In a choked voice, Kendall muttered, "James."
Jo rolled her dark-rimmed eyes at her husband's blatant ignorance. "No, sweetie," she corrected in a less than sweet tone, "that's Jamez. He's only the biggest thing that hit Broadway since Barbra Streisand!"
Kendall didn't answer. The words basically flew through his ears without registering. Because he may have not known who Barbra Streisand was or anything about Broadway, but he knew James Diamond. And he was standing there on that brightly lit stage, shining like a star.
The blonde's mouth opened in a silent gasp when those dark hazel eyes seemed to meet his own emerald, the smirk on James' face widening. And then the bastard winked straight at him.
Oh.
Apparently, Kendall Jr. wanted a better look at the show, standing at full attention to catch any more winks the brunette might send.
Kendall squirmed in his seat, his pants suddenly too tight, his position suddenly too uncomfortable, and his face suddenly flushed. Anxiously, he glanced around, but with the dimmed lights and Jo too busy drooling over James (or as she called him Jamez), no one else seemed to notice his little (big) problem.
Then Jett leaned over to him. "Isn't theatre exciting?" he asked, and even in the shadows of the theatre room Kendall could make out something like an eager gleam in his darkened eyes; his dark eyes that were trained on Kendall's lap…
The blonde turned to deny it, but the words died in his throat when he saw the huge bulge in the other man's pants.
Oh, God.
He really needed that bathroom break now.
As soon as the lights were brightened in the large room, Kendall was out of his seat and running (somewhat awkwardly) to the nearest bathroom, crying victoriously, "Freedom!"
Which was long overdue, because his cock was still painfully (James had taken his shirt off many times in the play), painfully (James had stared at Kendall the whole time with dark, hazel eyes), painfully (James was damn hot) hard.
Plus, Jett had tried on more than one occasion to offer his special services to help the blonde. "Come on, Kendall! It's just like football!" he had exclaimed again.
Yeah. It was official.
Kendall had no idea what kind of football Jett was watching.
But his wife pulled him back by the material of his suit jacket. "Kendall, no," she rebuked sternly and instantly, it was like Kendall was a seven-year-old again, getting a time out for being mean to Katie. (His penis waned at the picture.) "We're not leaving yet!"
"Why not?" he groaned. Frankly, he just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. The whole James thing was a fluke; it had to be. This time, he'd be out of his life forever.
Jett held up a couple passes in his right hand, smirking smugly. "I'm a VIP, of course. That means very important person, if you didn't know," Jett added in Kendall's direction to which the blonde rolled his eyes. Jackass.
Kendall snapped impatiently, "So what?"
"So we're meeting the star!"
The star's eyes flitted over each of his company humorously, like he was desperately trying not to laugh while Kendall desperately tried blush or sweat. (Only one was seceding.) Finally, James' gaze stopped on the woman in the red dress. He took her hand, kissed it sweetly, and said suavely, "Hello, Beautiful."
Jo immediately blushed, giggling like a school girl. "Oh my gosh, I love you!" the girl gushed animatedly. "Like love, love you. I have ever since I was sixteen."
"Well, I'm always grateful for a fan." James smiled a million dollar grin. "Would you like me to sign your tits?"
"NO!" Kendall yelled at the same time his wife made a soft syllable sounding suspiciously like "yes!" Angrily, the green-eyed man's face flushed.
"Well, I'll just let thehappy couple work that out," James joked, maliciously amused twinkle dancing in his eyes. Oh, the fun that came along with that blonde. He turned to Jett. "Would you like a signature?"
"Yeah," Jett answered, unbuckling his belt, "and I know the perfect spot!"
"NO!" Kendall yelled again. Again, his sculpted face flushed a rosy shade; he continued with a quick, "S-sorry! We have to go now! You know, traffic and all that, right? Let's go!" Collecting Jo and Jett rapidly, Kendall started towing them out of the dressing room, ignoring the whines from his wife and the groans from Jett.
Before the blonde could leave, James grabbed his arm and pulled him back in, shutting the door in the other two's faces without a second thought.
"Dude," he started, losing the mask of the famous Jamez, "your wife would so let me fuck her. It's so obvious it's not even funny!" Despite his words, James let out a loud laugh more like a fucking purr than anything else: a rumbling, seductive sound from deep in his chest.
Kendall slammed him against the wall. "Shut up," he said darkly in a threat that James, of course, ignored.
"Aw, sorry, Kenny. My mistake. Your wife and your friend would so let me fuck them." James leaned in, his breath warm against the shell of the blonde's ear. "I'd even let you join."
"You. Are. Not. Touching. Her." Every word from the green-eyed man was spat as Kendall smoldered at the actor. Then, almost as an afterthought; "Or him."
Not that he really cared about Jett, anyway. It just caused some less than pretty images in his mind. He was scared enough for one lifetime, thank you very much.
"Jealous, Mr. Knight?" the previous secretary asked. "Scared your wife will leave you for me? Or is it because you're worried about your friend? Seems to me, you like dick more." With a wicked smirk, James pressed his hips to Kendall's, the outline of the blonde's erection hard against his thigh. "Or maybe… it's just my dick you like."
Even as he protested a flustered, "N-no!" his pelvis grinded slowly into James without his consent, like James' hips had some uncontrollable gravitational pull. When he realized what he was doing, he jumped across the room and the top of his ears turned red, glowing underneath the mop of golden hair.
James grinned, a chuckle on his smiling lips. "It's cute how bad you want me, Blondie." he cooed, "but. I have so many adoring fans to meet and greet. See what I did there? Ha. And you need to take your 'beautiful wife' home. Double ha. So… I'll meet you at my house at ten?"
No. That was exactly what Kendall was trying to get rid of, what he did get rid of. At least, he did for about eleven and a half hours… but that was beside the point! He had washed his hands of James Diamond and it was going to stay that way, dammit!
And then James fluttered his long eyelashes and said, "Kendall."
"I hate what you've done to me," Kendall admitted quietly into James' naked pectoral, his chest still heaving up and down in time with his breaths and his green eyes trained on the ceiling above. He watched the overhead fan panels spin round and round and round with resigned fascination and his pouting lips were parted.
The blonde could already guess what James' answer would be, a flirty, "You seemed to like it a minute ago," or maybe an offhand, "Your aching cock said otherwise." Slutty comments for a slut. A slut like James… and a slut like Kendall.
But.
Instead—
"I love what you've done to me," James said with a good-humored grin. His skin was all beautifully mocha and flushed, still glistening from the thin layer of sweat and pleasantly warm as it pressed along Kendall's waist. "I feel all warm and cuddly inside."
Despite himself, Kendall buried his face farther into the brunette's chest, just to hide his smile.
Do you all hate me? It's been so long since I've updated anything! And when I do, you get this which may or may not have made sense… I'm sorry. School started and I take honor's classes and yeeeah. Sorry lol Try not to hate me. To make it up to you, I'm thinking the next chapter will have smut ;)
