Hello everyone. Finally a new chapter for this story huh? Say it with me, about time! Enjoy!
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Thoughts swirled around in a jumbled mess in Kendall's brain. James was so close to his face. So close, in fact, the blonde could smell his minty breath. No wonder his teeth were always white enough to make you put on sunglasses. James kept leaning in, and their lips met in a kiss both had been dying for since James arrived in Sherwood. Kendall's heart stopped working for a second, but even if he did die, he could do it happily right now. He got the thing he wanted most.
"Wow," he breathed as James pulled away. Both boys were panting, unaware they had two spectators.
"Whoop, whoop!" Carlos cried, jumping up and down like an excited child. "You did it Ken-Ken!" James glared daggers at the Latino, who picked up the unsaid message right away. "Right, no Ken-Ken," he said, disappearing behind Logan with his tail between his legs. Logan laughed and turned around to talk to Carlos. Kendall smiled at them both. He knew they'd be happy for him if he actually got the courage to do it. But it wasn't his doing.
"I never actually asked him," he admitted to the two boys, who stopped their mini celebration and stared at him.
"Come again?" Logan said. "Did you say you never actually asked him to do...that?" The ravenette didn't know what to call the kiss. It certainly didn't look like an accident, yet Kendall didn't give him permission. "Wait a minute. Kendall, did he attack you to kiss you?" Carlos and Logan were now both glaring at the brunette, who began to feel uncomfortable.
"Look guys," Kendall tried. "James didn't attack me. Quite the opposite really." The blonde shot the brunette a glance. "I never asked him to kiss me, but I let him." And I thoroughly enjoyed it, he thought to himself. He didn't want to tell them that...yet.
"Um, okay," Carlos finally replied, rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to pretend to know what's going on. Come on Logan, let's leave the new lovebirds." Kendall was surprised to see James still standing by his side. In all the confusion, he forgot he was there.
"James," Kendall said apologetically. The brunette held up his hand to stop the blonde.
"It's fine," he said with a grin. "So, you let me kiss you, huh?" Kendall blushed as bright as his shirt. God, he was tripping over his own words now. "Truthfully," the brunette continued. "I..." He stopped and turned to look behind him. "Knew you were there." Logan and Carlos moved out from around the corner.
"Come on James, this is juicy stuff!" Carlos exclaimed, back to his usual hyper self. "We need to know what happens after this conversation." James did not want to talk to Kendall in front of these two. For reasons he couldn't put his finger on, they intimidated him a little.
"I'll talk to you later, okay?" he whispered to Kendall, gently kissing the side of his head. He then strutted down the hall in his usual cool confidence, but inside, he was squealing like a little girl.
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Kendall was floating on air the rest of the day. Not only did he have his dream guy, but he was going to meet him later. Clearly, he had something private he wanted to say. Kendall still had his misgivings (who didn't) but he did his best to keep them at bay. He didn't want to spoil anything before it even had a chance to fully develop. He sensed something off about the mysterious brunette, perhaps about his past. Maybe James was going to share with him vital information on what made him James.
"Kendall!" his teacher snapped, pulling him away from some very vivid fantasies. He wanted to slap her but contained his anger with a convincing sheepish look.
"Yes ma'am?" he asked sweetly, batting his eyelashes for effect. She just rolled her eyes and got back to the lesson she'd been droning on about. Kendall bounced in his seat a little as he counted down the minutes until class ended. Only four to go.
The end of the day couldn't come fast enough for the blonde. As soon as the final bell rang, the blonde shot out of his seat like it was on fire and raced out of the building. He whirled around, looking for a familiar sweep of dark hair. A pair of arms came out of nowhere and wrapped around him. Kendall shrieked, and someone laughed against the back of his head.
"Well hi jumpy," James said around a laugh. Kendall reached back and weakly swatted at the brunette. James laughed and twirled Kendall around so they were face to face. God, now Kendall was getting spun around like a princess...he'd really have to establish his place in this relationship (if it in fact was that).
"Didn't your mother ever teach you not to sneak up behind people looking for you?" Kendall couldn't help the huge smile from breaking out on his face. James laughed and brushed a tender kiss on the blonde's lips, catching him off guard. Before the blonde could fully react, the brunette pulled away, goofy grin on his face.
"Guess it never got brought up at our many dinner conversations," he joked, but something made the blonde wonder what exactly they talked about at dinner, if they talked at all. At his house there was laughing and joking at the dinner table. Was James's family so dysfunctional they couldn't even sit down for a meal together? "We talk about important things," James said, as if he could read the blonde's thoughts. "Image is everything at our house. And while she supports my, uh, preferences, she might not always be proud of her gay son. Or it could seem that way." James shrugged, like the whole thing was no big deal.
"Oh," was all the blonde could manage. What would he do if his mother didn't fully support him and was proud of him...just for being him? He wouldn't exactly know what to do. "Well...uh..." How do you respond to a confession like that?
"Hey Kenny," James said lowly, so only he could hear. "I gotta get going. Mom might actually come look for me." He chuckled like the idea amused him. Another kiss and he was off. Kendall watched his retreating form, too puzzled to enjoy the view. That little confession made him realize how little he knew about his new special friend.
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