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A quivering sensation began to make its way through James' long legs, his stomach lurching as he hung up the phone with his father. Could he be pulling a prank on him? Surely his Dad wouldn't do that, but the longer James stood in his apartment's small living room, the more he wanted to believe it was true.
And the more he wanted to belive it was true, the more he contemplated on what to tell Carlos, his new boyfriend.
"Hey guys, uh-my Dad wanted me to go over and help him fix something at the house," James' body appeared at the kitchen's entrance, causing Carlos and Logan to disregard their conversation.
"I'll come in case you need an extra hand," Carlos smiled, taking Logan's dish in one hand and his own in the other as he stood, walking towards the sink. James's breathing hitched.
"No no no, Logan came to visit! Just chill out here with him and I'll be back in no time!" The long haired man exclaimed, suspiciously more excitable than he was before he took his father's call. Carlos flinched at his loud tone.
"Are you sure?" the shortest man offered again, his eyebrows knitting together in curiosity.
"Yeah, its just a little thing," James smiled widely, grabbing his black peacoat from the closet and slipping on his shoes. Leaning into the kitchen, he gave Carlos a peck to his lips, waving at Logan before he walked out the door.
"Okay...did he seem a little off to you?" Logan looked up at Carlos, who's face was still concerned. "Yeah..."
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Pulling up to his parent's home, James' heart began to thump wildly, wondering of everything this situation had in store. How did Kendall turn up alive? Why did it take this long to find out?
James pushed his key through the lock and turned it, slowly opening the front door. "Hello?"
Mr. and Mrs. Diamond appeared at the top of the staircase, smiling down at their son before glancing back as Kendall came up beside them.
It all ran through James' head again. Their last kiss, their oversea phone calls, when he found out the love of his life, his world, was dead. And now...
Tears pooling in the bottoms of his eyes, James ran up the stairs, pulling Kendall into a strong, long awaited hug. James' parents had retreated to their bedroom to let them catch up.
"Kendall...God am I dreaming?" James whispered in the blonde's ear, his hands gripping the back of his shaved head. Kendall's face was buried into James' shoulder, inhaling his beautiful scent.
"Its me James, I'm home," Kendall breathed, his voice muffled as he cried into James' coat. The taller man could feel his former lover's hot breath seeping through his clothing, tinging his skin as he pulled away. Kendall brought his thumbs up, wiping James' wet, hazel eyes. "I'm here,"
Leaning up, Kendall pressed his lips to James' feeling that special, familiar sensation he had been craving over the past couple of years. James nearly melted, his hands reaching to grasp Kendall's soft face, pulling it closer for a more indepth moment.
"I missed you so so much," James cried against Kendall's lips, tasting him for the first time in what seemed to be centuries. It was exactly the same as he remembered, sweet and musky and hot.
Passionate.
Their legs bumped against one another as they shifted, and James furrowed his eyebrows, pulling back from the kiss. "Kendall...what is that?" James asked, staring down at his leg, sniffling. It had felt as thought he had clanged his knee against something hard and metal.
Sighing, Kenda grasped James' hand, looking into his eyes intently. "There's a lot I need to tell you."
In that moment, the realization came crashing down onto James' shoulders. There was so much he needed to inform Kendall on. His mother had killed herself, Logan had adopted Katie as his own, and...
James' eyes suddenly got big, remembering the loving boyfriend he left confused, standing in his kitchen back home.
"Oh God," James panicked in his mind, feeling Kendall's calloused hands grip his, leading him to the couch.
And he knew at that moment that his situation was about to become fucked up beyond belief.