A/N: Hey! Thanks so much to all of you who reviewed! You guys are awesome! I know that not everyone was into the Cargan, but don't worry, they'll be really minimal. Of course not everything I promise always stays true. I never really know what I'm about to write. Except I know how this next scene will go... ;)

*~*~Did the winky face make you curious?~*~*

"Oh I'm sure you can get wetter," James said into the phone, using a deep and seductive voice. "Espanol? No sabia que lo hablaste. Me gusta," James replied to whatever the girl on the other end had said.

Just as he said that, Kendall walked into their bedroom. James was lying on his bed, only looking half-interested in his phone call.

"Oh I swear I am VERY hard," James said convincingly. Kendall couldn't help but check, only to find it wasn't true. He then let himself slowly draw his eyes up the rest of James's body. James met his eyes with raised eyebrows when he was done.

"Yeah, okay, I'll call you later. My roommate's home. You didn't know I was in college? Yeah, UCLA. Yes! No, it's not a girl. He's just a friend," James laughed, "OF COURSE I'm straight. Alright babe, I'll call you later. Bye!"

Kendall laughed when James hung up, "Phone sex? Really James?"

James shrugged, "What can I say, it's fun. But I was not into it, as you noticed," he winked as he stood up, "SHE'S never getting a call back."

"So, UCLA huh?" Kendall laughed again. James. At UCLA. Now THAT was funny.

"Of course," James said, "the ladies love it."

"Looks like you're off your period," Kendall joked, glad to see that James was finally in a good mood again. His green eyes twinkled happilly, but it did pain him a little to walk in on James with someone else, even if it was over the phone.

"Yeah, I'm good," James told Kendall. "But that doesn't mean I'm not a little hormonal," he added, grabbing Kendall's belt loop, pulling him closer with one finger.

Kendall looked a little hesitant. James was reckless. One minute he wanted Kendall, the next he didn't even want to look at him.

"Come on," James growled, hazel eyes intese. He gave Kendall a quick peck, taking just enough time to lick the blonde's lips once. Cocktease.

Kendall felt himself giving in, as he always did. He tipped his chin up as James kissed his jawline. James pressed his hips up against Kendall's, rocking back and forth, side to side. It was like grinding with a god. Kendall let out a moan. He was weak.

James's hands traveled down Kendall's back, grabbing his ass and forcing him in even closer. Kendall reached up and pulled James's shirt open as quickly as he could. He loosened James's skinny tie and started to push the shirt back off his shoulder. James put his hands back for a second, letting Kendall take the shirt all the way off. It fell to the floor, quickly forgotten.

James grabbed Kendall's belt loop again, this time pulling him over to the bed. He shoved Kendall down onto the bed forcefully, planting another kiss on him and biting at his neck.

Suddenly, Kendall pushed James back. He couldn't do this again. He knew that although those minutes or hours or however long James wanted to go would be amazing, soon enough, he'd be innexplicably iced. He'd become James's toy, taken out whenever James felt like it, then being kicked into the corner shortly after. It was too much like being abused. James of all people should've known better. He had to make it stop.

"No," Kendall breathed, sounding unconvincing. James looked confused, kneeling over him, all washboard abs and boner. What Kendall really wanted to do, of course, was grab James's tie and pull him back onto him and tell him to just take him right that instant.

James, who was taken aback for a second there, made a quick recovery. With a mischevious smirk, his hands flew to Kendall's pants, ready to finish what he started.

"Stop it," Kendall told him, more forcefully this time. He pushed James all the way off of him, and James, who was not expecting the sudden force, nearly fell off the bed.

"Dude, what the hell?" James yelled as Kendall got up and stalked out of the room.

Just as Kendall put his hand on the handle of the door to leave 2J, James grabbed his arm.

"What is wrong with you?" James asked him angrily.

Kendall paused for a second, considering pulling free and leaving without a word.

"James, I'm so fucking sick of your little games. You go ahead and fuck me, and of course I like it. You know I do. But then a little later I'm getting the cold shoulder and you won't talk about anything to anyone! And when you get pissed, you get really sexual again, and you fucking kiss rape me. You just go around hurting everybody. You nearly made Carlos cry," there were tears in Kendall's eyes as he said this. "I'm sick and tired of getting played by you all the time! This is like getting abused. It's different than with my father, sure, but it hurts just as much. I'm done. Don't even bother coming after me," he growled the last part instead of yelling it like he had the rest of his rant. He twisted his arm free, not that he needed to, since James's grip had loosened. Kendall pulled the door open and slammed it behind him.

James was left standing in the kitchen, shirtless with a tie around his neck, absolutely speechless. He turned around and saw Logan on the couch, with Carlos blinking awake next to him, starting to sit up. They were staring at him, looking confused.

"What?" he said harshly, "Did you enjoy the fucking show? I bet you thought it was HILARIOUS. Lots of fun."

"James?' Logan squeaked quietly, sounding a little scared and apologetic.

"WHAT?" James yelled at him, "Are you going to give me your amazingly rational advice? From the perfectest couple in the world? I bet Carlos was sleeping with his head in your lap before, wasn't he? Figures. Isn't that cute," he sneered sarcastically.

Carlos was frozen stone-could, terrified. He hated when James yelled. And he hated when Kendall yelled. Sadly for him, both had just happened.

James stalked over to his room, pulling his tie off as he did so. He slammed the door forcefully.

"Good thing I didn't tell him not to wake you up," Logan chuckled, but his face looked serious.

"Should we go talk to them?" Carlos asked with wide eyes.

"Let's give them a little time to cool off," Logan advised him. Carlos nodded and lay back down, putting his head back into Logan's lap.

~*~*Hmm... A little anger over there I suppose*~*~

There was a small knock at the door, which opened seconds later. James let his eyes flit towards it for a second, then returned to studying the ceiling. He was lying on his back on his bed, hands folded behind his head. Logan sat down on the edge of his bed.

"Hey," he said. James just grunted.

"Sit up," Logan told him, nudging his arm. James groaned and did so.

"What were you crying about?" Logan asked, taking in James's puffy red eyes and messed up hair.

"I wasn't crying," James said, refusing to make eye contact.

"I'm not Carlos. Why?" Logan asked him again.

A tear rolled down James's cheek. He propped his elbows on his knees, putting his head down in his hand. He grabbed at his hair in frustration. He couldn't even look at Logan.

"What is it?" Logan asked quietly. He knew it was more than just Kendall being pissed at him. James was tougher than that.

"I'm a monster," James finally whispered. The tear that ran down his face hit the floor, leaving a sole little droplet of water.

"You're not a monster," Logan said soothingly. He knew James had done Kendall wrong, but, monster? James himself knew he was a player. He owned it.

"He compared me to his DAD," James said angrily, a lot louder this time. His arms tensed as his grip on his usually perfect hair tightened, making the veins on his arms evident. James really was just mad at himself.

"Why, exactly, did Kendall's dad go to jail?" Logan asked carefully.

"That," James said, finally looking up and letting his bloodshot eyes meet Logan's, "I can't tell you."

*~*~That should do it, right?~*~*

A/N: What'd you think? This chapter is just a bit angsty, huh? PSSHH... NEVER. Well... tell me what you thought. I promise not to explode at you. I don't actually act like I write.

And to anyone who speaks Spanish: I know I need the little squiggly (I really have no way to describe it without using the letter itself) in Espanol, and the tilde in salia. My computer won't let me do that. I'm not on Word -_-