A/N: Hey! Well, I'm very sorry for the boys' behavior in that last chapter XD I hope you can forgive them.

Actually Im sorry for their behavior in this one too so...

*~*~AND NOW FOR THE STORY~*~*

"Hey," James kissed the smaller, pale boy quickly on the lips, "wait a second," two more kisses, "Logan," he laughed a little as Logan eagerly kissed him again, "Dude, I think people are home."

"Oh," Logan pulled away from kissing James for a second. They sat in silence for a moment, listening for footsteps coming down the hall. They heard no one and returned to as they were.

"Logan!" James laughed as Logan moved in closer and smiled into their kiss. He'd been "experimenting" like this with Logan for a few days, and he really did like it. Still, sometimes, as Logan's soft pink lips brushed over his, he wondered what it would be like if they were somebody else's. Somebody taller, with blonde hair and burning green eyes. Somebody who he coudn't help but wonder if things could've gone differently with.

"What?" Logan replied, giving James a cocky smile as he planted another kiss on the taller boy, "Is something wrong?"

"No," James replied immediately, "nothing's wrong!"

"Good," Logan told him. He reached up and grabbed James's neck to pull him closer, his eyelids fluttering shut as the kiss was deepened.

James tried to focus on kissing back, and not on what the kiss would be like with another person. The thing about kissing Logan was that it was just like kissing girls. To James, it was completely meaningless. The kissing itself was fun, and Logan tasted good, even, but he didn't get that sense of pressure, of heat between the two bodies that pulled at them and made them gravitate towards eachother like magnets. He liked the way Logan's hair felt as it was pulled through his fingers, but he didn't like the way Logan made his body language so insistent, while the kissing felt so casual. In James's mind, he was just messing around with Logan to pass the time and because it had been what Logan advised him to do.

"Hey, what's on your mind?" Logan asked him cutely, biting at James's lip ever so slightly. James had to admit, Logan was fucking adorable. He had that going for him.

"Oh, just stressed about all the work we're gonna have when we get back."

"Well," Logan pressed their foreheads and noses together, "you can relax now."

James smiled and brought his lips to Logan's for another one of his short-but-sweet kisses.

~*~*Now over to Kindle!*~*~

Kendall took a deep breath and ran a hand through his hair. He knew in the other room, James and Logan were making out. They thought they were so sneaky, sucking face and thinking not a soul in the world could tell. Okay, so Carlos and his dad were clueless, but Kendall could see through them without a problem.

It was heartbreaking for Kendall to think that James had chosen Logan. Why, he wondered. Why did James like Logan more than him? He didn't see the chemistry between them the way he felt it between him and James. Maybe it was his imagination, maybe it was something you could just feel but not see. Either way, it made no sense to him. When he'd seen them kiss, it looked so... awkward. Yes, they looked happy, they looked like they were enjoying it, but at least James didn't look all that into it.

As shallow as it was, he couldn't help but wonder what Logan could possibly have to offer that he didn't have. After all he'd done for James, after all they'd been through together, James wanted Logan. It was Kendall, not Logan, who brought James to L.A. It was Kendall who got James out of his spray tanning addiction. Kendall came up with the plans that made James's dream possible for him. Hell, Kendall made James. He created him. Without Kendall, James was nothing.

Ok, clearly, that was going a little far. James was obviously something without Kendall, or else he wouldn't be shoving his toungue down Logan's throat. It was disgusting for Kendall to even think about it, they were just such a weird couple. He was more than a little mad at James's blindness, at how stupid he could be.

"Hey Kendall, what's up?" Carlos greeted him cheerily. His big brown eyes shown with the happiness that he always felt and his cheeks had the rosy tone that made them look big and childlike.

Kendall paused. Maybe he could start making out with Carlos. That would show James. Then again, that really wasn't fair to Carlos. And who was he kidding? James clearly would not give a single fuck. It was definitely not a good idea. Kissing Carlos would be really weird. Like kissing his little brother. Alright, too weird. Moving on to a new stupid plan.

"Nothing," Kendall grumbled.

"What's wrong?" Carlos asked curiously.

"Nothing."

"Oh come on, Kendall," Carlos prompted, still pushing.

"I told you, nothing's wrong."

"Yes," Carlos told him, "something's wrong."

"Carlos!" Kendall said firmly, "I'm fine."

"No you're not," Carlos sing-songed.

"Just leave me alone," Kendall grumbled.

"I can't leave my friend alone when he's sad!"

"I'm not sad."

"Don't lie! Tell me now, or I'm getting James. He can get anything out of you."

Kendall's eyes iced over at the mention of his Number One Problem's name.

"And why the fuck do you think James means anything to me?" Kendall hissed angrily.

"Dude, what are you talking about?" Carlos asked in confusion, "I just wanna help!"

"Well maybe, you're no help!" Kendall exclaimed, "Just go play with your stupid helmet and shut your big fucking mouth and get your nose out of everybody's problems! Could you just, for a second, try not to annoy everybody in sight?"

Carlos stood in shock as Kendall stormed away and slammed the door behind him. He sniffled as he felt his lip quivering.

'He didn't mean it,' Carlos told himself over and over again. Still, he couldn't help but wonder if he really did annoy everyone that much.

*~*~Now we leave Carlos sad and insecure and return to the two that everyone hates, because I'm just that mean.~*~*

"Mm, Logan," James moaned as Logan plunged his toungue deeper into James's mouth. His hands traced around the other boy's neck and shoulders, pulling him closer to deepen the kiss. Logan moved his mouth, letting his kisses find James's jaw and trail to his neck. He ran his hands down James's sides until he reached James's pants, putting his fingers under the waistband.

"Logan," James breathed as Logan reached to undo James's jeans, "what are you doing?"

James knew exactly what Logan was doing. Normally, James would be perfectly fine with just about anybody doing what he was about to do, because it's not like James didn't like it. Now, however, James's morals started to kick in. He realized how wrong it would be to get a blowjob or a hand job from one guy, while his mind, and possibly his heart, was on another one.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Logan teased, planting a kiss lightly on James's lips as he pulled James's jeans down.

"Don't you think this is a little soon?" James prompted, hoping Mr. Rational would kick in any second now.

"Why?" Logan asked. He bit his lip and looked at James, his expression cute and innocent, "James, you have sex with girls without even knowing their names. Why are you so hesitant?"

James gulped. He was going to need to think of a good answer for this, because Logan was not about to buy that he was just being cautious.

"Well," he said, "I mean, we are experimenting, so we're both, um, new to this, with guys. So I figured we'd just take it slow, you know, to start out."

"Oh James," Logan rolled his eyes and ran a hand through James's smooth hair, "I'm flattered that you want to go slow, but come on, let's have a little fun. Why not?"

James knew he really had no other answers for Logan. He'd given his best one, and if he ducked out now, he'd have to either look like a pussy, or tell Logan the truth. And James wasn't really a fan of either of those options. He figured one blowjob wouldn't do as much damage.

"Alright," James smiled at Logan, who returned the smile and kissed him gently. He worried for a second that with all the distractions and nerves, he wouldn't be able to get it up. That would be embarassing. When he realized that thinking of Victoria's Secret models wouldn't be enough, James caved. He thought about Kendall kissing him, Kendall fisting his shirt. He thought of what it would be like for Kendall to drag him by the arm into a dark room, to close it and lock it behind them, leaving out the rest of the world but just the two of them.

That did it for him. James was hard just in time for Logan to return to his boxers, where Logan put his quick little fingers under the fabric and pulled it off. He gently licked James's head, getting a gentle whine out of James. Logan brought James's dick into his mouth and James grabbed at Logan's hair while his head bobbed up and down between his knees. As Logan sucked and licked at him, James couldn't keep his mind from wandering to how it would be different if the head between his legs was covered by floppy dirty blonde hair.

"Ahh, I'm gonna," James moaned at the thought, releasing into Logan's mouth. Logan obediently swallowed and took James's dick out of his mouth, standing up from his kneeling position.

"Now that wasn't so bad, was it?" Logan asked as James pulled his pants up. James offered a weak smile and shook his head, telling Logan that it was great, that he was great, everything was just great.

The truth was, James felt awful. Usually, after getting a blowjob from some random girl, he'd be feeling pretty good about himself. This was different. This was his best friend, who just blew him even though he didn't want him to, while James thought of their other best friend. That was messed up, big time. It definitely didn't make James feel good about himself.

Logan and James cleaned themselves up a little bit before making their way to the living room, where they found Carlos, curled up on the couch and trying desperately not to cry.

~*~*And now we switch scenes again because I'm mean and Carlos has been crying in all my stories today*~*~

Kendall knocked on the door of the pretty pink house. It was funny, how of all places, he'd come here when he was stressed. Maybe it wasn't that weird. There was nowhere else to go, and it really was only a short walk down the road. The sun was starting to fall, indicating that the night was beggining. Kendall had shut his phone off so no one would bother him while he blew off steam. He'd walked slowly, giving himself a moment to get a little more calm and collected.

Kendall was just about to reach up and knock again when he heard hurried footsteps coming towards the doorway and high-pitched sounds accompanying them.

"Ohmygod!" the girl who opened the door, a blonde, possibly the one James slept with, squealed, "It's you! Green eyes! Um... Kendall!"

"Yeah," Kendall smiled at her, figuring he could've been the Fed Ex guy and he still would've gotten that same excited greeting, "that's me. Is, uh, Christina here?"

"I knew it!" the blonde shrieked excitedly, "I told her she'd see you again. Monica was saying you'd never come back! Christina really was wowed, I mean, she was just really really crazy for you, and she was wondering if you'd ever see eachother again, but I mean I totally was rooting on your side, because I mean, you live so close, and I was like, assuring her that she's gorgeous and any guy in the right mind..."

Kendall nodded politely as she kept talking, and talking, and talking.

"Hey!" another girl walked behind the one who was talking, giving Kendall the up-and-down before narrowing her eyes at him, "Were you one of Carlos's friends?"

"Um... yeah," Kendall replied awkwardly. By the look she was giving him, he was gonna guess that she was one of the girls Carlos had ALMOST slept with. At least her appearance had gotten the blonde to shut up for a moment.

"Tell him he's a jerk, and he's lucky he got away when he did," she spit at him.

"Look, you gotta give Carlos a break," Kendall protested, with no idea where the words were coming from, "he's new to- well, pretty much everything."

"Oh?" she raised an eyebrow sarcastically and put a hand on her hip.

"Yeah," Kendall continued. The girl clearly didn't care what he was saying, but for some reason, possibly just out of being a good friend, he felt the need to stand up for Carlos, "I mean, Carlos might screw up a lot, but he always means well. He's a really good guy. He's just really naive, like a kid." Kendall sucked in a breath after saying it. He knew the words applied to him more than anyone. Maybe he should just go home, turn back and apologize to Carlos and try to get some things sorted out.

Just as he was about to politely tell the girls that he'd stop by again later, Christina came and joined them at the door. He took in her big brown curls and low tank top, those same, way-too-glossy lips that had left stains all over his chest, and her four-inch heels. Suddenly, he remembered what he had come for, and how badly he thought he needed it. Carlos would be fine. Carlos could wait.

"Kendall!" she exclaimed when she saw him, "Hey!"

"Hi!" Kendall greeted, "I was wondering, do you wanna maybe do something tonight?"

"Sure," she said, "I know this great club downtown. I'll just grab my purse. Do you have a fake I.D.?"

"No," Kendall replied, realizing too late he should've taken the one James had to get booze.

"That's fine," Christina waved at the air, "I can get you in." She brought her hand to the side of her mouth and, in a stage whisper, added, "I slept with the bouncer and he doesn't want it to get out."

"Oh," Kendall tried not to look too shocked or worried, "well, I'm glad you can get me in!" he laughed awkwardly and studied his shoes.

"Yeah, did you bring a car?"

"Oh, no, I walked over, I don't have- I didn't bring it, no."

"Alright, we'll go in my car. Just give me a moment to grab my purse and put on some lip gloss, my lips are feeling a little dry," she told him, touching her shiny pink lip that clearly was not in any need of more lip gloss.

Kendall just nodded and waited for her.

*~*~And now, later...~*~*

"That was amazing," Christina breathed, reaching to grab her bra. Kendall nodded in agreement as she kissed his cheek, surely leaving more pink smudges.

"Yeah," he said. He fumbled to find his boxers, which were somewhere on the floor. They were in the backseat of Christina's car, having made out in the car after their night at the club and eventually climbing into the back seat for their rushed exchange.

The night at the club had been good, Kendall had a lot of drinks, since Christina had promised to be the designated driver. At first, he was skeptical at best regarding whether or not she'd stick to it, but she kept her word and only had one or two drinks, as opposed to the seven or eight Kendall'd had. He'd danced with a lot of different girls and the occasional joking guy, probably grinding more in that night than he had at any Minnesota house party. The night had been topped off by having sex in the back seat of Christina's car, not really going for class.

"I think these are your pants," Christina handed him a pair of black skinny jeans.

"And this is definitely not my top," Kendall traded them for her low cut pink tank top.

Once they were all dressed, Kendall found his phone and realized he hadn't even told anyone he was leaving. With any luck, the guys had covered for him when Papi Garcia got home, but now he should really text them.

The screen lit up his face in the dark car, telling him that he'd been out until two in the morning. The other guys would definitely be wondering by now. He was going to have fun explaining this one. Then again, they probably didn't care. James and Logan would most likely give him high fives and then go fuck or whatever, and Carlos had probably gone back to his usual carefree self.

His phone vibrated once it got itself together, flashing that he had a message from James. Then again, from Logan. Another from James. One from Logan. Two more from James. Another from Logan. Finally, the phone stopped vibrating once it told him that he had two more messages from James.

"Well someone's popular," Christina giggled from next to him.

Kendall laughed in agreement, hoping she couldn't tell how worried he was, "Yeah, I guess so," he said, "Man am I tired. We gonna go home?"

"Yeah, you get shotgun, cowboy," Christina winked at him and blew a kiss.

Kendall tried not to groan. She had called him that during sex, hadn't she?

He got into the passenger seat and started checking his messages. He began with the oldest one and went in chronological order from there.

James: what the fuck did you do? (8:04 pm)

Logan: dude what did u say to carlos? (8:05 pm)

James: kendall where r u (9:21 pm)

Logan: did you rly just leave after that? wow kendall (9:30 pm)

James: srsly bro this isnt funny whered you go (10:37 pm)

James: Kendall idk what's up but carlos is super upset (11:18 pm)

Logan: im done waiting up for u. going 2 bed, hope ur here in the morning (12:08 am)

James: logan and carlos are crashing, ill be in our room. im gonna wait up 4 you. (12:15 am)

James: Plz come home. (1:23 am)

Kendall ran a hand through his hair. He must've really upset Carlos. He must've really upset everybody. Still, he couldn't keep himself from staring at that last text from James, reading it over and over again. Maybe he did mean something to the gorgeous hazel-eyed boy after all.

When Christina pulled up in front of the house and they said there good-byes, it was all Kendall could do to keep himself from sprinting into the house as fast as he could.

~*~*So I'm leaving it there because I can*~*~

A/N: Dun dun dun! Kendall's home. How pissed do you think everyone is? How pissed are you guys at me? I'm guessing very. Well, that's all for now. Reviews make me happy.

Oh! And about the Jagan blowjob scene: I didn't really write it out like, a lot, because i figured it should be kind of rushed and awkward. And this IS a Kames story, so I didn't want to make it seem like James and Logan are in love or anything. And if you caught when I said big time, pun was totally intended.