A/N: What am I doing with my life. This chapter is so strange... Guess who's getting Kames feels...
So yeah, warning, if you don't like Kames... lol.
The end is so weird though I just... idk. Anyway, I hope you like it!
I literally wrote this like right after I wrote Edge of Desire so my brain sort of switched from depression to smut and that might rub off a bit ... but not really.
AND YES CARLOS IS COMING. I PROMISE. SHH.
LOVE YOU.
Chapter 6 - Oh, Look What You've Done
When Kendall walks into school on Monday morning, he's... nervous?
He'll go with nervous.
Maybe nervous; but also excited, happy, over the fucking moon.
Maybe it was the fact he'd finished all his homework the day before, or that the Wild had smashed the Peguins on Saturday night, or maybe just maybe, it was waking up in Logan's arms on Saturday morning.
The slow beat of his heart filling Kendall's chest, the soft breath on his hair, their impossibly tangled limbs under the covers and the dimples that were still evident on his sleeping cheeks...
Per-fect: Adjective - Having all the required or desirable elements, qualities, or characteristics; as good as it is possible to be.
Perfect.
It was perfect.
The morning sex that followed after Logan woke up was also perfect, but hey, that's no surprise.
But nervous now. Nervous because he's going to see Logan again, but more important, he's going to see James. And he has no idea if James knows what went down on Friday night.
Kendall's putting his books in his locker when a pair of hands are placed over his eyes from behind, making him freeze and drop his book on advanced chemistry.
"Happy Monday morning Ken-doll" A voice breathes over his neck, and Kendall knows who it is instantly.
"Hi James" Kendall sighs, turning on his heel when the hands are removed.
James chuckles, slumping into the locker next to Kendal and looking at him sideways through long dark lashes.
Kendall has absolutely no reason to be intimated by James, I mean, he has had sex with him twice already, blown him under a restaurant table and kissed him so hard he saw stars, so it's not like they don't know each other. But in all honesty, James scares the shit out of him. Especially when he seems so calm.
"How was your weekend?" Kendall asks innocently, avoiding eye contact and picking his book up off the floor before throwing it in his locker.
"Mm it was good" James drawls, "but not as good as yours I'm sure"
Kendall's fingers grip on the side of his locker, not even daring to look at James. "Um yeah it was fine"
"Fine? Better not tell Logan that, he thought it was amazing"
Kendall blanches, looking at James with wide eyes, only to be met with a smirk. "H-he told you?"
James rolls his eyes. "Duh. He wouldn't shut up about it last night"
"And you're... you're ok with it?"
"I wasn't thrilled, but then Logan ripped off my clothes and rode my dick so I'm over it"
Kendall would be doing a spit take right now if he had liquid in his mouth, but choking on his own spit will have to do.
"Don't look so shocked" James smirks, "You didn't think Logan and I would stop sleeping together did you?"
"N-no I just, I guess" Kendall stutters, "I guess I didn't think about that"
"Aww don't be sad" James laughs, reaching out to rest his palm against Kendall's cheek before giving it a playful slap, "we still like you too"
Kendall moves back, he doesn't care how 'playful' slaps are, they still hurt. And um hi, hello, they're at school.
"Good to know" Kendall mutters, slamming his locker shut and beginning to walk away.
"Hey hey" James says quickly, reaching out to grab Kendall's wrist, "don't be shitty"
"I'm not 'shitty'" Kendall exhales slowly, turning to look at James. "You and Logan can do whatever you want"
And Kendall means that. They don't have any responsibility to him. They're not his.
But he might be theirs...
"Hey, let me make it up to you"
Kendall doesn't need to ask to know what it is James is in implying. He can see the question in his eyes, the want, the desire, burning burning burning.
But Kendall asks anyway.
"How?"
James leans in, way too close for Kendall's sanity, shifting his grip on the tall boys wrist to glide up his arm tantalizingly slow. "I'm sure I could find somewhere for us to go..."
Whilst the idea of James pressing into him hot and tight up against some wall or desk somewhere is appealing, fuck, very appealing, Kendall hasn't forgotten it's a 9am on Monday fucking morning.
"What about Logan?"
Something that resembles anger flashes in James' eyes, but it's fleeting. Instead, he scoffs.
"I'm sure Logan will be fine. Here, let me show you something"
Before Kendall can argue James tightens his grip around his arm, pulling him through the school halls quickly and quietly, weaving through the students that pretend not to care why James Diamond is hanging out with... what's his name?
"Where are you taking me?" Kendall asks, earning a quick "you'll see" right before they round a corner and James stops them dead.
Kendall's not so sure what he's supposed to be looking at, but then, he is.
He see's hands, and lips, and long curly brown hair, and pale skin moulded together so tightly he's not sure where one ends and the other begins.
Kendall feels like he's going to throw up.
"That's Camille" James whispers in his ear from behind, and yeah, Kendall knows who it is. He just wants to know why Logan has her pressed up against the wall of lockers, hands that had been so tight on Kendall's waist now on hers.
"They're 'dating'"
Kendall doesn't have to see James to know he is rolling his eyes, voice incredibly bored.
Kendall's confused. And he's angry. Angry because when he lay in Logan's arms on Saturday morning, there was not one mention of a girlfriend. Kendall had learnt Logan wanted to be a doctor, that his favourite colour was blue, that his Mom is a real-estate agent, that he fainted in 5th grade when he had to give a presentation on the Civil War, that he likes the smell of rain, that pizza rolls are his favourite thing on this entire planet and that he cried like a baby whilst watching the final Harry Potter film.
But no girlfriend.
He turns to James, fisting his school blazer in his fingers and starting into hazel with intensity. For the first time probably in his whole life Kendall assumes, James looks scared. Not out of fear of Kendall doing anything hurting him, ha, no it would more be that Kendall looks like he is going to kiss the crap out of the brunette, and normally that would be fine... if it weren't for the hundreds of students that surround them.
"Kiss me" Kendall growls, voice angry and hot.
James smirks, taking Kendall's hands in his and calmly removing them from his jacket. "No"
"Then take me somewhere, make it up to me"
"If Logan is going to make you this needy then maybe he should go out with Camille all the time"
"James" Kendall almost whines, reaching forward to tug at his blazer once more.
"Fine. Bossy" James chuckles, taking Kendall's wrist and walking them towards Logan.
James doesn't stop, but that's not the intention with the words he says next. "So, Kendall, I can't believe you haven't been to the locker rooms yet! You really haven't had a proper experience of this school until you've been to the locker rooms. Let me be your personal guide..."
The excuse is dumb, considering Kendall has been to the locker rooms a bunch of times, but the lie has the desired effect. Logan can't whip his head around fast enough, leaving a very flustered Camille against the wall and looking at a smirking Kendall and James.
Logan's eyes rake over them impossibly quick, taking in their smirks, James' already creased blazer, James' fingers curled around Kendall's wrist.
No.
Logan looks like he wants to say something, but his mouth open and closes, and Camille's fingers start to tug on the strands of hair that sit on the nape of his neck, trying to reclaim his attention.
"It's going to be so much fun" James chuckles, pulling Kendall along and neither spare one more glance to the gaping, angry, short brunette.
Kendall lets James tug him along in silence; he would be running if he could, he wants to feel James everywhere, and fast. When they reach the locker rooms James scans the area quickly, quicker than Kendall thought he would, as he almost yelps when James shoves him backwards into the wall and smashes their lips together.
Kissing James is so different to kissing Logan. Logan is hard, yet soft, with less need, less urgency, less fire. James is all hands, all teeth, all hothothot and Kendall feels that whine of want snarl in the back of his throat.
When James starts to rip at the buttons of his shirt, Kendall chuckles against the taller boys lips, sending vibrations right through his skin. "Really? Right here?"
"I don't see why not" James grins, helping Kendall shrug out of his jacket before he does the same. "I'm fairly confident no one will come in"
"How confident?" Kendall breathes, fingers making light work of James' belt.
"90... maybe 80 perfect"
They both laugh, and Kendall feels... different. This James is different and new and exciting and Kendall wants every second.
With his strong hold on Kendall's hip bones James uses his strength to disconnect their lips and turn Kendall around. Kendall instantly reaches out for the wall, palms lying flat and head hanging low.
"Yes, James, yes" He gasps as James presses his lips down the knots in Kendall's naked spine, getting lower and lower until he is kneeling on the floor and shoving Kendall's pants and boxers down to his ankles and helps Kendall kick them out of the way.
James runs his strong hands over Kendall's backside, smirking when he gives the skin an experimental slap, and when Kendall moans he laughs. James brings his fingers to his lips, sucking hard and fast, coating the digits in his saliva before removing them with a pop.
Kendall's body stiffens in anticipation, letting out a shaky breath when James presses one finger deep inside him. Kendall's about to moan for more, but James is quick, none of this is with the intention of being drawn out. Quick is key.
James deems Kendall more than ready when the blonde starts to fuck back onto his now three fingers, moaning and whining and shit, so fucking needy.
Kendall makes this strange sound of gasping and gurgling when James removes his fingers, his ass rutting back in search of anything.
"Ready for me blondie?" James grunts against his neck, lining himself up with Kendall's entrance and not waiting for a response before he is pushing in with a snap of his hips
"Yes" Kendall groans, the brunt of James' thrust pushing him into the wall and making him want to fucking scream, already. "Harder, James, faster"
James wants to make some smart ass comment, to smirk at the boy, to laugh, to be James; but Kendall is so fucking tight and hot and wet and fuck, he can't say anything, can merely comply. Not that he needs any sort of command from Kendall; he would be thrusting in harder and faster either way.
Kendall grunts in shock when in one swift motion James is turning him around, prompting Kendall to wrap those long legs around his waist and lift him up against the wall. They both moan from the new position, Kendall gripping at James' hair and resting their foreheads together whilst they resist the urge to scream.
Kendall throws his head back into the wall when James bites down on his neck, bites down so fucking hard his vision blurs and he can feel the blood rushing under his skin.
Kendall gasps out in a mixture of shock and pleasure when he opens his eyes and looks over James' shoulder. The pleasure is self explanatory, but the shock?
There, leaning against the door frame to the locker room, arms crossed over chest, eyes burning, fists curling; Logan.
He doesn't say anything, and neither does Kendall, instead Kendall grins, locking Logan's eyes and moaning out James' name in a voice so filthy it's like he has uttered the worst most dirty curse word in the world.
James fucks up into him hard and fast, and Kendall wants to bury his head into James' shoulder and scream like a little bitch, but he's staring at Logan and he's not moving. He wants Logan to see this, wants to see how James fucks him, how James owns him; how James is doing everything he's not.
"Fuck, yes, James, James" Kendall moans, knowing he is close, tightening his grip on James' shoulder before reaching between them to wrap his free hand around his length.
"So good James, fuck, so fucking good"
Grinning at Logan, Kendall pulls James' mouth to his, kissing him so hard his vision blurs at the corners and in this second, there is no Logan.
And Kendall's not even prepared when he cums, something about the way James thrust into him at that exact moment, something about the flick of his wrist, something about the burn in Logan's eyes, it has him painting James' stomach white and panting and moaning words that sound something like swearing and James' name.
James swallows Kendall's screams on his tongue, his own begging to be released as Kendall tightens around his length so fucking hot and hard and shit.
"Kendall!" He grunts, his hips quivering and shaking and giving one final thrust before they still, holding Kendall in his arms and both finding the inability to feel their legs, surprised they haven't given way.
As James holds him, the rise and fall of their chests heavy and erratic, Kendall looks back up at Logan, flashing the short boy pearly white teeth before his lips are on James'.
He smirks when he hears the door slam.