I'm not really sure what I think of this one. No smut, by the way! ANYWAY, the 'villian' in this oneshot was originally gonna be Wayne Wayne, but I thought that was too predictable cos in every story it's him. So I was gonna pick Jett but I was like NO WAY HE'S NOT TOUGH ENOUGH TO OVERPOWER AN EGG CUP! Then I decided to use him anyway. Let's think of it as a dark, scary side to Jett Stetson!
Lies: Kendall is saved by James, after being totally confused by him.
Kendall was walking through Palmwoods Park, talking to James. Maybe James didn't know, but Kendall loved him. Way too much, and it was completely pointless, for many reasons.
"You know," James grinned. "You have really nice eyes."
Kendall rolled his eyes at him. "You don't mean that."
"Of course I do!" James grinned, wrapping an arm around Kendall's shoulders.
"James," Kendall sighed, shrugging out of the brunette's grip. "Why do you always do this to me?"
"I like making you blush. It's cute." He took Kendall by the hand and pulled him back towards him.
"Stop lying. You don't think I'm cute." Kendall stepped away from James, his eyes straying to the grass at his feet. "You always do this; you flirt, then you tell me it's all a joke . . . I can't figure you out!"
"Why? What do you think I mean by it?" James asked uncertainly.
"I don't know . . ."
"Hey, James!"
They both looked to see Rachael walking up to them. Kendall sighed in exasperation. Wow, he hated her. Mostly because James liked her.
"Hi, Rachael." James's face always lit up when she was around.
"Can I talk to you for a minute?" she asked, taking his hand.
He grinned. "Yeah, sure." He turned to Kendall. "I'll see you later." They both walked off together. Kendall sighed and turned around, walking the other way. He headed past the edge of the park, around the back of the Palmwoods, where the dumpsters were. He leaned back against the wall, letting a few tears fall down his cheeks. He didn't mind crying; nobody was around to see it.
"What did James do this time?"
Kendall jumped and looked to his left. Jett was standing at the corner of the building, smiling.
"Jett?" Kendall hurriedly dried his eyes. "What are you doing here?" he asked defiantly.
"Why were you crying?" Jett asked, ignoring his question. "Rachael won James over again?"
"What's it to you?" Kendall snapped.
"Aw. Well, I hate seeing you like this." Jett stepped forward. Kendall stepped back.
"Go away, Jett."
"Why? I only want to talk to you." Another step forward. Another step back.
"I don't want to talk to you. Just leave me alone." Another step forward. Another step back.
"C'mon, don't be like that." Kendall attempted to walk past, but Jett grabbed him by the arm and pulled him back."Let go of my arm, Jett."
"I don't think I will," Jett smiled, gripping it tighter. Kendall took a few more steps back, attempting to pull away, when he felt his back hit the wall at the end of the alley. Shit.
"Let go of me!" Kendall insisted, actually getting scared of the guy looming over him.
"James doesn't like you, Kendall! There's only me." He leaned closer to the blonde, moving his hands down to push him into the wall by his hips. "And I always get what I want."
"N-no, get off me!" Kendall's eyes were wide with fear as he tried to squirm out of Jett's grip, but he held him tighter. "Don't do this, please!"
"Shut up!" Jett snarled, pulling him away from the wall before slamming him back against it. "Don't you want me to go easy on you? I could make it hurt so much you won't be able to walk for a week . . ."
"Please," Kendall whispered, tears building up again. "Let go . . ."
"No." Jett shoved him onto the ground. "You're never gonna forget this, Kendall . . . I'll make sure of it."
"No, PLEASE! GET OFF ME!" Jett's hands were still on his hips, his nails digging into the skin as he climbed on top of Kendall, pinning him down with his own body. "Please . . ." Kendall was tempted to give up. Even if he yelled anyone who heard would probably think he was joking around. No one would hear anyway. Jett's hands were already unbuttoning his jeans. He just shut his eyes and waited, letting Jett bite his neck and pull his jeans to his ankles. "Good boy, Kendall," the actor murmured huskily. "Glad you're seeing things my way."
"I hate you," Kendall snarled. "You're so sick . . ."
"Like I care." Jett's hands were under Kendall's shirt, pinching and digging into the skin, making him whimper quietly. "Ready?"
"No. For the last time, get the hell away from me!" He felt a little strength returning and tried to shove Jett away, but he instead received a hard punch in the face, the force knocking his head back against the wall. He grimaced at the pain flooding through his head. His eyes widened even more as he felt Jett stripping him more, before moving to his own clothes.
"Stop it, Jett!" he sobbed.
"What are you doing? Get off him!" A pair of hands reached down and grabbed Jett by the shoulders, pulling him away and throwing him aside. Kendall's shaking hands reached down to pull his pants back up before looking up to see who'd saved him.
"If you ever try to hurt Kendall again I'm gonna fucking kill you!" James snarled, picking Jett up by the collar and punching him in the gut.
Jett staggered backwards, looking totally terrified. The sick monster had been replaced by the pathetic pretty boy Kendall had always thought he was.
"Get out of here," James spat, letting Jett go. Kendall watched him run, feeling his whole body start quivering. He'd been so close . . .
"Are you ok?" Kendall looked up. "Huh?"
James pulled him to his feet. "Are you ok?" he repeated. Kendall just nodded; wishing like crazy the few tears still running down his face would go away. "How far did he get?" James asked gently.
Kendall shook his head. "He didn't get to do anything." He looked at the floor, blushing. "Thanks for saving me. I don't . . . I don't know what I would've done. I didn't realise before how strong he is." James wrapped his arms around him, holding him as he cried. "Shh, it's ok. I'm here, and I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."
James. I love you so much . . . Kendall managed to stop the tears and the shaking, looking up at the brunette. "Thanks, James."
James smiled down at him. "No problem."
Like it? No? Let me know! I take requests by the way, so if anyone has one they want me to write I'd love to do it! i prefer dominant James so that might be easier to write, but whatever you like is fine! If you have a request, please post it!