SO! Just figured that I can't have a schedule :D Anyways, I had this on my drafts for like, a week already and just remembered that I hadn't post that yet, soooo here it is! Also, from now on this is Rated M. Not all stories will be, but this one kinda is. Not full on reckless sex, actually this is not even sex it's- Never mind, you guys will find out. Tell me how this worked out because I don't write smut ever, so, I don't know if it's good.
The song is Diamond by Rihanna! I don't really love her but I started loving this song after her Victoria's Secret Fashion Show performance, the story doesn't have anything remarkable to the actual song tho, just the name, because, really?! I just had to.
Disclaimer: Slight sex and language.
You know how sometimes you look at a person's face and you're like "She looks like a Heather." or something like that, some people just have the face of their names. But the most accurate I've ever, ever seen was his. Diamond, James Diamond.
Kendall could say at least ten things that made the name Diamond so accurate to his boyfriend's face.
It was one of those nights that James would fall asleep and Kendall would take his damn time to appreciate his boyfriend's face, it hadn't been an hour that they'd finally settled to sleep, after James insisting on giving Kendall a gift for being such a great boyfriend. And by gift I mean a blowjob. They went to sleep quickly after Kendall returned the favor. And now here he was, admiring the great work that Mr. and Mrs. Diamond made, they might have sucked on the whole parenting thing, but the looks they got it just right.
In some parts Kendall felt bad that James didn't have that much parental love growing up, seeing the many, many nights he'd spend at Kendall's because he was mad at his parents. James was always very independent, even as a little kid he would like to do everything by himself. And, sadly, his parents took full advantage of that way too often.
But in other hand he was almost thankful that they did, I mean, it was hard to see James break down in the middle of the night wrapped up in Kendall's spider man covers because he didn't feel loved. But it made him strong - which also have it's down sides to some people - not to Kendall tho, James tells him everything. But he's the only one. And plus, he can baby James for all the lost parent love all he wants! Okay, that doesn't fix everything, but he has a slight feeling that James is happy with sex all night and surprise hand jobs. He never complained.
Lost in though again, Kendall didn't even realize when the pretty boy started speaking to him. He was in too deep at the way his lashes cascaded on his cheeks and how his hair was all mussed up from Kendall's hand on their previous actions to listen to anything.
"Mmmm, keep doing that." James murmured, scooting even closer into Kendall's neck, kissing and biting there ever so gently. "Why are you looking at me for the past hour?" He asked, his hand running from his side down until he reached Kendall's hip bone and squeezed it.
"It's only been 20 minutes," He muttered smiling, a slight blush on his cheeks that he got caught but the biggest part of him didn't really care. "And did I wake you up? I'm sorry." He whispered, the back of his palm running sweetly on the brunette's cheek.
James just fastened himself until he was half on his side and half on top of Kendall with a smile that could rival the most polished and expensive diamond. "You did wake me up…" He said while leaning down to peck the blonde's nose. "Doesn't matter tho, I woke up with a great view." He finished with a sly grin, Kendall laughing shortly at his cheesiness even though he adored it. James watched amused as his lover closed his eyes, the corners crinkling and his head weighting slightly more on the pillow.
"Such a sap," Kendall commented and James just smile wider, rocking up and down with the younger's body, "Love you." Kendall whispered rocking up at his lover as well.
James gave a slight moan of appreciation and leaned down to capture his lips in a slow and sensual kiss. "Mmm, love you too." And this, this was what Kendall liked this about their relationship, it was spontaneous. Kendall took his time admiring the beauty above him, he was an sculpture for fuck's sake! Everything about James was flawless and gracious, he would move around all day with the posture of 60's actresses and Kendall loved that about him. James exhaled confidence and fame, back then in Minnesota, Kendall knew that independent of his or anybody's help James would get there. He always got what he wanted, from Carlos' lunch on the fifth grade to Kendall five months ago.
You see, he had that special way to seduce people - and I am still talking about foods and dicks, he would convince his friend that the tasty food that Mrs. Garcia always gave Carlos would be perfect with his apple until he agreed on sharing that heavenly smelling burrito with the pretty boy. Both parts. - and when he told Kendall that he wanted him, and he proceeded to laugh in the brunette's face then walking away, he was hurt at first, but decided to wait until everyone would go to sleep and crawled into the blonde's bed, pouring his heart out to said boy. Surprisingly the blonde kept quiet and waited for James to assure him that it wasn't a joke. Taking the taller teen and himself by surprise when he launched himself at James and discovered every inch of tan skin the boy had to offer. James remembered the look on Kendall's eyes, you could say animalistic and it would still be an understatement. Feral, lustful and animalistic perhaps.
They were back in the bed now, both boys looking into each other's eyes remembering, reliving things that happened to them while the rocked and rubbed gently into each other's hipbones. James smiled. Leaning down and kissing those plump and cherry bitten lips that he would never tire of. If you would take a moment to analyze, they were puzzle looking, fitting themselves in every crevice and bump on the other's body, each boy had his kind of different glow, that when together became the most pure and still sensual kind of thing that you can only experience with the one.
Aside of the physical attraction, James would be grateful for Kendall eternally. He was who he was today thanks to him. Even when they were little kids and Kendall would tell him that a life without risks is a life unlived, he would look up to the blonde like he was his own hero. Kendall was with him in the most fun moments but he would still feel the blonde's shoulder under his cheek and long arms around him when he cried himself to sleep on many childhood nights. Kendall was a part of him.
When both boys reached their peeks, they cried on each other's neck. "I love you's" and "James" were whispered in the taller's ear as "Kendall" was in the blonde's neck.
"We were supposed to be sleeping." Kendall muttered after a few minutes of recovering. His arm draped on James' torso and his face buried on the firm chest. "We gotta be up in five hours and God knows how grumpy you get in the morning."
"Hey! I need my beauty sleep." He said, knowing that he was getting a roll of eyes from the blonde next to him. "Plus, it's not my fault you were staring at my beauty." James whispered earning a bite on his nipple. That made him laugh. "Just kidding babe, feels good to be stared at." He laughed a little more.
"Get over yourself, James." He heard Kendall chuckle. He then looked up and with the help of James' index finger on his chin, leaned up and kissed him. "G'night Jay, love you."
After a kiss on the mess of blonde hair he replied with a muffled voice. "Love you too, Angel. Sweet dreams."