not how it works!"

"Why not? Seems a lot less work." James grinned. "You wouldn't have to put up with me, would you?"

Kendall sighed. That was a good point. But . . . "Look, this is the way it has to be done. It just does. I didn't make the rules, I just follow him."

"Oh, so you're a follower? You don't think for yourself?"

"I didn't say that—"

"That's some sad existence, blondie," James sighed tragically. "Spending your whole life following rules, God forbid you might break one. Very, very sad."

"I don't live like that!" Kendall snapped. Even though he did, he realised. He did follow rules, all the time.

"If you're gonna get a rush from anything you do, you need to get ridiculous!" James continued. "Like, for a start, walk on the grass when a sign tells you not to. Or, I don't know, walk in the out door? Start out small, if you must."

"I don't need you telling me how to live my life," Kendall retorted.

"Oh really?" James raised his eyebrows. "When was the last time you went on a date?"

Kendall stopped, realising he couldn't remember. "Um . . ."

"I rest my case."

"No you don't, that doesn't prove anything!"

"Okay, when was the last time you had sex?"

Aha! He could answer this one. "Like, three weeks ago."

"Wow, that long? Who was it?"

"Some . . . someone," Kendall stuttered, blushing again as he looked down.

"Ah, you're a one night stand kind of guy? That's sexy."

"No it isn't." Kendall sighed, running a hand through his hair. "Can we just move on with the questions, please?"

"Gladly. Why won't you date and/or come to bed with me?"

"Okay, first of all, I'm meant to be asking you! Second, I already told you why. It wouldn't be appropriate, and if anyone found out then the outlook of your case could be different."

"I guess I understand that, but what about afterwards? Come on." James leaned closer to him, Kendall's breath catching in his throat as the brunette's hazel eyes locked with his. "Am I that unappealing?"

"Not at all," Kendall squeaked, cheeks red. "You seem, um . . . alright, I guess—"

"Alright? Wow, you really know how to make me swoon."

"Look, I'm really not happy talking about this now. M-maybe . . . maybe closer to the end of the case I might consider discussing it, but probably not . . . I'm just not a particularly social person anyway. I wouldn't be right for you."

"Aww, do you really think that?" James pouted. "What type do you think you're right for, then?"

Kendall froze.

"You make me the happiest man alive," Jett whispered, hand draped loosely around Kendall's bare back, hand wandering over his flushed skin lazily. "I love you so much."

Kendall pressed his lips to Jett's before resting against his muscular chest and replying just as softly, "I love you too."

"Hey, sweetcheeks? You look pale."

"I-I . . ." Kendall couldn't speak. He could feel his hands shaking as he picked up the files and tried to stack them neatly. "Um . . . I think we've talked enough for t-today, maybe—SHIT!" The papers went flying, fluttering down towards the floor. He groaned in exasperation, feeling tears coming to his eyes. But they had nothing to do with the fallen papers.

"Here, let me," James said quickly, to Kendall's surprise, kneeling down and picking them all up, stacking them in a neat pile and placing them in Kendall's case. "I'll get going now. Same time tomorrow?"

Kendall could barely nod his head, but he just about managed it. James waved goodbye to him and left the room.

Kendall only realised it when he felt a tear slide down his cheek; James had left a packet of tissues on the table. He glanced over his shoulder and saw James standing outside the door, by the windows. He gave him a gentle smile, blew him a kiss, and set off down the hallway.

Kendall dried his eyes and tried not to think about the memories, tearing him apart from the inside out.