And chapter four is here! Which means I just finished chapter five and am about to start chapter six! So, this is kind of a filler chapter, but at the same time not. And there are two parts to the chapter! XD I don't even know why I'm so excited about that, probably just delusional from lack of down time. So anyways, here ya go.
You guys totally need to thank Jakii for this whole story, she's the one who is keeping me on track. No joke, I forget what I want to do with a chapter and she's just like "Hang on...*silence* okay here's what we talked about was gonna happen next..." And I'm like "O.O you're amazing..." So, fo realz, she's good people (and if anyone gets that reference, I will give you my first born child...)
Yeah...and I know this is a little late...I had this all ready to post last night, but I got halfway through the next scene and had to go to bed. I'm even about to fall asleep right now at the computer. But...um...the next chapter is over 5.2k words. o.o So look forward to that next week!
Logan turned the car into the driveway of the temporary rental home they had found while they searched for the house that seemed right for them. He sighed as he turned the key and shut the vehicle off and turned to his husband.
James seemed lost in thought as he looked out the window, his chin in his hand. He didn't look angry, so Logan counted that as a win. But he didn't seem very happy either.
"James..." Logan said, hoping to pull his lover from whatever daze he seemed to be in. "Baby, what's wrong? You've been quiet ever since..." He trailed off as his body pulsed in content as memories flooded his mind. Having sex with Kendall had been, possibly, one of the hottest things he'd ever done since the first time he had made love with James. He didn't know what it was about the blonde with the crazy eyebrows that made his mind go crazy, but it happened every time he thought of him.
James turned and watched him for a moment before sighing and smiling softly. "Nothing, baby." He reached a hand up to cup Logan's cheek and leaned in to kiss him. "I'm just a little irritated that he kissed you. And I'm fighting that rare bout of jealousy that I get every once in a while." His face softened as he watched Logan's eyes widen. Logan had completely forgotten about the kiss. Well...he hadn't forgotten at all, at least his body hadn't, but it hadn't been at the forefront of his mind since they left their meeting and silently drove home.
"Oh." He breathed out, bringing his bottom lip between his teeth to chew on it. James reached his thumb over, pulling it out and grinning at him.
"I know, it wasn't your fault. You were blind-folded. But you know how I feel about that." He rubbed his thumb over the bottom lip again. "It's way too intimate." Logan let out a short laugh, his face lighting up in mirth.
"Yep, because sucking someone else's cock isn't intimate at all." He joked, relieved when James let out a boisterous chuckle, his own face softening into an amused smile.
"You're right." Then he was pulling away and opening his car door and meeting Logan at the front of the car so they could walk into the house hand-in-hand.
They got ready for bed, poking fun at each other for every silly thing the other did. It was how it had always been between the two of them. James had always been amazingly down to earth and open about their whole relationship, one of the reasons he had fallen in love with him.
"I'm still not very happy about the kiss." James commented as he threw his arm over Logan's naked waist, spooning their bodies together perfectly. They always had been a perfect fit. "It's emotionally intimate." Logan grinned, looking over his shoulder so he could partially see his husband's face.
"Have you been thinking about that this whole time?" He asked with a chuckle. James shrugged, a little sheepishly, matching the shorter man's grin.
"You know I'm not as quick witted as you are." James tapped the side of Logan's head affectionately. "But yeah, you know I don't like that. I just don't feel like I can be mad about it, you know?" Logan nodded, because he did understand. There was such a blurred line between what they did and inappropriateness, it was hard to know what one could really be mad about.
"I know, baby." Logan rolled over in his husband's arms, resting his head close enough that their noses were almost touching. "I'm sorry, and it won't happen again." James smiled warmly and pecked him on the nose. "Love you."
"Love you, too."
Logan watched his husband's face soften and his breathing even out by the light of the moon shining in their window. He reached up and rubbed his thumb on his cheek lightly before sighing guiltily. As much as he told James he understood, he still couldn't help himself from going back over the night. Kendall kissing him had been one of the most amazing things he had ever felt. Logan loved James with all his heart, nothing had changed on that front. But the pull he felt towards Kendall was unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
He closed his eyes and slowly let unconsciousness take hold, visions of a muscular blonde holding him in his arms and kissing him passionately floating before him.
He dreamed very well that night.
XOXOXOXOX
Carlos was silent in the car, his arms folded across his chest. Though he wasn't outright pouting, Kendall could see the bitch fit simmering just below the surface. He prayed for slow traffic and red lights the whole way. Anything that would delay the inevitable argument that was sure to blow out the moment they stepped foot in their house.
Kendall's shoulders tensed as he unlocked the front door and held the door open for his husband, usually it was enough to bring at least a grin onto the Latino's face; he loved it when the blonde did gentlemanly things. But the shorter man's face remained impassive as he breezed by Kendall and went straight up the staircase and out of sight.
Kendall sighed, running a hand over his face. He knew he had messed up, but that didn't mean he regretted any of it. How could he when the memory of Logan's lips against his was sure to haunt him until he could get the shorter man under him again. He bit his lip as he made his way up the stairs to try and salvage what he could of one of the best nights of his life.
Carlos ignored him as he opened the door to their bedroom, focusing on changing into his sleep clothes and avoiding eye contact. Kendall exhaled, watching the love of his life move about the room.
"Baby, come on. Please talk to me." His voice took on a pleasing quality, a rarity when it came to the blonde, but the Latino just looked at him blankly and remained silent. "Carlos Roberto Garcia-Knight. Stop ignoring me."
Carlos turned to him with a dark scowl, but sighed. "What do you want?" The words were crisp with hurt and anger; Kendall inwardly flinched.
"I want to talk about what's making you so mad. Because, you know, in a marriage you kind of have to communicate for it to work." He gave Carlos a sort of condescending look that probably wasn't helping matters all too much.
"We only have a couple of rules in this relationship. No fucking without the other present." The Latino held up one finger, frowning even deeper. "And two, you don't kiss them on the mouth!" He held up a second finger, practically shoving the digits in the blonde's face.
Kendall felt the guilt beginning to sink in. "I'm sorry, baby. I was caught up in the moment!" The brunette shook his head jerkily, still fuming.
"No, I realize you've been lusting after this guy all week and you were excited. I get that. But it doesn't excuse you breaking a rule!" His arms were flying wildly and Kendall couldn't help but find his anger oddly arousing. It wasn't often that the Latino got so riled up. He wanted this argument over with so he could show his husband how sorry he was.
"What can I do to fix this?" He wrapped his arms around the shorter man's waist, a pout coming to his face. Carlos continued to glare at him.
"That pout can get you out of almost everything, blondie. But right now, I'm pissed. Try again." His dark brown eyes remained hard and his arms crossed over his chest, keeping a semblance of distance between them.
Kendall smirked and pulled his husband even closer, resting his lips against his ear. "How about you be in control tonight?" The blonde's body thrummed at the prospect of the shorter man dominating him, something that was more rare than anything. And it was bound to be extra rough. Especially with the glare still marring his husband's usually happy face.
Carlos suddenly gripped onto the collar of his shirt and pulled their lips together in a hard kiss, catching the blonde off guard. "You're going to regret saying that, Knight." The Latino growled lowly, nipping almost painfully at the blonde's lips. Then he was pushing his husband backwards roughly. The back of Kendall's knees hit the edge of their bed and he fell back into the plush comforter. His heart was already pounding out of his chest and his cock was straining against his pants as he watched his dark haired lover stalking towards him in the most animalistic way possible.
He was straddled and divested of his pants in record time before Carlos reached up and ripped his shirt open, buttons flying in all directions. Kendall whimpered, he'd have to buy a new shirt now, and that was one of his favorites. He didn't think his husband would be so careless about his clothes. Then again, he had never seen this side of the Hispanic before, and that was saying something. It wasn't like they never fought, but it was never anything serious. He was beginning to think he may have made a mistake in offering himself up for domination.
Then Carlos was sucking on the sensitive part of his neck and all hesitation and second thoughts left his mind. He could feel the blood pooling under his skin and knew he'd be struggling to cover the hickey from hell for the next week. Teeth bit into the soft skin and he couldn't hold back the loud moan that escaped his mouth, even if he had been trying. The chills crawled over his body, straight to his toes and everywhere in between. One tan hand traced down the contours of his abs in a teasing manner that had the blonde squirming from his position under the Latino. Carlos cupped him over his boxers as he pulled away from his neck, smirking at the purple bruise that was forming quickly. Kendall let loose a keening noise as the shorter man rolled his balls around as best he could through the material before pulling back completely.
"Stop moving, baby. Or I'm going to make you stop." Kendall could feel his eyes rolling back at the way those words were bit out, his heart beginning to race rapidly at the threat. His body was on fire from every caress and he was sure if his cock didn't get more action soon he was going to go insane. A smooth tongue circled his nipple before teeth bit down harshly. He groaned as pain and pleasure mixed together, making his toes curl. Carlos slid lower down his body, the fabric of his nice button-up shirt creating a delicious friction against his skin. His boxers were pulled down with quick movements and he was completely exposed to the air, his cock throbbing as it jutted just slightly over his stomach.
Carlos smirked down at him and licked his lips, his eyes darkening even more as he leaned down and licked a broad stripe from balls to the head of his member, making him hiss and other obscene noises to escape from him. "God, Carlos. If this is how you are going to punish me, then I may piss you off again tomorrow." He murmured, his hands covering his face as his body tingled just from the light movements of the Latino's tongue.
"Really?"
Kendall put his hands down and placed an arm behind his head so he could see his husband better, an eyebrow raising at the angry tone the man was using. His face had taken on a slightly more sinister look, and he felt himself gulping in apprehension.
Carlos stepped away from the bed and began tearing his clothes off, throwing them on the ground with force as he glared down at the blonde. He crawled back up Kendall's body, stopping to sit on his chest, knocking some of the air out of him. He may be small, but he had muscles, which added more weight than one would think. His thick cock was right in the blonde's face, the tip oozing with precum. Carlos grabbed himself and smeared the thick liquid against Kendall's lips. The blonde's tongue darted out to taste, grazing the soft skin of the head teasingly.
The Latino growled, a sound that was becoming commonplace that night, as he pushed harder against Kendall's lips, making him take his length in his mouth before he was ready. Carlos wasn't going easy on him anymore as he pushed forward, the blonde gagged a little as the back of his throat was grazed rhythmically. He could feel saliva escaping his mouth each time his husband pulled back only to surge forward again, tears were forming in the corners of his eyes. It was uncomfortable at first, but when Carlos threaded his fingers through his blonde locks and tugged, he felt his cock jump in pleasure and his gag reflex relaxed slightly.
He gasped for breath as his Latino finally pulled off him after another couple of thrusts into his mouth, his scalp tender and his mouth wet from his own spit. Carlos smirked down at him, reaching behind him to rub Kendall's dick lightly before jumping off the bed completely. "Get on your stomach." He commanded, disappearing into their closet for a moment. The blonde didn't dare disobey and quickly moved to pull the blankets from the bed, wiping the drool from his chin with the back of his hand and laying on his stomach.
He couldn't see when Carlos came back, but knew he had when he felt a click around his wrist. Cold metal gleamed back at him and before he knew it, his ankle had the same restraint around it. Kendall turned his head and saw his husband moving to the other side of the bed and click two more sets of handcuffs on his other ankle and wrist. He pulled his wrist, watching the metal move against the metal bar of their large bed, his body was stretched tight to where he could barely move beyond twisting his head.
Kendall jumped as he felt a wetness at his entrance, and could only see Carlos' dark hair as he lapped at his hole, moving his lips to one ass cheek and biting the soft skin there. He moaned at the feeling; being a top, he never had his ass played with much. Which he preferred, but Carlos was wreaking havoc on his pleasured nerves and he couldn't find it in him to care at all.
A sharp smack to one of his ass cheeks pulled a yelp from him. He turned his head and saw Carlos studying his face blankly, his hand poised to come down again. Which it did, even harder. He hissed, pain spiking through his body from the spot. The shorter man rubbed a hand down the curve of his ass, in between his legs until he was rubbing his member, making him squirm, but the handcuffs kept him from moving much at all. He whined in annoyance of his limited movement.
"I told you I'd make you stop moving." Carlos whispered into one of his ears, licking the shell of it before bringing his hand back down and smacking him on his already abused ass cheek. Kendall jerked, and his cock rubbed against the soft sheets of the bed in the most pleasurable way possible. "If I start hurting you too much, let me know." And Kendall's heart thumped heavily in his chest. Carlos was pissed off at him beyond belief, to the point of acting extremely uncharacteristic, and he still cared enough to give him an out. If he didn't love him before, he did now.
The blonde nodded, his eyes half-lidded in lust as he watched Carlos reach into the bed-side table where they kept all their supplied, extracting a bottle with a blue cap. The Latino's body was pressed fully on top of him as he reached, and when he pulled back, he nipped at Kendall's shoulder.
Coldness pressed against him for a moment before shoving into his entrance, pain exploding from that point where he could tell Carlos had thrust two fingers inside him without warning. His teeth clenched as he groaned, his eyes squeezing shut. Carlos leaned down and licked around his fingers, making Kendall tense for a moment before completely relaxing, that tongue was magic and this was just proof of that for the blonde. The digits began moving slowly, scissoring occasionally until Kendall was pressing back as much as he could with his limited movement. The Latino added another finger, making the blonde cringe for a moment as he was stretched even more than before until one grazed against the bundle of nerves within him.
"Carlos." Kendall groaned out as pleasure curled through his body. It was amazing to him how just one spot could elicit such a reaction from any male who was touched there, himself being no exception. He felt a wet kiss being placed on one of his ass cheeks. Then Carlos was pulling his fingers away and Kendall could feel the bed shift even though he couldn't see what his husband was doing. Without warning, something much larger than fingers was pushed inside of him in one swift motion. He cried out and Carlos stopped moving, his feet shifting beside Kendall's hips (which made him wonder when Carlos had become so strong in his legs if he was holding himself above his body so well without moving at all).
"You okay, baby?" He could tell by the shaky quality of his lover's voice that he was straining to hold himself back, having experienced that particular sensation on many occasions. Kendall turned his head as best he could and nodded back at the caramel toned man. This wasn't his first time bottoming to his husband, but it was the first time not being thoroughly prepared. He watched as his husband used his own knees as leverage as he began bouncing, sliding in and out of him at a slow pace. He was impressed with his thigh muscles, and even more impressed with the pleasure that instantly began despite the crucial pain he felt only moments before.
After a few minutes going slowly, Carlos moved himself to where his knees were against the bed and thrust more fully into his husband's body. They both moaned in unison as he went even deeper than before, brushing perfectly against that critical spot within Kendall's body. He reached behind his own body to rub against the blonde's balls, his hips beginning to jerk erratically as he came upon his own orgasm. The thought of his lover about to cum, added to the stimulation of the sheets against his dick had Kendall gasping out as he came. His abused body shuddering deliciously as Carlos joined him in euphoria soon after, his body pressing down on the blonde even more fully as he breathed heavily against the back of his neck.
Without a word, he pulled out and went to unlocking Kendall's binds and collapsing next to him on the bed. The blonde pulled him into his arms, feeling the urge to cuddle as much as possible as he kissed his cheeks over and over. His guilt intensifying as Carlos continued to stare up at the ceiling from his position on his back.
"I'm really sorry, Carlos. I promise it won't happen again. We don't even have to see them again." The words cut his heart in half as he said it, his world already seeming dimmer at the prospect. Logan had gotten under his skin somehow, and the thought of never being able to be near him again was making him feel as if his life were ending. But he loved Carlos, and he would do anything to make him happy.
Carlos turned and raised an eyebrow at him, as if he could see how much the thought of doing that was killing him. "No." He finally answered after a minute. "No, we'll see them next week. Only this time, I get to fuck Logan, with James. And you get to watch." His face gave nothing away to his thoughts, and that only made Kendall feel guiltier at the surge of jealousy that pooled in his stomach. The thought of watching his husband and Logan's husband get to push inside of him while he only got to watch, it drove him insane. But he had to make it up to his husband. They were bound for life, and he would do anything the Latino wanted to make him happy.
Even if it was going against his baser instincts to claim Logan as his. But he would do it, for Carlos. He would not touch Logan at their next meeting.
God grant him patience.