A/N: Hey guys! It seemed like you liked that last chapter so... here! Have another one! Enjoy!

*~*~It's still that same night at the moment, just FYI~*~*

Logan ran around frantically, searching for James and Kendall. He was used to them breaking curfew, and Mrs. Knight never seemed to notice or mind, but it was now 3 AM and starting to push it. Carlos trailed after him, oblivious to pretty much everything. He was just doing what Logan told him to do.

Finally, some girl in a slutty ripped up dress pointed over towards where James and Kendall were for him. Logan's eyes widened in shock.

Kendall and James were leaning on eachother; James looked drunk and Kendall looked a little... shocked. And uncomfortable. James wasn't wearing a shirt and better yet, he was wearing gray skinny jeans instead of the black ones he'd come in. Kendall's jeans were magically black instead of, well, gray. And James's jeans looked a little tight on his muscly legs, while Kendall's looked a little baggy. Their hair was messed up, even James's. Their general appearences pointed to well... Logan didn't need to think about it in much detail.

He grabbed Carlos by the arm and dragged him over to the two guys.

"Um... hi," Logan said awkwardly. Now that he was standing closer, he smelled a mix of cum, sweat, two different colognes, and alcohol. Not helping the pretty picture forming in his mind.

"Hey Logie," Kendall said. He wobbled and leaned on James a little more. Logan shivered. He'd changed with all of the guys at one point or the other and if he remembered correctly... Walking would be a bitch for Kendall tomorrow.

"Guys, we gotta go."

"Aww, sosoon?" James slurred, "Wejusgohere."

Logan shook his head, "Yes, now. Where's your shirt?"

James started giggling and leaned towards Logan, whispering very loudly, "Kendall bit it off." He stumbled a bit and put a hand on Logan's shoulder to steady himself. Logan shuddered. He'd have to burn his shirt later, considering where James's hands had been in the past couple of hours.

"Let's just go," he grumbled. The four got some weird looks as they left. Well, mostly Kendall and James. And some chick wrote her number on James's abs. Logan wasn't sure James had even noticed, but Kendall certainly stared her down as she walked away.

~*~*We're baaack!*~*~

Logan tossed his keys on the kitchen table as Kendall and James stumbled in the door behind him and Carlos. James burst out laughing, and Kendall slapped a hand over his mouth.

"Sssh, Jamesss!" Kendall said through his own laughter.

"Both of you, shut up and go to bed. You wouldn't want Mrs. Knight to find you like this," Logan ordered. "Now go get changed and brush your teeth and just go to sleep, okay?"

"No," James told him, "I jus' wanna gotabed."

"Fine," Logan replied. He saw James stumbling around and noticed that Kendall was starting to have a little more trouble walking, so he dragged the two to their room. Kendall plopped down onto his bed and Logan pushed James down onto his own.

"No, I'm sleeping with Kendall tonight," James muttered. He stumbled towards Kendall's bed and fell on top of him, wrapping an arm around Kendall and putting his head on the pillow next to him.

Logan's eyes widened, as did Kendall's. The next thing Logan knew, however, Kendall had an arm around James's waist and there were both passed out, fully dressed (sort of). Logan shuddered a little. Apparently, James also wasn't wearing underwear.

*~*~Morning for Logie!~*~*

Logan was sitting at the kitchen table, eating his cereal. It was already ten AM, but Kendall and James were showing no signs of even being alive. He'd told Mrs. Knight they'd had a long night and needed to rest. That much was true.

There was a knock at the door, so Logan got up to get it. It was Jo.

"Hey Logan, is Kendall here?" She asked, peeking over his shoulder. Logan tensed.

'Sure, he's here. He and James are asleep, and they evidently traded pants and fell all over eachother. Also they slept together,' Logan thought, trying to come up with an excuse for his friend.

"He and James are at Roucque Records," he told her.

"On a Saturday?" Jo said, surprised.

"Yeah, Gustavo has this new track... he likes it so much that he wants them to try it out right now. You know Gustavo. What he says goes."

Jo nodded, understanding.

"But I'll definitely have him call you when he wak- when I talk to him," Logan told her, offering an awkward smile. Jo just agreed, to have him call or something, and something or the other about lunch, and left.

As soon as she was gone, Logan leaned against the door in relief. He walked over to the couch and turned on the tv.

~*~*Good morning boys!*~*~

James yawned and blinked his eyes awake. He could feel that his arm was around whatever chick he'd banged last night only... it didn't feel like a girl. His arm was around someone who wasn't nearly as soft as a normal girl and... bigger. Like almost his size. He turned over to see Kendall, then inhaled sharply. He was wearing Kendall's pants and Kendall was wearing his, and James wasn't wearing a shirt... or boxers. He pulled his arm out from under Kendall and ran a hand through his hair, when sudden images and memories from the night before came rushing back to him. Getting in Kendall's lap. Licking Kendall's ear. Kendall biting his shirt. Him biting Kendall. Him riding Kendall. Wow.

James gulped, not exactly sure what to do. He vaguely remembered Logan being all mom-like and climbing into bed with Kendall, right in front of Logan. Of course, everything was all sort of a blur, so he was unsure.

James stood up and went over to his full length mirror. Examining his perfectly toned body, he noticed a number written across his six pack signed something like "Tiffany" or whatever the little whore's name had been. There were also about twelve hickeys, evidently from the same guy that was now asleep on the bed behind him.

Kendall rolled over and opened his eyes. He rubbed them and went to stand up.

"Jesus Christ!" Kendall whimpered when he tried to take a step. He noticed James turn to look at him and turned bright red.

"Umm... Hey," James said with a sheepish grin. He saw a trail of hickeys going from Kendall's jawline, down his neck, and then dissapearing under his shirt.

"Hi," Kendall replied, sinking back down onto the bed. He wasn't at all used to this. But he couldn't help but remember the night before, how James had gone down on him and then crawled into bed with him. How he was completely all over Kendall. How Kendall felt like he owned the world, or, well, James, who was pretty much equivalent.

"Sooo..." James said.

"So."

"We should... um..."

"Yeah..."

Kendall had no idea what to do, so he did what he aways did in times of panic.

He stuck his head out of the door, looking around to make sure no one was there to see him.

"Logan!" He hissed to the smaller boy on the couch.

Logan turned around, jumped up, pushed Kendall into his room, and closed the door.

"Hi, Logan!" James greeted cheerily, "So... Um..."

"What do we do?" Kendall asked him.

"I... Um... I just..." He had no response for them. What do you do when you sleep with your best friend drunk at a party and only one of you was sober? Logan had never done it, so he didn't know.

"Maybe you guys should take showers," Logan finally advised them. He sighed, knowing that was not enough. "And, you know, talk about... what happened. Later, once you're a little more awake and less hungover."

"What is there to talk about?" James asked.

"Well," Logan told him, "you slept together, so clearly, there's a lot to talk about." He got up and left, leaving the other two to get cleaned up or talk or whatever they were going to do.

*~*~Night time!~*~*

"Hey," James said as he stepped out onto the roof of the Palm Woods. He sat down next to Kendall, who was staring out at the pool. There were a few people still swimming and a couple making out be the campfire. It was clear and warm out, but not humid. It would've been a great night for one of their famous campfire jam sessions.

"How'd you know I'd be out here?" Kendall asked without taking his eyes off the pool.

James shrugged, "I had a feeling."

They both loved to sit on rooftops. Ever since they were little, they both liked sitting up on the roof, alone and away from the rest of the world, staring up into the sky or down at everyone below who couldn't see them. Kendall did it to get away from his dad, and James did it to escape from his hectic family. It just felt natural, and it was always so peaceful up on the roof. Always.

"Why'd you come?" Kendall asked.

"I wanted to talk."

"Well, talk."

James sucked in a breath, "Kendall, last night, I- I was drunk. Like really incredibly drunk. I puked all day today, bu I noticed that you- didn't. You didn't seem hungover at all, and from what I remember from last night, you weren't drunk. You knew what you were doing. Am I right?"

Kendall sighed, still refusing to look at James. He knew the night before was too good to be true. He knew he'd get caught in this situation. He nodded. "Yeah, you're right. I'm sorry. It was a mis-"

"I didn't say, " James cut him off, grabbing his face, "that I didn't enjoy it."

Kendall let his eyes meet James's, who held his chin cupped in his hand, and grinned. James leaned in and kissed him, slipping his toungue easily into the blonde's mouth. Kendall put his hands on James's lower back and James moved his hand to around Kendall's neck, and then pulled back.

"So," Kendall began, "are we... together now?"

James shook his head, "Kendall, we can't be 'together.' Or 'exclusive.' This is fun and all, but it's not like we're going to be happy with just each other."

Kendall grimaced. James's mind worked in strange ways. One minute he was saying how he liked fucking Kendall, the next he said they couldn't be happy together.

"And why the hell not?" He asked.

"Because," James told him, "no one can be happy with just one person." He turned and looked away, this time he being the one to look out at the water, "It's bound to fail."

"No," Kendall told him, "it isn't. Not neccesarily. It's worth a shot."

James shook his head in dissagreement, "You can't be with just one person. It's impossible."

"James," Kendall told him, putting an arm around his shoulders, "I thought getting rescued from my dad was impossible. But there you were. Maybe I can do something impossible for you now."

James gulped, the reflection of the lights and the water flickering in his hazel eyes. He knew Kendall cared, he knew Kendall liked him. But he didn't know if Kendall really liked him, or if he just wanted him. He was James fucking Diamond. He wouldn't blame Kendall for wanting his body, and not wanting to share.

Running a hand through his hair, James stood up. "No way," he said, "that isn't gonna happen." He turned and left, with nothing clearer than it had been before.

~*~*Author's note time!*~*~

A/N: So? What did you think? I almost ended that last scene differently, and it would've ended the story, but I changed my mind. Hope you liked it! Review! Go go go!