It's kind if appropriate that Big Time Lies premiered this week and that this is the kind of chapter I'm posting. Lol. Well, I granted some people's wishes with this. Others may hate me. We'll see :)

Carlos stared at him, eyes wide. "L-Logan's . . .?"

Kendall nodded, biting his lip. "I'm sorry Carlos . . . um, when you think about it, it makes sense, y'know? I was with him before you and everything . . ."

Carlos didn't answer that. Jett just stared at them both, astounded.

Something about the tension in Kendall's shoulders put him off a little. He frowned and tried to figure it out.

"I'm gonna go tell him . . ."

"What? No!" Carlos grabbed Kendall by the arm to stop him from walking towards the door. "I-I mean, is that really necessary?"

Both Jett and Kendall's jaws dropped. "What?! Of course it is!" Kendall stared at him. "He's the father, he has a right to know! Wouldn't you want me to do the same for you?"

"Well . . ."

"Exactly."

"But don't you think it might upset him more, I mean . . ."

"That's bullshit, I know for a fact that if he's gonna be a father, he'd want to know about it! What is your problem with me telling him?!"

"I don't—"

"You fucking do! Tell me!"

"Oh my god!" Carlos snarled back, temper lost. "Are you that narrow-minded?!"

"Excuse me?!"

"I would've thought it was fucking obvious, for all I know he'll take this opportunity to get back in with you!"

"Wow, you have that little faith in him . . ." Kendall shook his head. "He's your best friend. Or at least he should be."

"You really expect that to still be the case! Really, Kendall?" Carlos rolled his eyes.

Kendall glowered at him, fists clenched. Just get out," he spat. "And when you grow up enough to trust your own fucking friend and your boyfriend, you can come back!"

"You can't be serious—"

"GET OUT! I mean it, get out right now!" Kendall shoved him towards the door, chest heaving with rage. "I can't believe how fucking selfish you're being!"

"If you want selfish, fucking look in mirror!" Carlos screamed at him, before opening the door and storming out, slamming it so hard the whole apartment trembled.

Jett stood up slowly. He could see Kendall standing still, watching the door. One of his hands was placed on his belly. And then in another split second, he let out a wail of despair and began to cry. "Kendall, don't!" Jett said quickly, hurrying over and turning him around by the shoulder. Tears were streaming down Kendall's cheeks. He looked heartbroken. Jett wrapped his arms around him and pulled him in for a tight hug, running a hand up and down his back to try and soothe him. "Shh . . ."

"I've ruined everything," he sobbed into the taller boy's shoulder. "E-everything! I'm such a horrible person, I hate myself, I—"

"Hey, stop that." Jett pulled back and took hold of Kendall's shoulders firmly. "Don't say that, alright? You're not a horrible person. You're just confused, right?" When Kendall said nothing and just kept crying, he raised his voice a little. "Right?"

At last, Kendall gave a small whimper and nodded slowly. A tear dripped off his chin as he choked out, "I am confused. So, so confused . . ."

"Talk to me about it. Come on." Jett wrapped an arm around Kendall's shoulders and led him over to the couch, sitting with him before going to get a tissue and handing it to him. "Now, dry your eyes and talk to me, okay?"

Kendall nodded again, dabbing at his cheeks and bloodshot eyes with the tissue. He sniffed. "The truth is . . . I didn't tell Carlos the whole truth."

"You didn't?" Jett frowned. "How so? The baby isn't Logan's?"

"No, it is. But it's Carlos's too . . ." Kendall played with the damp tissue as he spoke, avoiding Jett's eyes. "The doctor told me it's essentially a three-gene baby. We've all got a part of it."

"Is that possible?"

"Is a boy getting pregnant possible?" Kendall fired back.

"Point taken . . ." Jett sighed. "So, why did you lie?"

"In a way, I didn't completely lie," Kendall said uncomfortably." She told me that excluding my genes the baby had a higher percent of Logan than Carlos. So . . ."

"Kendall."

"Okay . . . I started to get cold feet about who I picked. And I just panicked, and I wanted to connect myself to Logan again . . ."

"So, by pretending Logan is the only father, you're ensuring that you don't lose him."

Kendall nodded. "I know it's wrong, but I just . . ." He sighed. "Well, now I have even more reason to be unsure. I know there is no way Logan would've acted like Carlos did if the situation was reversed. He would understand."

"I agree with you there. But you know Carlos has always been a hothead."

"I know . . . I don't even know what I'm doing anymore." His eyes filled with tears again. "I can't make up my fucking mind and I'm tearing their friendship apart—"

"Shh," Jett said soothingly, wrapping his arms around him again.

But it was too late. Kendall had begun to cry again, body trembling. His breath heaved as he started to hyperventilate a little. "I'm s-such a bitch," he sobbed, chest heaving and hands clenching onto Jett's arms. He started to breathe faster, choking on his sobs and gasping for breath. "Calm down!" Jett started to panic. Kendall was clutching his stomach and sobbing and heaving and Jett was terrified he would pass out. "Please calm down!"

Kendall ignored him, eyes wide and scared. Jett, at this point, didn't know what to do.

So he grabbed him by the cheeks, yanked him forward, and kissed him.

Kendall gave a startled squeak, eyes blown wide. Jett pulled back after a couple of seconds, breathing hard. Because he was now starting to panic. Fuck, he'd just kissed him. Fuck fuck fuck . . .

"Hey," he said at last in a weak voice. "At least you're not crying anymore . . ." His gaze drifted away, cheeks blushing scarlet. Well, he'd embarrassed himself and fucked up everything now.

Then Kendall was grabbing him by the front of his shirt, pulling him forward so hard he thought he heard something rip. Then he kissed him with equal force.

Hmm. Maybe not.

Jett gave a weak moan as Kendall's tongue attacked his. At some point he was shoved back against the couch cushions as Kendall crawled on top of him, before diving back forward and kissing him again. Jett kissed back, deciding to let his resistance crumble. He wrapped his arms tightly around Kendall's waist, pulling him so their bodies ground together. The sound Kendall let out sent heat flowing straight to his crotch. Kendall rolled his hips back down, hands still gripping Jett's shirt so hard his knuckles were white. Then before he even paused to think about it, Jett was flipping them over.

Kendall's legs ended up propped a little awkwardly on the taller boy's hips, but neither of them cared. He could feel Kendall's hands under his shirt and touching him gently but with determination. He knew what he wanted. Jett wanted it too.

His lips crashed down against Kendall's neck, sucking and biting on a chosen spot. Kendall whined loudly, one hand tightly woven in Jett's hair to keep his head there, tugging at the strands. His legs wound up around Jett's waist as his other hand slid down to the bulge in his sweats. "Shit," Jett gasped against Kendall's neck, as the blonde's hand moved inside his pants and boxers. His teeth sank into Kendall's neck with a low moan. Kendall wrapped his hand around Jett's dick, hand sliding up and down. Jett pulled off Kendall's neck with a pop and sat up. He tugged his shirt up over his head and tossed it to who-the hell-cared-anyway. Then he tugged Kendall up into a sitting position, legs still draped around his waist, and tugged his shirt off too.

He tugged Kendall up onto his lap and cupped his ass, lifting him up and off the couch. Kendall's arms wrapped around his neck and he pulled him in for another hot kiss. One eye open, Jett managed to manoeuvre his way around the couch and towards his room. He was about to dive onto the bed with Kendall in his arms, when he remember that yeah. He was pregnant. So he placed him down carefully and got back on top of him.

Kendall smiled up at him, complete trust in his gaze. His hands gripped Jett's shoulders and he pulled him down to kiss him again. This time it was just a little peck that made Jett's cheeks flush. Kendall gave a little giggle, a cute dimpled grin on his face. He gripped the hem of Jett's pants with his hands and tugged them down. Jett's erection bobbed up, Kendall blushing at the sight of it. But he was also looking at it almost greedily. Jett pressed one soft kiss to Kendall's chest and tugged his pants and boxers down too.

He gazed down at the naked blonde, breath caught in his throat. He was breathing hard, looking up at Jett. Maybe wondering why he'd just stopped what they were doing. Then he blushed hard when he realised Jett was just staring. Of course, he would never have admitted it, but he was totally mesmerised by the beautiful being lying underneath him. With his slim shoulders, that barely noticeable bulge in his belly, his hips and his v-line . . . damn.

"I think you've seen enough," Kendall said softly at last. His cheeks were red.

Jett chuckled, leaning down and pressing a quick kiss to his soft lips. "Maybe for now . . ." But that 'for now' got him thinking. Was he going to do this again? Were they going to do this again?

Jett worked Kendall open, pressing gentle kisses to his neck and shoulders. He didn't have any lube; he couldn't remember where he kept the stuff. Did he even have any? Did it really matter?

Kendall was whimpering softly as Jett withdrew his fingers and lifted Kendall's legs back around his waist. Their eyes locked for a moment. Then Jett leaned forward and cupped Kendall's flushed cheeks, lifting him up to press their lips together in another open-mouthed kiss, as he slowly pushed inside.

Kendall clenched around him immediately, moaning loudly into his mouth and wrapping his arms around his neck. Jett moved his hands down and wrapped them around his tiny waist. It was thin, but as he held it tight and pulled him close, he knew he wouldn't break. Their chests pressed together, he pulled back from Kendall's lips and gave a shallow thrust of his hips, pulling back and pushing into Kendall's tight heat. Kendall gasped, nails digging into Jett's shoulders. "Oh fuuck . . ."

Jett couldn't help smirking and growling," You want me to?"

Kendall laughed. The sound was music to his ears. Then the blonde released his hold on Jett's shoulders and flopped down onto the mattress. "Go on, then."

Jett grinned, taking hold of Kendall's left leg and hoisting it up over his shoulder. Kendall squeaked in surprise as he was tugged down the bed, almost bent in half. "This won't hurt the baby, will it?" Jett couldn't help asking, concerned.

"I don't think so." Kendall stuck his tongue out cheekily. "Just don't go all crazy."

"Got it," Jett laughed, before moving to tightly grip Kendall's slim hips. Then he pulled out and plunged back in, groaning at the tight clench around his dick. Kendall's hands clenched into fists above his head. Sweat slid down his forehead as he moaned and panted. Jett moved his hips faster, angling them and jabbing off Kendall's prostate. Kendall's back arched off the bed and he screamed, head tilted back. Jett leaned in and nipped on his neck again and fucked him harder, slamming in and out and grunting a little as his grip tightened on Kendall's hips.

"Jett, Jett, please . . ." He clenched around Jett again, who gave a harsh moan and started plowing into him as hard and fast as he could, any thoughts about not going crazy kind of completely vanished.

Kendall, meanwhile, was having the time of his life. Jett was amazing in bed. He was rough but at the time time there was a gentleness underneath it. And he seemed to always know exactly what to do and how to do it. He kissed Kendall when he wanted to be kissed, touched him where he wanted to be touched, without even being asked. It seemed he could just read him so easily.

"I'm so close," Kendall almost sobbed out, a hand clawing and gripping at Jett's bicep and fuck, he had amazing arms too. Why was he only just realising this?

"Shit!" Jett's hand wrapped around his dick and he stroked it once and thrust against his sweet spot once, hard. And he came, cum splattering out over his stomachs and chest. A drop or two even landed on his cheek, and he realised he must've come pretty hard for that to happen. He lay back, giving a low groan when he felt Jett come inside of him, his semen dripping from his throbbing entrance when he pulled out weakly and flopped down on the mattress next to him. Their breath heaved as the both stared up at the ceiling, saying nothing.

Kendall lifted a hand to his belly, rubbing soothing circles into it where the faint bulge was. "Are you feeling okay?" Jett asked at last.

Kendall nodded. "Just kinda making sure the baby is okay. I feel okay physically." He paused. "But mentally or emotionally or whatever, not so much . . . we probably shouldn't have done that."

"Yeah." Jett rolled onto his side and couldn't help giving him a carefree smile. "We probably shouldn't have."

Kendall couldn't help smiling back and giggling a little, scooting closer and giving him a quick kiss. "You know, you're really good in bed."

"So I've been told."

"Oh really? By how many people?"

Jett just shrugged, sticking his tongue out. Then he stopped, biting his lip. He was looking at Kendall's neck. "Ohh . . . I gave you a pretty big mark."

"You did?!" Kendall got to his feet, walking with a slight limp over to where Jett's mirror was. Jett couldn't help glancing at his butt when he did. He was only human, after all.

"Wow, that's big," Kendall chuckled, tip of his finger tracing over the large hickey left on the side of his neck. "You've got a mouth like Dracula."

"I can't tell if that's a compliment or an insult."

"It's neither." Kendall turned around and skipped back to the bed, hopping onto it and straddling Jett's waist. Grinning, Jett sat up and wrapped his arms around him, pressing their lips together.

He found he could quite happily just kiss Kendall all day.

"I'm actually glad you left this," Kendall said a little breathlessly when they pulled apart. "I can use it to get this whole Carlos-Logan thing sorted out."

Jett frowned. "How do you plan on doing that?"

And Kendall explained.

"Carlos wins again!" Katie announced, a little bored with the situation.

This was the tenth time Carlos had completely destroyed James in whatever video game it was they were playing. He didn't even know. Once thing he did know was that when he was angry, frustrated or fed up, he was unstoppable. Right now, he was all of the above. He didn't know where Logan was. Which was good, he wanted to avoid him. He didn't know what Kendall was doing. And he didn't know how to sort out that problem.

"I don't wanna play anymore," James said tiredly, sighing and putting down the controller. "It's getting a bit samey for me."

Carlos sighed angrily. "Fine. Whatever."

"I'll get it!" Katie said quickly, running to the door when she heard knocking. She opened it up. "Kendall!" she squealed, hugging him. "How's the baby?"

"Same old, same old," Kendall turned at her, kissing her head. "Is Carlos around? I wanna talk to him."

"Carlos!" Katie called, a teasing time in her voice. "Your boyfriend is here!"

Carlos ran to the door and saw Kendall standing there. He looked a bit uncomfortable and shy, which was unusual for him. "Hi Kendall. Um . . . so what's up?"

"I wanted to talk to you, about earlier," Kendall said quietly. "About our fight . . ."

"Okay, let's . . ." That was when Carlos spotted it. The large purple mark on the side of his neck. " . . . talk," he finished weakly. "I . . . Kendall, what's that?" He pointed.

"Oh . . ." Kendall's hand covered it up. His lip trembled. "I-I'm so sorry, Carli . . ."

"Who gave it to you?"

"Logan."

"Logan . . ." Carlos's eyes widened, and he gritted his teeth. That asshole.

"Please don't be mad at him," Kendall said quickly, grabs Carlos's hand in both of us. "Please, I was upset and he was comforting me. Honestly, I just came onto him. Are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same thing?"

"How far did you go?"

"Not the whole way. And I didn't tell him about the baby. I know you still don't want to . . ." His face fell.

Carlos thought about it for a few seconds. He didn't particularly want Logan to know, for reasons he'd already stated. Logan could use it as a way to slip back in. But it seemed he already had. Because Carlos had been insensitive and he'd upset Kendall. What if that happened again?

He'd let both Kendall and himself down. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

"Kendall, I want to tell Logan about the baby."

"You do? Really?!" Kendall's face lit up. "Thank you, thank you so much!" He pulled him in for a hug, kissing him passionately.

Carlos pulled back, holding his waist. "Just, promise me you won't do anything like that with him again. Okay?"

Kendall nodded immediately. "Of course, I promise. If you promise you won't say anything to him about it. It was my fault, I don't want him to get in trouble . . ."

"I won't mention it to him." Carlos smiled sweetly. "I'm glad we sorted this out."

And Kendall was glad too. Very, very glad.