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Title: This Can't Wait
Pairing: OT4! Eventually.
Summary: Kendall really likes performing. I have a specific route for this story in my head, but I wanted to see if you guys like it as much as RumbleRoar846 and I do :D Still want suggestions if you have any though!
Kendall knew very early on that he liked performing.
Like, really really liked it.
Since his first band's earliest gig, he knew he enjoyed being in front of a large group of people, playing the music he loved and dancing about. But, back then, he had a guitar to shield his apparent love for the act. Not so much now that he's in a boy band, where the instruments are played by the back-up band while you have to be out in front dancing around for the world to see.
It made him that much harder. He loved the fact that everyone was able to see him, how his jeans would rub against him as he jumped and swiveled. The heavy bass would vibrate through his body and center at his absolutely aching erection. Everyone could see his hard-on if they looked enough.
By the end of the performance Kendall had to rush off as fast as his feet could carry him to the nearest secluded area, be it a dressing room or an unlit hallway, and jerk himself furiously. Uncaring who walked by or who came near. He had to get off, or suffer dire consequences.
James, Logan, and Carlos didn't even know about his problem. How could he tell them that he got major fuckin' horny whenever thousands of people were watching him on stage with three very fuckable men? Yeah, awkward conversation.
But it was no biggie. Kendall just rushed off, took care of his issue, and came back and did an interview or two if they had to. This was also the reason he tried to get interviews done with before the concerts. He didn't need his problem to return halfway through, thanks to one of the guy's bringing up a performance.
Yeah, that was another annoying point. Bring up any performance, even if it was an old one, and he'd be hard and leaking in an instant. The meet and greets got rough because of this. Fans would bring up again and again "Great show! You rock!" or "That was an amazing performance!" or anything of the sort. Getting boners in front of twelve year olds was awesome, thanks.
Kendall knew he needed to figure out a way to stop it, but it just felt too good. Kendall couldn't resist that type of arousal. Needless to say (and in fear of sounding like a Twilight-er), it was his absolute heroin.
Today, he rushed off stage even faster. Why? It was their first paid show and it was sold out. Sold out. In other words, the whole venue was filled to the uppermost brim with people dying to watch him.
The thought had occurred to him that he was one sick bastard, getting off on fans studying his every move like that. But in turn, they loved watching himself and the guys perform live. It made a lot of fans happy, so it couldn't be all bad.
He also remembered what his mother would always say to him: "The road to hell is paved with good intentions." Whatever.
Kendall reached a poorly lit hallway. There was no way he was making it to his dressing room. Nope, no chance in hell.
He leaned back against the scratchy brick wall, fumbled with his belt and finally unlatched it. Almost popped the button off his pants in his rush to pull the zipper downward, and shoved the jeans low on his thighs. Sweat made his skin sticky, his breath came in harsh pants as he mewled at how his erection throbbed erratically in the humid concert air, he felt so close to coming already and he hadn't even touched himself yet.
His boxers were shoved along with his jeans and he commenced his ritual. Kendall gripped his swollen cock tightly, marveling at the red/purple color of the hardened flesh, and pumped himself rapidly. Calling out brokenly as he came within the first three strokes.
But he wasn't done. Before, once could have been enough. Not anymore. Not after this crowd.
He coaxed himself through his release, and then began working on another. Kendall yanked his shirt off with one hand (for it had become too hot to bear) and worked his erection with the other. His still-hard dick bordered on painful. Kendall had to get off again. He'd die if he didn't.
He glanced down and watched his abs tremble, how his cock grew darker, his balls contracted as the beginning of his second release rose up. Kendall's hand was grappling the wall, trying to find something to hold onto. The blonde's fingertips stung from the jagged texture of the bricks, the pain keeping him moderately sane, somewhat aware of his surroundings.
"G-God!" He was thisclose already. Kendall sobbed out wrecked noises, his fingers' death grip on his pants threatened to rip the fabric. His hips shuddered and jerked, thighs quaking. The white-hot heat coursed through his body at an alarming speed, but wasn't quite enough. Kendall whined at the non-peaking pleasure.
"Kendall?"
Fuck no.
"Kendall? You there?" Dammit James. He couldn't find Kendall like this. But he couldn't stop. Too close. He'd cry if he had to stop. He'd die. He couldn't. Needed… He could finish off before James came close. Wrapping both hands around his engorged erection, he pumped harder, more rapid.
"Kenda—" James rounded the corner to the dark hallway. N-n-no.
Kendall was right there, on the verge. James gawked at him, enthralled with Kendall's lusty act, unable to tear his gaze away from the blonde who was ferociously jerking himself off.
"Sssssssssorry!" Kendall's knees were gonna give out. "Jamie!" The blonde's head 'thunked' against the wall, he felt like he could barely breath with James watching him like this, watching him fall apart violently, canting his hips up into his hands. "C-c-c-c-ccccaaan'tt, C-CAN'T—FUCK!" Kendall's orgasm took over his brain, fogged his vision and made him see white. He didn't even have the mental capacity to aim down or away. Instead, cum splattered all over his exposed chest and hands. He slid down the wall, unable to hold himself up any longer.
James still stood at the opening of the hallway, stunned at his band mate's devious actions. "I'll, uh, give you a minute." James threw his towel at him; "Clean yourself up a little…" the brunette seemed to blush as he speed-walked off. How James could blush through the rosacea, Kendall couldn't contemplate. (No, really, he just couldn't think at the moment.)
Dammit.
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"Well, there's a legit reason that I made you two get up this early," James started.
"Damn well better be…" Logan complained. He hated waking up at…what time was it? Fuckin' early. They only had today off before they had their next show, Logan wanted to sleep.
"But, we need to head to IHOP before anything. We need food if you guys are gonna process this."
Logan trudged towards the hotel door, "Better be buying."
"Then we might forgive you for waking us up." Carlos grumbled, being especially grumpy.
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"Kendall does what?"
"Shut it, Carlos!"
The Latino glared at James for hushing him, but continued quietly, "He…jacks off behind stage? That's what he does?"
James nodded.
"Well that's a relief. At least its not drugs."
"True," Logan added, still munching on his blueberry pancakes.
"But he's—don't you guys find that a little weird?"
Carlos thought a moment, "Eh, not the worst kink in the world."
James was still trying to process things. Sure, it wasn't that big of a deal. What was the 'big deal' was the fact that he wanted to continue watching the blonde. Furthermore, James wanted to fuck the blonde.
"But it's almost like he…seemed to…get off faster when I was watching him…" James' eyes fluttered shut at the thought of making his friend cum sooner, erection straining against his loose pants.
"James," Logan's voice was breathy as he spoke his name, "you want Kendall don't you?" Logan's eyes were lust filled as they bore into James', begging him to say yes. He nodded.
"Don't feel weird about it, Jamie." Carlos jumped in, "'Cause we want it too…you and Kendall. This is the perfect excuse to get you, both."
James couldn't have spoken a word if he tried. As his friends planned out how to get Kendall, all James could do was nod. Nod, and let the want manifest rapidly.
