A/N: Hey guys! So it seems like you liked that first chapter. I swear, I was gonna keep this story all serious, and it'll definitely be more serious than what I'm used to, but I just can't keep away. It's time to break out a little comedy. But I promise, the general theme thing is still all serious (obviously) and I'm sure we'll have plenty of those Deep Thoughts with James Diamond (and Kendall Knight in this case) scenes that everybody loves so much. Anyways, I'm glad everyone liked that first chapter, and I'm so sorry it's taken so long to update. LOTS of homework and stuff. I'm sure you all know what I'm talking about. Ok, wow, I talk a lot. If you're still reading this, I'm honestly surprised.

Also, my P.O.V. ish thing (it's really not a point of view, because it's third person, but it's like who's mind we're focused on, you get it?) tends to jump around quite a bit. I think it should be pretty easy to understand, though. If not, tell me in the reviews and I'll try to fix that.

DISCLAIMER: It would be so awesome to own BTR, but sadly, I don't.

*~*~Page breakin the hell out of this place~*~*

"Dude stop it, you're like, raping me!" Kendall said, laughing as he pushed James off of him. They'd gotten in a little argument about the best flavors of Goldfish, and soon enough, James had Kendall pinned up against the doorframe, ready to defend Flavor Blasted to the death.

"It's not rape if you like it!" James cooed jokingly. Kendall rolled his eyes, as if it wasn't completely true.

"I don't! Let me go!" Kendall struggled, but James was bigger than him, and he was in a better position. James had one of Kendall's arms pinned behind his back, and he was holding his other wrist up against the wall.

"Admit Flavor Blasted is better!" James yelled at him, not about to give up anytime soon.

"It's nothing compared to Pizza!" Kendall yelled back, his green eyes flaring.

James tightened his grip and twisted Kendall's arm more, moving even closer. Kendall raised his leg, ready to knee James in the balls, but before he could James intercepted him with his own leg, which left them with one of James's legs wedged between Kendall's.

Logan watched them from where he stood by the fridge, amused. He could see clearly how much the two guys liked each other. Of course, neither would dare admit it. He'd tried asking Kendall, who he was closer with out of the pair, about it once and he denied everything. Kendall told Logan how it was all in his head, that he had no idea what the smaller, and smarter, boy was talking about.

He recalled how he'd noticed, multiple times, that sometimes after fooling around, er, "wrestling," together, the guys tended to get sprung. Once he brought that up to James, who just laughed. He told Logan he'd been sexting with this chick right before. Logan couldn't help but think, 'Every time?' He highly doubted it, considering how often this happened. James definitely got around, and could easily be classified as a manwhore, but Logan knew desperate girls were not the only cause of these frequent boners. And Kendall got them too, and while Kendall did just fine, he wasn't as good as James. And he had a girlfriend. A very conservative girlfriend, to the point of almost being considered a prude. The reasons the guys got hard was because of eachother.

Pulling himself out of his own thoughts, he looked up to see how James and Kendall had moved even closer. James had pushed his face so it was only a couple inches away from Kendall's. Could they be more obvious?

Kendall looked James straight in the eye. It was, of course, a bad idea. James had changed his tactic to stare-down, and his hazel eyes looked incredibly intense. His lips were inches away from Kendall's, but it felt like they were miles apart. The friction of James's leg in between his, the close proximity, his eyes... It was all too much. Kendall felt himself start getting hard. He started to turn red, hoping desperately that James wouldn't notice.

James raised his eyebrows when he felt Kendall go hard. He wondered exactly why. It was possible that James was the reason; he was James Diamond, he was damn sexy, but as far as he knew, Kendall was straight. He was probably fantasizing about the day Jo let him go all the way, (she was still a virgin, though Kendall was not). It was really a mystery to James why Kendall was with her, when he could do so much better.

He realized that the boner was probably an indication that Kendall was distracted, and if he was distracted, then James wasn't doing a good enough job at making him forfit. He leaned in even closer.

"You ready to admit that Flavor Blasted is better now?" he growled as he raised one hand and pushed Kendall's shoulder back, keeping the hand that it was attached to held at an awkward angle. He was pretty sure it wasn't a natural way the human body was supposed to bend, but hey, that wasn't the only thing that could challenge those rules.

Kendall yelped. The way James was holding him hurt like a bitch, but the growling was even worse. He swallowed harshly, knowing that if James did one more thing to put him in pain or close the ever decreasing gap between them, he would really go hard. And then James would know, and know it was because of him, the bastard.

"Yes!" Kendall finally cried out, "Yes, I admit it! Flavor motherfucking Blasted is better! Just let me go!"

James's face split into a wide grin and he instantly let Kendall go. He casually walked over to the mirror, checking his hair to make sure he still looked flawless. Kendall was slumped against the wall, getting his composure.

Logan chuckled quietly as he watched them and noticed how Kendall's pants seemed to fit... a little snugger. Those two boys were full of secrets, yet somehow he had a feeling that he'd have plenty of time to figure all of them out.

*~*~Would you like an author's note?~*~*

A/N: Okay, so, I really liked this chapter. And I don't usually say that, so, I hope it was good. I don't know, I just felt like this one was pretty well written. Tell me if you agree (or not) in the reviews! Thanks guys.