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Again, ALOT happens in this chapter. It's somewhat of a shorter chapter, but I find that a lot still happens, especially since we're reaching an end :(
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A lot of people are asking if Logan's Dad is James' Dad... Damn, I wish I thought of that. I LOVE plot twist and turns... and that one never even entered my mind, although I wish it had. That would have been epic! SO no, Logan's Dad is not President Diamond's old 'Best Friend'... but, GAHHH! It's not fair! hy didn't I think of that before! *begins sobbing in corner*
Annd... some interesting things take place. Detailed interesting things happen, and I'm just hoping that I wrote it okay-ly. (I just made up a word -_-). It is not going to be that good, I'll say that now, since I don't have that much experience with writing that type of thing... Not to mention, I am severely immature, meaning I laughed and giggled and blushed and was rather embarrassed while I wrote it out. I can't write that kind of thing seriously. I am getting older by the day, and less mature by the minute, as I say!
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush
After a long day of Kendall and Carlos trying to gain back their support, Kendall was left frustrated beyond belief. Through all the various hours of hard work and dedication, all Kendall realized was that people now believed that violence was, in fact, the answer.
Now, he needed sometime to himself and his friends. He wanted to bring James along, and when Logan heard about that, well, the smaller teen made a run for it.
Carlos, too tired to even walk, just said to take James wherever Kendall wanted to go. So that was what Kendall did.
The blond near dragged the brunet out of his house in the middle of the night, not caring if James wanted to come along or not.
"Kendall- I, hold on!" The brunet shouted, not recognizing the path they were taking through the dark city. They were going in the opposite direction from downtown, towards the recently created rural areas of L.A.
It was getting further and further away from the Diamond house, and James did not like being this far away from a tunnel that could get him home within 20 minutes.
After 40 minutes of pure walking within the silent region, their feet soon met sand, Kendall immediately smelling the salt water air that came from the sandy shore below. "We're here, James."
James looked around baffled. The beach... He hadn't been to a beach since Minnesota, and that was before the ripe old age of seven. His shoes and socks were kicked off instantly with excitement.
"Ahh, Kendall!" The boy cried joyfully. "I love the beach, how'd you know! I just- and it's safe, so far away from the mansion! And I, just,-" James couldn't continue his sentence, pure glee taking over. He squealed as he latched onto Kendall through a forced bear hug. Kendall laughed weakly, tired from the day's events.
He pried James off of himself, taking his hand, walking on the sandy beach. As obvious as it was, James could barely contain enthusiasm. He loved the feeling of the rocky sand beneath his toes. Kendall had to hold back a laugh as the brunet moaned, causing rather crude ideas to pop into the blond's mind.
Underneath the perfect starry sky and the blazing half-moon, Kendall tightened his hold on James' hand and walked towards the part where sand met water.
Like James had before, Kendall slipped off his own shoes and fell to the floor, lying flat against the sand.
James remained standing, walking in circles between the tide and sand. Dry sand. Wet sand. Water! Wet sand. Dry sand. Wet sand. Water! Water! Water! Wet sand...
James was way to amused by this. Wanting Kendall to join his fun, since this was all Kendall's idea to 'get away' for a few hours (like street hockey hadn't done that?), James dashed over to the sprawled out Kendall.
"Hey, Kendall-" The boy called out, but his face fell as he watched the blond.
Kendall's hands were placed behind his head coolly, eyes gazing around in the stars. He had a discontent look to his face, and James knew whatever the troubled boy was thinking, it wasn't pleasant.
"What's wrong?" James called out as the incoming tide washed around his feet.
Kendall shrugged against the sandy floor. "I've just always wondered what was out there, you know? Like, in ancient legends, people always said that once you die, your soul is lifted and it becomes a part of the sky, or a star, and you watch down on those you loved. I don't believe in that, but it's a nice thought. Knowing that my mom might be watching me, taking care of me... if she is even dead, I don't really know. But, ya, it's just a thought..."
Hazel eyes glanced upwards, catching the sight of a shooting start passing over his planet.
"Kendall... Whatever happened to your parents?" James asked this slowly and carefully, making sure he wasn't offending his obviously discomforted friend by his questioning.
"I don't really know." Kendall admitted. He lifted himself onto his elbows, looking sadly up at the brunet and smiling weakly.
"I don't really know." His voice broke, and James was by his side in an instant, rubbing his back gently.
Kendall was trying as hard as he could to keep it in, and he was doing a good job of it too. Five minutes of quietness fell between the two like a blanket. The quiet was fine, and there was no awkward tension to it, it was perfect. But Kendall needed to talk about this, no matter how relaxing and serene this scene seemed to be. "Do you want to talk about it?" James gently offered.
Kendall shook his head. "It's really long, and you'd probably get bored..."
"We've got time, Kendall. At least until my Dad finds us and throws us into the dungeons for being outside. So, I'd say we have a solid 5 days until he decides to look here. Is that enough time to tell your story?" James said with a sheepish grin.
Kendall laughed at the brunet. "Ya, that is more than enough time. But trust me, it's rather morbid and depressing and awful and-"
"Kendall." James interrupted swiftly. "I want to know, and you obviously need to talk about this. I want to hear what you've been through. So please, tell me."
"You're such a sap." Kendall laughed.
James grabbed onto Kendall by the shoulders, shoving him roughly towards the sandy grounds. "Just talk, you ass. How's that for sappy?" James stated almost cockily. He would have been straight out arrogant, but James really wanted to know, and he wouldn't find out if he were being his usual narcissistic self.
When the blond said nothing, James exhaled.
"Kendall, please just tell me." The brunet almost pleaded. James truly cared about his friend's well-being.
Kendall had no idea what happened. He had no idea what snapped. But when he saw James looking at him with those begging eyes, Kendall let go. For the first time, he talked about his life before Logan and Carlos.
"... I never knew my parents." Kendall started slowly, easing his way into his story. "I probably wouldn't have wanted to have met my father knowing the reality of the situation, but I would like to know about my Mother. Was she kind? What did she look like?"
James cocked his head, trying to find a proper way to phrase the question in his head. "Did she abandon you?" He asked simply when nothing better appeared in his mind.
"No, nothing of the sort," Kendall laughed waterly. "I… James, please don't freak out, but I wasn't conceived in the greatest of places. I, me… my mother had me during her period at the camp. I was conceived and born in the Labour Camps.
James made no gasp, he did not gape. He just let the information sink into his mind, only inwardly freaking out. "I thought all babies were immediately sent away to the military bases... To become soldiers for my Father?"
Kendall, looking out onto the freer waters, laid his back onto the soft white sand beneath, sighing at the harassing memories.
"That's true, and I was. The Sector I was raised in was run by a god awful High Born. He was controlling, and children should have never been let around this guy. He was a malicious fighter, not a babysitter."
"Oh- My Dad never told me what happened to the Labour Camp children within the military. All I know is that most of the Soldiers who run L.A are Labour camp children. The one year policy boys are the fighters against the Western Pacific Colonies and the experimentees of new research of military arms... But no one ever told me what happened behind the scenes..." James confided weakly, giving Kendall a chance to breathe.
"You don't want to know what happened. Pretty much the minute we can walk and talk, we learn how to carry a gun, shoot, and kill. They teach that it's okay to be violent against those underneath you. They brainwash you, manipulate you with sweets and toys, use childish propaganda to teach us that no people of the New America are good. We learned that we were 'High Borns', and because of that, everyone was beneath us, evil and wanted to kill us for being better. They taught us that if the 'proletariats' attacked us or went against our governments ideals, shooting them was okay. They were minor civilians, nobody really cared for them. The kids inside the facility where I grew up were sometimes beaten if they didn't listen to orders, or even molested because of the stupid, crazy soldiers. We were so scared of being killed or hurt that we'd do anything to reinsure our safety. James... We were barely 6 years old. I was good, so I was one of the lucky few who was never beaten or touched inappropriately. That was life, that was how I grew up, but I always knew it wasn't right..."
James dove his arm under and around Kendall's shoulder, which lay over the sand. He was trying to rub the skin thoughtfully, but it was difficult due to the position they were in. "How did you escape?" James finally asked with seeming ease.
Kendall shook his head. "It was so long ago, I barely remember. I only remember that I was scared, and that it was dark. I think we were being brought down four our monthly examinations. Like, once a month we were brought into a room to show the authorities our new skills with our guns, tracking, searching, strategies in various scenarios, yada yada. All at the ripe age of six. We had to walk down the hall in single file, with our 'Babysitter' in front, and he never turned around. He just expected us to follow orders. I remember seeing an open door and I don't know why, but I made a run for it. I found a vent quickly and crawled through it. It took a couple hours until I escaped the facility and ran my heart out of the military base and hid in the nearby forest. It was dark, no one was looking for me yet, I was small and in my black examination outfit. So, pretty much, I made the perfect getaway."
Kendall let out an exasperated sigh, still continuing with his newly founded need to talk.
"... O-one of the things we were taught at the facility was navigation. By 4 we had to memorize the map of California, and every detail to L.A. It was simple after I got into the city. I already knew every street way, and that's when I met Logan. He was already an orphan by then, too. We met when he was trying to sneak into the Library to read some Doctor's books for kids. I always loved being read to, so I helped him. I think it was 2 months later when Carlos finally showed up. He came out to help Logan escape from the Doctor's office when we broke in to get Logan's medicine. We've been through everything together. We are each other's family..." Kendall promptly broke off.
"... And then I came along." James blushed.
Kendall smiled weakly, eyes glistening under the moonlight. He reached for James' hand and squeezed tightly, needing the physical contact. "And then you came along..." Kendall repeated lightly, the breeze picking up his words and flying them away.
The tide had risen during Kendall's story, and was now playing with the tips of Kendall's bare toes.
Noticing the fresh tears that escaped Kendall's gorgeous green eyes subconsciously, James leaned forward and began kissing them away. "I'm sorry," He whispered. "I shouldn't have pried." His lips were breathing just above Kendall's own.
"It's not your fault. And you were right, I needed to talk about it." The laugh that Kendall made was weak, but honest. James smiled generously at the words given to him, and placed his lips over Kendall's in thanks.
A few more tears slipped from the blond's closed eyelids and onto his rosy cheeks. James sighed as he began to straddle the boy underneath. "Listen, Kendall. At the mansion, my job is to... well you know what my job is. But I make other people feel better. If you allow me, I can make you feel better, too." He spoke through pursued lips as he rolled his hips against the quivering blond beneath him.
"Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."
Logan heard Carlos leave, saying something about a park and a person. Ya, Logan didn't really listen nor did he really care. He noticed something the night before when he woke at random, like he so often did. Kendall sat upon his own mattress, a metal plate on his chest and blue lights streaming from the base. He could see rooms and rooms, and floors and floors, with many moving people. It created an image that only made Logan curious, and curiosity always killed the cat... or so 'they' said.
And now, as soon as he was alone, Logan made his way to their room, finding the metal plate tucked underneath Kendall's bed sheets.
You can't live with someone their entire life and not know where all of their secret hiding places were.
He promptly found the power button at the bottom and pressed it, a second never being wasted.
The blue light flew upwards, creating the same image that Logan had seen the night before. The raven haired fell to the bed, shocked from his new excitement. He placed the hunk of metal on the floor away from him, as to get a better view of the image it created.
There were floors upon floors, and rooms and rooms filled with anything and everything, the very picture was the same as Kendall's the night before.
What was this? And why did Kendall have it?
He watched as girls in maid outfits made their way down the halls, cleaning with dusters and cloths against bare walls, statues, mirrors and paintings.
A man who looked suspiciously like President Diamond sat in his room alone, a glass of wine in his hands. Logan put his hand within the holograph, accidently pointing at a certain room.
The machine beneath began talking as the image grew closer to that one room alone. Logan could move the direction that the image was, looking through the chamber in its entirety. If he wanted, he could also turn the defined picture from 3D to 2D, which he soon did.
A voice spoke from the base, making Logan flinch at the estranged sound."President Diamond's chemistry lab. This is where nuclear deposits are researched. The creation of turning chemicals into deadly weapons takes place here." The automatic female voice spoke dryly.
Something in Logan's mind clicked. President Diamonds chemistry lab was in his Mansion, that was known fact. The maids inside of it. The man with the wine. The suspiciously large amount of rooms.
It was the Diamond's Mansion. This was President Diamond's home. This was one of those holographs that Logan often heard about in his books.
Logan was excited beyond belief, thoughts of how or why Kendall may have this piece of equipment leaving his mind.
An idea was planted and bloomed out of nowhere, no water ever needed to grow inside the genius' mind. If Logan were a High Born, he would have been a doctor in his adulthood. The idea of helping people, creating medicine, it's what he wanted to with his life.
It was one of the reasons he knew how to fight. He understood the structure of a human's body, how it works, and where it's weak spots are.
Logan taught himself physics, mathematics, French, creation of medicine and chemistry.
If President Diamond's lab had all of the chemicals it was rumoured to have, Logan could create something that could blow up the entire ammo room that James was talking about before. (If said Diamond wasn't lying, which Logan was pretty sure he was.)
No one would be hurt, and President Diamond would get the message. And hell, it wouldn't hurt to try. If Logan could get into the Mansion, god only knows what miraculous wonders he could find.
Looking at the map that him, Kendall, Carlos and... the other kid, had drawn on a few days before, Logan found what he was looking for.
A tunnel close by, that would lead him directly to the President's Mansion.
Taking the holographic map, Logan left the safety of his apartment.
He was going to the Diamond Mansion. And it was all in the name of a peaceful revolution.
Suck on that, Diamond.
Kendall gently moved James' hips away from his own, and stopped the abrupt thrusting. "No, James." He said in a breathy tone. "I know what you're going to do. And I told you, I don't want sex with you. This is strictly a friendship."
James bit his lip with his malcontent. "We don't have to have sex." James offered almost pathetically. "I could just give you a blowjob. I know it'd make you relax, since it seems to with everyone else."
Kendall inwardly flinched at James' statement. "No, James. No blowjob. Blowjobs are a part of the sexual, intimate experience. Sex is supposed to be mutual, where both feel good. It isn't about you blowing me just to make me feel good. It'd have to involve you as well... And no, friends don't give each other blowjobs."
"But we kiss. Like, a lot. What's the difference between giving you a blowjob and giving you a kiss if all I'm doing is trying to pleasure you?"
"Trust me, there's a difference." Kendall said louder, trying to remove the persistent brunet off of him.
"Please, Kendall. I know you're upset, and this is the only way I know I can make you feel better!" James almost near shouted across the sandy beach.
Kendall groaned because truthfully, the idea of doing something, anything with James, and watching James beg Kendall with those angelic eyes was very... arousing (As much as Kendall was embarrassed to admit it and hated himself for it). He reached and intertwined his and James' fingers. "How about we just go with the flow. Both get pleasure. Together."
James leaned away, a quizzical look to his face. "Together?"
"Ya, together. You deserve to feel good as well." Kendall argued sweetly.
James began to shake his head slowly, utter shock disturbing his beautiful features that were only emphasized by the moonlight. "It's not supposed to make me feel good." He muttered out.
"What are you talking about? Mutual experience means it's supposed to be good for both people."
James' shaking increased as did his confusion by what Kendall was saying. "But... It's never felt good. The only kissing and touching I've ever liked was with you, but I thought that if we ever went further, it still wouldn't feel good, because it wasn't supposed to. Father said that I wasn't supposed to like it. The rougher and harder and more painful it was for me, the better it was for the other person, and that's all that mattered. It's because I'm a whore like my Mother, my Father said that I deserve it..."
Kendall grabbed James by the back of his neck, bringing him in for a wide kiss. Their tongues began to play as soon as they felt each other's lips lock. It was slow and sensual as their kisses often are at the beginning. Kendall needed to prove to James that James could feel good as well. That he deserved to feel good.
More tongue. More passion. Sweat began to build up from the excursion of the constant kissing. Almost no place on either boy had been left untouched. Now, they were animals, licking and attacking any piece of skin in sight, moving and rolling around the sand unabashedly.
Kendall flipped them around so now Kendall was lying on top of James. He began to ease his hand down James' arm, his torso, hips and landing on the edge of the boy's pants. James moaned and arched his back into kiss, begging Kendall to go further.
Smirking, Kendall slipped his hand through the boy's pants and under his underwear, gripping the leaking member with a tight squeeze.
James gasped, stopping the kiss momentarily. Kendall grinned at the exotic look on the god's face beneath him. The perfect 'O' which he loved from the moment he first saw it was now for him. Kendall loved that little fact. His hand was slowly gliding up and down the hard length.
"Nnngh, Ken-Kendall!" James screamed, throwing his head back. His back was arched severely as he dug holes into the sand with the heels of his feet.
"Feel good, James?" Kendall whispered, licking the boys neck. His hand was moving faster and faster, loving the look of James falling apart in his arms.
"Kendall!" James screamed with lust. The brunet grasped onto Kendall's shoulder, tossing the boy to the ground, his amazingly experienced hand following him. James straddled the shocked blond, grinning aimlessly.
"Mutual experience, right?" He smirked with a flush faced. Kendall huffed. "I was enjoying that." He pouted.
James laughed, kissing the blond once again. "I'm sure you'll like this even more." His lewd tone went straight to Kendall's cock.
Carlos ran through the dark and over crowded streets. He dashed as quickly as he could towards the park where it was rumoured that Dak was making his 'final' speech as a civilian. The poor Latino was being shoved around left, right and center. The boy could barely move.
He was incredibly lucky that he wasn't claustrophobic. He'd be even luckier if he could escape this situation without developing the disorder.
Carlos was a gentle person. He didn't like to hurt others. That being said, when the times was right, he'd throw a cow at the nicest of people if he needed to.
Ya, a cow.
Which was why, at the moment, Carlos was now shoving back. He grabbed people by their shoulders and threw them to the concrete ground, not caring whether or not they'd get trampled.
He had to get to this speech. What exactly did Dak mean about it being his 'final' speech? The guards weren't executing him, were they? He practically had Kendall's level of a God-Complex by now.
It took a solid 15 minutes of sprinting and 5 almost near death experiences via fists that Carlos found himself at the park. He could hear Dak's voice from the center stage through a microphone.
Not being able to see past the ferociously large bundle of people, the Latino jumped up and grabbed onto a branch of a tree, climbing his way through the rough, splinter filled bark and leaves. People saw him and started following his example, since they so desperately wanted to see their new leader talk.
Carlos sat up as high as he could, watching Dak talk and win over the people. Dak, the person who used to be his friend.
"I've been to the President's Mansion, and he tried to pry his way into my mind. He tried to use his so well known tactics against me. I didn't budge, so he sent me away, saying that I was a waste of time. Too bad, maybe if I went along, I could have gotten some time with the 'Diamond kid', yah, yah , you know what I'm talking about."
The crowd erupted into whistles and woots, cheering loudly at the one brown headed boy on the elephant sized stage.
"With all seriousness though, we need to prove to Diamond that we aren't just a waste of time. I say tonight, let's show him who we are and what we 'proletariat's' can do. There's millions of us, and only one of him"
Dak smiled bravely at the walloping crowd, loving his 15 minutes of fame under the artificial and blinding stage lights.
"Everyone, I want you to follow me. No matter what happens, just know you died for a cause, and that you'll never be forgotten for the change you helped create."
Carlos could feel his heart begin to fall to his already nervous and fluttering stomach.
"We're not going to let the lyrics of Plus Rien come true. Tonight, we make a difference."
Dak eyed the people, his people now. "The vote was unanimous, so come with me, for tonight, we take the Diamond Mansion!"
Carlos almost fell from the treetop at Dak's chosen words.
Oh, this definitely wasn't good.
"Oh god James, oh god! Ah~Ahhh!" Kendall screamed as James sucked up the last bits of Kendall's cum. He licked and rode through the orgasm along with the blond, grinning devilishly at the sounds he helped create.
He lifted his rosy face back up to Kendall's, smiling widely. The blond was trembling underneath him, and god, how enticing it was.
He smirked, his skilled lips going against Kendall's neck and creating yet another mark.
When Kendall's breathing finally calmed, he rolled over once again, taking over. Clothes were quickly dispersed, no longer wanting to be a barrier between the two. Kendall wanted to feel all of James, and James wanted to feel all of Kendall. Simple as that.
Their touches were more longing and desperate. Their pleas and cries were almost inhuman.
Kendall felt James place his hand between their thrusting waists, but he felt no touches from the warm hand against his leaking member. Confused, he quickly opened his eyes and glanced down as he saw James preparing himself.
Kendall's mind was no longer working, and the sight of a moaning James preparing himself was too much. When James declared himself ready, the brunet was the one to align his entrance against Kendall.
Kendall took over after that, pushing in as slow as possible, the saliva from the blowjob still enough of a lubrication to mildly ease his way in. Kendall did not want to hurt the boy underneath.
Loving green eyes met hazel, and Kendall could tell just how much trust James had for him.
He wasn't going to take that away.
After that, everything was a blur. The night sky. The rising tide that slipped under James' back.
It did take a while, but Kendall persevered and found that spot that forced James to see stars. Stars that clearly weren't in the night sky, of course.
The moans, the groans, the erotic movements that either boy couldn't get enough of filled the night sky.
It was never hard or fast or rough. It was perfect. A large wave crashed against Kendall and flowed over the two boys as Kendall took a sensual deep thrust.
"Ken-Kendall, I, I~ Ahh, Ngghn, I.." James could barely finish his sentence, the feeling overwhelming. He still didn't believe he deserved this. But Kendall was right, it felt good. Amazing for once. It never felt this good. Ever. Kendall was prone to hitting his prostate almost every time. He was loving, and god, James never wanted this to end, but damn it, he didn't deserve this.
His Father was right. He was a slut! He didn't deserve this. He didn't deserve this!
A wave crashed against Kendall's back once more, and the sound that came from the blond's mouth sounded like a dry sob at the feeling James' warmth and tight hole that encompassed his dick. The moonlight shone down, along with the all seeing stars.
And James still couldn't fathom why this was happening. Why him? Finally, trying to make peace with his mind, especially after an incredibly good thrust against that secret spot, he reached down between the two glistening bodies and grabbed his own cock.
He squeezed it to the point of being painful, and rubbed it up and down. There it was. The pain. Sex for James wasn't associated with pleasure. It was associated with pain, and it needed to have pain or James felt like he did something wrong.
It just wasn't right.
Kendall noticed how tough and hard James was going at his own member. That could not feel good, Kendall mused thoughtfully. He smacked James hands away, and grabbed the member with his own, the soft and gentle tugs and rubs so much more passionate and loving than James' hands had been. Kendall's hand and hip met a steady rhythm, creating a haven for the trembling brunet.
James threw his head back, screaming. "Nngh, oh God Kendall, oh God! No, please, let- let me. Please!"
"No, James." Was Kendall's shaky response, continuing his repeated thrusting and sweet kisses against the brunet.
"But, it feels too good! I don't des-deserve this, oh fuck Kendall!~" James' palms gripped the sand underneath harder as he plunged his hips up into the air and further into Kendall's tight grip. He bit his lip to the point that it almost bled from the sensations.
"It needs to be painful. It needs to be-" James was caught off as Kendall dove down to shut the boy up. More waves crashed, and Kendall was balls deep, thrusting and rubbing the boy as delicately as he could.
The feeling of ecstasy drove them wild. They moaned into each other's kiss. Kendall's thrust grew even deeper and faster yet not rough. Never rough. He did one last tug to the skin of James' dick, and the boy let go completely. He exploded all over Kendall's hand.
The clenching heat of James was what drove Kendall to his edge once more. He filled James, leaving a million little lives that would never be behind. The waves were growing smaller, but still launched over Kendall and James, cleaning their bodies of the excess cum.
Kendall let go of the kiss at last, watching as James tried not cry. "You deserved it James. You deserved it." He whispered softly.
And that was all it took. James broke. His fresh sobs wracking his defined body. He wrapped his arms around Kendall tightly, crying against his bare shoulder loudly. Kendall lifted James into a sitting position, straddling the tearful and naked brunet. The wet sand was crusting to their skin, but neither noticed nor did they care.
Kendall held James mournfully, figuring James needed to get this off his chest as much as Kendall needed to tell James about his time at the military. He put a soft kiss to the sweaty forehead, the convulsing body underneath him finding it harder and harder to breathe through the wracked sobs.
Kendall soothed him as best he could. "You never deserved the pain you felt in the first place, James."
Kendall walked back into his apartment a few hours later tired and solemn. The beach had done the opposite of relaxing him like he had hoped.
The people in the streets had become a normal thing, so Kendall wasn't faded by the amount of screaming civilians on the grounds under the night sky.
As soon as he entered the apartment, Carlos' fingernails found his shoulder's, digging in deeply.
"Ow, Carlos! The fuck-" Kendall screamed from his new founded pain.
"Dak's starting the revolution tonight!"
Kendall pried the boy off of his already overly marked skin. "What are you talking about, Carlos?" He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. He was too tired for Carlos' random and incoherent ramblings.
"He already has the communication tower in the south end surrounded, as well as military base down at the pier by civilians. Kendall, he's leading the rest of the group to President Diamond's mansion. The people voted, they're going to kill everyone in the Diamond family. Tonight."
Chhappter donnne!
So they did it... On a beach... Under the stars... While waves crashed against them... Why am I so corny!
That was my first attempt at writing a pure, legit smex/smut filled scene. Tell me how I did, please! I didn't want to delve into details since I wanted it to be more... freer? Interpretive? I don't know the word I'm looking for, damn it. I didn't want to write a detailed detailed smut, or one where they started, orgasmed and stopped all within 300 words :p That was my goal, anyways.
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