I went to James' bed and decided strattle him. Sitting on top of him i was feeling his muscle definition.
"So, you work out every day?" I asked.
"Not every day, I get rest days," James replied.
"I see. Well, I love your muscles."
"Thanks, babe."
"You know, when we were in the tub earlier, before you fell, I was pretty turned on."
"Me too, and I did notice that when I fell my face was on your junk. Sorry about that."
"Don't be, it wasn't your fault, water makes things slippery, and plus, I didn't mind," I said as I leaned down to kiss James.
"Oh, so you won't me cuddle you naked, but you have absolutely no problem with my face on your dick?"
"Oh my gosh, Jay. Just because I didn't let you last night doesn't mean anything. Your body is so fucking tempting," I said as I ran my hands down his chest then started nibbling on his neck.
"So is yours," James said, bringing my face to his, kissing me deeply. He slid his tongue in my mouth like the little sly he is, making me moan into the kiss. For whatever reason he pushed me away.
I thought he liked this.
"Kendall?"
I sat up, still strattling him.
"Yes, sweetie?"
"How do you know you're in love?"
"What makes you ask?"
"Well, I've never been in love before, and I figured you know."
"James, I don't if I've even been in love before, but if I had to guess, I think that you don't see it coming, it just arrives. Like you know in your heart that that is the person you want to be with. You never get tired of them, and they can always make you smile, even when you feel like jumping off a cliff. You really care about that person and you would always go out of your way to make them happy, and never complain. I don't think you could be in love with someone without loving them first. Whenever you see them with someone else, you feel like your heart shattered completely. And that person can do something really stupid or what other people call 'unforgiveable', yet you can never stay mad at them and always find yourself forgiving them. Most importantly, you know they are the one for you, and you'd never want to leave their side."
James' eyes quickly changed from lust to passion. I knew that I had said something that ignited a spark in him.
"Kendall, do you love me?"
"Of course. I've loved you since we were five. However, I've been in love with you since last year. Even though we weren't dating, I felt all those things that I just said, and I hadn't realized it until now..."
"Really? Why didn't you say anything?"
"Well because, Jay. Because I had absolutely no idea how you would take it. I already knew I never had a chance with you, I didn't want to do anything to make the goal of being yours even harder to reach."
"Kendall..." Uh-oh. This doesn't sound good. Let's hope for the best. "I thought I was in love with Lucy, but I had absolutely no idea what it felt like to be in love or what it even meant. But as it turns out, Lucy meant nothing to me but a to be a friend. Now that I think about it, if Lucy ever did say yes to me, the relationship wouldn't last."
"Why do you say that?"
"Because, it wasn't her I was in love with."
"Then who was it?"
"You. I hadn't come to the realization until now. I think back at all the years we were friends and how it'd hurt like a bitch to lose you. Then I thought back to this year. When I was upset, you were the one who could cheer me up, no matter how hard it was or how long it took, you always made sure I was happy. Also, no matter what you did, I forgave you, every time. Every time I ever got mad at you, it was never more than an hour. Because it was really hard to have to look at you and not want to tell you every detail about everything."
"Jay,"
"Let me finish please. Whenever I saw you and Jo together, being all lovey-dovey, I couldn't help but get jealous. It hurt, a lot. It wasn't just that I wanted a meaningful relationship like you had, but it was also the fact that she had a free will to be with you, kiss you, hug you, or do anything with you that I couldn't. And... Kendall, I think I'm in love with you."
Is this real? Did he just say that? I've waited what seems like my whole life to hear those words come out of his mouth, and they just did.
"James, normally it'd be rushing it to be saying this after what was three days of dating, but given our reasons, I love you."
"I love you too, Kendall."
There is nothing I'd rather hear come out of his mouth. At times I did think "Let's do it," or variations of that is what I most wanted him to tell me, but it turns out, "I love you," is it.
"I've been waiting so long for you to say that," I said happily, as I kissed him.
"Babe, can you get off me please? You're kinda squishing my dick," James asked cutely.
"Oh of course, sorry," I got up off of him, sitting beside him.
"You're fine, do you know what time it is?"
"Nope. Do you have a watch around here?"
"Oh yeah it's in the night stand," James said as he leaned to the night stand and looked at his watch. "It's 1:03."
"Thanks. Well, what do you want to do?"
"I don't know, maybe this?" James shifter to where his face was right in front of mine. He leaned in and kissed me.
I kissed James back, more passionately. As our lips danced, I slid down the bed to where I was lying on my back, and James was hovering over me. As much as it makes me sound like a pussy, I actually like being dominated by James. I don't know why, but it just feels right.
There was a knock at the door, which made me jump. I made James get off me and sit up.
"Come in!" I yelled to whomever is on the otherside of the door.
My mom came in with a basket of laundry.
"Why are you in the same bed?" she asked.
"We're dating, and don't worry, no funny business," I told my mom.
"Okay, thanks for respecting the rules. Here is your laundry, boys."
Mom sat the basket on my bed for us to put away, then left.
"You are really blunt sometimes," James pointed out.
"I know. I don't like to keep secrets."
"But what about the closet?"
"It kills me. But I'm coming out, completely."
"Same here... Kind of."
I grabbed James' hand, and started playing with his fingers. The room stayed quiet for a while until I spoke.
"Why did you pick this out for me to wear?" I said while gesturing to my outfit.
"Because," James started. "You look sexy in those clothes."
"That was the resoning behind mine, and that the clothes you're wearing are a little on the tighter side soooo..."
"Oh, you sneaky li'l shit."
"I'm sly like that," I said laughing.
James wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his body.
"Do you have any tight clothes?" he asked.
"Yeah, I barely wear them, but I do."
"You should wear them more often."
"No."
"Pleeeeaase? I promise you you'll look fucking sexy."
"Suck a dick," I said bluntly.
I noticed lust wash over his face.
"Maybe I will," James said seductively.
Please do.
I pulled James into a heated kiss, feeling his body up.
"Too bad you told your mom no funny business," James said as he pulled away.
"This is no laughing matter, Jamie," I said as I attacked his lips.
Deeping the kiss, I licked James' bottom lip, causing him to open his mouth. I protruded my tongue into his mouth, exploring every crevis. His mouth tasted like cinnamon and sugar, which I loved. James moaned into the kiss as I strattled his hips. James grasped my hair with one hand and my ass with the other.
James then wrapped both arms around my back and flipped us over, making him hover over me. He started nipping at my neck, making me moan repeatedly. James casually formed a hickey or three, then slowly kissed his way up my jaw line, leading to my lips.
James' hands found the button of my jeans; my body automatically tensed up.
"What's wrong?" James asked.
"It's just that I've never had a blowjob before."
"Me either. And I've never gave one before, so we experience this together."
I don't know how, but James persauded me.
James continued unbuttoning my jeans, then unzipping my zipper. James brought his head to my lower half, then pushed my shirt up. James began to lick around the hem of my jeans. As he started to push my pants down, I lifted my hips a bit so he could get them off easier. After discarding my jeans and throwing them to an unknown location, he hooked his index finger under the waistband of my boxers, sliding them off, displaying my erection.
"Damn," James stated.
He took a hold of my cock and began licking a line from the base to the tip, then flicking his tongue over the slit, making me gasp. He took my tip into his mouth, sucking it lightly, which was a great way to make me loose it. I accidentally bucked my hips, shoving my dick in James' mouth. James then held down my hips so I don't do that again. Oops.
After sucking the tip a while James put more of me into his mouth, almost all of me in fact.
"Ngh, fuuuuuck," I moaned.
James pulled off, "Shh." Then he continued.
He was right, I didn't want to get caught, especially by my mom, we'd get grounded longer. But oh did this feel so fucking good.
Before I let another loud-ass moan, I grabbed a pillow to silence myself.
James continued sucking, then started playing with my balls. There was no way I was going to last any longer, no way. This felt too fucking good.
"Jaaames," I moaned into the pillow. "Ngh, ngh, Jay, fuuuuuuuck."
There I go, relasing my seed into his mouth. He swallowed as much as he could, licking up the rest. He then crawled to me, lying down, snuggling into my side.
"How'd I do, babe?" he asked.
"Fan-fucking-tastic. I've never experienced anything quite as great as that before. Ever."
"Good," James laughed. "You still owe me from the other night."
"I know, I know. You'll get payed back when I feel like it. Be patcient."
"I will, just for you. You might wanna put your pants back on, it'd be pretty embarrassing for someone to walk in on this."
"You're right," I said as I got up to find my underwear and pants and put them on. I got back in bed with James.
"You taste great too," James said kissing me.
"Well that's good," I laughed. I snuggled into James' side, wrapping my arm around him. "You wanna go get lunch?"
"Yeah, that sounds good."
James and I got out of bed and walked directly into the kitchen. Taking a look in the fridge, I spotted some left over pizza, I pulled two pieces out, out them on a plate, and microwaved them. James had made himself a sandwhich. After grabbing our food, we went back into the bedroom because the TV was on. Dammit, Katie. I really hate being in my room ALL day.
"Carlos, stop," Logan pleaded, as Carlos tickled his feet.
"No."
"Carlos, stop!" Logan laughed.
"No! I don't want to!" Carlos said, tickling Logan more, causing him to laugh even more than he already was.
"Carlos, if you don't stop, you won't be alive tomorrow."
The Latino stopped his tickling ways and crawled up to the other male, on his bed.
"I know you wouldn't kill me," Carlos said as he gave Logan a kiss.
"And why's that?"
"Because you'll miss me and it's illegal."
"You got me there," Logan kissed Carlos.
Carlos lied his head on Logan's chest prior to Logan speaking again.
"You wanna watch a movie?"
"Sure! Which one?" Carlos said.
"I don't know, you pick."
Carlos sighed. "But I just got comfortable!"
"We'll watch Netflix, so neither of us have to move."
"Smart thinking, Logie."
"That's what I do best," Logan said as he grabbed the Roku romote and turned on Netflix. "So, what'd you want to watch?"
"Um... A Haunted House looks like it'd be good," Carlos suggested.
Logan put the movie on and pulled the comforter over the two of them. About halfway through the movie, Logan began to speak.
"Los, how the fuck did this even intrigue you?"
"Because it's hilarious!"
"No it isn't! It's stupid!"
"Whatever, Logie. I think this movie is awesome."
"That makes one of us," Logan mumbled under his breath.
Carlos ignored Logan's blasphemous comment. It didn't matter what Logan thought, because he was sure that the tall haired male would be bnound to force him watch a boring documentary about Venus or germs or surgery or some shit.
"Finally!" Logan exclaimed as the movie ended.
"You don't have to be so rude, Logan," Carlos said defensively.
"The movie was terrible!"
Carlos got off Logan and sat up next to him.
"You didn't have to watch it, nobody was forcing you."
"I know, but you wanted to watch it. I wasn't going to leave you in here alone. And in every relationship you're bound to do something you don't want to, just because the other person does. It's just something we have to live with."
Carlos sighed. "You have a point." He then hugged Logan.
Logan pulled Carlos on top of him and held him in a tighter embrace, giving him a kiss. Then another, repeated by another, and another.
Carlos pulled away and looked into Logan's eyes. "What's with the sudden horniness?"
Logan cocked his eyebrow. "Who said I was horny?"
"Your dick."
Logan looked down. "Crap."
"Yeah," Carlos said as he rocked his hips on Logan's erection, then got off the bed.
"Ngh," Logan moaned prior to seeing Carlos get up. "Where are you going?"
"Somewhere that's not here," Carlos snikered then ran out of the room.
"Asshole!" Logan yelled after Carlos.
Logan decided to fix his "little problem" since Carlos is a fucking tease.
Carlos walked across the hall to James and Kendall's room, when he heard heavy panting. Anyone with common sense would get the clue and walked away but Carlos didn't think anything of it. So he opened the door. When The door became ajar, he took notice in Kendall giving James a blowjob. The Latino quickly shut the door and ran back into his and Logan's room. He slammed the door shut and slid his back on the door, unil he reached the floor to sit.
"Carlos?!" Logan screamed.
Carlos' attention got directed toward Logan, who was at the time masturbating.
Carlos looked away, "Sorry!" Then he ran out of the bedroom.
Wow, this just wasn't Carlos' day. He ended up ini the living room and Katie was still on the couch, watching FOX.
"Hey, what's with the panic-y running?" she asked.
"Oh, uh, well, everyone... disturbing," Carlos answered, not wanting to tell Katie what he saw.
"Um... Okay? You wanna watch Shark Tank with me?"
"S-sure," Carlos said as he sat down next to Katie.
"You see, this guy is an idiot."
"Why?"
"Well because, his invention is a flook, and nobody is going to invest in him because he wants 80% profit," Katie explained.
"Is that a bad thing?"
Katie sighed. "Yes, that means that whoever invests in his product doesn't even get half of the money he makes."
"Oh! Well that's a rip off!" Carlos exclaimed, understanding what the young teen had told him.
Katie nodded in agreement. "Yeah, basically."
*Kendall's POV*
"CARLOS!" James yelled, hoping to get the Latino's attention.
It was silent a moment. I hardly think James is loud enough for Carlos to hear him.
"CARLOS!" James yelled again.
After what seemed like less than a minute, Carlos opened our bedroom door.
"What?" Carlos asked, poking his head in the door.
"Is the TV on out there?" James asked.
Seriously, James? That was the "inportant" question he had. Wow.
"Yeah, Katie's watching it," Carlos aswered.
"Well she's been watching it all day. Tell her to turn it off so we can come out. I'm tired of being in here."
With that, Carlos nodded and left to tell Katie the news. Then he came back and gave us the all clear. James and I walked out to the living room, literally jumping on the couch.
"Ah, feels good to be in the living room and NOT my bedroom!" I exclaimed.
It was so fucking true. I'm done with that room for a while.
"I bet it sucks not being able to do anything, huh?" Katie says, intagonizing us.
James and I just rolled our eyes.
After what was about ten minutes of lounging around in the living room, talking to our house mates, and just sitting upside down, when it came down to it, my mom walked in through the front door. She stopped dead in her tracks.
"Uh-uh. No, Kendall, James, bedroom. Now," she demanded.
What the fuck?!
"Really?! We can't even socialize?!" I said with disbelief.
She raised both her eyebrows in a "Oh no you did not" expression.
"Excuse me?"
"What? I mean we are being held captive in our room and we aren't allowed to talk to anyone?"
"Are you enjoying this? Talking to them," she said, gesturing to Carlos and Katie.
"Yes," I answered.
I looked at James, he had utter fear spread across his face.
"That's what I thought. You and James don't get ANY type of fun until you're done being grounded. Now, both of you get off the couch and go into your room. And you will NOT be having ANY... fun in there."
With that James and I walked into our room hesitantly. I can't believe this. I mean who THE fuck displins their children like this? She's keeping us isolated from everything. UGH.
When James and I reached our room, we both plopped down on our respective beds. I lifted my head up a bit to see James lying face-down, letting out a groan.
"I swear we're going to die in here," James said into his bed.
"I know. We should just start writing our will now."
"'Kay well, I want you to get all my stuff if you don't die."
"Same here."