A/N: Hey! I wonder what y'all will think of this one:3
*~*~And now...~*~*
"You look nice," Carlos said cheerily as Kendall walked out of the bathroom, "You going out?"
"Yeah," Kendall ran a hand through his hair, "just gonna go have some fun with James."
"What?" Carlos asked him, turning down the volume on the T.V.
"Oh, no no no, not like that," Kendall gushed suddenly, waving his hands, "Normal, straight fun. Totally heterosexual. James just happens to be joining me. That's all."
"Um..." Carlos raised an eyebrow, clearly confused, "okay? I just didn't hear what you said..."
"Oh!" Kendall realized all too late, "Well um, yeah I just... thought I'd clarify, since uh, he was, you know... Logan..."
"I get it," Carlos assured him with a nod. He'd just pretend he understood what Kendall was saying, because to Kendall, it probably made sense. Maybe.
"Yup," Kendall continued awkwardly, trying desperately not to turn red, "I... I hope we get some pussy," he let out a nervous laugh and cracked a very fake smile.
"Dude, you don't have to rub it in!" Carlos joked.
"W-what? Rub what in? There's nothing to rub in! I swear, it's not-"
"I mean the sex," Carlos said carefully. Kendall was making no sense that night.
"Oh, because you haven't-"
"Yeah..."
"Okay."
Kendall was relieved for about a split second when the door to his and James's room opened to reveal James. At first, he was glad someone was there to end the awkward moment, but then, he realized how nervous he was. James looked amazing. His fitted gray dress shirt hugged his chest and he had on dark wash blue jeans that fit well, without being skin tight, unlike some of the jeans James pulled off. He had pushed back his hair with some mousse, a few little strands clumped together and falling into his face.
"Damn, James, you look all spiffy," Carlos said from the couch.
"I'm a man on a mission," James said with a laugh.
"A mission for sex?" Carlos suggested.
"You betcha," James said, pointing at Carlos and cracking a smile. He turned to Kendall, "Ready to go?"
Kendall just nodded, knowing that if he spoke, his voice would probably crack.
"You okay there buddy?" James asked him, nudging his arm. His voice was cocky and confident; player James had clearly come back full strength.
"Yeah," Kendall said as calmly as possible, "let's go."
"You got an i.d?" James asked him, waving his own in the air.
"Nah," Kendall replied, "the bouncer knows me now. He knows I'm in on the blackmail."
"Aahh," James nodded, remembering how Kendall told him the story about Christina sleeping with the bouncer and using it to get into the club. He opened the door for Kendall and they made their way out into the evening air to walk to the club. James gulped. This would be the first time he'd be alone with Kendall, other than when they were sleeping, since his hangover a few days ago.
They walked in silence for a minute, pretending it wasn't awkward. James became acutely aware of everything: when a squirrel ran through the woods, when there was a t.v. on in a passing house, but mostly he noticed everything about Kendall. He noticed when Kendall's breathing was heavier or lighter, when he shuffled his feet a little, or when he took in a breath, like he was going to say something, but never did.
"Hey you two!"
The approach of a crappy old Chevy sedan snapped Kendall and James from their awkward silence. They both looked up, blinking as the bright headlights shone into their eyes, and saw, surprise surprise, Christina and one of the other girls from the house up the street.
"Hey," Kendall said with a smile. He wondered what Christina thought about their relationship. They'd hooked up twice now, and she had helped him bring James home that night. He really hoped she didn't think she was his girlfriend or anything. He could barely even think about girls right now, which was why it still kind of amazed him that he was going out like this tonight.
"Hi," James said tensely. He and Kendall may have been "just friends" but he still didn't like the girl who he'd hooked up with. James was allowed to get a little jealous, right?
"Are you guys headed out to party?" a small, pretty girl who sat next to Christina asked. Maybe it was one of the girls Carlos had almost had a three-way with.
"Yeah, actually," James told her, flashing a charming smile. His hair was still being held perfectly in place by the gel, and it gleamed under the seemingly dull streetlights. Whoever's pants he tried to get into that night, he'd probably succeed.
"We're going downtown, we could give you a ride," she said quickly, then, realizing how eager she sounded, added quietly, "I mean, if you want one."
"Sure!" James said with a grin, "That'd be great."
Kendall smiled and nodded, barely able to meet Christina's eyes. He was a little dissapointed; while he'd been dreading the time alone with James, now he was starting to wish he had it back. Still, he laughed at whatever one of the girls had just said and hopped into the back of the car next to James.
~*~*And a little later...*~*~
"Dude, I need you. Wingman and all that. Right now," Kendall said hurriedly, grabbing James's arm.
"Wha-" James began to say. He turned away from a petite girl he'd been talking to and looked at Kendall in confusion.
"Hey, um, two of those pink fruity martini thingies," Kendall said to the bartender quickly, pushing James aside.
The bartender shrugged and made something, clearly used to these kinds of orders from clueless guys.
"What is going on?" James asked, taking a sip of his beer.
"Girls. Now," Kendall told him. He handed one of the fancy drinks to James and put a few dollars on the bar counter, nodding briskly at the bartender. "She's super hot, and she has a friend."
"So what's wrong with the friend?" James asked as Kendall pulled him across the crowded dance floor.
"Nothing," Kendall shrugged, "look, there she is."
James sucked in a breath and smiled at the girls. They were both tall and thin, with big boobs and long, mascara-clumpy eyelashes. Kendall was right, there was nothing wrong with either girl; in fact, they were both really hot.
"James, this is Chloe," Kendall said courteously, "Chloe, James."
James winked at the girl and handed her her drink. She took it with a flirty smile, flicking some of her long, shiny dark brown hair off of her shoulder.
"Alright, we're gonna go dance," Kendall said to James and Chloe, "see you later!"
"Bye!" James called. He turned to face Chloe, who took his hand with a smile.
"Kendall says you're really sweet," she said, "and I'm so glad you wanna wait too."
"What?" James squeaked.
"Oh, Kendall must not have told you," she said with a smile, "I believe in waiting until marriage too."
"Oh," James said with a cough, "I, um, I see. I'm glad you're with me on this." He tried not to grimace. Damn Kendall. He would get his revenge. It was on. He was a player, and he did not like to lose the game.
"Yeah," she said, "I mean, I never used to, but when I got herpes, I realized it was best if I didn't sleep with anyone again until I found the right guy and got married."
"Oh," James said in an awkard, high-pitched, squeaky voice, "here, if you'll just give me a second, I'm gonna go get another drink. This one doesn't taste good anymore."
He turned and tapped a guy on the shoulder.
"Hey," he said, "have you met Herpes?"
"Chloe, silly," the girl laughed, "not Heather."
The guy, on the other hand, had heard James say "herpes." His eyes widened and James just raised his eyebrows and met the guy's eyes, giving him a tight nod, as a warning.
"Sorry, bro," he whispered as he dissappeared into the crowd.
He quickly spotted a girl by the bar, with messy dark brown hair and red, puffy eyes, like she'd been crying. A perfect girl to accomplish his plan.
"Hey," he said gently, sliding up next to her, "what's wrong?"
"Oh," she wiped her eyes and sniffled, flushing red as James gave her an understanding smile, "I just, I got dumped. It's fine, really."
"You know," James said to her, "I think I can make you feel a little better."
"No way," she put up a hand, "I am not a rebound sex kinda girl."
"No no no," James said with a little chuckle. He put a hand lightly on her arm, "I need a little help getting revenge on a bad guy. Sound relatable?"
The girl just nodded, looking up to meet James's eyes.
"Alright," James began, "you see the blonde guy over there, on the dance floor? He's grinding with another blonde," he pointed over towards Kendall. He was whispering something into the girl's ear, making her giggle and probably making her spine tingle. Damn, James had taught him well.
"Eyebrows," James clarified as the girl looked around, trying to recognize the guy James was describing.
"Oh, yeah, I see him," the girl told him.
"Great. Okay, he is not a good guy. He's 21, and he totally played my little sister Jamie, who's only 15."
"Oh my god," the girl gasped, "that jerk."
"It gets worse," James said solemly, "he got in her pants. And he gave her gonnorhea."
"No," she said, "that's awful."
James nodded and bit his lip, pretending to hold back tears. The girl touched his arm lightly, putting one hand on her chest.
"He said he loved her," James finally said, his voice raising and cracking with 'sadness.' "But do you think he really did?"
"No," the girl whispered sadly. She shook her head.
James wiped an imaginary tear away from his eye with his thumb, "Oh man, look at me," he said, "I'm just so pissed at that douchebag. But still, there is something you can do to help keep him from doing it to another girl, at least for tonight."
"Anything," she said quickly.
"Great," James nodded at her. Then, he turned to the bartender and handed him some money, "Give me something kind of sour, with extra vodka," James told him.
The bartender nodded and started mixing the drink.
"Now," James put an arm around the girl's shoulders, "all I need you to do is toss this drink in his face and say something like 'This is for giving Jamie gonnorhea.' He'll deny everything at first, but you just tell him to go meet her big brother over by the bathrooms, okay?"
The girl nodded and even smiled as the bartender gave the drink to James, who handed it to the girl.
"Thanks for doing this," he smiled at her and kissed her on the cheek, "you're a life saver."
"No problem," the girl said with a smile. She walked off and dissappeared into the crowd.
*~*~Now over to Kendall~*~*
"Here, I'll go refill your drink," Kendall said with a smile. He pulled away from the girl as the song ended, turning to go over to the bar. Just as he turned around, he felt a cold splash in his face.
Whatever had been thrown in his face hurt like hell. That shit stung. It was freezing cold but it was burning his eyes, and he could smell the heavy alcohol in it. A few ice cubes had hit his face too, hitting his face hard.
"That's for giving Jamie gonnorhea!" a girl yelled at him, catching the attention of everyone around him who wasn't already looking. Gasps erupted from the small gathered crowd, and Kendall blinked and tried to wipe away the harsh drink from his eyes, squinting to see a small girl holding an empty glass.
"What the fuck?" Kendall hissed.
"You know what I'm talking about," she said angrily, "Jamie's older brother wants to meet you by the bathrooms." She stalked off without another word, a handful of amazed guys following her, while the others all just looked at him.
Jamie's older brother. Of course. He knew exactly what was going on. He turned to look at the girl who he'd been dancing with. Her eyes were narrowed angrily, arms crossed, glaring at him. Kendall just shrugged and ducked off to go find James. Navigating through the crowd was tough when you could barely see through vodka-filled eyes, all of the lights blurred. It didn't help that people were staring at him, but most just rolled their eyes and carried on as soon as he was gone. Finally, he made his way to the bathrooms, where he found James, arms crossed and leaning against the wall, a smug grin on his face.
"Well well well," James said as Kendall walked up to him. The drink was dripping from his bangs, which were stringy and clumped together from the cold liquid.
"Fuck. You," Kendall said flatly.
James just winked and ran a finger down Kendall's cheek, then put it in his mouth and sucked on it for a second, pulling it out with a pop.
"Mmm, lime," James observed, "that bartender chose well."
Kendall licked his lips, thinking a second too late that James running his finger down Kendall's face and licking it should NOT be that arousing.
"Something wrong, Kendall?" James said in an innocent and mocking tone, "You look uncomfortable."
"Well, I just got a drink thrown in my face!" Kendall said, "That was uncomfortable."
"Well you tried to set me up with a girl who had herpes!" James shot back, "Herpes Kendall. I do not want cold sores on my dick!"
Kendall smirked and looked at James through his still wet bangs, which were longer from the moisture and had fallen into his eyes.
"I guess I thought it was time for the player to lose the game," he said quietly, smiling.
"Clearly, you failed," James said, flicking at the hair in front of Kendall's face and causing Kendall to scrunch his eyes closed momentarily.
"Who says I failed?" Kendall mumbled, his eyes searching James's. The blinking lights of the dance floor were reflecting off of James's smooth face, making it shine red, blue, purple, and green. Kendall watched as James's face broke into a barely noticeable smile.
James's hand went around to the back of Kendall's neck, and before Kendall could say or do anything, he leaned in and kissed Kendall, taking his bottom lip in his teeth and pulling at it a little. Kendall smiled and kissed back, licking along James's upper lip, which opened ever so slightly. Kendall slipped the tip of his toungue in and James took the oppurtunity to push his toungue into Kendall's mouth forcefully. He pushed Kendall back a little, lunging forward into the kiss.
"I do, because I still won the game," James said, pulling away suddenly.
"And since when does this mean I lost?" Kendall asked, cocking an eyebrow at James.
"I never said you have to lose," James said. He leaned in and captured Kendall's lips again, keeping his lips lightly on top of the other boy's but moving against them.
"I just have to win," James breathed into the kiss. He pushed Kendall up against the wall, the shadow of James's head falling partially across Kendall's face. One eye had the dim lights of the club dancing in it, the other dark and in the shadows. The light filtered through the small drops on the end of Kendall's hair, changing colors to the beat of the music.
"Maybe I want you to win," Kendall replied, opening his mouth as James kissed him. Their toungues battled for dominance, the kiss slow and particular.
"Good," James said, "because I did."
He wrapped his arms around Kendall's back and pushed him towards the very conveniently located bathrooms. Kendall was forced up against the door, his back pressed to the wood. James kissed Kendall quickly and fumbled for the handle to the door, finding it just in time to open the door and push Kendall into the bathroom. He turned the lock on the handle with a click, causing Kendall to grin devilishly.
"You taste almost as yummy as you look," James said, pressing his lips against Kendall's again. He moved to lick at Kendall's face, trailing his toungue down to Kendall's jawline.
"Yummy?" Kendall remarked, "How very straight."
"Kendall," James said frankly, pulling away from the blonde momentarily, "Look at us. You call this straight?"
"Just get back here," Kendall said, rolling his eyes. He put his arms around James's neck and pulled him close, kissing him roughly.
"Mmm, okay," James mumbled. His fingers travelled under the hem of Kendall's shirt, tracing over the smooth skin under it.
"James," Kendall said with a smile. His skin tingled at James's touch, just above the top of his jeans.
"Yes?" James replied, hooking his fingers into Kendall's belt loops and bringing his hips close to him until they were almost touching his.
"You gonna close that gap?" Kendall growled into James's ear.
"Make me," James replied. He brushed his lips over Kendall's teasingly, running a hand down Kendall's side and gripping the bottom of his shirt.
"I can do that," Kendall replied. One hand slid down James's back and into his back pocket. He pushed forward, forcing James close to him.
James smirked and looked at Kendall for a moment, before crashing his lips into the other boy's. He left one of his hands on Kendall's hip, while the other reached up and grabbed his hair. Kendall smiled and worked his mouth against James's, their toungues wrestling violently. His hands flew up to James' chest and unbuttoned his shirt, working as quickly and he could. He was about to pull the shirt off of James's shoulders when he was shoved into a stall.
"Just in case," James mumbled. He kicked the door closed with one foot, not bothering to lock it; it was sticky enough and the door to the bathroom was locked.
"Fair enough," Kendall replied. He put one hand on the side of James's face, his thumb pressed against the smooth and cleanshaven skin. James pressed him up against the wall. His upper back was against the wall and his hips were farther out, pressed to James's. James put one of his legs in between Kendall's, forcing them open, and ran a hand down Kendall's torso til he reached the top of his jeans. He grinned devilishly as his eyes met Kendall's, and he undid Kendall's black skinny jeans, pulling them down. Kendall kicked off his shoes and the jeans, returning to kiss James.
"Your turn," Kendall whispered back. He slid his hands under the waistband of James's jeans and boxers, his nails digging into the skin teasingly. He then pulled them out, giving James a moment to kick off his own shoes. Kendall's fingers flew to undo James's jeans, trying not to get too distracted by James biting and sucking at the skin on his neck.
"You should probably turn around," James breathed. He pressed his mouth to Kendall's ear, kissing it gently as he spoke, "Or I'll have to make you."
"I guess you'll have to make me," Kendall replied. He moved his mouth down to James's jawline, trailing his kisses down his chest and abs. His hand went to James's boxers and he palmed him slowly through the thin fabric, getting a moan from James.
"Two can play at that game, Knight," James replied, trailing a finger from Kendall's chest down to his boxers. He hooked his finger under the waistband and pulled Kendall's boxers down. Kendall shivered and kept kissing James's neck, not moving his hand from James's dick. James, in turn, pushed Kendall back, making his hand move from where it was and the kisses stop. Kendall gave him a confused look as his back, still wearing a t-shirt, hit the cold, hard metal, but the confusion was turned to pleasure seconds later when James put a hand around Kendall's neck and kissed him. He reached down and pumped Kendall's dick.
"J-Jaaames," Kendall moaned. He put a hand on James's waist, sliding it under James's shirt and around to his back. His hands roamed over James's muscular back as James pumped him, a smile playing across his lips.
"You ready to turn over now?" James prompted, kissing Kendall's jawline. Kendall nodded and pulled his hands out from under James's shirt, turning around to face the wall of the tiny bathroom stall.
"Excellent," James said. He kissed Kendall's neck from behind and pulled his own shorts down, pressing his erection against Kendall's ass. One hand was pressed to the wall by Kendall's head, while the other reached around to Kendall's chest, rubbing at it against the fabric. He bit gently at Kendall's earlobe, tugging lightly at the skin as he ground up against Kendall.
"James, now," Kendall hissed. He reached up and gripped James's arm, tensing himself.
James smiled and slid himself in. Kendall breathed in sharply, wincing at the feeling of James's dick inside of him.
"You okay?" James asked quietly, itching to push farther. Still, he knew he had to make sure Kendall was alright.
"Yeah," Kendall replied. He took deep breath, gripping James arm tighter, the veins in his arms popping out. The thin sheen of sweat on James's arm and his palm made it hard to hold on, but he did. "You can move," he said quietly.
James obeyed and thrusted forward, feeling Kendall try to relax a little. His body pressed up against Kendall's and he made sure to keep his feet steady on the ground as he thrusted.
"Ugh, Kendall, you're so tight," he moaned and he pushed forward.
"Yes, more, James, more," Kendall breathed. He bucked his hips up into James, the pain completely replaced with pleasure, "Harder, like that, James. Just like that."
"Ahh," James moaned. His thrusts pushed Kendall closer to the wall, driving his hips forward before they pushed back against James again.
"James, right there!" Kendall screamed as James got deep enough to hit his prostate. James obeyed and forced himself faster and deeper, breathing heavily as he did so.
"I'm gonna come!" James screamed. Kendall moaned loudly as they both released, James's thrusts slowing a little. He ground into Kendall a little, kissing his neck gently before pulling out.
"Wow," Kendall said. He turned around to face James, who immediately pulled him close and kissed him harshly, their teeth clicking.
"I love you," James whispered, barely audible through the kiss, "and I meant it when I said it the other night."
Kendall gasped and pulled back from James, his eyes searching the taller boy's.
"Y-y-you mean you remember that?" Kendall questioned.
James bit his lip and nodded, "I also meant what I said about Christina," he put a hand on the side of Kendall's face and kissed him again, "I don't think you should run around with her anymore."
"I won't," Kendall whispered into the kiss, a smile playing across his lips, "I love you too."
"There it is," James smiled and swiped his boxers off the floor, pulling them on. His eyes grazed over Kendall's body as Kendall reached for his own and his jeans.
James reached to button his shirt, then stopped.
"You know," he said, "I think I'll leave this open. I noticed you liked that the other day, in the bathroom."
Kendall's head snapped up and his eyes widened. His cheeks flushed red and he stood up straighter as he pulled on his jeans.
"W-w-what?" Kendall managed to stammer out.
"What?" James said, "Just because I was hungover doesn't mean I didn't notice when you got it up. Because I did."
"Fuck you," Kendall said with a smile, rolling his eyes.
"You already did," James grinned, putting an arm around Kendall's shoulders as they walked out of the stall, both dressed.
"Speaking of which," Kendall said, "What do we do about the jizz on the wall?"
"Hey," James put his hand up in a 'not guilty' manner, "It's not my problem. Mine's in your ass."
"Dude," Kendall elbowed James away from him. "Besides," he added, "it may not be your problem, but it is your fault."
"Good point," James replied, "but still, we'll just let the janitors get it," he kissed Kendall's forehead, "I think it'll make them laugh."
"Okay," Kendall rolled his eyes, "those janitors must have a weird sense of humor."
"Oh, they do," James assured him, "As I've learned, everyone has their own inner freak."
They crept out of the small bathroom, glancing around. No one seemed to notice the two guys with sex hair and wrinkled clothes sneak out of the men's bathroom. James grabbed Kendall's hand and dragged him out the back door as quickly as he could, nodding to a few people smoking just outside the club.
"Alright, Mr. Know-It-All," Kendall began. He stopped under a streetlight, his hand still in James's. He admired how the dim yellow light shone off James's hair, which was ruffled and frizzy for once. Kendall found himself forgetting his words, getting caught up in James's shiny hazel eyes and in the way his hand gripped Kendall's.
"Yes?" James prompted, "Unless there's another Mr. Know-It-All around," he took Kendall's other hand and smiled, "I believe you were talking to me."
"Right," Kendall shook his head, "I checked my phone, and it's only ten pm. How are we gonna explain to the other guys why we're home so early?"
"Easy," James leaned forward and pecked Kendall on the lips, "we tell them we got laid early. It's true, and it's the only reasonable explanation for all the hickeys you have. Plus, I think it's gonna take awhile to walk back. Your ass is gonna hurt like a bitch pretty soon."
As if James had cursed him, Kendall noticed the pain that shot through his lower body.
"You've got a point," he said, "and you have some hickeys too."
James laughed and released one of Kendall's hands, pulling him out from under the light and down the road. They walked slowly through the night, in no hurry to get back home to reality.
*~*~Well that was fun~*~*
A/N: Omg, this is a first, but I think you guys probably actually LIKE me after this chapter! YES! And if you don't, then maybe I should just quit, because I have no idea how to please you. Anyways, if you like it when James and Kendall fuck in a bathroom stall, then review. Hell, if you don't, you should still review. Please?
Oh, and I think I have figured this thing out a little more, and there'll be like 2 or 3 more chapters. So no, this isn't the end.