So this was inspired by when they said that I should make Jagan while listening to S&M by Rihanna and Monster by Lady Gaga. Yeah I know this is not Jagan, but since I already had the idea for Jaga, I used it for Jarlos.

Jarlos here we come!

Songs used: S&M by Rihanna, For your Entertainment by Adam Lambert, Hold it Against Me by Britney Spears and Jar of Hearts by Christina Perri.

Disclaimer: What's the point of these things? Everyone knows that if I owned BTR, then it wouldn't be on Nick, it'd be on some porn channel…

James lay in his bed, iPod in his ears, eyes half-shut. The other three were having dance lessons with Mr. X and James got off early because, well, he was perfect. He heard the door slam shut and Carlos walked into the room he shared with James. He glanced across to the bed, and grinned tiredly, obviously assuming that James was asleep. He bent over to untie his shoe-lacing, his ass sticking out. James swallowed hard as he felt a twitch in his pants. Never in his entire life did he think he would be caught in a situation like this, and song that was playing was not helping at all. In fact, if anything, it was making him more turned on than ever.

'Cause I may be bad, but I'm perfectly good at it
Sex in the air, I don't care, I love the smell of it
Sticks and stones may break my bones,
But chains and whips excite me.

James fought down the urge to rip Carlos' clothes off as the Latino began stretching his tired limbs. Instead, he concentrated on reducing his growing erection, hopeful that Carlos wouldn't see it through his thin sweatpants. He changed the song quickly and almost cursed out loud when he heard the next one. I really need to get more non-sexual songs on my iPod.

Oh, do you know what you got into?
Can you handle what I'm 'bout to do?
'Cause it's about to get rough for you
I'm here for your entertainment

Oh, I bet you thought that I was soft and sweet
'Ya fallen angel swept ya off ya feet
Well I'm about to turn up the heat
I'm here for your entertainment

Carlos stretched, like a cat, muscles rippling beneath his skin, obvious even through the vest he was wearing. James wanted to kill him at that exact moment, for almost making him cum in his pants. The Latino continued stretching, oblivious to James' predicament. James hit the forward button on his iPod, hoping and praying that the next song would be innocent. He shut his eyes and waited patiently, but there was no such luck as Britney Spears came on.

If I said my heart was beating loud
If we could escape the crowd somehow
If I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?
'Cause, you feel like paradise
And I need a vacation tonight
So, if I said I want your body now
Would you hold it against me?

After years of hiding his bisexuality, James knew one wrong move could make all that disappear. He would be called a faggot, kicked out of the band, and roam the streets looking for fame and fortune to hit him. James' eyes flew open in horror, and then immediately wished that he didn't do that. Carlos' vest was off and James could see that he had been sweating from the tiring workout that Mr. X had probably given them. Sweat glistened on his chest and Carlos slumped against the wall, his mouth moving slowly, words inaudible at first, and as the sound travelled, James could hear him, talking to himself, even over the music in his ears.

'What was that dance move that Mr. X showed us?'

He stood up straight, before hooking his foot behind him and spinning, landing in a crouch, and pausing, before continuing slowly. James looked at him through half-lidded eyes as he went through his dance moves slowly, looking ever so fuckable. James wanted to show him through the dance moves; he had gotten it on his first try, but no one, not even Mr. X could dance with a huge, painful erection throbbing between their legs. Especially when the person dancing was the person they wanted to fuck. James stuffed his iPod in his pocket, leaving the headphones in his ears, vowing not to change the song, in hopes that it would change into a better one. Carlos spun again and moved his hips side to side slowly. That was the last straw. Against his will, James flew off from the bed and pounced on the boy, watching him sprawled beneath him. Carlos wriggled between James' legs.

'James, what are you doing?'

James looked at him thoughtfully. 'I honestly don't know.' He whispered as he leaned down to meet Carlos' lips. The passionate kiss soon turned hot and hungry as Carlos grabbed James' neck and pressed him closer, and moaned loudly into the embrace. The Latino felt James' erection press against his stomach and felt a bulge in his pants immediately form. James pulled away, with effort and stared into the Latino's eyes.

'What are we doing?'

'Who cares?' Carlos responded, pulling him back in for a bruising kiss.

James let his feet slide from the crouching position that he was in until he was fully lying down on Carlos. His heart sped as he felt their erections brush and he ran his hand over Carlos' bare chest, feeling his fingers slide over the wet skin. He moved them until he reached the waistband of the sweatpants. He tugged at them and expertly removed them with one hand, without breaking the kiss. He palmed Carlos with one hand, the other wrapped tightly around his waist. Carlos moaned into his touch, before whispering, 'I love you, Jamie.'

James didn't respond; he had just realized his iPod was still in his ears. He was about to pull it out when the song that was playing caught his attention.

Who do you think you are?

Running around leaving scars

Collecting your jar of hearts,

And tearing love apart.

You're gonna catch a cold,

From the ice inside your soul.

Don't come back for me,

Who do you think you are?

The song was soft, barely perceptible, but James heard every single word. He sat up on Carlos and watched the boy frantically.

'Carlos! I'm so sorry. Making you think you're in love with me and for turning you on. I'm so sorry!'

James scrambled to get off Carlos, but the boy held onto his hips and refused to let him budge.

'I don't think I'm in love with you, I know I'm I love with you. And I have been for over a year now.'

'So…you're gay?'

Carlos rolled his eyes. 'Nope. I'm a perfectly straight guy who just happens to be in love with his best friend.'

'Oh.'

'I'm kidding, James. Even Logan and Kendall know.'

'Are they gay too?'

'James, you are the most oblivious person ever! Logan and Kendall are the most obvious couple.'

'How did I not know about this? I thought I was your best friend?'

Carlos blushed. 'Well… we thought you would hate us, and call us faggots, because you always say that girls are meant for boys and no one else.'

James sighed. 'I only said that because I was trying to cover the fact that I was bi. And,' his voice dropped to a low whisper, 'Did you guys even consider that I might just have a crush on one of my best friends?'

Carlos smiled. 'And who might that be?'

'Oh, I think you know.'

James leaned back down over Carlos and united their lips. This kiss, however, was slow and gentle, full of love and passion, tongues sliding against each other, hands tugging in each other's hair, feeling the softness on their fingers, and James sucked on Carlos' bottom lip before biting down on his pulse point. Carlos gasped in pain and pleasure as James sucked on that piece of skin, before placing kisses all over his chest, following his happy trail.

He licked Carlos' erection through the thin boxers, giggling as he watched the boy gasp and pant in pleasure.

He pulled down the soft blue boxers and stared in fascination at the large member that sprang up from the constriction. Without any further hesitation, he placed his mouth over the tip and began sucking slowly, giving Carlos the gentlest blowjob ever. The Latino grabbed on to the brunet's hair and began pushing his head up and down violently. Without warning, Carlos emptied his load into James' waiting mouth. James crawled back up Carlos' body, placing gentle kisses all over his chest, and his mouth.

Carlos reached down and tugged off James' pants and boxer briefs with one pull and began rubbing their erections together. James grabbed on to Carlos' hair and pulled him back into a bruising kiss.

James stuck two fingers in his mouth and reached down to lubricate his dick, but Carlos stopped him.

'Don't. I want our first time to be real.'

'It's gonna hurt. A lot.'

Carlos shrugged and James positioned himself over the Latino's entrance, and pushed in slowly. Carlos gripped James' hips tightly as he squeezed his eyes shut.

'Move,' he whispered.

James pushed in slowly, and when he had reached fully inside, he paused, waiting for the nod of the other's head. When it came, he pulled out and pushed back in, allowing the raven-haired boy to feel pleasure. But it was not as pleasurable until James hit against his prostrate. The boy moaned out loud, seeing white as he gripped James' hips even tighter, forcing him to go faster.

'Hit there James. Hit there,' he whispered hoarsely, as the taller boy built up speed, banging against the smaller boy's prostrate.

James grunted as he began hammering Carlos' prostrate. The Latino gripped a hand in James' hair as he pulled him down for a kiss. That touch sent James flying over the edge, and, with one last push, he buried his treasure in Carlos' hole. He grabbed hold of Carlos' dick and began pumping when the boy felt an unfamiliar coil of pleasure in his stomach before he exploded over James' hand and their stomachs.

James collapsed next to Carlos on the ground, breathing heavily. Carlos' hand found James' and he twined their fingers.

'James? Promise you'll never hurt me? Or leave me?'

James turned on his side and cupped Carlos' face, looking into those eyes he loved so much.

'Never, Carlitos. Never. I promise.'

Cargan next? Yeah I think so…