God, this took me FOREVER to finish! But it's my birthdaytomorrow and I'm in anauditing mood XD So, this one is a request for an anon called Kira, who probably isn't reading this anymore, but whatever :) the request was, quite simply, another oneshot with Jett in it. So, here it is!

It was a known fact that when Big Time Rush returned from their first tour and met Jett Stetson, they all disliked him immensely. The actor was snobby, self-centered and seemed to love mocking them all every chance he could. James could remember when they first met. The four had been home only a day and were down by the pool when he'd walked by with that memorable first line, "So this is that boyband everyone's so hooked on?" He laughed. "Not as good-looking as I expected."

"You did not just say that," had been James's furious response.

However, Kendall was the one who stood up and said with a little smirk on his face, "So this is that actor everyone's hooked on?" He looked Jett up and down before commenting innocently, "I dunno, I thought he'd have more sex appeal than a pug. Guess not."

The three sitting down had exploded into laughter, mostly because when Jett made that snooty face, he did look like a pug. Jett's response had been, with a smirk, "Wow, blondie's feisty. How unexpected."

There were quite a few jokes going around the Palmwoods that Jett had a thing for Kendall. Why else would he spend more time mocking him than any of the rest of them? James had wanted to scream at all of them that he was the one with a 'thing' for Kendall, he'd had a 'thing' for Kendall since they were both fourteen. He just hoped and prayed the rumours weren't true, that Jettt didn't have feelings for his best friend.

But no such luck came to him. James seriously couldn't believe what he was hearing that night when Kendall had made a big effort with his appearance, and when he was going out the door, the answer to his three best friends' questioning was the blonde blushing furiously and murmuring, "I'm going on a date, with Jett."

It filled James with such hatred when he saw Kendall and Jett walk around the Palmwoods holding hands, or sitting on a sun lounger by the pool with their arms around each other. Or that time when he'd walked into the apartment to see them sucking face on the couch, Kendall seated in Jett's lap, Jett's arms wrapped around his waist. The two had sprung apart when they took notice of him, Kendall's face turning bright red, while Jett just gave this cocky little smirk, almost as if to say 'Haha James, look at what you're missing.'

Though the worst had to be those times when James would come in to hear those sounds coming from his and Kendall's room; the moaning, the creak of the bed springs, the occasional scream of somebody's name, usually Jett's. And James would just sit on the couch or at the table, waiting for them to finish so he could actually go into his room. Jett would eventually emerge with messy hair and that stupid cocky smirk, and Kendall would follow him, and be walking funny as he walked to the door with Jett, kissing him goodbye before turning back with this happy, dreamy look on his face that James absolutely hated. Well, of course he wouldn't mind if Kendall looked like that because of him, but he didn't. So he hated it. It made sense to him.

One afternoon James went up to apartment 2J after a trip to the pool, and walked in on the two of them in the middle of a steamy make out session. Kendall was lying on top of Jett, their lips joined together. James stared at them with wide angry eyes. Kendall seemed to sense they were being watched and pulled back, looking up. "Oh. Hi, James." Cheeks darkening slightly, he moved to pull away, but Jett held onto his hips and kept him there.

"Don't mind me," James muttered, giving a fake smile. "I'm not really here."

Jett smirked, before turning back to Kendall. "You heard him, baby," he murmured, grinning and pulling Kendall back down by the shoulders, the blonde giggling as he was pulled in for another kiss.

James sat at the table with his Man Fashion magazine, peeking over the top at the couple on the couch. He watched in contempt as Jett slowly (and deliberately, probably half just to bother him) ran his hands down over Kendall's ass, giving it a squeeze. Kendall squeaked, hands moving to hold onto Jett's shoulders. James narrowed his eyes in pure rage as Jett's eyes opened slightly for a second to glance right at him, before he shut them again.

Jett squeezed Kendall's ass again, kneading it through his jeans. Then Kendall pulled back from the kiss again only a millimetre or two, a slight frown on his face. "Jett, stop that," Kendall murmured. When Jett moved his hands up under Kendall's shirt the blonde started giggling against the other's lips. The sight totally sickened James. But then one of Jett's hands moved to grab at his ass again, Kendall pulled back from him and firmly took hold of his hands, pulling them away. "No, stop, I mean it."

James couldn't help smirking as Kendall got off Jett, sitting next to him. Then his smile faded away again as Jett wrapped his arms around him, pulling him in to lean against his chest. He clenched his jaw and went back to his magazine, determined to ignore them. But it was difficult; almost every minute he just had to glance over at them, making himself even angrier.

James sighed and got up, walking out of the room, a little annoyed when Kendall didn't even seem to notice. He sat in his room and stayed there for a while, counting the minutes—which felt like hours—until he heard the front door of the apartment slam shut, and he knew Jett was finally gone. He hopped up and walked out into the kitchen, where Kendall was standing at the counter, cutting up fruit to make a smoothie. "Hey," he greeted with a smile. "What's up?"

James shrugged. "Oh, nothing much," he relied breezily, choosing not to mention that he wanted to strangle Kendall's boyfriend and/or throw him off the roof. "Can I have a smoothie too?"

"Sure." Kendall glanced up from the plate of fruit to smile at him. "So, how was the pool?"

It was Thursday night when it happened. James, Logan and Carlos were sitting in the living room, watching a movie when they head raised voices out in the hallway. At first, they weren't recognisable. Then simultaneously, the three of them knew who were arguing out in the hallway. They heard Jett shouting something hard to understand, then—

"Look, I don't want to hear any more excuses, alright? We're done!"

"Fine! Who needs you, anyway?"

A few seconds later, Kendall came walking into the apartment, biting his lip. Carlos, Logan and James looked up at him. Carlos, naturally, was the first to speak. "Kendall . . . are you ok?"

Kendall nodded, not convincing any of them. "Of course. I mean, he's not worth it, right?" He was gone and out of the room before they could say anything else.

Carlos, Logan and James all exchanged worried glances. "Should we see if he's ok?" Carlos asked nervously.

"I think we should give him some space for now," Logan replied with a sigh. "He'll probably just slam the door in our faces if we try and talk to him now."

"I never liked Jett," was all James said. "I know it's harsh, but Kendall should never have started dating him; it was only going to end in tears."

The next morning, James and Carlos were eating breakfast when Logan walked in, a grim look on his face. "Morning. Hey, I have news on the Kendall-Jett situation."

They both looked up in anticipation.

"I asked him about what happened last night, before you two went to bed," Logan said.

"Well?" Carlos demanded. "Did you find out what happened?"

Logan nodded, sitting down with them. "Jett was . . ." He ran a hand through his hair sighing before continuing, "He was only dating Kendall for sex. Kendall overheard him showing off to his friends about how hot he was and how great in bed he was, or something like that. Apparently it's the only reason he had any interest in him."

Carlos's eyes widened. "What a jerk!"

James nodded. "I should've known that was all he wanted! He could hardly keep his hands to himself half the time, he was like an octopus—"

"Shh!" Logan hissed.

James saw why when Kendall appeared from the hallway to their rooms, dressed in sweatpants and a t-shirt, yawning. He gave them a small smile before walking towards the refrigerator. "Morning. What's up?"

"Oh, nothing," Caroos replied nonchalantly. "Just discussing . . . relationships and stuff."

Kendall shrugged. "Well, I think they're such a waste of time, when that person is dating you for stupid reasons, and they get you to fall for them, and then you just give them whatever they want and . . ." Kendall trailed off and shook his head, shutting the refrigerator. "I'm going back to bed; I've got a headache."

Kendall and Jett were avoiding each other, and soon enough it was clear to everyone at the Palmwoods that they had a messy breakup. While James felt a little bad about the whole thing, he mostly saw it as an opportunity. One that he often felt too nervous to take hold of.

Then one afternoon, James decided he didn't want to wait any longer. He and Carlos went to the coffee shop across the street from the Palmwoods, their only goal to purchase frozen yogurt from the stand inside. But when they walked in, James saw Kendall sitting by one of the windows with Camille and Guitar Dude, all three of them with little cups of frozen yogurt. He was laughing and chatting with them, and looked happy. He sort of looked over it. James wanted to ask him out, wanted to make a move. But he worried. And so, he turned to the only one close enough to ask for help.

"Carlos, I need some advice."

"Oh? What is it?"

"I've got this . . ." James bit his lip. "This yogurt problem."

Carlos looked very confused. "A yogurt problem?"

"Yeah. Um, I can't really think of . . . um, which yogurt to get." James was focusing ridiculously hard on this metaphor. "I mean. There are lots to choose from, but some of them, they don't . . . seem like what I would get, and I don't want people to think badly of me because of it."

"Because of a yogurt?" Carlos said slowly, looking very confused. "Well, what kind of yogurt do you want?"

"Um . . ." James's eyes fell on Kendall, smiling a little dreamily. "Maybe strawberry, I think."

"What? That's so dull! Why would you—"

"Carlos! Ok, that's not what I meant. Just . . ." Well, no holding back now. "Just look around."

Carlos did. There weren't many people in the place that they could see from where they were that had strawberry yogurt. It didn't take Carlos long to spot the three that did. His face wrinkled in disgust. "Ew, James! Why are you chasing her? She's like fifty!"

"What? No!" James grabbed Carlos's head, twisting it in the right direction. "The other one!" He bit his lip. "The cute one."

Carlos looked. Then his eyes widened. And he smiled. "Oh. That one." He turned to James, smiling now because he obviously understood the metaphor. "Well, I think you should order that strawberry yogurt." His face turned slightly serious. "But don't break the yogurt's heart, because it just left a relationship that didn't go well and might not want to get involved with anyone yet, but if it does you have to go easy on it . . ." He paused, frowning. "This is the strangest conversation we've ever had."

"You know what, Carlitos? I really doubt that." He looked over at Kendall again. "So, you think I should go talk to him?"

"Definitely. But don't come on too strong. I mean, the Jett Stetson charm just backfired on him, so don't be too . . . pushy."

"Got it. Don't be pushy, lay off the charm. Thanks, Carlos." James took a deep breath and made his way over to where Kendall was sitting and chatting with Camille and Guitar Dude. "Hey guys," he greeted with a smile.

"Hi," they all replied with friendly smiles.

James swallowed. "Kendall, can I talk to you for a second?" He tilted his head slightly in the other direction. Kendall seemed to get the message and stood up. "Yeah, sure."

He followed James away from the table. "What is it?" he asked curiously.

James got up every ounce of courage he had. "Do you wanna see a movie tonight?"

"Oh." Kendall smiled. "Yeah, ok."

"Really?" James's face lit up.

"Yeah. What are we seeing? I mean, do Carlos and Logan—"

"No, no." James bit his lip. "I mean, just the two of us."

"Oh." Kendall looked slightly surprised. "Um, alright. What do you wanna see?"

"Um, well, there are a few options. We could see . . ." Acting like it was a random suggestion; "The sequel to that Kiss & Tell? We could see that."

Kendall's eye's widened a little. "A romance? Any particular reason why you chose that?" His head tilted slightly in confusion. "Is this like, a date?"

Yes, yes it is. "Well, not really, I mean, we . . ." James paused, trying to think of an excuse. Then he had it. "Well, we never spend much time together anymore, just the two of us. It's always you and Logan, and me and Carlos. We can just sit and make fun of it like we used to all do at Logan's house, remember? We had a lot of fun with that."

Kendall smiled. "Yeah, I guess so. Just remember you can't throw popcorn at the screen this time. Other people will be there to actually watch the movie." He gave James another smile, then turned and walked away back to Camille and Guitar Dude.

James grinned in triumph and hurried back over to Carlos. "So, how did it go?" the Latino asked him impatiently.

"We're going out tonight," James replied, still unable to believe his luck.

That night, James dressed in a blue shirt and black jeans, heart pounding nervously. Kendall didn't even realise this was a date, and James could hardly breathe at the thought of going to a movie with him, sitting there in the dark next to him for over an hour. He took a deep breath and walked out into the kitchen, where Kendall was sitting on a chair by the counter, in yet another plaid shirt and black skinny jeans. Fuck those legs. Seriously.

"You're looking very fancy," Kendall commented with a playful smile. "Are you sure this isn't a date?"

"Uh, yup," James replied, nodding his head while thinking, I'm lying.

"Ok, then," Kendall said with a smile. "Come on, we'll go. You're driving."

Once they were downstairs and seated in the Big Time Rush mobile, James chose to start a conversation as they pulled out of the parking lot. "So . . . been writing any songs lately?"

"I've been working on one," Kendall replied breezily. "It doesn't have a name yet, but Gustavo likes it and said it could be on the next album if I get more work done with it."

"That's cool," James said with a grin. "You have to let me hear it sometime."

Kendall glanced at him, a warm smile on his face. "Alright. I don't object to that."

When they got to the theatre and bought the tickets, James couldn't help noticing ow cute Kendall looked, even more so than usual. But then he thought of how he and Jett had probably come on a few dates here, and it pissed him off. They sat down in the movie theatre, picking seats near the back, where they were in a row by themselves; the movie had been out for a while ow and numbers were small. They set the box of popcorn in between them and settled down to watch this cheesy romance.

James's breath would catch in his throat every time Kendall reached a little closer to him to get some popcorn, or when he leaned really close to whisper in his ear some mocking remark on how ridiculous the movie was. James wanted to scream, "Dammit, don't you realise what you're doing to me?"

James rolled his eyes at the protagonist's idiocy, and turned to look at Kendall. Kendall looked up at him too almost the exact same moment. James couldn't help leaning towards him just a little. Then a bit more. He could swear Kendall moved forward just a little too, because suddenly they were only a couple of centimetres apart.

"Ok, maybe I sort of concealed the truth," James whispered. "Maybe this is a date."

"I knew it," Kendall whispered back with a trace of a smirk on his face, before their lips joined together.

James smiled into the kiss, feeling one of Kendall's hands come up to rest against his neck. James started to deepen the kiss a little, tongue gently sweeping over Kendall's lips. But at this, Kendall pulled back, biting his lip in what looked like slight nervousness.

"Sorry," James whispered.

"It's ok," came Kendall's reply.

Both of them simultaneously turned back to the movie, deciding it was probably better they stay silent. After a few seconds of sitting there, James slowly moved his arm up to the back of Kendall's seat. When Kendall turned to look at him, James just have a tiny smile, then in response, Kendall smiled back and moved so that he was leaning against James. James grinned and moved his arm down to around Kendall's shoulder, resting his head against his. Neither of them looked at each other again. They were fine as they were.

"That movie was so bad," Kendall laughed as they walked out of the movie theatre. "And half the girls in there were in tears at the end."

"I saw a guy or two like that as well," James giggled, wrapping an arm around Kendall's shoulders (in a friendly way!) as they made their way towards the parking lot. "Oh God, why can't I stop laughing . . ."

"Because it was so stupid that it's funny," Kendall replied almost dazedly, leaning against the taller boy as he fished around in his pocket for the keys.

Kendall started giggling again as James fumbled around in his pocket for the keys, growling in frustration. "I can't find the damn things!" he ranted. "Wait, here they are."

"Silly Jamie," Kendall sniggered, practically skipping around to the passenger side door as James unlocked the car and hopped in.

"Oh shut up, blondie," James replied, rolling his eyes and chuckling as he started the car.

"Why don't you make me?" Kendall asked, sticking out his tongue playfully as they pulled out of he parking lot and onto the street.

God, you don't know how much I want to, James thought, imagining him and Kendall diving into the backseat of the car, Kendall pinned underneath him, mouth hanging open in pleasure as James left little kisses on his neck and tugged that plaid shirt off . . .

James mentally shook himself as they continued to drive. "So, what was your least favourite part of the movie?"

They were still laughing as they took the elevator back up to the apartment. "Hey guys," Logan greeted from the couch when they walked in. "What were you to up to?"

"Just hanging," James said breezily, heading towards his and Kendall's room, with the blonde following him.

They walked into their room, Kendall shutting the door behind them. "That was a lot of fun," he said, smiling at James. "I enjoyed that."

James nodded, wondering if Kendall was even thinking about the kiss and replied, "Me too. Despite the fact that the movie was totally terrible."

Kendall laughed. Then suddenly he stepped forward, and slipped backwards, yelping in surprise. "Shit—!"

James darted forward and grabbed him around the waist, holding him up. "Are you ok?"

Kendall nodded breathlessly, holding onto James's shoulder for more support as he straightened up. He chuckled lightly when he looked down to see what he's slipped on. "Now you know not to leave your underwear lying around. It almost killed me."

"Well, you'll just have to watch where you step, won't you?" James replied breezily. Then he realised he was still holding Kendall's waist, and that Kendall was still holding his shoulder. Instead of letting go, he slowly moved forward to press his forehead against Kendall's. He felt the blonde's breath quicken, and joined their lips together.

This time, when he was unable to resist running his tongue along Kendall's lips again to ask for entrance, Kendall didn't pull away. He opened his mouth to let him in, the hand on James's shoulder moving to run through his hair. James forgot that he'd spent almost twenty minutes trying to make it perfect. All that mattered now was Kendall's tongue sliding along against his, his breaths coming in hot puffs into James's mouth.

James moved his hands to Kendall's hips,and pushed him up against the wall, pressing their bodies together. Kendall made some kind of whimpering noise at this, but kissed James back, his other hand moving around James's neck. James grinned into the kiss, although it soon fell when he dared to move one hand to the back of Kendall's left thigh, hoisting his leg up around his waist, and Kendall pushed back slightly. "James, I . . ."

"Hmm?" James asked before going back for another kiss, running his hand along Kendall's thigh.

"I . . . I can't," Kendall murmured, pulling back and pushing James away, more firmly this time. "It's too soon . . . too soon after Jett."

"Oh." James sighed, stepping back from him. "It's ok, I get it."

Kendall bit his lip, watching him with sad eyes. "You're disappointed in me," he said softly.

"No!" James said quickly. "I mean, I don't mind if you don't want to . . . do that yet, I understand where you're coming from. I just . . . I know it's only our first date but I don't wanna stop seeing you."

"Well, I don't wanna stop seeing you either," Kendall replied with a smile.

James grinned, stepping a little closer to him and placing one hand on his cheek. "Then we won't stop seeing each other," he said, before kissing Kendall gently. There was no dominance, nothing but their lips gently brushing together. When James pulled back, he said, "Y'know, I was gonna take you for food after the movie, but I totally forgot. You wanna go into the kitchen and find something?"

Kendall smiled sweetly. "Ok."

"I don't know how you can eat that," James said in disgust twenty minutes later, sitting cross-legged on the rug by the 2J couch. He had a packet of chips balanced on his lap,and a little plate of square brownies on the floor in the front of him. Kendall was sitting across from him, with a plastic bowl in his hand, eating half of the brownie mix raw with a wooden spoon.

"It tastes better this way," Kendall insisted, his little pink tongue darting out to lick more of the brownie mix off the spoon. "Don't knock it 'til you've tried it."

"Whatever you say, Kenny," James replied with a roll of his eyes, nibbling on more chips. Only a few seconds later, he spotted the spoon shooting towards him and felt something sticky all over his cheek. "What the—Kendall!"

Kendall laughed at the look on his face, sticking his tongue out at him teasingly. "Like I said, don't knock it til you've tried it."

"Well, because I'm just a stubborn moron, I refuse," James said with a smirk.

Kendall rolled his eyes. Then stopped for a second looking thoughtful, before smirking and licking his lips. "Fine. I'll have it, then." Kendall crawled forward on his knees until he was right on front of James. He leaned forward until their faces were barely apart and James could feel Kendall's breath on his face. Then Kendall stuck his long out and licked a long line up James's cheek, taking up a trail of the brownie mix as he went. James bit his lip, trying to hold in the moan as Kendall repeated the movement, licking more of the chocolate substance off his face. "Fuck, Kendall," he couldn't help gasping out as the last was taken off with a particularly hard lick. "Fucking hot . . ."

Somehow this changed things. Kendall stopped moving, pulling back slightly. James saw his eyes were wide and worried. "I-I . . ."

"Kendall—"

"Oh my God, I'm such a slut," Kendall gasped, leaping away from James and leaned against the couch, hugging his knees an staring at them with wide eyes.

James quickly moved to sit next to him. "No, no you're not. Don't say that."

"But I am," Kendall said quietly. "No wonder Jett only dated me for sex." He gave a small laugh. "But, you know what's funny? I don't know where he got that idea. I'd never even had sex before I met him."

James couldn't help stiffening at that. "So, he was your first?"

Kendall nodded, biting his lip. Then he turned to look up at James nervously. "Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah, anything."

"Um . . . you've had sex before, right?"

"Yeah, a few times . . ."

"Who was . . . I mean . . ." Kendall bit his lip.

"It was Zoe," James answered calmly. "You know, the chick I was dating back in Minnesota?"

"Yeah, I remember her." Kendall paused. "What was it like for you? Your first time, I mean."

"Oh." James couldn't help grinning. "It was pretty fantastic. I mean, I know me and her didn't work out, but at the time we both really had strong feelings for each other, and we just clicked. I felt so good after it, and it was mostly because it was with her, and like, I really cared about her and she cared about me too."

"You're lucky," Kendall said softly. "It must have been amazing."

"Um . . . how was it for you?" James asked slightly hesitantly.

Kendall shrugged. "Nice, I guess. But that's the thing; it didn't feel like what you described there. It felt good, but it wasn't special, it wasn't amazing. But I wish it was."

James gave a sympathetic smile, wrapping his arm around Kendall's shoulders and pulling him close. "Kendall, you need to forget him. There are plenty of fish in the sea, and I'm not just talking about me here." When he heard Kendall laugh, James continued. "Not everyone's first time is special, not every relationship is perfect. Jett doesn't deserve you, and you don't deserve to be stuck with an ass like him."

James couldn't stop smiling that next day. He practically skipped around the Palmwoods, humming to himself all the way. After a pleasant morning at the pool with Carlos, he was just returning to the lobby, planning in going up to the apartment to see Kendall, when he spotted something that made is heart almost stop.

Kendall and Jett were standing by the wall, talking earnestly. Jett looked confident, Kendall looked annoyed as he stood with his back to the wall. Inching closer, James was able to catch what they were saying.

"Kendall, I want you back," Jett said bluntly, stepping a little closer, one hand on either side of the wall so Kendall couldn't get away. "It was a mistake dumping you."

"Ok, first of all, I'm the one who dumped you . . ." Kendall started to say, trailing off as Jett ran a hand along his cheek.

"Whatever. Look, the point is, you're hot, and I miss you, and everybody thinks I'm totally insane for dumping you—"

"I dumped you—"

"I was mutual." Jett rested his other hand on Kendall's hip, pulling him a little closer. "So, what do you say? A movie tonight, or dinner, and maybe some make up sex afterwards?"

James felt rage surge through him. Oh, no you don't, you stupid son of a—

"Yeah, I don't think so," Kendall said firmly, pulling Jett's hands off him. "Look, Jett, I liked you. I really liked you, and you hurt me. I don't want to go out with you again." He paused. "And, I've started seeing someone else."

"What?" Jett sounded horrified.

"Yep. In fact, there he is, over there." James's face lit up in a grin was Kendall walked past Jett and over to him, taking his hand.

Jett glared at James like he was something gross he'd stepped on. "Him? Why?"

Kendall gave James's hand a gentle squeeze, smiling up at him before turning back to Jett. "Well, first of all, he asked me out, and I said yes. Second, he's also my best friend, and I know I can trust him." He paused, grinning. "Plus, I like him; he's cute, and funny, and he cares about me . . . basically everything you never were." Kendall shrugged, turning to lead James away. "Bye, Jett."

James was totally go smacked as Kendall led him away, into the elevator. They were in there alone, and as soon as the door closed, Kendall pulled him in for a soft kiss. "I meant every word, you know."

James couldn't help grinning. "Yeah. I know."

I decided they wouldn't have sex, because after the next oneshot, there's gonna be at least three smuts in a row, or something. So that's why. Please review!