A/N: Oh, tonight is such a good night! Me snuggled up in bed with my laptop, typing away on my most recent story, only 16 more days till Christmas! I LOVE CHRISTMAS! I love the time with family, friends, the festivities and egg nog! My mom makes the BEST homemade egg nog ever! YUM!

So, what are you all thinking of this story? Do you all like? I have been getting some awesome responses, and I just love them! Thank you all sooooo much! I had a really cool experience, where one of my readers actually knew of some of the places I was writing about, like Hartwick College, and Capresso's, the coffee shop I have Kendall working at. It has been so much fun talking to her about my little hometown, sharing the places we love to go. Who knew? :D

Ok, soooooo.. Shout out to anatjej- I am her beta, (check out her Kames story "Give Me Back the Years" it is soooooo good! I'm so proud of her for it!) and in our latest PM, she gave me the idea for this next chapter! Show her some love, y'all!

I do not own BTR!

By the next morning, Carlos was a certified wreck. He got little to no sleep the previous night, spending most of the hours he lied awake staring, with blood-shot eyes, at a picture of Jett on his cellphone. If Logan knew what he was doing he would have flipped. Logan hated Jett with a burning passion, even before what he did to Carlos. Logan never had a good feeling about him, and Carlos had always chastised him for it, telling him he just hated not being the center of attention in Carlos' life anymore, but it turned out, like always, Logan's intuition was indeed correct. Jett was just as shady and devious as the genius had originally predicted.

But Jett wasn't the reason Carlos couldn't find sleep. Kendall Knight. God, even the name surfaced so many conflicting emotions in Carlos. We didn't want him, yet somehow, he deeply yearned for the man's love, like he needed him. Carlos scoffed at the idea. He didn't need anyone! He was perfectly capable of handling himself. He grew up being a wild child of sorts, not in the rebellious sense, but the bouncing off a wall, constantly on a mountain dew high even though not a drop of the green beverage was in his system, sense. In fact, caffeine of any kind was a strict no-no in Carlos' childhood and teen years. After graduating, he leveled out, becoming quite mature, but still had the underlying tendency to just screw it and revert back to his younger years. Logan was the only one to ever witness those rare occasions, but Carlos knew that even though his best friend didn't directly admit to it, he liked seeing the old Carlos come out every once in a while. Those trips to yester-years were precious, and few and far between.

Carlos stood, leaning against the kitchen counter, staring into his coffee cup. Damn, why did everything have to remind him of Kendall now? He sees a blonde-Kendall. He drinks coffee-Kendall. He gives a massage-he thinks about how it was to massage Kendall. The boy was driving him nuts! He knew he needed to face this issue, once and for all, or the thought of Kendall would haunt him for all eternity.

He squeezed his eyes shut, and chugged his coffee down...it wouldn't have gotten drank any other way. He would have just stared at it until he was late for work, and dog tired from no caffeine in his system. Stepping into the living room, he waved at Logan who was engrossed in a medical textbook, studying to be a doctor. For as long as either one of them can remember, there was nothing else Logan ever wanted to do when he grew up.

"I'll see you later, buddy." Carlos called out, jarring Logan from his intense concentration. He smiled sympathetically at Carlos.

"If you need to text me, don't hesitate. I won't be in class till 3:30, so just text, call, smoke signals, whatever it takes if you need to talk." The last option pulled a chuckle out of Carlos, Logan's mission being accomplished, before the Latino answered.

"We are just going to talk it though, I'm going to tell him I am not looking for a relationship of any kind right now, and that I just want us to be friends. If he wants more than that, he is just going to have to suck it up."

Logan cringed.

"I would use differently terminology than 'suck it up' when it explaining that to him. Gay guys are pretty much always horny, and not everyone is naive as you, Los."

"God, Logie," Carlos dramatically rolled his eyes, "is your mind always in the gutter?"

"What did I say about gay guys always being horny? That applies to me too, Carlos." Logan smiled smugly.

"La la la, bad mental images that I do not want in my head, la la la. I'm going to work now!" Carlos raced out the door, yelling "La's" the whole way.

"Crazy kid." Logan admitted to nothing in particular, a smile on his face.


By the time Kendall's appintment time rolled around, Carlos hid himself in the back room, so he didn't have to face Kendall until he was lying down on the table...Damn you, Logan! He had to mention the horny thing. Now all Carlos could do was identify all the sexual ways you could take that last phrase.

Now was the time, though, Kendall safely tucked away in the room, ready for Carlos to come give him a massage. The short boy stood at the door, his fist hovering mid air, trying to force himself to knock, but the simple action made Carlos' heart want to beat out of his chest. He could feel a panic attack coming on, so he sat down in a nearby chair, to just get his breathing and heart rate under control.

"You can do this." He whispered out loud, launching himself out of the chair, and knocking triumphantly on the door. He gave himself a mental victory fist bump. He heard the muffled "Come in!" from Kendall so he opened the door, but was confused to not see Kendall laying on the table.

"KendUMPH!" Carlos felt his back slam up against the wall to the left of the door, and the blonde's lips were on his, devouring him like he only had a minute left to live, and this was the last thing he wanted to do. Carlos melted into it, kissing him back with equal ferver

"Fuck, I missed you!" Kendall moaned, peppering the boy's face and neck with kisses. Carlos let out a needy growl, pulling Kendall's lips back to cover his. Somewhere in the back of Carlos' mind, he knew that this was wrong, that this wasn't going to help him sell Kendall the line about not wanting a boyfriend. But, hot damn, those large hands felt amazing, roaming all over the smaller boy's back, and...

"Kendall...Kendall, WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?" Carlos yelled out suddenly, feeling Kendall's one hand slip underneath the waistband of his jeans. He flew back from him embrace, his eyes flashing with anger.

"Carlos, I..."

"You what, Kendall? Thought you could get into my pants? Really?" The words spit out like venom.

"No, I am so sorry, I just wanted to get closer to you! I just wanted you to realize how much I want you. How much you need me." Kendall had a look of sheer desperation on his face.

"I need you? You think I need you? And you try to prove to me that I should trust you by doing the very thing Jett did to me to shatter my trust of the human race? Face it Kendall, all you want is a quick fuck in the sheets, just like he did! You are no different!" Carlos spat, his hands so tightly fisted, his fingernails were cutting into his palms, probably painting his fingetips red with blood.

"Carlos, oh my god, you have me all wrong! I just didn't want to let you run away this time, I wanted to show you again the connection we have when we kiss...Tell me you don't feel it, and I will go away and never show up in your life again."

Carlos just stood there, not saying a word, not wanting to give him the gratification of knowing how much he was affected when Kendall kissed him. But he knew the answer was written across him face. He couldn't hide what he was feeling. He slowly nodded his head. Kendall gave him a tentative smile.

"Now, if you tell me you felt the same thing when you kissed Jett, I will walk out of here and never breathe a word of this ever again."

If he was a good liar he would get into Kendall's face and tell him he felt the exact same way with Jett, and to get off his high horse, that he wasn't as great and smart as he thinks he is. But truth be told, Carlos was a horrible liar. Couldn't tell a lie to save his life. He just hung his head, not knowing how to respond. He felt Kendall's hands slip into his, squeezing them lightly.

"I just want to date you Carlos. I just want you to stop running. I kissed you to prove to you that I want you. I am sorry if I crossed a line. But, Carlos, love...I just want to take you out on a date. Will you go with out with me?"

The Latino slowly raised his head to look the beautiful man in front of him in the eyes. What he saw blew him away. He saw adoration, love, hope, happiness, and most of all...acceptance. He accepted Carlos for who he was right now, and all he wanted to do was help. Carlos' bottom lip trembled as he nodded his head.

"Yes, I wanna go out with you. But we need to take it slow. I can't do any of this fast business. I want to fall in love with you."

Kendall gently caressed Carlos' cheek.

"I promise, Carlos, we will take as much time as you need...You have my word. Now. I believe you owe me a massage mister!"

Carlos laughed, reaching up to kiss Kendall soundly.

"Yes, sir, I do believe I do!"

Carlos didn't know how he knew it, why he believed in it so ferverently, or even when it happened, but he knew that this was the start of something good, and he was falling. Falling hard. He knew Kendall would be there to catch him.

So much for the no boyfriend thing.

A/N: Sorry that was so short. But it is really early in the morning, and all I wanna do right now is sleep. So goodnight. PLEASE REVIEWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW!