So I don't want to continue the actual story until I find a beta but I feel bad for the long gaps between my updates. So until I actually find one, here's an omake theatre, side story, or whatever you call it. It's just some lime action on the jarlos front.

A big thanks to yourtheoneforme123, BigTimeOzzy, and rainy dayz and silver dreams. and Just Fetching, yes, there will be smut, but just not immediately.

Carlos was in awe when the limousine he and James were in pulled up to a large mansion, complete with an iron gate and a large fountain in front. The place was gaudy, just what he'd expect from James, and Carlos loved it. Even the stone lions on each side of the doorway weren't too much to him. When they walked in the massive house, Carlos's jaw hit the ground. The entire place had a modern and boyish look to it. It was like something from a forbes magazine.

"I can't believe you live here!" Carls exclaimed as he tried to take it all in.

"My manager gave it to me as a welcome gift. He used to live here but he hated living next to Matthew McConaughey so much, he told me to have it. He even remodeled it for me." James bragged. Carlos rolled his eyes and hit James' chest playfully.

"How about you give me a tour Mister Big Shot?" He asked condescendingly.

"Why I think I will." James said as he took Carlos' hand and led him down the first of many halls. The tour left Carlos awestruck and eager to swim in the giant pool out back. James had planned on joining him until his manager called and he had to rush to the studio.

"I'll see you later darling." James said before kissing Carlos' cheek and leaving the boy alone in a new surrounding. Carlos felt out of place and vulnerable once he left. He felt bad feeling that way in James' house but he couldn't help it. This was like nothing he had ever seen. He couldn't even remember how to find the pool through all of the many hallways. Then all of sudden, a great idea hit him. He was going to be all by himself for probably a long time. He could go explore all of the doors James didn't open on the tour. Maybe on of them would be his bedroom. Carlos really wanted to see what James bedroom was like; If it was as stylish as him, or if it was covered in pictures of himself. Carlos was sure James bedroom was covered in photos of himself. With the pool forgotten, Carlos wandered the house in his bathing suit, opening every door in his path.

There was an arcade behind one of the doors Carlos opened. Video games were the one thing he missed most about home. He would play for hours everyday and it was something his papí approved of. Carlos spent hours killing zombies before remembering he was on a mission.

He found a makeup room next. It was full of all kinds of foundations, eyeshadows, rouge, and eyeliners of every color. There even was a table full of make up removers. Carlos almost fainted at first glance. He had never owned anymore than a tube of lipgloss. He wanted to experiment with everything in front of him.

Remembering all that he learned from teen magazines he read at the library, Carlos redid his face, looking mighty pleased with himself. He looked like a pretty girl. He felt complete like this, he felt confident.

Carlos left the room wondering if James would like it. Maybe it's what he need to make James actually want to take their relationship further. Touring the house was put on hold as Carlos decided to do what he can and seduce James.

The first thing Carlos did was switch out of his bathing suit and into his sexiest underwear and his black skirt he knew drove James crazy with these too sexy for church mary janes- his only pair of high heels. He thought about actually putting a shirt on since his red push-up bra was definitely working with what he was wearing. After minutes of staring at himself, contemplating, Carlos chose a black top and ripped the collar so his bra was showing. Looking in the mirror one last time, he smiled smugly. Boy, did he look good.

The limo that James took traveled up long driveway, the headlights shining across Carlos' face. With a final adjustment to his wig, Carlos stood in the entryway with the most sexiest posture he could manage. James opened the door, his eyes going straight to Carlos who looked like a grade A whore against his wall.

"Welcome home baby." Carlos said as he approached him, his hips moving seductively.

"What's going on?" James asked, clearly concerned if Carlos possibly cracked his head while in the pool.

"Nothing, I just thought I'd surprise you when you got home." Carlos said. James couldn't help but laugh at Carlos' attempt to be slutty. Although he had no idea what brought it on, he decided to ignore it. Taking the small boy into his arms, he placed kissed all over his face.

"Why don't you go take all of this off and get to bed? I know you must be tired." James suggested before putting a final kiss on Carlos' lips. Carlos pulled away quickly, the anger obvious on his face.

"Do you find me attractive at all?" Carlos yelled, shocking James.

"Of course I do, you know that." James answered.

"Then why are you sending me to bed and not fucking me right now!" Carlos' voice cracked from screaming. James sighed, he hated these arguments.

"I'm not having sex with you this early on Carlos. You're making it too obvious you're not ready and I don't want you to regret me."

"I am ready though! I want you to be my first, even if I can't be yours. I want to satisfy you so you'll stop running to the bathroom every time we even touch. I want to show you exactly how much I love you, and I want to make you love me just as much. I want-" Carlos' rant was cut short by James kissing him as hard as possible, pushing the little boy back into the wall. Carlos moaned deeply as he kissed back with just as much fervor, his hands tangling themselves into James' long brown hair. James broke the kiss only to move his lips to the long and thin neck in front of him. His hands left the tiny hips only to rub against well toned thighs up Carlos' skirt.

"You have no idea how strongly I love you. All I ever want to do is kiss you, touch you, fuck you." James mumbled into Carlos' neck before going back to making dark hickeys. Carlos took James' head in both of his hands and made him look into his eyes.

"Then do it." He whispered before kissing him as deep as he could. Their tongues swirled together until James took control. He explored Carlos' mouth with expertise, all the while his hands went to work in removing Carlos' panties and stroking the fully hard cock hidden inside. Carlos cried out, never before feeling a hand touch him there besides his own. He felt as if he was on cloud nine as James continued to stroke and tug on him. James the took one of Carlos' hands and put it on his large and prominent hard on. Slowly, Carlos undid the jeans in front of them and pulled them down, along with the boxer briefs under them. He tentatively touched the dick in front of him then grabbed onto it, trying his best to give James the same pleasure he was feeling.

"I can't take this anymore." Carlos moaned out as he felt his climax coming. James tugged harder but slower, rubbing a finger over the already leaking slit.

"Then come for me." He answered, and Carlos did, coating James' hand in his spunk. James came shortly afterwards, the sight and the particularly hard yank Carlos gave him drove him over the edge. The two boys fell to the entryway floor, trying their best to catch their breath.

"I'm tired." Carlos muttered, curling up into James' chest.

"I'll carry you to your bed." James said. He collected his young lover into his arms, satisfied that Carlos snuggled right in.

"Stay with me, I don't want to sleep alone." Carlos demanded. James smiled and kissed his forehead.

"Of course." He said then made his way to Carlos' bed, placing the boy onto his mattress before curling into his side. They talked about everything and each other in sleepy voices until Carlos fell asleep and James followed after. Not once did they discuss their earlier issue but James knew he'd hear an earful about it once Carlos woke up.