This is the chapter that I'm sure Jarlos fans have been waiting for :D It gets pretty steamy, but I had to leave some to the imagination, because this story is still rated T. And no, I still don't own BTR, not without trying though :) hahaha I hope you like this chapter :)

Carlos P.O.V.

After watching TV blindly for an hour or so, I saw Kendall leave the room I shared with James. I was confused at the look in Kendall's pretty green eyes. It was a look of lust, of realization, of confusion, of fear…and of hatred. What confused me the most, though, was that the look of hatred in his eyes was a look of self-hatred.

And I couldn't help but wonder what James did or said to Kendall.

So after Kendall had vanished from my line of sight, I shut off the TV and made my way to my room.

I opened the door quietly so as to not disturb the beautiful James if he was asleep, although I didn't see how he could be since Kendall had just left a few short moments before.

James was lying shirtless – beautifully, irresistibly, in all his glory – on his bed, staring up at our pale blue ceiling with those brownie-colored eyes and a lost look on his face. I walked over to the edge of his bed and sat on the little space that was left open to the left of a deep-thinking James.

"Jamesy, are you alright?" I inquired, too concerned to realize I had used my pet name for him yet again.

With that, he looked over at me, a look of lust and longing on his face.

"I don't know, Carlitos." He grabbed my hand, and I could have sworn electricity went through me.

"I'm just…confused is all. Lately my mind has been journeying to outer recesses that I didn't even realize existed. And I just need some answers."

I didn't know what he meant, but I didn't want to pry. He looked so helpless, so desperate. I used my thumb to stroke the hand that he was holding, hoping he saw it as a form of comfort.

And then, before I could restrain myself, I leaned down and kissed his forehead.

He jolted up as if he had just been electrocuted and looked into my eyes with a sparkle in his own brownie-colored eyes that I could never get enough of.

And for a split second I thought I saw love.

No, it couldn't be. I know there's most likely love very apparent in my eyes, but there was no way there would be love in his. He didn't see me like that – he never would.

He wrapped his strong arms around me, and I melted into his touch – just like butter. I loved the warmth that our two bodies made when they touched. I loved the feel of Jamesy's strong arms around me, as if he would never let me go.

And before I knew what was happening, he pulled out of the hug, placed his hands around my neck, and pressed his lips to mine.

His lips were soft, and his lips fit with mine perfectly…like a yin-yang sign – like our lips were meant to find each other.

At first it was sweet, passionate, and just…magical.

But I couldn't fight the feelings it gave me. The static, the tingle, the fireworks. That willpower of mine that I thought was so indestructible shook like a leaf with that kiss and those feelings it gave me. So I deepened the kiss, my tongue desperately begging for an entrance into his perfect mouth, as I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him impossibly close to me.

After a short battle for dominance, I let James win, loving the feeling of his tongue dancing with mine.

Then I realized it was a battle that he would always win. He seemed to be enjoying the tango of our tongues as much as I was.

So much that he laid me down on his bed, his hands on either side of my head, his knees on either side of my waist, and our lips connected as with a magnetic, yet unbreakable, bond.

My hands made their way to explore the wonderland that was the toned, tanned, absolutely flawless torso of James Maslow. And when he didn't stop them, I pulled him impossibly closer and my hands found their way to his toned back.

Soon enough, his hands were mimicking the actions of my own, tracing the outline of my abs. My favorite striped t-shirt was the only thing separating his fingers from my bare skin.

And soon, not even that was in the way.

James moved his hands to the hem of my shirt and tugged it upward, as if it were an obstacle that he didn't want in the way. And I gladly allowed him to pull it completely off, although I was slightly saddened at the lost contact of our lips to do so.

"You are so beautiful, Carlos," he whispered in my ear. I shivered at the sound of his soft, melodic voice and the way his lips grazed my ear when he whispered to me. And that was when the butterflies, and unusual burst of confidence, made their way into my heart.

"Not near as beautiful as you, James," I whispered in his ear as his lips claimed my neck.

And he moaned my name against my neck as I said that. It was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard.

Here I was, making love to my best friend – a man that I was in love with and never expected to feel the same way. But he had to – at least a little – or else we wouldn't be here.

Soon his lips were kissing down my neck, my chest, my stomach. His hands had made their way to my belt buckle, fumbling, trying to undo this obstacle as well as his kisses traced the outline of my abs. I couldn't help but moan his name and bring my hands to entangle themselves in his soft, silky, perfect hair.

I was in ecstasy.

And I felt even higher on life as the thought crossed my mind that he was too.

And this is when Jarlos fans scream at the top of their lungs, "YES!" haha. This is the first time I've written a steamy chapter, so I hope it wasn't too bad. And yay! A happy Carlos! But what does this mean for Jarlos? And where is the Kogan? More to come if you are still reading :)