*Kendall's POV*
I rose my head off the bed, after my nap, then looked in the way of James. I noticed him staring at me. Creep.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"You are just so cute when you sleep."
"Thanks? But that's fucking weird," I said, throwing a pillow at him.
"That was unnecessary. I can't compliment you without getting bullied?"
What?
"Um, staring at people when they sleep is kind of disturbing."
"Whatever," James spat.
I sat up in my bed and stretched out my back. "What time is it?"
"5:45," James said, prior to putting his watch back on our shared nightstand.
"UUGGHH!" I groaned, then I took notice someone knocking on our door.
"Come in," James said.
Just then, my mom and Katie walked in with two plates of food, on for me and one for Jay, I presume.
"We brought food for you guys," Katie said, as they brought our plates to us.
"After you're done, leave your dishes outside your door, I'll get them later," my mom said.
"Thanks Mrs. Knight," James said politely.
"Yeah, thanks mom... And Katie," I added, not to be rude.
"You're welcome, good night boys," my mom said before her and Katie left us.
"What'd you get, Jamie?"
"Three tacos, you?"
"Same," I said, taking a bite of my taco. "What are we going to do in here for the rest of the week?"
"I have no idea," James said, swallowing his bite.
"You know what the only plus side to this is?"
"Spending time with me?"
Psychic.
"Yep. I would've thought that if my mom wanted us to suffer that bad, she would've separated us."
"Yeah, that would make sense. You are the only one I can even tolerate being around 24/7."
"Same here. Like I love everyone else, don't get me wrong, but you just never get boring."
"Well I'm glad."
"Me too."
After finishing our dinner, I placed both of our plates outside our door. I lied in bed with James and we started talking about random-ass stuff.
"...So if you have three fish in one hand and twelve shoes on your back, how many shoes would you have in your hand?" James asked.
"Okay, one, you're confusing yourself; and two, what on Earth would even put you in that circumstance?" I asked.
"Well like you could've gone fishing with six of your friends, you all caught three fish, and there was a biiiig puddle-"
"A puddle?"
"Yes! So there was a big puddle and they didn't want to get their brand new shoes dirty. You see, they place their new shoes on your back because you have your old shoes on and you can't hold them all in your hands."
"Okay, well why couldn't they just hold their own shoes?"
"Because their hands were full of all the fishing equipment."
"Now why are they wearing new shoes on a fishing trip?"
"Because! All of their other shoes had holes in them and their parents threw them away!"
"Okay, love. Whatever you say..."
"Kendall?"
"Yeah?"
"What's the difference between a Lamborghini and a pile of dead babies?"
"Um... I don't know?"
"I don't have a Lamborghini in my garage."
What the...?
"BAHAHAH! Okay... How do you put a baby in a bowl?"
"I don't know."
"A blender. How do you get a baby out of a bowl?" James cocked his eyebrow. "Tostitos."
"Oh. My. Gosh. Kendall, what is wrong with you?!"
"Says the guy who has a pile of dead babies in his garage?!"
"Touche."
"Do you even know what that means?" I asked.
"...No... But it sounded like the right word to use," James said innocently.
"Boy I love you, Jay," I said hugging his side.
"I love you too..."
After a while I sprung up out of bed with sudden realization.
"James!"
"What?!"
"I have board games under my bed," I said in a hushed tone.
"You mean to tell me that all this time we could have been having fun?!"
"James! Shut up! I don't want anyone to know. If my mom finds out they'll get taken away."
"Oh. Which ones do you have?"
I made my way to the underneath of my bed and pulled out my stash of games.
"We got Twister, Sorry, Monopoly, and Hi Ho Cherry-Oh."
"What do you wanna play?"
"Don't care, you choose."
"Wait, isn't Hi Ho Cherry-Oh a little kid game? For like five year olds?"
"Don't judge me."
"Okay, um, let's play Twister."
"Good choice," I said as I pushed the other games back under my bed.
I set up the game and made my way to the closet.
"What are you doing?" James asked.
"Changing into looser clothes so I can be more flexible," I replied from the closet.
"Well why don't you come out here and we play strip Twister?"
I walked out of the closet, and into the presence of my boyfriend.
"So," I said placing my hands on James' waist. "How do we play?"
"Just like normal Twister," he said mocking my moves. "But every time the spinner lands on red, we remove one article of clothing."
"Sounds like fun, babe," I said kissing his irresistable lips.
"Let's play," James said before kissing me again.
James and I got ourselves situated then began to play, James going first.
"Left foot yellow," he said, placing his left foot on a yellow spot.
I took the spinner and spun. It's red. Fuck.
"Right hand red," I said before beginning to take my shirt off.
"No no no! You have to make your move first, so it's more challenging. You can only use one hand or foot at a time."
"Fuuuck."
I placed my hand on a red spot, then took my shirt off. I knew this game wouldn't end in my favor.
It was down to me in my underwear and james was naked. He was basically bridged over me and his legs were crossed. I could feel him trembling.
"Okay, it's your turn," James told me.
I spun the spinner.
"Left foot red," I spoke.
I moved my foot to the red spot and tried removing my boxer-briefs with only one foot. I got them off some how.
"Hand me the spinner?" James asked. I slid the spinner to him and he spun. "Left hand yellow. This is impossible."
James struggled to find a way to get his left hand to that yellow spot but collapsed. Since I'm under him, when he fell he brought me down with him.
"Ah shit!" I groaned.
"Sorry," James apologized, getting off me.
"You squished my dick," I said, getting up.
James made his way over to me, pulling me into a hug.
"Do you want me to kiss it and make it better?" James asked.
"Mmmhmmm," I hummed like an innocent three-year-old.
James pulled out of the embrace and kissed my penis.
"There. All better?"
"Yes, thank you."
I gave James a kiss prior to it getting more intense.
"Carlos, you can't do that!" Logan warned.
"Why not?" Carlos questioned.
The two boys were on the roof of the PalmWoods, as Carlos was trying to bungee jump off of it.
"Because! It's stupid! I'm not letting you jump off the roof!" Logan said as he pulled his boyfriend away from the edge of the roof.
"It looks like fun! Why won't you let me have any fun?!"
Truth is Logan was just afraid Carlos would get hurt. He wasn't wanting the Latino to be any pain. If he was in pain, Logan would be too.
Logan pulled Carlos closer, looking into his eyes. "I don't want you to get hurt. I'm not going to risk losing you. You are way too important to me."
"You really mean that, Logie?" Carlos asked with big brown puppy eyes.
"Of course, Los." Logan kissed Carlos sweetly before pulling him into a large embrace. "Now, let's go back to the crib."
"Okay," Carlos said, taking Logan's hand, intertwining their fingers.
The couple walked down to the apartment, opening the door to see Mrs. Knight dancing, singing, and cleaning to Famous. They stopped abruptly in their tracks.
"Um, what are you doing, Momma Knight?" Carlos asked with pure curiosity.
"...yeah," Logan said with disturbance in his voice.
Mrs. Knight looked at the two boys. "None of your business."
Logan and Carlos went into their bedroom to escape the awkward tension in the living room. They had lied in Carlos' bed, Logan's head on the Latino's chest.
"Logie?" Carlos asked innocently.
"Hmm?" Logan replied, lifting his head a bit.
"Can we switch spots? I like to cuddling up to you more than me just lying here."
"Oh, so you hate me cuddling you, huh?"
"No no no! It's just it's more comfortable for me-"
Logan sat up some. "I know what you meant. Relax, sweetie. Of course we can switch, whatever makes you the most comfortable."
The two males switched positions to where Logan was lying on his back, his armed drapped around his significant other. He had turned the TV on to The Simpsons, knowing that Carlos and himself love the show.
*Kendall's POV*
"Just give me a reason, just a little bit's enough-" I sang.
"Just a second, we're not broken, just bent-" James sang.
"And we can learn to love again!" we sang simultaneously.
We had been lying in bed together, singing random songs that had popped into our heads, since about seven. Considering we have nothing better to do. Well, I could think of a lot of things we could do, but I'm not sure if we're there yet with our relationship. Sometimes I hate how slow things go, but when it's time, we'll know.
"Ken?" he asked.
"Yeah?" I replied.
"Is there any particular reason you chose that song to sing?"
"Nope, it was just the first thing that had come to mind."
"Okay."
"Why? Is there did you have a reason?"
"...Not that I know of," James said. "That song has kind of been stuck in my head for while, and I can't remember the last I've heard it."
"Yeah, I'm not even sure how that's possible, but it's weird when that does happen though."
"Can I tell you secret?" James asked.
Why the sudden trust issues?
"Yes, of course, you've been able to tell me anything since PeeWee Hockey."
"Okay... I love you," James whispered.
What a fucking tease! I thought he had an actual secret.
"I love you too. I didn't know that was a secret though."
"Well know you do," James laughed.
"You're ridiculous, Jay," I said, kissing his cheek.
"How so?"
"Don't worry about it, love."
James pulled me on top of him, kissing me passionately. As our lips danced, James slyly slide his tongue in my mouth. What a sneak. Not that I mind.
James had lowered his hands to my ass, and boy what a feeling that was. I laced my fingers in his hair, then there was a knock at the door. I quickly got off of James and lied text to him.
"Come in!" I hollered.
My mom came in, no surprise. She closed the door and sat on my bed, resting her hands on her knees. I bet she's going to talk to us about something stupid and find away to make us be grounded longer, if that's even possible.
"Boys, I've been thinking," she started. "Tomorrow, I'm going to give you back your phones-"
Seriously?! Fuck yeah!
"YES!" James and exclaimed together.
"Now, now, settle down. The only reason I've decided to do that is because you two seem completely miserable in here, and for you to do that for the next five days, is kind of making me feel bad. But you two still did wrong, and you're still getting punished. It's just getting a little bit enlightened."
I got up from the bed and surprised my mother with a hug.
"Thank you, thank you, thank you!" I thanked.
"Yes, thank you soo much, Mrs. Knight!" James exclaimed, happily.
"You're welcome," mom said prior to me releasing her from my arms.
She got off my bed and started walking to the door, as she was opening it I said, "I love you, mom!"
"Love you too, sweetie," she said, then left.
I lyed back in bed with James.
"I am soooo happy!" James told me.
"I know right?!" I agreed.
I looked at James and he pulled me on top of him again.
"Now, where were we?" he asked, then kissed me.
As much as I love kissing the sexy man under me, for whatever reason, I'm not in the mood to make out.
"Jamie, I'm not really in the mood," I said, pulling away. "Nothing against you."
"It's fine, I'm not going to force you." That might actually be pleasant. "What would you like to do then, love?"
That's a great question. Honestly, I have no idea, I'm not really in the mood to do anything, which is really weird.
"I don't know. What time is it?"
James looked at his watch which was sitting on top of the nightstand in between our beds.
"Ten-ish. I just looked at the hours."
"You tired?" I asked, yawning?
"Eh, I bet I could get there though. You seem tired, so we shall sleep."
James got up, turned the light off, and crawled into bed.
"I still have to brush my teeth and put my pajamas on," I protested.
"Well, at least the former," James said seductively.
We both got up, made our way to the bathroom, and turned the light on so we could see.
"Let there be light!" I said, as if I were in church.
James and I wetted our toothbrushes, put toothpaste on them, rewetted them, and brushed our teeth. After we finished, we turned the light back on and made our way to the closet, where the dirty clothes basket is located. I stripped down to my boxers, discarding my other clothes into the hamper, as did James.
"I wanna try something," James said as he walked over to me.
"What?" I asked.
"We sleep naked," he said, placing his hands on my hips, tucking his thumbs under the elastic of my boxers.
"I've never done that before."
"Try it then. It's way more comfortable than wearing clothes to bed," James ensured me.
What have I got to lose?
"Fine, I'll take your word," I sighed.
"Good," James said, pulling my underwear down, exposing me completely. He then removed his underwear, and we got back into bed.
I lied my head on his chest, snuggling into his muscled side. I picked my head up to meet James' face. I gave him a quick kiss. "Good night, I love you."
"Good night, I love you too," James kissed me back.
I cuddled up to James once more, getting really comfortable. I put my right leg in between his, to expand my comfort. Once I was settled, James kissed the top of my head, then fell asleep. I could literally die like this and know I'd be happy.
