A/N: Hey hey! Thanks for the lovely reviews! I'm glad you're liking this so far:)

Also, you guys are probably all gonna hate me on multiple occasions during this chapter.

*~*~Let's go to a couple days later, shall we?~*~*

"Well well, it's just us," Kendall said suggestively, wiggling his eyebrows.

James smiled, glad to see that Kendall was finally loosening up. Since they'd come up to the lakehouse, anytime James had tried to make any sort of sexual joke Kendall had just acted really... weird. Now, his spirits finally seemed a lot more cheery.

"So I was thinking," Kendall told him, joining James on the couch, "I thought of something real fun for us to do today, you know, since everyone else is out of the house."

"Oh?" James raised an eyebrow and popped the top off of the soda Kendall had handed him. Kendall watched for a moment as James took a few gulps of the drink.

"Well?" he prompted, "What's Kendall Knight's fantastic plan this time?"

"Alright," Kendall put down his drink so he could use his hands to make a point, "Carlos's dad has a jet ski in the basement, right?"

James's face lit up and he pointed at Kendall approvingly.

"How about," Kendall spread his hands apart and turned his chin up just as he always did, "we take that bad boy out for a spin."

"First of all, great idea," James replied, "Second of all, that's what she said."

Kendall laughed and punched James in the arm lightly. James put his soda down and lunged to tackle Kendall, who ended up sprawled out beneath him on the couch. James's face was barely inches from Kendall's and Kendall could feel his breath graze over his lips. He could've sworn he saw James's eyes dilate for a split second.

"Let's go get that jet ski," Kendall breathed quickly. James nodded in reply and got off of him so they could go down to the basement.

~*~*Y'all totally thought they would kiss and have hot wild sex now didn't you?*~*~

"So, how do we do this?" James finally said after a moment. Both boys were standing in the backyard, arms crossed, hands stroking their imaginary beards, while they observed the jet ski in action. In action being leaning on a nearby tree while they tried to figure out what to do with it.

"Well I mean- You see I think that- Maybe the- I have no idea," Kendall concluded with a shrug.

"How do we ride it?" James asked, "Like a motorcycle?"

"Yeah, I guess so," Kendall replied. His face turned gradually red when he realized what this meant.

"I call being top!" James told him.

"Dude!"

"What? That means you get to sit in front!"

"Just shut up and help me figure out how to turn this thing on."

James went up to the jet ski and walked his fingers over the handlebars. "You come here often, big boy?" he whispered huskily, directing the question to the jet ski but keeping his eyes locked on Kendall's.

"Are you sure you aren't gay?" Kendall asked through his laughter. He gulped. Why had he just asked that? Did he even want to know the answer? If he wasn't sure himself, the last thing he wanted to hear was James say that he was-

"Of course. One hundred and ten percent," James told him with a wink.

"Well aren't you something," Kendall grumbled under his breath.

"What?"

"Nothing, I just- help me with the jet ski, and don't try to seduce it this time."

"Aye aye, cap'n."

After a few minutes wasted messing with the jet ski, the two boys eventually managed to get it in the water and get on.

"This is so weird," Kendall said, referring to the fact that James was sitting so close behind him.

"Hey, it was your idea," James said, "now let's see what this bitch can do."

"James you make it sound like you're talking about a-"

"I know."

Kendall rolled his eyes and started the jet ski.

Apparently, using a jet ski was harder than it looked. At first, they felt like they were flying over the cool, sparkly blue water. Seconds later, however, the jet ski toppled over and they were slammed into the icy cold surface of the lake. They'd barely even made it to where the water was over their heads.

James and Kendall came to the surface, coughing up water. The way the jet ski had fallen, they'd both been thrown into eachother. Their limbs were all entagled and overlapping eachother, their bodies pressed together at some points. They froze like that for a second; the water between them seemed heated up to a boiling point and the places where they touched felt like they were on fire. After a moment, they wordlessly pulled away from eachother and grabbed the jet ski to bring it in.

"That was definitely a bad idea," Kendall admitted once the jet ski was put away.

"We cannot jet ski," James agreed.

They exchanged awkward smiles and parted ways pretty much wordlessly.

*~*~Now just a tiny bit later...~*~*

Kendall walked down the dock, the afternoon's events swimming around in his head. There were so many moments when he'd just had this urge to jump James and kiss him senseless, and that was not normal. Normal guys didn't just run around liplocking their best guy friends.

He shook his shaggy blonde hair, sitting down at the end of the dock. Kendall rolled up the jeans he had changed into and dipped his toes into the cool lake water. He kicked his feet through the water slowly, watching the droplets hit the water and make ripples until they died out.

Maybe this was all James's fault. Other than all the other confusing emotions swarming his head, he was kind of pissed. Whether he was rightfully pissed or not was debateable. Still, he was sort of mad at James for making him feel this way. Did he have to reach down Kendall's pants, or make his voice sound velvety and seductive, or agree to hook up with him, or have such goddamn shiny hazel eyes? Those were all things James had purposely done that really were not neccesary, well, except the last one. Part of Kendall just wanted to pin James to the wall and punch him in his pretty face a few times. The other part of Kendall wanted to pin James to the wall and... he didn't like to think about it too much.

Kendall laid back on the dock, folding his hands behind his head.

"Of course. One hundred and ten percent."

That sugary sweet voice had been echoing in his head from the second James said it. Why? Why was Kendall so incredibly stupid that he'd ask a question like that? He knew he wouldn't like the answer. James was one of the most confident people he knew, of course he was sure of himself, one hundred and ten percent.

Then again, Kendall mused that maybe, just maybe James had been lying through his teeth. Maybe James was confused, just like him. If he was, it's not like he would've admitted to it. He wondered if maybe, just maybe, somewhere in the house James was lying with his hands folded behind his head, thinking about Kendall.

Kendall blinked, the thought exploding in his overeager mind. He wished he had someone he could talk to. He knew his friends would always be behind him, but he'd always been the leader. It was his job to be there for them, not the other way around.

The question was, what happened when the leader couldn't lead anymore?

~*~*Now over to James Diamond with... well not the weather but... um...*~*~

James stared up at the ceiling, taking a deep breath. His hands were folded behind his head and the day's activities were making his head spin. So many times that day, with Kendall, there'd just been these... moments. James didn't really know how to explain it, but he did know that on several occasions, if Kendall had been some girl he would've kissed him... her. It was crazy, because he'd never had anything like that with a guy. Even with girls, most of the time their exchanges were just meaningless results of him having a charming smile and a boner.

"Are you sure you aren't gay?"

He remembered it crystal clearly, how Kendall's green eyes had sparkled with amusement one second, and then the next he could've sworn they'd clouded with regret. A few weeks ago, hell, a few days ago, James would've been as sure of his answer as he'd appeared to be. Now, however, he wasn't so sure of himself. What if he was? What would Kendall say? What would he do?

The sound of voices and a door snapped James back to reality. For a second, he thought maybe Kendall had come inside, but then he recognized the loud, excited sounds that could only come from Carlos. He heard Papi Garcia saying something to them and laughs from Logan and Carlos.

Upon hearing them get home, James knew exactly what he needed. He needed to have someone talk some sense into him, someone who'd put everything in perspective with a clear view. What James needed was some good old rationality. And he knew just where to get that.

"Hey Logan? Are you busy?" he poked his head out of his room to see Logan and Carlos on the couch, arguing about whether they should go outside and run around or just watch a movie. It was pretty obvious who wanted what.

"Nope!" Logan said pointedly at Carlos, popping the p, "I'm gonna go hang out with James now. Bye Carlitos!" he blew fake kisses as he got up off of the couch.

"Well then," Carlos told him, "I'M gonna go find Kendall and-"

"Annoy the hell out of him?" James and Logan chorused together.

Carlos huffed and turned his nose up at them, leaving with his nonexistent dignity.

"So what's up?" Logan asked. He followed James into his and Kendall's room and didn't bother with the door, leaving it slightly ajar. James wasn't concerned, it was about time for Carlos's dad to be out on his regular shift and he was sure Carlos would keep Kendall plenty busy.

"Umm, well, I just- I wanted to talk to you, but I don't- well I mean that-"

"Who did you sleep with this time?" Logan asked him skeptically, crossing his arms across his chest, "And who's going to beat you up for it?"

"No no, it's not- it's not that. I um, I have to-"

"For Christ sakes, spit it out!"

James gulped, "I've been a little c-confused." He flinched as soon as he said it, as if now that he'd said the words out loud they suddenly carried more weight than they had when they were just possibilities floating around in his head. Now they were real. Tangible. And they were out for Logan to hear.

"Confused?"

"Confused."

Logan sucked in a breath, "And who's been confusing you?"

James turned bright red, "I don't know if I should tell you."

"Come on James," Logan prompted, "if you didn't think you could tell me this, you wouldn't have wanted to talk to me. And clearly, you want to talk to someone. So talk."

James ran a tired hand through his hair. The way Logan said it, he made it sound so easy, like puzzle pieces fitting together. The problem was, sometimes it was hard to find the right pieces, and the puzzle didn't work right. At the moment, he was feeling more like the latter.

"Kendall," James finally whispered without meeting Logan's eyes. He pretended to be fascinated by the floor, studying the sliver of light that fell on the ground from where the door was open, the slightly brighter lights of the house shining into his slowly darkening room.

"Kendall?" Logan returned the name as a question, as if he couldn't really believe it.

"Yeah."

"Oh, James," Logan shook his head and collected his thoughts for a second.

"Do you think I should talk to him?" James asked quietly. He expected an instant yes from Mr. Rational.

"I don't know if that's such a good idea."

"Really?" Now it was James's turn to question the other boy. Sure, it was easier to not say anything, but was that really the better choice if it left everything unresolved? He'd finally started to see the light, that maybe he should tell Kendall, but now his main advisor was shooting him down.

"Listen, James," Logan put a hand on James's shoulder, "Kendall has a temper. You clearly aren't very comfortable with these feelings, and if you go to tell him about them, you don't really know what will happen. Maybe Kendall won't feel the same way. He could get angry with you, you know how he is. He's a good guy, and I'm sure he'd try to be understanding, he's just-"

"Not that good," James finished dejectectedly, his hazel eyes dull and only glinting slightly in the low light. He didn't want to believe Logan, but he was pretty convinced the other boy was right.

"Look, I understand if you feel like you need to do some experimenting, but... maybe Kendall just isn't the person to do it with."

"And who would you suggest?," James asked harshly, realizing a second too late how accusing his tone sounded.

Logan wasn't really fazed, he just bit his lip and studied the floor. "Me," he finally replied, slowly drawing his eyes up to meet James's.

A second later, they were kissing. It wasn't really clear who kissed who first, but they were kissing. James's lips worked slightly above Logan's, his toungue licking at the smaller boy's lips, which remained closed. Logan slowly opened his mouth and let James's toungue in, their lips working together.

The kiss was nice. Logan was a good kisser. There wasn't a whole lot of fire, or passion, or feeling behind the kiss, but it was definitely good. James knew it was kind of bittersweet, seeing as even though he was kissing Logan, there was another guy on his mind. Still, the kiss was good. So good, infact, that neither boy noticed the tall, skinny guy with shaggy blonde hair pass by the door and stop for a split second, watching them kiss through sad green eyes.

*~*~That's it for this chapter!~*~*

A/N: *Hides* so I'm gonna go out on a limb here and assume that you guys are all really, really pissed at me right now. And you're probably kind of pissed at Logan too. And most likely James. And I bet you just kind of want to give Kendall a hug. Actually, I HOPE you feel this way, because that's what I was going for. So... don't kill me for all that almost kissing and then... the end. Also, don't worry, this is still a Kames story, if you couldn't tell. The Jagan is just there to create issues. Review pretty please!