A/N: Hello everyone! We've officially reached the final chapter of Easy!
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"Where is he?" Kendall demanded.
Shane, jogging into the airport from the blazing hot tarmac alongside him, shook his head. "I don't see any of them."
The airport on this small island was a tiny building, hardly more than a rain shelter, and today, the place was packed with law enforcement personnel-local police, international investigators, and even a few people wearing FBI jackets who were here in an 'unofficial' capacity.
"If it hadn't taken so long to get here…" Kendall fumed, running a hand through his hair.
Shane glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "Hardly my fault that almost every plane in the hangar was damaged by the wash from Shaw's engine, Knight."
"Well, what good are your billions if you can't get us a plane in less than five hours?" Kendall scoffed. "People from the States are here already."
As it was, they'd had to co-opt another pilot staying on the island to fly them over in his tiny prop-plane, only big enough for two passengers. Kendall had never been particularly frightened of air travel, and even he'd had to fight the urge to puke.
"You could've stuck with Senator Shaw and Jenna," Shane said, a hard edge to his voice.
Kendall noticed he'd immediately dropped the Uncle, and winced, guilt flashing through him. As hard as this day had been for him, it had to have been even harder for Shane, knowing someone he'd trusted had betrayed him so acutely.
"Yeah, no thank you," Kendall said. "Fortunately, the yacht will take another few hours to get here."
Once Shane relayed the message that Jake had taken off with Dak, James, and Ethan as hostages, Shaw had been beside himself. As soon as Jett had informed him his plane had touched down in St. Michel, Shaw had insisted on taking one of the yachts docked on St. Brigitte and traveling to St. Michel by boat, rather than waiting for a plane as Kendall and Shane had. It turned out not to have been a wise decision.
Kendall turned in a wide circle, searching for James, when a hand reached out to clasp him on the shoulder.
"Kendall," Gustavo said, and Kendall couldn't help but pull him into a hug.
"Thank you so much for getting here," he told his former boss.
Gustavo pounded him on the back, obviously taken aback. "Um...yeah, I'm just glad you called me," he said. "Carlos and Lucy are so pissed I didn't let them come, but there was no time."
"You kept things on the QT?" Kendall asked, already knowing the answer but wanting it confirmed.
"Yeah. I haven't said anything about the senator possibly being involved." Gustavo blew out a breath. "Good luck to you with proving that." He glanced at Shane, and Kendall belatedly introduced them.
"Well, we apprehended the guy who arranged the incident," Kendall reminded him as Shane and Gustavo shook hands. "But Senator Shaw's not much of a flight risk. I don't think you need to take him into custody until we get our guy to turn him in."
"Jake Ryan?" Gustavo's head tilted to the side and he looked at Kendall appraisingly. "I dunno if it's gonna be as straightforward as you think. He's clammed up. Not a word since we got here. Locals were already on the ground waiting for them when they landed, brought him out on a stretcher because he was knocked out cold, apparently by your boyfriend." Gustavo didn't even try to hide his amusement. "I like him, by the way."
Shane rolled his eyes, but Kendall didn't give a shit what Shane thought. As long as James would have him, that's where he'd be. Speaking of which…
"Where is James?" he asked Gustavo.
"Outside. Come on, I'll show you." He walked them to the front of the small building, pointing to a closed door as they passed. "That's the manager's office, where we're keeping Jake for now. He woke up pretty quick after we got him inside. No lasting damage. But now he's looking for an attorney. Not a big surprise, but don't start thinking you've got an easy case," Gustavo warned.
"Yeah, but from what Ethan said when he called from the plane-"
Gustavo stopped still. "Who? Sorry, I don't know anyone by that name. Certainly no one who was on the plane. Both Dak Zevon and James Diamond have stated on record it was only the two of them, along with Jake. And...anyone else...was already gone by the time I got here." He smiled at Kendall. "Apparently he said to tell you he'd call. Soon."
Shane's head went back, a small smile lifting his lips. "Well done," he said.
"Incredible," Kendall corrected, shaking his head in gratitude.
"Incredible? Please. I'm amazing. But I'll take the compliment from the guy who carried a thumb drive of hardcore porn in his pocket, just when he knew Clark was gonna go looking for it." He rolled his eyes, and Kendall felt a flush spread across his cheeks.
In retrospect, perhaps not his wisest choice. "You, uh...figured it out?"
"Told you before, Knight. You don't have any tricks I don't know about. James and Dak plan to say Jake flew the plane in, and they clocked him after they'd landed when he attempted to kill them." Gustavo gave them a quick wink. "Just FYI. And between their testimony and the interview footage from after the accident, I think they're going to have a solid case against the guy without involving your brother at all unless he wants to come forward."
"Thank you," Kendall told him, clapping a hand on his shoulder. "I'm really glad I called you."
"Don't thank me," Gustavo said, shaking his head. "I'm fucking glad you realized you should call. Looks like something I said finally penetrated that hard head of yours."
Kendall smiled. Someone had gotten through to him alright, but it had nothing to do with Gustavo's words.
They resumed walking until they got to the front entrance of the airport. Outside, the setting sun reflected off the windows of a few cars, and tall palm trees swayed in the hot breeze. Off to one side, there was a small seating area and a picnic table with benches on either side. Dak was curled up awkwardly on one of the wooden chairs, his weight on one side. When he saw the men appear in the doorway, he stood up slowly and began walking towards them, clearly hurt.
James sat on the far side of the picnic table, facing away from them. He was hunched over, elbows on knees, staring into the distance. He was so real and so alive, Kendall had to stop himself from jogging over and wrapping him up in a big hug.
You're gonna have to do some convincing, he reminded himself. But it would be worth it.
He put a restraining hand on Shane's arm when he started to make his way over to his brother.
"Hey, can I?" he asked, nodding at James.
Shane looked at Kendall grimly. Kendall bristled as he prepared for some sort of threat or warning which, frankly, the guy didn't deserve to be handing out. But Shane surprised him.
"Hold him tight," was all he said. He looked over at his brother sadly, then clapped Kendall on the shoulder. "And don't fuck up."
He turned and walked back into the airport.
Kendall took a deep breath, walked toward James, his feet moving faster and faster until he was full-out running. James turned as soon as he heard someone approaching, and stood with a bright smile on his face as Kendall crashed into him, throwing his arms around his man and picking him up off the ground.
"Hey," James said.
"I was so fucking scared," Kendall spoke the words into James' hair. It wasn't what he'd intended to say, but then nothing seemed to go according to plan when he was with James. He'd learn to just enjoy the ride. "And I love you," he blurted out. "Not...not because I was scared, okay? Just...I should have said it before. I knew it yesterday...hell, I probably knew it last week, and I was just too afraid to tell you."
He set James back on his feet and pulled away slightly so he could see his face-the hazel eyes, those long lashes, the blush Kendall loved to put on his cheeks. "I know this has all been my fault, James. It was my fault you weren't standing beside me in the hangar. Hell, it was my fault you were even on the fucking island in the first place. I lied to you, and took the easy way out."
James shook his head and Kendall panicked. Be more convincing, Knight.
He ran a hand through his hair. "Listen, I know this is deja vu, me convincing you to give me another chance. What am I on now, my fourth? My fifth?" He winced. "And it's not like I can say this is gonna be the last chance I need, either. I mean, I'm probably going to need six more before we get back to Boston. But I learn from my mistakes, James." He swallowed. "I just need you to trust me."
"You called the FBI," James said when Kendall finally gave him a chance to speak.
Kendall frowned. Okaaay. Not quite the return declaration he'd been hoping for. He let his hands drop to James' waist.
"Yeah, of course. I called Gustavo," he said, hooking a thumb towards the building. "The second you guys took off. I was scared to death. I had no idea what else to do."
"No, Ken," James said, his own arms still wrapped around Kendall's neck. "You called the FBI. You called your team to come and save us, even though you knew it might get Ethan in trouble." He grinned. "I'd already figured out you loved me. I promised myself if we landed safely, I would tie you up and force you to tell me."
A smile tugged at Kendall's lips. "Is that so?"
"Yup. Maybe I still will." His gaze was teasing, and Kendall became lost in it. "But when we landed and the authorities were here, that's when I knew. There was no way you'd risk Ethan unless...unless you already realized you loved me, too."
Kendall shook his head. "I couldn't let anything happen to you. I love Ethan, but you...you've become everything somehow. It's crazy, huh?"
James' smile was as bright as the sun. "Yeah. Totally illogical. But this really smart guy once told me, the most illogical things are sometimes the truest."
Kendall leaned forward and gently took James' mouth with his, nibbling at the gorgeous lower lip that had fascinated him from the very beginning. "We'll see who ties up who, Badass," he warned James. And then he leaned forward and claimed the laughing mouth with his own-slow and easy and forever.
"Marcus, how about you fill us in on the modifications for the…" Shane's voice carried across the table as he spoke to the manager of a Diamond Tech research division in Spokane whose face was plastered on a giant wall-mounted flat-screen, but James could barely force himself to listen. Despite the bright sunlight flooding the conference room through the floor-to-ceiling windows behind him, and the extra-large coffee on the table in front of him, James was tired.
On the other side of the thick, glass-block privacy walls which cocooned the conference room for the rest of the office, no doubt the employees of Diamond Tech were moving around, hurrying to finish their work before they could leave for the weekend. James was just a tiny bit jealous. He wondered for the twenty-seventh time why Shane always scheduled these meetings on Friday mornings.
Not that having Shane at the helm again was in any way a bad thing. In fact, it was one major silver lining to all the shit that had gone down on St. Brigitte and the even bigger mess they'd found when they returned.
Deckard Shaw's betrayal and the ramifications of it were things James and Shane would struggle with for a long time, but it helped to know Shane was back among the living, no longer swamped under the weight of his own grief, and he and Jett were closer than ever.
Ethan was still in the wind all these months later. With Shaw still awaiting trial, Ethan had decided to stay low for a while since he was technically a dead man. He had been in constant contact with Kendall though, and eventually, even James had begun receiving regular texts from him. It had taken a bit of time, but Ethan had eventually warmed up to James.
"You mean a lot to my brother, and it seems like you're here to stay, so...welcome to the family ." Ethan had said to James in one of the rare moments that they were alone. It was followed up by a threat, of course, but the sentiment meant a lot to James all the same.
Ethan had apparently been in contact with Shane as well, which came as a shock to both James and Kendall. Shane and Ethan were tight-lipped about how they got in contact with each other and what they talked about, but they were apparently getting along well, so James and Kendall had both let it go.
Thankfully, Shane and Kendall had a pretty easy time getting along as well. They fought and argued even more than James and Kendall did, but it was mostly for show. James knew they were closer than they let on, and it was their protectiveness of him that had brought them closer together.
James' cell phone buzzed almost imperceptibly, and he withdrew it from his pocket.
Kendall: I feel like we need a vacation.
James rolled his eyes as he read the message, but couldn't stop the smile from tugging at his lips. He glanced across the table to find his boyfriend, the newly appointed head of Diamond Tech's new Internal Security Division, waggling his eyebrows meaningfully.
Kendall Knight was completely incorrigible, and unconditionally his. He typed his reply quickly, knowing exactly how to provoke his man.
James: You do realize we're in the middle of a board meeting?
Kendall: Think you mean a bored meeting. Ha!
James stifled a smirk-the dad humor was terrible-just as another text buzzed through.
Kendall: FYI, Kelly agrees. We need a vacation.
James: Kelly? My assistant? You chatted with her about this?
Kendall: Yup. We talked. Last night while I was waiting for you. She's very concerned about your stress levels. You're not getting any younger you know.
No surprise there. Of course Kelly had agreed with whatever scheme Kendall concocted; she'd been Kendall's BFF since pretty much day one of him starting here. She told James she loved the way Kendall had lightened his heart...which was such a sweet and accurate way of putting it, James couldn't even be mad even when she conspired with Kendall behind his back. His heart was lighter these days. And fuller, too.
James: I am twenty-six, Kenny.
Kendall: And apparently too senile to remember my name, brat.
James pushed his lips together, fighting the pulse of heat rising from his stomach. With Kendall, arousal was a steady current always running just beneath his skin.
James: Shhh. I need to pay attention to the meeting.
Kendall: Bullshit. You're not paying attention. You're probably thinking about last night.
The annoying man was not wrong, but James would be damned if he'd admit it. He put his phone facedown on the table and pretended to watch Marcus talk about...something...from the flat-screen on the wall, but in reality, James was definitely thinking about last night.
It had started out with a stupid bet, the kind that had become a daily occurrence in their relationship. James hadn't known quite how competitive he was until Kendall started turning every thrown wad of paper into a game of basketball, and every glass of wine into a round of Never Have I Ever. He also hadn't known it was possible to laugh as much as he did with his rule-skirting boyfriend.
Sadly for Kendall, who was arguably even more competitive than James, his League of Legends game had never quite picked up, probably because he insisted on playing with James sitting beside him, leaning against his arm, massaging his shoulders and...other things. Kendall's matches invariably involved him being killed early on, while people on the chat swore ripely and suggested anatomically-impossible moves in angry Russian. Six months after his first game, he was still unranked...but it didn't seem to dull his enthusiasm for "practicing."
Last night, however, Kendall had suggested James demonstrate his own skills, while Kendall took careful notes. James hadn't been particularly enthusiastic. Only a month ago, he and Kendall had bought a townhouse of their own, and they were still in the process of moving in. Between painting the rooms-and the laughter-filled competitions required to determine the colors each room would be painted-moving furniture around until Kendall lost his temper and decided leaving the whole lot in the middle of the room would be a great way to start off conversations, and the emotional rollercoaster ride of unboxing and hanging the family pictures James had taken from his parents' house, he'd already been tired, but Kendall had insisted. If James could finish a match before Kendall got him off, he'd win the forfeit of his choice. Otherwise, Kendall would have to settle for an IOU.
It had been too tempting to resist.
Besides which, James knew that he'd been able to complete matches in less than twenty minutes-sometimes less than fifteen. Tired as he was, distracted as he was, he was confident he could hold out. James had already decided he would hold onto that IOU because he had something special in the works for their first Valentine's Day together.
"Fine," he'd told Kendall. "Let's do this."
But of course, Kendall hadn't been able to resist stacking the table against him. Within the first minute of the game, Kendall had been naked and hard, and he'd stripped off James' clothes too in record time.
Kendall had started off with a slow, sensual massage that had completely killed every one of James' defenses, then he'd crawled beneath James' desk, like a fantasy come to life, and used that extremely-skilled mouth of his to make James scream before five minutes had even passed.
It had been the hardest, most satisfying orgasm James had enjoyed in weeks of very satisfying orgasms.
He's also been utterly crushed in his match.
He shifted his legs beneath the table now, just remembering the sensation of Kendall's mouth on him. His phone buzzed again, and James turned it over, desperate for a distraction.
Kendall: Imagine if I were kneeling in front of you right now, in the boardroom. I'd be under the table looking up at you…
Kendall: My hands would be on your thighs, rubbing them. Can you feel it?
Oh, fuck. This was exactly the kind of distraction James didn't need.
He glanced down the table at Shane, who was listening intently to Marcus, and along the other side, toward Jett, who was listening intently to Marcus as well. Neither seemed to notice the flush creeping across James' cheeks, but Drew Pearce had. He cocked a concerned eyebrow at James.
James: Drew is looking at me right now. Do you want me to be rock hard while he's watching me?
James already knew the answer to his question. Kendall was uncompromisingly protective of James, including James' privacy. There was no way Kendall would want Drew to suspect anything. And while Kendall wasn't overbearingly jealous, he was definitely territorial. Sure enough, Kendall sent a dark glare down the table at Drew.
James stifled a laugh and realized he didn't give a shit about the meeting anymore. He bit his lip as he typed.
James: That's probably the hottest thing I've seen today.
Kendall's brow puckered in confusion.
Kendall: What? The Marcus guy from Seattle?
James: Spokane. And no.
Kendall: You don't mean Drew.
James snickered. Poor Drew.
James: Not Drew.
Kendall: Then what?
James: There's this guy across from me.
Kendall raised an eyebrow, then bit his lip.
Kendall: Do tell.
James: He's totally hot, and just a tad jealous. Lean body, green eyes, makes me hard instantly, has these hands…
Kendall: Hands?
James: Yup. Nice, talented hands. Can't text for shit, but they're amazing on my skin…
Kendall: Yeah? I'm calling in my IOU.
James frowned at Kendall across the table.
James: For what?
Kendall: Tell you in a minute.
Kendall: Now about that vacation.
James looked at his boyfriend suspiciously, wondering what the hell he had in mind. It wouldn't be office sex, or at least he didn't think so. They'd done that already, christening both James' office, Kendall's brand new office, as well as the elevator and several other key places James couldn't remember without blushing.
When Kendall had chosen to leave the FBI, rather than wait to hear the outcome of their internal investigation into his conduct, James had been a little worried Kendall would regret his decision. He'd come to realize just how much that badge meant to someone who'd struggled to find his place in the world the way Kendall had. He'd wondered if Kendall would ever find a job he enjoyed half as much. And then Shane had announced the need for more internal security and decided to set up the new division-people who could prevent individuals such as Deckard Shaw from taking advantage of them. When Shane pitched the idea to Kendall and mentioned that part of the job description would be protecting James, Kendall had rolled his eyes and leaped at the chance.
Then James had been concerned that working closely together might be slightly too much stress on their new relationship...but the exact opposite had been true. As with moving in together-a choice several people, including Shane, had felt they'd made too soon-they found things were simply better when they were together. The more time James spent with Kendall, the more confident and grounded he felt in himself. Kendall was a strong guy with a powerful personality, but when it came to James he was nothing but protective and supportive.
James: We only took a trip to a luxurious private island six months ago.
Kendall: Funnily enough, the kidnapping kinda kills my buzz when it comes to thinking about that trip.
James: Don't say that, Ken. I remember with fondness several parts of our trip.
James: My favorite part was that Friday night…
Friday night on the island was the first time Kendall had let James top him. It wasn't the only time it happened over the past few months, but it was definitely less common-both of them usually preferred when Kendall was in charge. Still, nothing set his man on fire like the memory of that night.
Kendall's eyes met his across the table and then narrowed. Tension crackled between them as if a live wire had fallen across the table, and James knew Kendall was replaying every second of that night.
He shivered. He wasn't quite sure how tonight was going to play out, but he knew it would be fun.
He glanced at the clock to see how much longer this meeting could possibly last when his phone buzzed again.
Kendall: You cannot distract me, Badass.
Kendall: Let's play a game.
Kendall: Never have I ever gone to a place with a private pool.
James rolled his eyes across the table. His boyfriend had an inexhaustible supply of games. Fortunately, almost all of them ended in a win for James.
James: This game doesn't work over text. We've established this. Besides, you and I have been in a pool alone. Our first night together, remember? Which makes it sort of private.
Kendall: Oh, I remember. I'm feeling the need to blow off some steam.
James: Want to scream underwater and see if I hear you?
Kendall: Want to make you scream underwater.
James shivered and put the phone facedown, glaring at his man across the table. Kendall's face seemed all innocent, despite the hair and scruff which James loved to rub with his fingers.
James: Drew is getting ideas.
Across the table, Kendall hid a chuckle behind his hand.
Kendall: You getting excited, Jay?
Kendall: Maybe I don't care whether Drew knows something's up, as long as he sees those glassy, hazel eyes are watching ME, your cheeks are all red because of ME, and you are MINE.
James pressed his lips together and fought not to shiver.
James: Such a Neanderthal.
Kendall: And you get off on it.
Truth. Undeniable truth.
Kendall: Never have I ever had sex on a beach.
James: Seriously? Still doesn't work over text, babe. But you know very well I hadn't the last time we were at the beach, and I'm not likely to have accomplished it since then without you.
The closest he'd come had been on St. Brigitte, and as much as he enjoyed that memory, he was in no hurry to fly back and repeat it.
Kendall: God, you know I love it.
James: I know. You love having my firsts.
A few weeks before, Kendall had taken great delight in showing him just how much he loved being James' first at so many things-first man he'd fallen in love with, first man he'd lived with, first man he'd ditched condoms with.
Kendall frowned down at his phone as he read James' message, and his expression had James frowning, too.
James: What's with the face? You rethinking your stance on firsts?
Kendall: Hmmm. Maybe I am a little.
What the hell? Since when? James scowled as he typed.
James: Well, you're a bit late!
Kendall: Your firsts aren't good enough.
James stared at his boyfriend, but Kendall was looking out of the window behind James' head, a small smile playing on his lips. Was he trying to be funny? If so, he was failing miserably.
James: Fine, then. Maybe I'll see if Jett or Dak or maybe even Drew is interested in giving me some more experience.
Fighting words and James knew it, but he was more than a little pissed at the curve this conversation had taken. He jabbed at the Send key with more force than necessary as his mind drifted to Dak.
After everything that had went down with the Shaws, Dak had been understandably crushed. While the rest of his family had stuck together through the whole ordeal, Dak has broken away from the Shaws resolutely.
It had taken some time, but Dak has eventually begun to pick up the pieces and move forward with his life. Shane didn't hesitate to offer Dak a position at the company, which Dak gratefully accepted. Jett and Dak had immediately hit it off, though it seemed they were each too scared to make the first move. James and Kendall had both begun brainstorming ways to get the two together, but James was just happy to have Dak back in his life.
He shook his head and pointedly turned his attention to Marcus.
"Thanks, Marcus. Send me that proposal and I'll have Jett's team jump on it," Shane said easily. "Sounds like a great fit, and thanks for bringing it to our attention."
From down the table, James saw Jett lean back with his hands folded across his chest, and nod once.
"Chelsea, can you switch to Dr. Grayson, please?" Shane asked one of the techs. Chelsea cut Marcus' feed and switched to another image, this one was a young brunette with long curly hair and dark eyes. James recognized her right away.
"Pam," he said, momentarily forgetting he was pissed at Kendall. "How's it going?"
Pam smiled and proceeded to fill them all in on the great progress they'd made in implementing and testing the new virtual reality surgical techniques James had greenlit on behalf of Diamond's biomedical division.
"We've already helped save lives thanks to this technique," she told the board.
Shane glanced down the table at James and met his eyes for a moment. From the minute he'd taken up his CEO position again, he'd been filled with nothing but praise for James' performance in holding down the fort during his absence. At first, James had rolled his eyes-he'd felt as though he was barely getting the job done from day to day, and anything he'd managed to accomplish was based on nothing but sheer good luck. Slowly, though, he's started seeing things with new eyes, seeing himself with new eyes. And yeah, maybe some of this had to do with the annoying jerk sitting on the other side of the table who James was pointedly not looking at.
A few minutes later, Shane drew the meeting to a close and everyone slowly began gathering their things, pushing away from the table, and breaking off into smaller conversations. James sat where he was, doodling with his pen on the edge of a piece of notebook paper. He didn't want to give Kendall the opportunity to explain quite yet. He wanted to stew for a minute or two first.
But the door to the conference room suddenly locked with a quiet click, and James looked up.
Everyone was gone. The room was completely empty except for James...and the bane of his existence, who was looking at him with smoldering green eyes.
"What are you doing?" James demanded.
Kendall stalked toward him, all long limbs and lean muscles beneath his casual Friday polo and the jeans he had insisted on wearing. For just a second, some primal part of James' brain lit up in warning. Prey, we have spotted a predator! But this prey had finally learned better than to run away.
He remembered Kendall walking into the ballroom exactly the same way the night of the gala, the first night they'd met.
"Once upon a time, you're name in my head was Hot Guy," he said cooly when Kendall was just a few steps away from him.
"Hot Guy, huh?" Kendall asked, amused. He spun James' chair around by the arm and scooped him up bodily, depositing him on the cool, black tabletop.
James' pulse picked up, but he bit his tongue against the squeak that threatened to burst from his throat...and the moan that always followed when Kendall demonstrated just how strong he was. James loved that about him-loved the way Kendall made him feel safe and protected always. But he also lived to remind Kendall that while he might be in charge in the bedroom, he was not dominant all the time. They had a constantly evolving set of rules, made even more exciting by the fact that Kendall tried to change them whenever it suited him, but James thrived on it. From the time he and Kendall had embraced again at the airport on St. Michel, he'd never for a second doubted he had one hundred percent of Kendall's focus, attention, and most importantly, his heart.
Still, the man needed to learn that his texts weren't always as amusing as he thought they were.
"Hot Guy," James confirmed cooly, as though he hadn't just been plunked bodily onto a new piece of furniture, and his man wasn't pushing James' knees wide apart so he could step inside them.
Kendall grabbed James' neck and yanked it to the side, biting down firmly on the exposed tendon between James' neck and shoulder. It was his favorite spot to mark James, who felt his dick becoming hard immediately. Conditioned response. When Kendall claimed that spot, James wanted nothing more than to submit.
But not today.
He bit his lip and fought the instinctive sway toward his boyfriend.
"That's okay, I'll take that. There are worse names than Hot Guy." Kendall chuckled.
James rolled his eyes. He opened his mouth to make some snarky retort-likely something that would amp up his boyfriend even more, but then Kendall did a thing with his tongue, curling his lips around the spot he'd bitten and sucking hard, and James couldn't keep up his pissy attitude anymore.
Within seconds, his eyes were closed, his lips moving under Kendall's, his hips sliding forward, as Kendall pushed his back down on the table. Kendall braced himself on one hand and lifted James' shirt, running a hand over James' abs in a way that made James shudder hard.
"We haven't christened this conference room yet," Kendall whispered.
James groaned, and his eyes flew open to meet Kendall's heated gaze. "True," he whispered back. His boyfriend had a thing for semi-public sex, and James was totally on board with it. So on board.
Kendall grabbed James' chin and held it firmly. "Yeah. So, what do you say?" he demanded.
Oh, the bastard. This was a game for home, not the conference room.
But the light in Kendall's eyes wouldn't be denied, and today, just this once, James didn't want to.
"Please," he whispered in Kendall's ear, feeling the lightness that always came from admitting what he wanted to the one man he could trust would always give it to him.
Then James was on his stomach bent over the table, his pants down around his ankles while Kendall worked him open from behind.
Kendall was all about making the most of the travel-size lube.
Kendall pushed inside him the next instant, and everything froze. Tingles of sensation floated up and down James' legs the way they always did, and his heart nearly hammered through his ribcage. Having Kendall like this, being taken by Kendall like this...it was everything to James.
Kendall shifted, tagging James' prostate like a professional, which James had to admit by this point he kind of was. He moaned as pinwheels of color exploded behind his eyes.
"More," James whispered, and Kendall gave it to him over and over again. The conference room with its beige walls and beige carpet floated away, the whole building, all of its inhabitants, ceased to exist for him, and James forgot his own damn name. He was Kendall's, and that was enough.
Later, when he was laying on his side on the cold, hard table catching his breath, Kendall's arms wrapped loosely around him, his thighs wet with Kendall's release, James remembered their earlier argument and began to chuckle.
"What's funny, Badass?" Kendall asked in that voice James loved.
"Here I thought firsts weren't good enough for you anymore," James teased. He grabbed Kendall's hand and brought it to his mouth, biting it firmly between his front teeth.
Kendall hissed. "You didn't see my reply?"
James rolled his eyes. "You know I didn't."
"Hmmm...Well, let me explain it to you, then." He pulled his hand away from James' mouth and rolled until he was poised over James-a position James couldn't help but feel would be more comfortable in their bed at home. But when Kendall opened his mouth again, James forgot any complaint he'd been about to make, because the words Kendall spoke were devastating and true.
"Firsts aren't good enough," he said, just as serious as James had ever seen him. "Because I don't just want your firsts. I want your onlys, Jay. Your lasts, your in-betweens. I want your always."
James' heart, already filled to bursting with everything that was Kendall, somehow managed to double in size.
This man, his man, was the most complicated, provoking, agitating, vexatious, aggravating man on the planet. And though working through everything had been hard and painful at times, falling in love with him had never been anything but plain, simple, and easy.
Done! So, Kames are safe and together!
I'd love to hear your thoughts on the chapter and story in general, as well as if you happened to have a favorite part/moment!
Again, I hope you all enjoyed and that you all are hanging in there! I can't believe this story is over, but I want to thank you all for your support and for joining me on yet another ride! :) I'm currently working on some new stories that I can't wait to eventually share with you, but in the meantime, I still have Music of My Soul and Falling going, so you'll definitely see more of me. ;) Love you all so much!
-Epically Obsessed
