Kendall slid in the key to unlock the front door of his house. Peering inside he saw all lights were off except for the TV in the living room, where his 14 year old sister, Katie, was currently seated.
"What took you so long?" she asked, tone slightly annoyed, her eyes never leaving the TV as she passes through channels. "Mom left already."
Looking at the clock that lay on the wall to his right he realized that it was 9:37pm. His mom worked the graveyard shift at the hospital, he was always home before 8:00 so his mom had time to get ready and he watched over his little sis.
"Like you can't take care of yourself?" he shot back, pissed that his sister did even show a hint of worry over his whereabouts, he could have been mugged for all she knew! As a matter of fact he HAD BEEN MUGGED! "But don't worry about me, no. I get mugged all the time." As he started to move he was stopped by the remote falling to the ground and his sister's loud response.
"You got what?" she ran off the couch and came to his side, her eyes scanning and her hands touching her brother from head to toe.
"I'm ok. Relax." He sighed, grabbed both her hands in his and shook his head at how his sister could be. "Teaches you to ask before getting all prissy." She threw his hands down to let go.
"How was I going to imagine you got mugged, instead off goofing off with Carlos?" she leaned against one foot and crossed her arms, eyebrows raised accusingly.
"I didn't take a ride with him, I stayed to practice a little longer and he had to leave and check on Corndog, poor dog hasn't been feeling so well."
She stared at him confused and shook her head in disbelieve. Pulling him over to the couch, she commanded, yes -his sister was a source of nature not to be riffled with, along with his mother,-commanded him to tell him everything.
"So… was he cute?" she perked up and raised her eyebrows.
"I almost died and you care about some tall attractive stranger?"
"Attractive, eh? Something you're not telling me big bro?" She smirked at her brother with mocking and accusing eyes.
"Piss off…I'm gonna take a shower. Don't tell mom about any of this."
"Like we need another excuse for her to get all paranoid and not let us leave the house."
Taking off his jeans and shirt, he got in the shower and submerged himself in the hot water. Warmth sliding down his lean stomach and slightly toned muscles. Stretching and walking farther into the water. He closed his eyes as memories and images of today's events clouded his mind. One particular image lingered. A tall, brunette, with hazel eyes and wicked smile, by thr name of James.
Groaning in annoyance at both James for his existence –though if it weren't for the other male, he probably wouldn't have one anymore- and himself for thinking of another guy while in the shower, he caught some water in his hands, threw it on his face, and then reached for the soap. As he slid the small white oval over his biceps and shoulder blades, James face plagued his thoughts once more. Shaking off the image, his thoughts drifted towards tomorrow, the image of his broken hockey stick struck him.
Shit! Tomorrow the coach would have his head on a hockey stick. Last time someone went to practice without one, the guy had been benched for the remainder of the season and had to wash the guy's jock straps.
Shivering from the thought, he shook his head and concluded that yeah, he'd get shit from the coach, but he wouldn't bench the Captain, right?
"There's no way in Hell I'm washing jock straps. No way in Hell.I refuse!"
-Scene break-
"What took you so long?" Logan screeched as he slammed the door and got in James' car, a Jeep; his pride and joy, he had three other cars but this was his baby. No one messed with his baby. James drove off and glared at the road.
"Easy on the car, or you're gonna be walking home…My other offer still stands." He eyed the shorter brunette through the corner of his eye, tone serious.
"Sorry." Logan's meek reply toned him down, but James was still stingy about the car. "I don't know what happened. One minute I'm driving, next, three tires deflate. Not one, not two, no, three! Not only is it unusual but it's statically improbable!"
"You're always saying weird shit happens to you, there's your proof." James half sneered and chuckled as he adjusted his rear view mirror.
"I don't need any more proof." He crossed his arms sliding down on his seat as he stared out the side window. His forehead wrinkled at the memory off the earlier hang up.
"Hey, why'd you hang up?" Usually the line would go silent for a bit and then he'd hang up.
"I heard some noise in the alley, a guy was getting mugged."
"Are you serious? And you just waltz in? You have a death wish or something!"
James laughed. "Funny, that's exactly what one of the muggers said."
"You need help. Professional help. Someone that can understand what the hell's going on in that messed up head of yours! Or someone as insane as you."
"Let me know if you find someone." He scoffed. After a short silence Logan's curiosity got the better of him.
"So… is the guy ok?"
"Yep, more that ok. He's got a sweet ass, that one." James grinned in recollection of the blonde. Kendall. Loving how it rolled on his tongue. His eyes also almost rolled to the back of his skull as dozens of images of took over his thoughts. Naughty, forbidden images, for his eyes alone.
"It amazes me how your hormones remain unchecked even in life threading situations." Logan rolled his eyes at his friend's libido.
"Chill. I admired the perfect symmetry of his ass, after I took care of the muggers. Which was obviously an easy task."
"Still humble as ever."
"You know it." He grinned. "But you owe me one. I said I was gonna walk him home, and I was, until you rang."
"Yeah whatever, I'm lucky enough as it is; you picking up at the first call…What's the guy's name?"
"Kendall, Kendall Knight." Oh gods, he really loved the name, just the soul thought of it reminded him of the dirty blonde locks, emerald greens eyes, bushy dark eyebrows combined with a strong jaw. Oh, how he'd love to lick it down... "Actually he was the one who told me to pick up."
"I like him already."
"I'm planning to pay a little visit, tomorrow maybe." The sooner the better.
"James" Logan glared at him "don't."
"Why not?" he quickly sneaked a glance at his friend, and returned his focus on the road.
"You know why. Just leave the guy alone."
"Since when have I ever listened to you?"
"Unfortunately, never. Just do the usual one nightstand in a club, and spare him."
He didn't want a one nightstand. He wanted Kendall.
-Scene break-
Blonde dirty locks sticked to Kendall's forehead as he placed his hockey jersey. Finished getting ready; him and the rest of the hockey team, including Carlos -the jet black haired Latino to his left- made their way out of the locker rooms to the ice rink, were Coach Roque was standing in the middle of the ice.
"WHERE'S YOUR HOCKEY STICK, DOG?" bellowed the large man with bug-eyed sunglasses.
Kendall cringed at the sound. Head buzzing from the loud yell. He looked over at his best friend, -who by know was up to date with last night's event- and gave him a look that screamed help! Not knowing what to do, the Latino offered him and apologetic smile and his blessing on the hell that followed.
"It broke." Kendall knew that the coach wouldn't care how it got broken, the only thing that mattered was that, it was broken and therefore useless, which ultimately made Kendall useless, and that was what pissed of the coach more than anything.
"Then WHY ARE YOU DRESSED? Sit your BUTT, and BE THANKFULL YOU'RE THE CAPTAIN, or else I'd bench ya' for THE ENTIRE SEASON!" he bellowed once more. He turned around and noticed that the rest of the team was standing there and staring.
"Why are YOU STANDING THERE? MOVE! You, PATHETIC pack of CHIWHUAWHUAS!"
As the guys grumbled and skated away, Coach Roque turned around to Kendall.
"I don't care what you do, but tomorrow you better have a freaking hockey stick. Or else you're gonna wish I make you clean jock straps, got it?" he pinned Kendall down with his glare, tone menacing and highly lethal from what he could tell.
"Ok."
"Ok, what?"
"Ok, Coach!"
"Better." He skated towards the team and left, leaving Kendall afraid and worried for tomorrows practice.
-Scene break-
James stood in the porch of grey colored brick house. He glanced around trying to find any indicator that it was the correct house. Not finding any solid evidence of it being the sexy blonde's humble adobe, he shrugged it off. Mentally laughing of how a little bit of cash can get you whatever you wanted, or needed. Though he couldn't tell which one was his case, did he need or want Kendall's address? He certainly wanted the blonde, and his body was screaming of need for him, but he was still uncertain.
Shaking it off, he took another step and knocked. Hoping no parent's answered. Especially not any dad's, they were the worst on first impressions. Mom's on the other hand he could charm and dazzle, until he got what he wanted and then they'd be out for his blood. It also depended on who he was fucking. Guys didn't usually rat him out to their parent's, some girls told their friends, but there were always some girls that would tell their parents and that's when he run.
When the door opened, instead of blonde locks and green eyes, he was greeted by long chestnut hair much like his and big brown eyes, though he lowered his gaze due to the short height of the small teen.
"What do you want?" the girl looked him up and down and saw a long box on his hand and faced him.
"I'm not interested in buying…whatever it is you're selling so, bye." She was shutting the door when he stopped it with his foot.
"I'm not selling anything. Give this to Kendall."
"Who are you?" she eyed him suspiciously, she knew Kendall's friends, and he was not one of them. "And what makes you think that anyone by that name lives here?" she crossed her arms defiantly.
"Cuz you both got the same attitude problem." He raised one of his eyebrows at her.
"You still haven't answered my question." She crossed her arms, her eyes full of defiance. Yep, those two were definitely related.
"Not gonna either. Just give this to him. He'll know who it's from." He gave her a short yet dark smile, slid his foot off the door and left without another word.
"Kendall has weird friends." Katie sighed to herself and locked herself in the house.
TBC