A/N: Hey! Sorry I couldn't get this up sooner, I haven't been home all weekend XD Anyways, this is just another chapter of just some more of me torturing absolutely everybody. What else is new?

*~*~Time for some fun!~*~*

"Yeah, okay, you guys have fun!" Kendall called over his shoulder as Logan and Carlos left. He had just gotten home, when Carlos said he wanted to do something else fun. Logan had volunteered to go with him, and by the look on his face, the breakup was starting to hit him.

"So," Kendall turned to James, who was on the couch, as the door closed, "how'd it go?"

James shrugged and tilted his head, considering the conversation they'd just had, "Fine," he decided, "I mean, it could've gone better, but I- I think he's gonna be okay."

"So what went wrong?" Kendall asked. He came and sat down next to James, ready for a story.

"Well, its not that it went wrong, but I may have told a teeny tiny lie." He pinched his fingers together to show how minimal it was.

"What did you say?" Kendall asked with a sigh, mentally preparing himself. What to James seemed like a little white lie often had a bigger effect than he thought.

"I-" James gulped, "I told him I was straight."

Kendall's eyes bugged out a little, surprise on his face.

"Let me explain," James put his hands up before Kendall said anything, "This way, I hurt him less. Instead of thinking I just don't like him, he thinks I don't like guys in general."

"Alright," Kendall said, "but now there's no way we can tell Logan and Carlos about, um, about-"

"Us?" James suggested weakly, his voice quiet and unsure.

"That," Kendall pointed at James to confirm that what he'd said was, in fact, a reality. They were an "us" now. It sort of made both their heads spin.

"So I guess we have to hide our, um-" James stopped. He really had no idea what to call what he and Kendall had. Not a relationship, not yet, but it was clearly more than a friendship. He just didn't know.

"Us," Kendall finished for him.

"Yeah," James smiled a little, "Our us."

James leaned forward and brought a hand to the side of Kendall's neck, pulling him in closer. Kendall smiled as James pressed his lips to his own, and he could feel the tenderness and the caution in the kiss. Kendall wrapped one arm around James's back and gripped the bottom of his shirt with the other, holding on tight. James licked at Kendall's lips, which parted eagerly. He moved both of his hands down to Kendall's back and pressed closer to the blonde.

Kendall slipped his own toungue into James's mouth, letting it explore every surface. He brought both hands up and tangled them into James's hair, tugging at the soft brown strands. His hands worked faster and gripped James's hair as James leaned forward and deepened the kiss. He brought his body close on top of Kendall's, pushing forward until Kendall was lying on his back.

"You know," James growled, "I don't let just anybody mess up my hair. His hazel eyes gleamed with an intensity Kendall had never seen before and he brought his face closer and closer to Kendall's, until their lips were almost touching.

"Really," Kendall breathed. James was not breaking his gaze, and both were breathing heavily. After staying suspended like that for a minute, Kendall started to tip his chin up. James let his eyelids flutter closed as he prepared for Kendall's lips to crash back into his.

"Hey!" came a cheery call from the doorway.

James snapped back, sitting up on the edge of the couch far from Kendall. Kendall held his breath and tried to be quiet as he scooched up and sat upright just as Carlos's dad walked into the room.

"Oh hi!" James said with a smile. He was casually smoothing out the back of his hair with his lucky comb, not exactly a rare occurance.

"Hi Mr. Garcia!" Kendall added, "Back from work already?"

"Yeah," he glanced at his watch, "I always get home at this time."

James threw Kendall a quick glare as he walked into the kitchen. There was always something interrupting them; Kendall was gonna have to start being a better actor.

An actor, now that was something James was good at. He was really just an artist, right?

~*~*Now later at night*~*~

Kendall ran a hand through his hair and flipped past a few more channels on the T.V. It was James's turn to go out and spend time with Carlos since he'd started complaining that they hadn't hung out in awhile. It was probably all for the better; when James and Carlos hung out they usually ended up with cows or a giant party or unitards or constant fighing or a failed plan that leaves them face-down on skateboards. Kendall laughed. Maybe it'd make for some good entertainment.

"Hey, K-K-Kendall," Kendall turned around abruptly and saw Logan standing behind he couch.

"Hi," Kendall greeted with a cheery tone. Logan looked extra pale and his eyes were dark and tired. They looked a little red, and Kendall sucked in a breath, "is something wrong?"

Obviously, he already knew the answer before Logan nodded his head and said, "Can we talk? Like, in here?"

Kendall offered a small smile and got up off the couch, following Logan into his room.

"I have a confession," Logan blurted out the second Kendall closed the door behind them.

"Okay," Kendall said calmly. He sat down on Logan's bed and patted the spot next to him, "come sit."

Logan obeyed and sat down next to Kendall in silence, collecting his thoughts for a moment. Kendall knew what was coming, so at least he didn't have to prepare himself for a shock.

"I'm gay," Logan finally whispered, staring only forward and not daring to meet Kendall's eyes.

"Hey, that's cool, buddy," Kendall said gently. He wrapped an arm around Logan's shoulders and patted his back. Should he tell Logan that he was too? Would that be reassuring? Maybe now wasn't the right time to say it.

"No," a tear streamed down Logan's face, "there's more."

"What else?" Kendall asked gently.

"I was w-with James. Like dating him," Logan whispered, "but he- he broke up with me."

"Hey," Kendall said, "it's alright. Everyone gets broken up with. And its not like it was your fault."

Logan shook his head and wiped his eyes, "H-he said he was straight. But I d-don't know if that's true. He was- um, I think he might be lying."

Logan thought of that conversation with James when they first got together. "Kendall," he had whispered. He didn't even like Logan in the first place. How could Logan be so stupid? This was James they were talking about. Pro at tricks and lies, excellent at gimmicks and schemes, all to get some quick sex. James knew how to use people, how to manipulate them with a flash of his shiny white teeth and a flick of his soft brown hair. His bright hazel eyes, framed by long lashes, would make anybody trust them, and you'd be sold in seconds.

"It's okay," Kendall patted Logan when he leaned into his shoulder, suddenly sobbing uncontrollably. Now, now he felt bad for Logan. Of course Logan wasn't really the bad guy. He might've been a genius, but sometimes even a genius's plans had a shattering effect.

"I thought he liked me," Logan whispered, "I liked him, but I was stupid, I had hoped for the best and I-" he was cut off by more sobs, "I got the worst."

"You didn't get the worst," Kendall said sweetly, "You're gonna be fine, you just have to wait and see. It'll be okay."

"But I did something, Kendall," Logan whispered, "I did something bad."

Kendall sucked in a breath, preparing to hear the story of how Logan manipulated James away from him, using his vulnerability in his favor.

Instead, he got a different one.

"I gave him a blow job, Kendall," Logan said quietly, "I- I can't take that back. I did it."

"You what?" Kendall asked, a little too harshly.

"I'm sorry!" Logan cried, "I know I shouldn't have now. But at the time, at the time it seemed r-right. He was really acting like he liked me. I r-r-really thought he liked me. But apparently not. I guess he just wanted a blow job."

"When was this?" Kendall whispered cautiously. He was ready to kill James. If it had been that morning, when James dumped Logan, he was cheating on Kendall. And before that, well, he'd lied.

"Yesterday," Logan whispered, "when you got mad at Carlos, I guess. When we were done, that was when we found Carlos out on the couch, all sad. And um- well, I guess then we kinda split up, because I was comforting Carlos, and James was all worried about you." Logan sniffled, "And then this morning he dumped me." Logan suddenly looked up at Kendall, his brown eyes brimming with tears, "Did he say anything to you when you got home?"

"No," Kendall said instantly, "he was- um, he was asleep. I got in late."

Logan nodded in reply and Kendal shivered a little. James's legacy of lies was slowly rubbing off on him.

"Thanks, Kendall," Logan finally said, "for listening, I mean. And for understanding." He stood up, "I'm gonna go for a walk," Logan turned and headed towards the door.

"But hey," Logan stopped in the doorway and turned to add, "just, beware of James. Just so you know." He offered Kendall a weak smile as was gone.

Kendall just sat there, staring at his hands. He couldn't believe it. He'd thought Logan was the bad guy. Apparently, he was mistaken.

"We just made out. That's all."

James's voice echoed through his head, over and over again. The bastard. He couldn't believe it. He had believed James without a doubt when he'd said it, when really, earlier that very day James had been getting a blow job from Logan. But of course, how would he ever get Kendall to trust him, if he knew the real, ugly, truth? Who was next? Carlos? Was it James's plan just to get a blow job from every guy in the house. Kendall gulped. He'd almost had sex with James, twice in the past 24 hours. He shook his head. He'd been lucky. Kendall could've ended up just like Logan. James would see: eventually, all lies come full circle.

*~*~That's that!~*~*

A/N: He-hey! Who's mad at me now? Just as things started looking up... Oh well. Sorry? Who's mad at James? Who's mad at me? Yeah... I thought so.