alt title: kendall is down bad anD I AM UNCOMOFROTABELEE

(uhhh also warnings for vaguely half-naked james, intense kissing, and implied later frickle-frack? ah dogdanged biscuits i just spoiled the whole drabble in one go children look away-)

{ six: nothing like it was before }

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The tone was acerbically sarcastic, punctuated with a roll of twinkly green eyes peeking from beneath Kendall's unkempt fringe. If James wasn't standing in the middle of their living room sopping wet and wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist, he would have found this a just little bit more flattering.

"I was just asking you if you could maybe duck out for a bit and buy me some 'Cuda Valiant Volume mousse from the convenience store?" James begged with clasped hands and his best set of puppy-eyed grin, the one he only reserved for pure desperation and his boyfriend's crankier moods—i.e. now. "Come onnn, it shouldn't take five minutes, and I'll pay you back, I swear!"

"Kinda busy here." mumbled Kendall, listless fingers tapping the glossy cover of his perused Pop Tiger magazine. He touched one digit to the tip of his tongue and used it to turn to another page, mildly ho-humming as he did so and making the back of James' neck prickle from growing impatience.

"Well, me too, 'cause this is a serious hair-mergency, and there is no way I'm heading out with a 'do that's not curl-defined, hydrated, and couldn't fight humidity and frizz—it's my image and rep on the line here too!" James insisted. "And I'd ask Carlitos to do it, but he's taking his afternoon siesta and I really don't wanna disturb a sleeping bear, and like Logan's locked up in his room zonked out on those huge sciencey word pages about the human anatomy or whatever as usual, so...pretty pretty prettyyyy please with lots of rainbow sprinkles on top, Kenny-boo?"

"Hmmm...drop the towel and we'll talk."

The way the blond demanded this brazen request so casually took the stupefied James aback.

"Kendall Donald Knight...what has gotten into you?"

"This has."

Tossing aside the publication he was pretending to read, Kendall zipped to his feet, seized James by his blowdried hair, and crashed their lips together, sultry breaths exploding in knockout starlights and right out of James' overwhelmed senses as Kendall deftly made tangled sweetness out of their mouths, painstakingly sculpted every bare curve and slippery muscle, and left his enamoured fingerprints all over the newly-showered boy...all before painfully cutting their kiss short and leaving the chagrined James in a slack-jawed daze.

"Whoops, I messed up your bangs," Kendall dropped back on the couch and shrugged as if nothing happened, "so I guess I'm gonna have to get you that hair mousse, after all."

"Maybe later." replied James, clicking his lightly-bruised tongue against the roof of his mouth. It tasted of their SelMart-brand toothpaste and Kendall's favourite pink smoothie flavour, artificially saccharine and mingling with faded mint and oh-so decadently disorienting, but the taller boy took a steely breath and managed to hold his footing. "'Cause I still have to pay you back—but then again, you shouldn't take five minutes."

"You're a jerk, James weird-middle-name-I-promised-to-never-say Diamond." The tone was acerbically sarcastic, punctuated with a teasing wink that asked for something more, something different, something new. "You're lucky I'm hot for that."

James shot a cursory glance at the magazine by their carpet (half-open in some couple quiz page), smirking as he let go of the skimpy towel and used his freed hand to swoop Kendall in by his irresistibly svelte hips. As usual, Kendall was right and wrong—because James wasn't just lucky, he had won the whole lottery of life, and he was gonna strike up his dumb chances and make the best out of both of them.

"I really don't know what's gotten into you, Kenny-boo...but damn, I really like it."

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a/n: nah ech pls do not ask me what the actual hell happened to this drabble bc i don't fuckign know either *laughs in ace vaguely having some kind of nervous breakdown while writing this mess* this ones for u tho kames nation much love-

also hot take (that potentially might get me blacklisted from the btr fic scene), but i don't really vibe with kames all that much? i mean i obvs love both kendall and james to dangerous simp-levels and the ship itself is gucci and clearly pays the bills around here, but i just personally couldn't get their romantic dynamic quite right. i'm a bad writer though and maybe i'm the only one so if this story is horrible then,,, yeah i take full responsibility. email me for ur financial right to bonk me over the head with a cricket bat (×ε(#×)