Kendall couldn't get clean. He could spend hours in the shower, wash his hands twenty times a day, even squirt a dollop the size of a quarter of hand sanitizer on his palm and rub it in until his skin was a bright red, but nothing worked. Germ-X only killed ninety-nine-point-nine percent of germs. The zero-point-one percent it didn't destroy was left to fester in his body.

The germ left to fester was an organism under the name of Jett Stetson.

Jett infected him, got under his skin and stayed there no matter what he did. It got into his bloodstream and in his mind—half the thoughts that ran through Kendall's brain was now of Jett. (The other half was split between hockey, family, and friends.)

It was irritating, to say the least. He couldn't get it to stop, and eventually, he started going to Jett's apartment more often. Not just when he was mad and needed a way to vent his increasing frustration, not only when he was sick of the world and just wanted to flip everyone off.

Because now he was addicted to it.

"Kendall!"

Said boy had to blink multiple times before he snapped out of his thoughts. If he was in better mental condition, he would've blamed Jett for distracting him again, but his mind was fuzzy and it took all he had to just focus of the one calling him. It was James.

At the glazed look in his green eyes, James frowned, a line of worry forming between his eyebrows. "What's wrong?"

I can't stop thinking about fucking Jett. Kendall shrugged one shoulder in an attempt to look casual. It was a failing effort. "Nothing."

James came closer. His hazel eyes moved over the blonde's face, trying to pick out any signs of illness. Though he found none, his suspicious didn't go away. "Are you sure?" he asked.

I'm sure I want to go up to his apartment, bend him over a table, and fuck him until there are splinters on his dick and he can't do anything but whimper and beg for more, screaming my name and— "Positive." Kendall tried to smile.

"Okay." Kendall breathed an internal sigh of relief when James let it go, but his anxiety was quickly recovered when he noticed James' almost… shy smile. James was always confident; why was he giving Kendall such a submissive expression? "Hey, do you want to do something today? Kelly called and gave us the day off."

A day off? That was big for them. Like big time big (pun intended). Kendall thought of their last day off—just chilling in the crib, playing floor hockey, eating until they were sure they would explode, flirting with girls, and watching movies until Kendall fell asleep against James' side. It was such a perfect day.

But that was then.

This was now, and now Kendall wanted to go to his boy toy and get his fill. Now Kendall told James he couldn't, that he had some homework to do. Now James quickly turned around to hide how his face fell and filled with hurt.

Now Kendall left James again, just like he did the day it all started.

On his second stair up to the forth floor, the guilt finally caught up with Kendall, almost suffocating him with such a force, his whole body stopped and staggered. Was he really going to blow off his best friend to get laid? And he was the one who preached on and on about friendship and staying together. Shaking his head in disgust, he pulled his phone out of his skinny jeans and flipped the keyboard out.

To: James

From: Kendall

u still up 4 hanging out? i have 2 do sumthing 1st then we can spend the whole day 2gether

His phone buzzed a few minutes after, bringing a fond smile to his face. He always called James a texting whore because the pretty boy would always be on his phone, texting who knows how many girls and then obviously him, Carlos, and Logan.

His smile disappeared when he realized that he was the whore now.

To: Kendall

From: James

rly? awesome! :) call me when ur done w/ whatever u have 2 do

And just like that, he was forgiven out of the goodness of James' big heart. As he walked through Jett's door with a practiced motion, Jett immediately pulling the taller boy in for a hard kiss, Kendall knew he didn't deserve the mercy given to him.

But like the selfish bastard he was, he took it.

Kendall threaded his fingers through Jett's short hair for lack of something better to hold on to as Jett continued to nip at his crotch through the denim of his jeans. With the heat and friction provided, he was already at full mast, straining against his zipper. "Get on with it," Kendall groaned, thrusting his hips forward to remind the other of his problem.

Jett laughed, taking a hold of Kendall's hips and pushing him back. "Patience," he chided with a devilish gleam in his brown eyes. "Good things come to those who wait."

Kendall scoffed, ready to throw out a very Kendall-like response ("Yeah, right, you—"), but as soon as Jett mouthed his erection through his boxers the words died in his throat. The smaller boy exhaled hotly and wetly against the cotton until those green eyes rolled back. But it was never enough; every time he was given a bit of friction, the other would quickly pull back and start again with the lightest of touches. He wanted more.

Finally, Kendall couldn't take it.

He removed his hands from Jett's hair, quickly tore off his boxers, and thrust his cock into the brunette's mouth, a moan reverberating from both of them at the action. He kept a fast rhythm of shoving his dick in and out—to the back of the throat to just the head staying between those swollen lips and back again. It didn't take long for him to release string after string of sperm into Jett's mouth.

After release, his whole body sagged against the expensive couch, his thighs quivering and his toes repeatedly curling and uncurling with the force of the pleasure running through his blank mind. "So good…" he muttered, eyes still closed, "just mmm."

Jett beamed smugly at him. "I know."

Even though his fingers felt like noodles, he slowly zipped and buckled his pants, a tiny groan coming out as the material of his boxers brushed against his overly sensitive balls. "I got to go," Kendall said.

"I know," Jett repeated dryly.

Was it just Kendall or did he seem less happy than just a few seconds ago? The blonde just shook his head, forgetting the silly notion. But he knew that until he walked out of the door and shut it behind him, those brown eyes were burning holes into his back.

What do you think of the new chapter? I hope you enjoyed :)