A/N: See here's the thing (prepare yourself for a ramble): smut takes time. Especially if you're me. And despite the fact that a lot of this chapter has been in my head-and on various pieces of paper scattered throughout notebooks, bags, and my room, which thank fuck no one else goes in cause hey, hi, hello, awkward!-it still needed time to be written. Because the last thing I wanted to do was have this chapter just completely suck. This has been building up for twenty-seven-twenty-eight if you count "Sing Me Anything"-chapters and I wasn't about to rush anything. It wouldn't be fair to you guys, wouldn't be fair to the story, and wouldn't be fair to James and Kendall. And I know that you guys have been (impatiently) waiting for this but sometimes you don't write the story; sometimes it writes itself and all you do is type it up. I mean, how many times did I mention these jerks taking over and totally redoing chapters or plot points? A lot. Totally not my fault cause honestly? They were probably supposed to fuck about five chapters ago but they kept doing other shit and...well you know the rest.

Anyway, that's my explanation for the long wait for this chapter. Last thing I wanted was to quickly churn it out and update just 'cause someone yelled "UPDATE NOW" in a review. Otherwise it would've been total shit like "James fingered him, got him ready. They fucked. Bing bang bong, orgasms". No one wants to read that. And honestly, if I'd done that, if I'd given into demand and just updated because someone said so, I probably would've ended up hating the chapter, which would, in turn, make me hate this fic and not wanna work on it.

I'd apologize for the wait but I'm not sorry and I was taught never to lie. Besides I also had spring cleaning to do.

Shout out to Linda for linking me to that video that I damn near lost my mind during (and you'll get why when you read this. Reminder I had this fully written up before watching it.). Oh and everyone should thank her, cause it was her bribe of more fanart that had me posting this so soon. Otherwise I would've kept putting it off. That's what happens when you demand an update. I don't respond to those, okay? I do, however, respond to bribery. Another big shout out to Maria for her gorgeous fanart that I looooove! Thank you, hun!

Oh and shout out to the Deftones and their songs "Digital Bath" and "Passenger" for the mood music while I wrote this. UNF!

Don't think I need to cover my ass about anything. Oh! Thanks to putwhatinyourbutt over on Tumblr for confirming nothing works as lube except for lube. Seriously you guys should check that blog out. Good for a laugh/freak out in a bad way.

Enjoy the update! Deuces!


Kendall was ninety-nine percent sure the elevator ride was what Hell was. Only there'd be more OneDirection. Oh, and Bieber. And Cody Simpson covering "Call Me Maybe", because they weren't annoying enough on their own.

But despite the lack of shit-tacular soundtrack-or any sounds at all really-he wasn't entirely sure the elevator wasn't heading down. He hadn't exactly been virtuous or good, not over the past couple years anyway. Underage drinking, sex, drugs, swearing like a sailor, treating people like shit, acting like an asshole. Some would say his homosexuality was enough to earn a ticket to an afterlife down south, others would say the fact that he was created outta wedlock and was a bastard would do that. No matter the case though, he felt like he was already hanging out at Lucifer's place. After all, how else would one explain his current situation?

He stood in the corner of the elevator cart, hands over his crotch, trying to hide his boner but feeling like he was making it more obvious. Logan was on his right, eyes on his iPhone, a human barrier between Kendall and James. Probably a wise idea, in order to stop the two males from going at it and having it all caught on the camera the blond had spotted in the opposite corner. Although Freight Train would probably be safer and more effective, but he was in front of them in case some psycho was waiting on their floor, ready to attack when the elevator opened.

Then again, there was someone ready to attack the pop star already in the elevator. Just a different kind of attacking.

Which was why Kendall believed he was in Hell. He was in a small confined space, body tense, dick aching, a few strokes away from coming, and the guy he wanted to get him off was just a couple feet away. Only he couldn't do anything about it, couldn't grab hold of the guy, couldn't rut against him until they were both moaning, panting animals with stained boxers. Because they still weren't alone. He was stuck in that small space with other people, no sounds but the whir of the elevator and the ding as they passed each floor, Awkwardness a fifth passenger in the cart.

Hell.

Minus the pop shit music.

And it didn't get any better when they finally did arrive on the right floor. Freight Train got off first, followed by James, then Logan, Kendall trailing behind and admittedly walking a little funny. But considering how every step caused his cock to rub up against his boxers and jeans, the friction that annoying mix of pain/pleasure that was bringing him closer, despite the fact that he was trying to hold himself back.

They entered James' suite in the same order they exited the elevator, the bodyguard inspecting the rooms while the other three waited just inside the door. The blond leaned up against the wall, hands still covering himself, head tilted down as he bit his bottom lip. Time was moving way too slowly and Freight Train was taking way too long. And, okay, Kendall understood the need to be thorough, was glad for it, liked that James would be safe and the teen wouldn't need to worry. But still. He wanted everyone out the suite and the singer in him.

Two decades—technically minutes but whatever—later, Freight Train gave the all clear, leaving the suite, Logan following soon after. The door clicked shut, automatically locking itself, Kendall's heart and lungs stopping at the sound.

He'd barely raised his head before James was on him, hands cupping his face, hard body pressing him further against the wall, lips crashing against his own. He let out a gasp of shock, the singer taking advantage and practically shoving his tongue into the teen's mouth, exploring every nook and cranny inside.

Kendall's hands shot up, fingers tangling in the elder's hair. He had no clue if he was trying to keep the other male there, to keep the connection, or trying to pull away, to make it all stop. His entire body was overheated, on fire, feeling once again like that volcano that was set to blow at any moment.

And considering how tight his balls felt and how hard his dick was, an eruption was definitely about to happen.

James moved his hands to the blond's hips, grinding into him, the younger male pulling his lips away, slamming his head back against the wall with an unnoticed thud. A shaky gasp left the teen as he felt teeth sink into his neck, over the hickey that had been made earlier, eyes drifting closed.

"Gonna come," he groaned, breathing out a barely there swear. "Gonna fuckin' come."

Which was precisely when the brunet stopped.

Green eyes shot open as the other male stepped back, mind considering killing the taller guy if he didn't get laid soon.

But instead of leaving like the smaller male expected him to, the singer dropped to his knees, pushing up the teen's t-shirt and kissing his lower abdomen.

More desperate moans left Kendall, hips bucking forward, desperate for contact, for friction, for something. "James." His voice was a mix of need and frustration, no longer giving a shit about pride or holding back. "Don't tease."

"It's only teasing if you don't follow through," the pop star replied with a smirk, licking along the top of the blond's jeans before unbuttoning them.

The teen stared down at the elder male, watching with half-lidded eyes as his zipper was slowly pulled down. His chest was heaving, breathing reduced to shallow pants as his abs trembled with each in- and exhale.

Grabbing hold of the denim pants, the brunet shoved them down some, leaving them around the smaller male's thighs, almost trapping him in a way. Not wasting any more time, he undid the button on the slit of the boxers before reaching in and taking hold of the blond's cock, pulling it out.

Kendall's knees nearly gave out at the sensation of it as one hand wrapped around the base, the other stroking up and down slowly. He let out a shuddered moan at the feel of the elder male's hands, the skin rough but soft, grip firm but gentle. His lips were parted, jaw slack, too heavy to hold up as he continued to pant.

Then James brought his tongue into play.

It was a quick little lick, barely there, a fast flick over the slit that made the blond gasp. Both hands gripped him, tongue swirling around the head, teasing that sensitive spot just below. He licked all over the shaft, coating it, traced the slit once more and let out a satisfied "mmm" at the taste of the precome that had leaked out.

The teen bit his bottom lip, muffled whines leaving him, needing more. The tongue action was great and his dick was happy it was finally getting some attention, but it wasn't enough, not nearly enough.

The elder male seemed to know this, finally wrapping his lips around the tip, taking the head into his mouth and sucking lightly. The younger let out an "ahh" that was part shock, part pleasure, fingers tangling in brown locks as he moved his hips forward, trying to put more of his dick in the other male's mouth.

But James wasn't having any of that, determined to remain in charge, even from his position on his knees. He moved his hands to the smaller male's hips, pushing them back against the wall and holding him there. Hazel eyes flicked up, meeting green ones with a heated glare that spoke volumes more than his mouth could, even if it wasn't currently occupied. Kendall's tongue darted out, licking dry lips, unable to tear his gaze away, no matter how intense the other male's stare was. If anything, it was helping him realize this was real.

And, okay, a lotta things should've made him realize it was actually happening. There was the bruising pressure of fingers on his hips, the wet suction of a mouth around his dick, but he'd fantasized about this moment so many times over the past couple months that he'd gotten pretty good at imagining little details like those.

But there were so many things he hadn't imagined. The prick of fingernails in his skin, the vibrations of the noises the singer made as he took more of the teen's dick in his mouth, the teasing way he flicked his tongue on the underside. It was miles better than some celeb fantasy, partially because it was real, it was actually happening, but partially because it didn't even feel like he was being blown by a celeb. In that moment, it was just him and a twenty-two year old dude named James.

A dude whose right hand was palming his ass, fingers sliding between his cheeks.

"Oh, fuck, James," Kendall breathed out, hole twitching as the pad of one of the brunet's fingers pressed and rubbed against it. He relaxed against the feel of it, the rest of his body tense and hard, ready to blow at any second.

The brunet smirked, finger roughly pressing its way inside the blond, making him cry out. But his mind was soon taken off the stinging sensation as he felt wet heat cover more of his dick, watched as the elder male took more of him in his mouth, until he felt the tip hitting the back of his mouth.

"Shit!" His head fell back, face tilted up towards the ceiling, eyes slamming shut at the sensation. A strangled groan left his parted lips when he felt the other male swallow around him, the noise getting cut off by a choked laugh when the singer hummed. The teen had no idea what song it was-not that he even gave a shit at that moment-he just knew it sent vibrations throughout his entire body. And it fucking felt amazing.

Kendall lifted his head, looking down at the taller male, watching as he started bobbing his head up and down, the finger in the smaller male's ass moving in the same rhythm. The blond was torn between the two sensations, not sure if he wanted to move his hips forward or back, caught in the middle of toomuchtoomuchnotenoughsoclo se.

James moved his finger around stretching the younger guy's hole, rubbing his walls, pressing against his prostate. The teen kept panting, kept moaning, kept rutting his hips.

"Gonna come," he breathed out. "So-fuck!"

The brunet pulled the blond's cock out his mouth, hazel eyes locked onto green once more. He licked the flat of his tongue over the slit, nodding, wordlessly letting the smaller male know it was okay. Keeping the eye contact, he parted his lips and slowly started sliding the teen's dick back in his mouth, sucking hard on the head.

It took a few more sucks and a couple flicks of the tongue to the sensitive spot under the mushroom tip, then Kendall was finally coming, spilling into the elder male's mouth. His head slammed back as a cacophony of swears and James' name fell rapidly from his lips. His fingers cranked down, pulling at brunet hair without even realizing it, mind blown. All he could think about was how fucking good it felt to finally get that release, how amazing a blow job it'd been, and how it was made all the more better by who had given it to him.

His orgasm continued to roll through him as the singer continued to suck on the head, left hand stroking the shaft, prolonging it. The teen slumped back against the wall, head tilted back, eyes closed as a smile formed on his face. His legs miraculously held him upright as the other male helped him calm down, helped his breathing even out and his heart rate slow.

When he felt like a normal functioning human again-or at least as normal as he could be around the singer-he tilted his head back down, watching as James rose to his feet, their lips crashing together in yet another heated kiss. Kendall sucked on the singer's tongue, pulled at his bottom lip, fingers tangling in brown locks. His over-sensitized dick was still held by the taller male, twitching in his grasp, the orgasm he'd just had not nearly enough to fully sate him.

He broke the kiss, green eyes locking onto darkened hazel ones, hips rolling and chest heaving. His breath left him in pants, mingling with the other male's as they exchanged air. "Get me naked," he pleaded, swallowing. "Please."

"Not a problem," the brunet replied, moving his hands to cup the blond's face before kissing him again.

The teen felt his beanie being pushed off his head, the grey wool dropping onto the floor, both males too lost in the make-out session to really give a shit. Kendall could taste his come on the other male's tongue, along with the underlying flavor of James, a mix that the blond fucking loved. A strange possessive wave hit him at it, an overwhelming feeling of how well those flavors blended and how much they belonged together.

He wrapped his arms around the larger male's shoulders, pushing all his body weight into the broader frame, causing the singer to take a couple steps back.

James broke the kiss, lips reddened, face flushed, breathing harsh. "Bedroom."

Kendall nodded emphatically, watching as the elder male slipped out of his arms, taking the opportunity to put his dick back in his boxers and pull his pants up, not bothering to button them, 'cause really, there was no point. They were just gonna be undone again in a moment.

The brunet took hold of the blond's hand as he walked to the bedroom of the suite, pulling the younger male inside and closing the door behind them. They kissed hard once more, both kicking off their shoes, before the larger male pulled away, removing his t-shirt, the teen finally noticing that he'd changed after their previous romp back in the dressing room. He didn't get a chance to dwell on it though, thoughts switched to how his own black tee was being pushed up his torso and over his head.

Both shirts dropped to the floor, the two males reconnected their lips, the younger cupping the back of the other's neck, fingers in brown hair at the side of his head, as the elder wrapped his arms around the smaller's waist, pulling him closer. Their hips automatically started rutting together, the brunet's hard cock rubbing the blond's limp one through layers of cotton and denim, making it twitch and gaining its attention once more.

Kendall gained the upper hand, controlling the kiss, pushing the other male back until his legs hit the bed. Their lips parted again, James laying down on the piece of furniture and moving so his head was on the pillows. The blond straddled the brunet's hips, grinding down, the friction making them both moan and his dick start swelling. He attached his lips to the elder male's collarbone, nipping, kissing, sucking along it as his hands moved up and down the other guy's sides. Fingers were splayed along his back, holding him close, hips bucking up against his. The teen licked the hollow of the singer's throat, bit his adam's apple, before kissing his way down his clavicle. The larger male's chest was heaving, breathing hard, bottom lip sucked between his teeth as he looked down at the younger male.

"Now who's the tease?" James questioned, his voice a sexy rumble that went straight to Kendall's cock.

The blond smirked against tan skin, lips pressed between flat pecs. "I've waited three months for this," he pointed out, pressing open mouth kisses as he made his way over to one side of the brunet's chest. "I'm gonna enjoy every second and make it last."

"If you waited so long, why are you delayi-oh fuck!" The singer's question was cut off as the teen bit down on a nipple, causing his back to arch and his head to get thrown back. His breathing was ragged, shaky, fingers tangling in dirty blond hair, whines leaving his parted lips. "God, you're a dick."

The younger male laughed, smirk growing. "Revenge is sweet," he commented before sucking on the other nipple. Groans hit his ears, causing more blood to rush to his cock. The tug on his hair made him gasp, lips pulled from the hardened nub, pelvis grinding down harder. He lifted his head, half-lidded eyes meeting the other male's, seeing the pop star lick his own lips. The metal-head rubbed his thumbs over the singer's nipples as he sat up, rolling his hips.

"Why aren't you naked?" James demanded to know, sitting up, too, arms wrapping around the other male's waist and crashing their torsos together, kissing him roughly.

Kendall smirked, hands on broad shoulders. "Your fault," he managed to get out, the other male moving his lips to his neck.

"Gotta change that." The brunet bit down on the blond's pulse point then flipped them over. He wasted no time tugging the teen's jeans down and off, tossing them to the side. Straddling the younger male's legs, he mouthed the half-hard dick through black cotton boxers, hand stroking the length.

The teen moaned, whined, bit his bottom lip as he watched the elder male's ministrations, the memory of that mouth actually around his cock still fresh in his mind. He gripped the other guy's shoulders, fingers digging in. He was sure if he had nails and didn't chew 'em all off, they'd be drawing blood.

His hips bucked up and down, grinding, trying to get more contact, more friction. Small moans left him as he breathed shallow and rapid. "Please tell me you have lube and condoms."

James froze, head snapping up, face full of "oh shit."

Kendall sat up, panic hitting him. Seriously?! They were thisclose to finally having sex and they didn't have the necessary materials?! He really was being punished, really was in Hell.

The singer sat back on his heels, smoothing a hand over the top of his head, eyes flipped down, unseeing. His brow was drawn, face the same expression Carlos had when trying to figure out algebra. The blond hoped the brunet wasn't trying to think up an acceptable alternative to lube, since he was ninety-nine percent sure none existed. And there was no fucking way he could be talked into sex without a condom. He might've done a lotta dumb, reckless shit in his life but unprotected sex wasn't one of 'em. He wasn't about to change that for anyone.

He watched as the elder male got off the bed, walking straight over to the suitcase sitting on the stand in the corner. He flipped open the lid, letting out a "thank fuck", shoulders slumping in relief.

The teen remained on the bed, eyebrow cocked, wondering what exactly was going on. Until he randomly got distracted by his socks, mainly how they were still on and how the singer's feet were bare. He slipped a sock off, balling it up before tossing it at the other male's head, chuckling as the brunet turned and looked at him.

"You just throw something at me?"

"Yup." Kendall smiled proudly, pleased with himself and his aim, working on removing the other sock.

The confusion stayed on James' face, eyebrow raised as he looked at what the other male was doing. "You taking your socks off?"

"Yeah," he replied in a "duh" manner, slipping the clothing item all the way off. "Not having sex with socks on. Just awkward and weird."

The brunet tilted his head from side to side, considering the statement, then started walking back towards the bed. "I heard sex with socks on was kinda hot. Something 'bout keeping your body temp up or some shit."

Tilting his head down, the blond stared at the black cotton in his hand, debating putting it back on. But then he'd have to go get the other one...

The singer put the items he'd grabbed on the nightstand before taking the sock and tossing it behind him. Putting a hand on the teen's chest, he pushed the younger male back into a lying position. "Maybe some other time," he stated with a smirk as he laid down on top, attaching his lips to the right side of the blond's neck.

Kendall let out a moan at the sucking sensation, hips bucking up, hands moving down the other male's sides and around to the front of his jeans. He unzipped and unbuttoned them, sliding his hands inside the waistband and pushing them down as far as he could before moving his hands to the elder male's broad shoulders. With a shove, he had them flipped, James on his back on the bed, allowing the blond to fully remove his jeans.

Both males now clad in just their boxers, the younger crawled on top of the elder, aligning their groins and grinding them together. He rubbed his nose against the brunet's, their lips briefly meeting, tongues flicking against one another.

"You still aren't naked," the singer pointed out.

The teen smirked as he put his forehead on the other male's. "Neither are you."

"You should fix that."

Kendall rose to his knees, hooking his fingers under the elastic waistband of the other male's boxers, stretching it and pulling the clothing item down and off. Leaving James laying naked on the bed.

Holy. Shit.

Unable to move, the blond remained on his knees, straddling muscular thighs as he took in the male before him. He truly was more beautiful in person than in pictures. The flat planes of his chest were rising and falling at a rapid pace, ridged abdomen expanding and contracting. His skin was a perfect tan all over, minus a triangular area around his crotch, like he sunbathed in a speedo. His cock was long, thick, laying on his lower abdomen, an angry red tint as it eagerly awaited release.

Fuck, he was gorgeous. And for the time being, he was all Kendall's.

A sharp pain at his hip caught the blond's attention, soon realizing the brunet had snapped the band of his boxers against his skin. He glared at the other male. "Asshole."

"Yeah, well, I'm tryna get in yours, so lose the boxers."

"Bossy fucker," he muttered, pushing the cotton shorts down, careful around his erection.

A hand came down on his bare ass, eliciting a gasp, the brunet smirking cockily. "You like that I'm bossy."

The teen continued taking off his undies, shifting from knee to knee, rolling his eyes. "I like when you shut up," he replied, tossing the boxers at the other male's face.

James' grin was still there when he removed the black fabric, dropping them onto the floor and grabbing a plastic cylindrical container off the nightstand. "Liar."

"Cocky son of a bitch."

"You know it," the singer agreed, wiggling his eyebrows.

The blond laughed, cupping the elder male's face and kissing him, feeling a hand grab his ass and pull, spreading his cheeks apart. He deepened the kiss, tongue exploring the inside of the other male's mouth, feeling the hand move away. The sounds of a cap being snapped open hit his ears, cheeks spread again before something cold drizzled over his hole.

He automatically tried to move away, his cock rubbing against the singer's, a shudder racing through his body at the sensation. A wet finger easily slid inside his hole, moving in and out, as he continued rutting his hips. He felt the brunet thrusting in time with him, heard the muffled moans that were coming from both of them. It was like all five senses were suddenly brought to life, overwhelming him, making him tremble above the larger male.

A second finger slid inside him, causing him to break the kiss so he could moan. His hands gripped hard onto broad shoulders, legs tense around large thighs, still grinding. James' dick was rubbing perfectly against him, hitting sensitized skin and stimulated nerves, making both of them pant.

Kendall swallowed hard, forehead resting against the brunet's, a thin sheen of sweat on both their skin and making them slippery. "You were right," he admitted, pausing to lick dry lips, mind back on the convo in the limo when the singer was stroking him through his jeans. "I did want this."

A small laugh gusted against the blond's lips, followed by a throaty groan as the heads of both their cocks rubbed. "Fuck, so did I," he breathed out, eyes drifting closed, scissoring his fingers.

A whiny groan left the teen, teeth sinking into his bottom lip briefly. "Want you in me more."

"Fuck, so do I."

The younger male breathed out a tiny chuckle at the repetition, one that was soon cut off by a sharp inhale and a small gasped exhale of pain as he felt a third finger enter him. He moved his forehead to James' shoulder, right hand shifting to the larger male's hip and gripping hard. His entire body was tense, tight, shuddering at being stretched so far after going so long without it. His breath left him in shaky pants, inhales harsh and ragged, eyes closed and bottom lip pressed between his teeth.

The brunet kissed his shoulder, free hand stroking up and down his back, soothing him as he kept his fingers still, buried inside the smaller male. "It's okay," he murmured. "I got you."

Kendall swallowed the lump in his throat, the words hitting him deeper than just some superficial reassurance meant to make him relax. No guy had ever said that to him, no matter the connotation, and he wasn't entirely sure if he could handle it coming from the guy he was currently falling for.

So instead he just nodded, exhaling a "move", whimpering as the elder male did just that.

It took a couple strokes of the fingers inside him, but soon the blond's hips were moving again, thrusting back against the digits and forward against the brunet's dick. The singer started scissoring his fingers again, causing the teen's eyes to pop open, a muffled whine leaving clenched lips.

"Fuck," he groaned, fingers digging into the elder male. "Condoms?"

"Nightstand." The reply was breathy, desperate, needy, and the younger male savored the sound.

Fingers still moving in and out of him, Kendall sat up and leaned over to the mentioned piece of furniture, a moan escaping him at the new angle the digits were hitting him at. He somehow managed to get the box open, pulling out a roll of condoms and tearing a packet off then tossing the rest on top of the nightstand. Straightening up, he ripped open the foil square with his teeth before pulling out the rubber contained within.

"You gonna put it on me?" James asked with a smirk, dark eyes showing he had no problem with that plan at all.

Kendall let out a small laugh as he scooted back a couple inches, gaining access to the other male's dick, but also keeping those fingers inside himself. "Like I'm really gonna miss an opportunity to touch you."

The brunet let out an "mmm" as he licked his lips, hips bucking as the blond position the condom. "Don't let me stop you."

"Wasn't gonna." The teen rolled the latex down, covering the elder male's hard length before reaching back over to the nightstand to grab the lube. He drizzled some down onto the condom covered cock then closed the tube and put it back. Stroking the other male, he spread the lube around, making sure he was coated, making sure he was ready.

James groaned deeply, head tilted back, face flushed, an image that would be forever burned in Kendall's mind, one he'd no doubt bring back up during showers or lonely nights spent away from the singer.

Which was gonna happen too soon and too often.

The elder male moved his head back to where it had been, his dark eyes blazing, fierce determination etched on his features. "Fuck this," he commented, pulling his fingers out and gripping the smaller male's hips, flipping them over. He moved the blond's legs, pushing them back against his slim chest, the younger male taking the hint and holding them in place as the elder positioned himself. The brunet sat back, legs folded on either side of the blond, rubbing the the tip of his cock around the lubed up hole it wanted to be in.

"Please." Kendall was begging, desperate, pride having left with his clothes as he felt his entrance twitch against the warm head of the other male's dick. "No more teasing. Just please." His green eyes met the singer's dark ones and he knew the desperation was all over his face. But at that moment, he didn't give a shit. He just needed to finally, finally be fucked by this man.

The singer visibly swallowed, lips parted, chest heaving. But he nodded, hand holding one of the teen's cheeks, the right holding his dick as he finally entered the younger guy.

Both males let out groans at the sensation, the blond at being filled, the brunet at being covered. He didn't stop until he was fully sheathed, buried to the hilt, both of them gasping for air. That's when it hit the teen: he was finally officially having sex with the man he'd been lusting after for months.

Holy. Shit.

Who said dreams don't come true?

James paused, unmoving, a strange mix of emotions on his face. Kendall's brow furrowed as he looked up at the elder male, as he realized the singer wasn't holding still just to let him adjust, but to also allow the brunet to deal with shit himself.

"James?" he questioned, swallowing hard, trying to focus on the other male and what was going on, rather than the feel of him inside and how badly he needed him to move. "You okay?"

The brunet nodded, forcing a small smile, one that only lasted a second-if that. "Great. Just." He paused, breathing shakily, head hanging before he spoke quietly, like he was hoping the blond wouldn't hear. "Hate how perfect you are."

The teen's confusion grew, mouth opening to speak. He wanted to argue, to say that he wasn't perfect, that he was the exact opposite, that he had no clue what it was the other male saw in him. He also wanted to ask what was wrong with being perfect, why he hated it, why he said it like it was a bad thing. He knew he wasn't like that, knew James wasn't either, but sometimes feelings get in the way, made you see someone in a better light, whether it was the limelight shining on a fave celeb, or your own personal spotlight shining on the one you were falling for.

"Love is blind" was a cliche for a reason.

And, okay, maybe Kendall was a lil guilty of finding James perfect, flawless, unmarred, despite how shitty the singer treated him at times, leaving him high and dry, disappearing for a few days before calling outta the blue, avoiding deep conversations or anything even remotely personal. But the teen still thought the elder male was... well, perfect. And he didn't see anything wrong or anything bad or anything problematic about it.

So for the pop star to say he hated it was confusing as fuck, not to mention indicative of some deep shit.

But Kendall never got a chance to say any of that, never got to question it, barely even got a chance to fully think it through. James had pulled back and slammed into him, wrenching a deep groan from the younger male.

The blond's eyes closed, head tilting back as the pain of being stretched and the pleasure of being thrust into washed over him. The brunet's hands moved to the smaller male's thighs, legs draped over broad shoulders as he moved in and out shallowly. Arms out to the side, the teen fisted the comforter below him, small pants forced out with each short thrust.

"Goddamn, you're tight," the singer commented, licking his lips, head tilted back.

The smaller male watched a drop of sweat run down the larger's neck, pooling in his collarbone before continuing its southbound journey. He wanted to lick it up, lick the other male all over. He wanted to do a lotta shit with him but only as long as he was still being fucked into.

James shifted positions, leaning forward and pushing Kendall's legs back, practically folding him in half. Large forearms rested on either side of the teen, the elder male on his knees, hips flexing as they had back in the dressing room, only now they were driving his dick into the smaller male in long, deep thrusts.

The blond wrapped his arms around the brunet, groans turning to desperate pants as he was repeatedly filled, stretched more than he ever had been before. A swear left him on a breath, his head tilting back against the pillow. He felt fingers tangle in his sweat-soaked hair at the top of his head, felt a tongue trace the column of his throat. God, he could feel James everywhere, not just where his cock moved in and out or where their bodies pressed together. He could feel the brunet pounding in his bloodstream, still taste him on his tongue, smell the combined scents of the singer's natural musk, body spray, and sex. His head was spinning, body no longer under his control, and he felt almost drunk, almost high, almost but way better.

Kendall tightened up during one particularly deep thrust, clenching around the other male's dick and relishing the reaction he got. James' free left arm shot out, hand grabbing the top of the headboard as he gasped. He lifted his head, dark eyes meeting green ones, jaw tense as he took in the younger male's grin.

"Lil shit," the brunet practically growled, pulling on blond hair as he lowered his head and sank his teeth into the side of the teen's neck.

The smaller male yelled out a "fuck!", eyes nearly leaving his skull, clenching hard around the larger male once again.

James let out a noise that was a combo of a whine and a groan, teeth releasing Kendall's skin. He sat up once more, back in his previous position, dick slipping out with the motion and making the blond whimper at the loss. The brunet slid back inside, lifting the smaller male's legs and locking his ankles behind his neck. Making some slight adjustments, he gripped the younger male's hips and started pounding into him in short, hard thrusts.

Kendall's eyes closed tight at the onslaught, left hand fisting the comforter once more, right hand scrambling for purchase on James' thigh. This was what he'd wanted, what he'd fantasized about: the singer completely owning him, slamming into him, ruining him. He wanted to be reduced to nothing but a mess of moans and begs, pleasure and pain, sweat and come. He wanted to be fucked in every sense of the word, from the literal meaning of having sex to the metaphorical one of never being the same again.

And from the pounding his ass was taking, he had a feeling the brunet was tryna do just that.

He opened his eyes, fingers digging into the other male's thigh, in an attempt to make sure it was all real, that it was actually happening and he was actually having sex with James. And he was. The whole thing was really going on, not some fantasy. And he wasn't just fucking some other dude and putting the pop star's face on him, because honestly? His imagination wasn't good enough to do that. No way would he be able to imagine the tiny beads of sweat rolling down flat pecs, past that lil mole he had. No way would he be able to imagine the rippling and flexing of abdominals he drooled over on his computer. No way would he be able to imagine the slack jaw, the reddened cheeks, the dark eyes, or the mix of amazement, pleasure, ache, need, and the countless other emotions currently on the larger male's face.

But godfuckingdamn if it wasn't a beautiful sight, one that was enough to make him blow his load right then and there.

Kendall's hand moved from the other male's thigh to his own dick, fingers wrapping around and jerking it. His motions were frantic, sloppy, but he didn't care. He was close and his messy technique was still working, still helping his orgasm get closer.

"Fuck, that's hot," James commented, eyes trained downward, watching the teen stroke himself. "Wanna watch you. Jerk off. Shit!" He swore out as the blond tightened around him again. "Oh, fuck. One day."

"Whatever you want," the younger male agreed, knowing that at that moment, he could be asked to fuck down on a cactus covered in barbed wire and broken glass and he'd do it. "Fuck! So close." His eyes closed again, body writhing around on the bed, trying to thrust down on the other male.

"Shit, c'mon, Kendall. Lemme see it," the singer demanded, pausing to lick his lips. "Wanna see you come." He leaned forward, placing one hand on the bed, locking his arm as he braced his weight.

The slight change in angle had the brunet rubbing against his prostate with every thrust and it wasn't long before Kendall felt his orgasm hit, more intense and more powerful than before. His back arched, swears and the other male's name tumbling out in a nonsensical ramble he didn't wanna begin to figure out. He felt his come spurting out, hitting his chest and stomach, as the rest of his body numbed out, toes curling to the point of pain.

It took him a long moment to recover, to realize his legs had fallen and that the other male had stilled his actions. Opening his eyes, he saw the look of awe on James' face, saw the tenseness in his body, his own orgasm seeming to be justthere. Legs on either side of the other male, the blond pushed himself up, holding his body raised with his left arm on the bed, right hand grabbing the back of the brunet's neck to help pull himself up, the elder male's dick slipping out once more. He crashed their lips together, teeth smashing against skin, a whimper leaving the singer. Kendall pulled his lips back, meeting the pop star's eyes, determination glowing in his own green orbs.

"C'mon, James," he urged, grinding down in the other male's lap. "Lemme feel you fill me up."

The brunet groaned before leaning forward, causing the blond to fall onto his back, then got into his previous sitting position. He grabbed hold of the smaller male at the juncture of his hips and thighs, using his spread legs as handles in a way, pulling the other male to him as he lined his cock up and slammed forward. The teen moaned at the feeling, fighting to keep his eyes open. He'd be damned if anything was gonna stop him from seeing the pop star orgasm.

It took a few short, quick thrusts, but James was soon coming. He slowed his motions, moving the blond at a more leisurely pace, his head tilting back, eyes closed, jaw slack as he moaned out Kendall's name. A blissed out look was on his face, a lazy grin spreading across it, as the blond felt the pulsing inside him of the condom being filled.

Fully spent, the singer pulled out and collapsed on his back next to the younger male. Both were silent, both were breathing hard, but both had just experienced amazing orgasms so fuck everything else.

Kendall's hand slid off his torso, limbs feeling like jello, flopping onto the bed. Well, partially on the bed. It also partially fell on James' hand. Now halfway in control of his limbs, the blond moved his hand, taking hold of the brunet's and linking their fingers together in a cheesy ass way of some sorta post-coital connection, one he never really needed until then.

It lasted about two seconds before James got up and off the bed.

What the fuck?

Kendall sat up, brow furrowed, watching the other male walk around the end of the bed. Hurt and rejection pierced through his after-orgasm bliss, stabbing him in the gut and the chest, earlier thoughts of being nothing but a sex toy to the pop star returning.

Unwanted. Unneeded. Unloved.

But the worst part wasn't the hurt or the rejection or the feelings of being used. It was the fact that he was okay with all that shit, if it meant he was with the singer at all, if it meant the elder male was giving him the physical attention he craved, if it meant the brunet was fucking him like that.

He clearly needed to put out an APB on his balls because despite having just emptied themselves, they had apparently gone missing.

He kept his eyes on the other male, refusing to think about what an amazing back he had or how hot those muscles looked as they rolled and flexed with the motion of him walking or how bad he wanted to slap that great ass as he pounded into it. Instead, he focused on the surety of the singer's movements as he headed to the bathroom, taking the condom off at the same time.

Like he'd done it before.

Several times before.

Kendall let out a snort, rolling his eyes as he shook his head in disbelief. He was probably one in a mile long list of conquests for the pop star, just another name in his Lil Black Book of Groupies. He was seriously deluding himself if he thought he was anything different, anything special. Hell, the guy had condoms and lube in his suitcase just waiting to be used. This clearly wasn't his first time doing this.

James stopped a foot or so away from the bathroom, turning to the teen still on the bed, having seemingly heard the noise the blond as let out. "What?"

The younger male shook his head, bending his left leg so his foot was flat on the comforter and his knee was up. "Nothing," he lied, resting his elbow on his knee and shoving his hand in his hair.

The brunet cocked an eyebrow for a brief second before shrugging it off and continuing on his way.

A sigh escaped the blond, hand smearing over his face, realizing he'd blown a good fucking shot at getting some answers, some clarification. With a mental 'fuck it', he decided to just go for it, to just ask anyway and not give a shit how it seemed or what the other male thought.

"So," he started. "The condoms and lube?"

"I had Logan get me some," James' voice drifted through from the bathroom, the light inside now on, body not visible through the open doorway. "Can't be caught buying that shit. There's enough rumors about my sexuality out there."

Okay, that made sense. But that didn't really mean shit. He could've had the assistant replenish his supply, having run out of the stuff beforehand.

"So you didn't actually have any?" Kendall pressed, fingers running through his hair. "You don't, like, travel with it, just in case."

"Nope." The singer exited the bathroom, flipping the light off as he went, a white fabric square in his hand. "What? You think I do this all the time?"

'Yes.'

'Shut up.'

He dropped his hand, letting it hang over his lap as he shrugged his shoulder. "I dunno. Do you?"

The brunet's lips twisted up at the corner, amused laugh leaving him as he put one knee on the bed. "No," he answered, pushing on the blond's upper chest until he was laying down before wiping the come off him with the wipe he'd gotten from the bathroom. "You were the first. For a lotta shit." The second part was spoken in that low reluctant voice, eyes pointed down as he watched what he was doing and avoided eye contact.

Kendall couldn't help the small smirk that formed on his face. "Really?"

"Yeah."

The teen felt his stomach flip at the possibilities of what exactly those firsts could be. First fan to spend the weekend with him. First guy he'd been with. First person he had deep feelings for.

First mistake. First fucked up mental case he slept with. First asshole with major fucking issues he invited into his world.

Green eyes turned downward, locking onto the tan hand moving the wipe over pale skin. "Why?" he asked lowly, clearing his throat to remove the roughness from his voice. "Why me?"

James immediately stood up, crumpling up the wipe and tossing it onto the nightstand before he walked towards the end of the bed. "I already told you why."

The blond followed the brunet with his eyes, watching him round the end of the bed. "No, you didn't," he argued as he scooted back, shuffling so he was no longer on top of the comforter.

"Yes, I did." The singer pulled the blanket back, sitting on the mattress and covering his lap.

Getting under the comforter with him, the younger male kept his eyes on the elder, seriously not remembering hearing anything like that, knowing he wouldn't be able to forget something that huge. "Then remind me."

James let out a harsh sigh. "Go to sleep, Kendall," he ordered, laying on his side, facing away from the teen.

Oh. Fuck. That. He might've been shutting the younger male out metaphorically, but there was no way the blond was gonna allow himself to be shut out physically, too.

Kendall moved over, laying alongside the larger male, arm draped over the brunet' waist. He didn't care about drying sweat or...well whatever was on that wipe, nor did he care that they both kinda stunk and needed a shower. He needed the closeness more, needed the connection, needed...he needed a fucking cuddle, goddammit.

A small laugh left the singer and he turned his head to look at the teen. "Oh, so you're big spoon, huh?"

"I am tonight," he replied, cocky grin on his face. "You can be big spoon next time."

The brunet froze, tensed up, swallowing audibly. "Next time?" he asked shakily.

"Yeah." The blond's brow furrowed and he raised up on one arm, pulling away slightly. "Unless you don't wanna."

A large hand clamped down around his small wrist, holding him in place. "No, I-" He stopped, seeming unsure of what he was tryna say. His eyes shifted down, watching as he slid his hand to cover the other male's entwining their fingers. "Yeah. Big spoon." His voice was low, like he wasn't entirely comfortable with it but was still willing to give it a shot for whatever reason.

Kendall cocked an eyebrow as he looked down at the brunet. "You're not much of a cuddler, are you?"

James shook his head, eyes still on their layered hands. "Not really, no."

"That's okay," the teen commented as he laid back down, snuggling into the elder male's back and tightening his arm around his waist. "Neither am I."

The brunet laughed, the blond joining in, the two then exchanging "good night"s. Kendall pressed a kiss between James, shoulder blades, nuzzling into his broad back, soon falling asleep as he held the other male close.