Just a chapter full of kames goodness...you know you love it ;D

"I was at a costume party," Kendall said to the man standing next to them in the elevator of James' apartment complex. The stranger had given him one long puzzled look, from his face, down his leather suit, to his boots. "This guy," he clapped James' shoulder in the friendliest manner he could manage, "picked me up and drove me here."

However, James knew this man, he lived on the floor below. So the stranger grinned and said, "Jay, you never told me you had a new boyfriend."

"He's not my . . ." James trailed off feebly. Then his face lit up in a bright grin. "You're right. Sorry man, I shouldn't keep secrets like that from you, right?" He wrapped an arm about Kendall's slim waist and pulled him close, pressing a light kiss to his cheek. "This is my baby, Kevin. He's from Burbank."

"Burbank, nice!" the guy praised, eyeing Kendall appreciatively. "So, tell me. Do you dress like this all the time?"

Kendall, upon thinking of a million different murder methods for his fellow elevator companions, smiled sweetly and said, "Only at these kinds of parties. My friends and I are big into video game culture."

"Lucky for me, right?" James joked, making a show of slapping the palm of his hand against Kendall's leather-clothed ass. Kendall jumped, letting out a squeak and turning to give James a look.

"Jamie!" he laughed, playfully slapping James' arm. "Please, not in public!"

"Sorry, baby," James replied smoothly, nuzzling up close to him. Hey, he was only human. Might as well enjoy this for as long as he could.

The elevator stopped and the doors slid open. The stranger waved goodbye and left, and as soon as the doors shut, James stepped back quickly against the wall, for fear of his life. Kendall folded his arms and scowled at him. James gave a feeble shrug. "Hey, I figured it'd be better to just go along with it. Don't you agree?"

Kendall rolled his eyes. "Whatever. Touch my ass again, and I'm gonna cut off a finger." His face lit up in an adorable grin. "I'll let you choose which one, just to be nice."

James held his hands close to his body and clamped his lips shut, nodding to show he understood. When the elevator opened, Kendall pried one of his hands from his side and held it in his, walking out into the hallway. "Now that you've started this charade, we've gotta go along with it. Got any flatmates?"

When James shook his head, Kendall sighed in relief. "Good. Come on, show me the way."

Once they were safely inside the apartment, James locked the door firmly and looked around, to see Kendall walking around the adjoined living room and kitchen, before continuing down towards the bedrooms and bathroom. "The place is nice!" he complimented. "It's spacious but it's not too big, right?"

James nodded, following him down the hallway. "What's your place like?"

Kendall sighed, shrugging. "I don't really have one, so to speak. I travel a lot."

James frowned. "But what about when you have time off, where do you stay then?"

"I do have a small place in Minnesota . . ." Kendall scratched behind his ear, looking around. "But it's nothing special. Just the house I grew up in, nobody lives there now."

Ah. So that was why Minnesoata was familiar to him. James nodded and smiled, deciding it would be best if he didn't ask any more questions. "Okay, you'll be sleeping here." James opened the door to the spare bedroom. "Want me to get you something to wear?"

Kendall nodded. "That'd be great, thanks."

James went into his room and straight to his drawers, opening them up. A simple t-shirt would do him fine, and . . . James pulled out a pair of black jeans. He hadn't worn them in a while, they were a bit tight on him now. But smiling to himself and sighing because he really was getting pervy about this, he bet they'd fit Kendall perfectly. He brought the clothes back and handed them to Kendall, who got off the bed and took them, smiling gratefully. "Thank you."

"No problem." Seeing Kendall turn around towards the bed, with his back to him and taking his boots off, James walked towards the door. As his hand brushed off the handle, he stopped. Don't do it James, don't get any creepier. His hand trembled slightly, and before he could stop himself, he turned himself invisible and shut the door pointedly, so Kendall would've heard it. Then he just stood there, and watched. Why did he have to be such a creep?!

Kendall unzipped his suit and started tugging it down. He peeled it off his arms, tugging it down his chest and stomach. God, he had a great body. He was slim, and James could see the defined muscles in his chest and abdomen, but he wasn't as built as James was. Pretty much flawless, in other words. Kendall tugged the suit down over his hips, and down his legs, bending down to pry it off from around his feet and push it aside. All he'd been wearing underneath was a little pair of boxer briefs. James smiled wistfully to himself. Love me, you dumbass spy. Is that too much to ask?!

Kendall tugged the t-shirt on over his head, straightening it up, before turning and looking in the direction of the door. And of James. James stiffened, praying Kendall wouldn't suspect anything.

But then Kendall sighed, taking a step forward. He gave a small smile, the kind of exasperated grin a parent would give their child after hearing one of their silly stories. "James, seriously. Your breathing hasn't improved."

James groaned, making himself visible again. "Seriously?! How long have you known?"

"Since my suit was about," Kendall drew his forefinger across his his torso, right under his pecs. "Here."

James swallowed, looking down. His cheeks burned. "I'm sorry . . ."

Kendall just rolled his eyes, not seeming to care that he was just wearing a t-shirt and his underwear. James would never, ever admit, especially now, how hot he thought it looked. He opened the door and pushed James out. "Go on, let me put on your jeans in peace. Go cook me something or whatever, neither of us have eaten today."

"Got any allergies?" James called through the closed door.

"Nope! I'm all good!"

James walked out into the kitchen and opened the refrigerator, looking through the food he had. After some deliberation, he decided to fry the chicken breasts he found and stick some of his freezer potatoes in the oven. He took out his frying pan and turned on the oven, getting to work. After a minute or two, Kendall walked out to join him. James had been right about the jeans; they fit him tightly, but not too tight. "How's the cooking going, head chef?"

"Pretty basic stuff," James replied, prodding at the two pieces of chicken in the pan. "I might have some veggies in there too, string beans or something . . ."

Soon after, the two sat down on the couch with their food, James running to fetch his only bottle of red wine and two glasses. After they finished eating, they just watched tv quietly and finished the bottle off between them, laughing and joking together. "It's very different to see you with a sense of humour," James commented, chugging down the last of the wine in his glass and groaning when he realised there was no more.

"I do so have a sense of humour!" Kendall protested, downing his own drink and somehow managing to place the glass back on the coffe table. His feet were folded up underneath him, his elbow rested on the back of the couch as he veered forward slightly in James' direction. "I'm the funniest person I know!"

James threw his head back and roared with laughter. "Mhm, riiigghhtt. All you do is tell me off—"

"Well you hit on me all the time—"

"Because you're freaking gorgeous, like with that body and your face, and all that stuff—"

"I've got big eyebrows~"

"Sexy eyebrows! Plus you've got that whole badass thing going on that just makes me wanna take you—"

"Take me where?" Kendall giggled.

James scooted closer, deepening his voice and saying darkly, "To my bed."

For a moment, James felt the weight of a warm body on top of him. At first, he thought Kendall was going to grip his throat and strangle him. But he felt his hands clutching onto his hair and a hot mouth slammed against his.

Fucking finally.

At first, it wasn't much of a kiss. Just their open mouths smushed together with a clash of tongue and teeth on the mix. Then they slowed down, and James looped his arms around to grip the small of Kendall's back to grind their lower bodies together. Kendall gave a low moan and tugged on his hair, before James hoisted him up in his arms and carried him into his room, dropping him onto the bed.

James kicked off his shoes and socks and jumped onto the bed after him, the mattress bouncing Kendall and making him giggle delightedly. "God, I love you wearing my clothes," James moaned, yanking the shirt up over Kendall's head. "But right now I want you out of them."

"No problem," Kendall replied breathlessly, tugging his clothes off with hurried and sloppy movements, before shoving James onto his back and crawling on top of him, taking his shirt off and pressing his lips and tongue against his chest. James moaned loudly, hand running through Kendall's soft hair as the blond's tongue wandered over his skin, flicking over his left nipple, before moving to his right.

James' hands unbuttoned his jeans hastily and he lifted his hips, trying to tug them down. Kendall laughed and reached to give him a hand, hands moving back up to tug at the James' boxers while the brunet kicked his jeans off and let them slip to the floor. James let him, stopping to just observe the beautiful man sprawled on top of him. Kendall had one of the most defined v-lines he'd ever seen, his eyes darting back and forth between his hips before his eyes focused on Kendall's hard dick arching up against his stomach. He reached out and gave it s tug. Kendall keened, (which James never thought he'd hear) and yanked James' boxers down without a second thought.

"Woah woah, easy," James chuckled, gripping Kendall's hips and lifting him up, as the blond tried to slam down on top of his dick. "Go to the bottom drawer."

Kendall did as he asked, opening the bottom drawer of the nightstand and fishing out a bottle of lube and a condom. James took the lube from Kendall ad spilled some out onto his fingers, before sliding his hand around and pressing his forefinger up into Kendall's hole. Kendall let out one of the hottest sounds James had ever heard, his fingernails dragging slightly down James' chest in reaction. It stung a little, but he decided to ignore it and slid another finger into the blond, who seemed perfectly willing to take more, hips rocking back against James' hand.

Kendall ripped open the wrapper with his teeth, and rolled the condom onto James' dick before taking some lube from the bottle and slowly stroking his hand up and down. James gave a low moan, fingers stabbing up against Kendall's prostate and scissoring before he took them out completely and yanked Kendall forward. Bracing himself with his hands on James' shoulders and James' hands firmly gripping his hips, Kendall slowly slid down onto James' cock. His hold on James'shoulders tightened, his hips quivering.

"Okay?" James breathed, hands sliding over Kendall's back and thighs.

Kendall nodded, cheeks puffing out as he took a few deep breaths. "Yeah . . . it's just been a while." He sat still for another few seconds, before slowly rising up until only the head of James' dick was inside of him, before sinking back down. The two men let out loud moans as Kendall started a rhythm, hips moving up and down and gyrating in James' lap. James ran a hand up through Kendall's hair as the blond tilted his head back and moaned louder, bouncing faster with James' tip jabbing hard off his sweet spot.

When Kendall had said he hadn't had sex in a while, he obviously wasn't kidding. He was so hot and tight, fitting him like a glove. Sweat glistened on Kendall's pale chest, his bangs tossed as he moved, his mouth hanging open. God, he was so gorgeous.

James slid his arms around Kendall's waist, pulled their bodies flush together, and flipped them, Kendall's legs jutting out on either side of his waist before he draped them over the brunet's lower back. James gripped Kendall's hips tightly in his hands and started to slam in against him, Kendall throwing his head back and full on screaming, hands clawing at James' back. James grunted when Kendall's hand yanked at his hair, thrusting harder, but he could feel himself getting close. He panted, movements becoming uneven. He quickly reached out and wrapped his hand around Kendall's dick, stroking it from base to tip a few times, until Kendall let out a shaky groan and came all over their chests, head lolling back against the pillows.

Feeling Kendall's hole constrict around him, James thrust in one more before he came too. Once he could the energy, he pulled out and tugged the condom off, throwing it in the trash can by his bed. He then lay down beside Kendall, afraid to cuddle him or touch him in any way. He didn't want to scare him off.

At last, Kendall leaned up on his elbows and turned to look at him. He raised his eyebrows and said, "So tell me, what did that neighbour mean by a new boyfriend? Is that a regular occurrence for you?"

"Not at all," James replied sheepishly. "You're the only one for me, oh sweet one . . .?"

Kendall laughed, lying back again on the pillows and reaching for the covers, wrapping them around his body. He smiled softly. "That was tiring . . ."

"But awesome."

"You know, I could really do with a cup of coffee . . ."

"I'm not your slave."

"True, but you did finally get me in bed with you."

James gave a disgruntled sigh, getting up. There'd be time for questions later, as to what the hell they were now. "I'll make coffee." He headed towards the door.

"Thanks, Bandana Man," Kendall chuckled. James turned to glance at where he lay on the bed, still wrapped in the sheets. Then Kendall smirked and said, "You know, when you get back, you might get a little something in return . . ."

James was out of the room before he could say another word.