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His lip slid between Carlos', wet and hot, being tugged out like a string of pink bubble gum. James' hazel eyes were fluttering, intently staring at his boyfriend's rose colored cheeks; down the sweat slicked, naked body that hovered over his own.
Dark colored eyebrows knitted, Carlos' tight body being opened up as James slid inside for the first time, deflowering him.
The noise that left Carlos' throat was pitiful sounding, sensual to James' ears as his lip twitched, watching his boyfriend's face skew beautifully.
This would be one for the journal. But with this entry, no photo.
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Logan was coming to visit the couple at the apartment, leaving Lilah home to spend the day with the girls. It had been quite sometime that Carlos and James had announced their relationship, from what Logan could recall. He was happy for them, estatic really, because James had been so offputtingly depressed for the longest time, and he despised seeing his best friend like that.
Carlos really seemed to make James forget all of the horrid events of the past few years; mold him back into the carefree, bubbly person James always had been. Logan thanked God every night for that.
"Hey buddy," James opened the bage door to the apartment, greeting his brunette friend with a warm smile and a big hug. "It's been awhile."
"Yeah, the ER has been really busy latley," Logan smirked, sheading his black jacket and hanging it over the back of the couch. "You guys been doing alright?"
James smiled genuienly. "Yeah, we've been gettin' along,"
As James lead Logan over to the kitchen, the scent of saucy, rich tomato filled the air. "You didn't tell me Logan was coming over!" Carlos turned, his hand that had been stirring spaggetti halting. Logan smiled, holding out his arms. The apples of Carlos' cheeks went up as he grinned as he laid down the spoon, wiping his hands on a dish rag and pulling Logan into a quick hug. "You staying for dinner?"
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He sighed nervously, his fingers twiddling themselves at the sides of his jeans as he walked down the familiar driveway. Before stepping onto the porch, he glanced over at the large tree that shadowed most of the green lawn, remembering all of the wonderful things that had happened there.
Kendall's hands gripped onto James' as his friend pulled him up, his worn-out Vans scrapping against the bark of the tree. Now resting on a thick branch, the blonde glanced down at his dangling feet, then back up to his boyfriend. "The green leaves bring out your eyes," James laughed, watching Kendall smile cheesily. "Do they now?" He grinned, framing his face, vouge style. James giggled lowly, leaning forward. Smooth fingertips ran across Kendall's forehead, brushing his golden hair from his face. "You're always gorgeous." The two sat there for a while, leaning against the main trunk of the tree, letting their legs fall asleep as gravity pulled them. The soft, warm breeze blew past their bodies, giving them a graceful sensation. "Kendall?" James said suddenly, quite softly. The blonde teen's eyes remained closed as his head leaned against the wood. "Yeah James?" There was a pause, the only sound to be heard was the chirping of birds, and a far away lawnmower. "Have you ever felt so emotional when you think about someone that you just want to cry, in a good way?" James wondered, his voice shyer than usual. This question caused Kendall to open his emerald eyes, glancing over at his boyfriend. "Yeah James, I have." Their first I love yous were spoken in that wonderful, huge tree.
He told himself he wouldn't get emotional before he saw him.
Taking in one last anxious breath, he pressed his fingertip to the button, hearing the musical chime faintly from behind the door. Waiting, he bit his bottom lip in, watching from the paned glass beside the door as Mr. Diamond trotted down the steps inside. The door suddenly opened, and the long haired man peered out.
The older man's eyes went completely wide, his mouth dropping apart slightly as he looked down at Kendall Knight, in the flesh.
"Kendall?" he asked, as if his eyes were deciving him. Smiling, Kendall ran his hand over his shaven head akwardly. The blonde decided he grown accustom to his hair short, so he kept it. "It's been a while Mr. Diamond."
James' father was in what seemed to be total shock, staring at his son's former boyfriend, or so he thought.
"Kendall, we...we all thought you were dead." His voice shook. "Its good to see you boy," Mr. Diamond smiled, grabbing Kendall's hand and pulling him into a manly hug. The blonde grinned further as they pulled away.
"So, where's James?" he asked anxiously, watching the father's face suddenly turn dark, maybe even grim. Kendall knitted his eyebrows, giving a questioning look to his boyfriend's father.
"He's...he's out right now. Why don't you come in and I'll give him a call?"
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Laughing, James leaned back in his chair, listening to Carlos tell Logan a funny story. He tipped back his beer, swigging some of the crisp beverage down his throat before his cell phone caught his attention. Setting the drink on the table, he fished the vibrating device from his hoodie's pocket, checking the caller ID.
"Hold on one second guys, it's my Dad," James smiled, holding up a finger to the two as he got up from his chair, walking to the living room as he answered. "Hey Dad,"
"James...you need to come over." his father replied, his voice whispering raspily.
"Dad, what's the matter?" The brunette asked a bit frantically, wondering what his father sounded so worried over. There was a short pause, James awaiting his dad's answer.
"Its Kendall. Kendall is here," he said, sounding a little breathless. His son furrowed his brow, his face turning confused.
"What are you talking about Dad? Kendall's dead," James shortly laughed, looking back at Carlos and Logan, who were enjoying their meal. Another pause.
"No James, he came back." Mr. Diamond replied could feel the sensation begin to build up, his heart dropping down into his stomach. This couldn't be happening.
"Kendall's alive."
