A/N: Hi guys! I had my week away, but I'm back now:) Back with a new chapter for yas, might I add. So I mean, if you're wondering what happens next, even though you all seemed pretty pleased with that ending, I suppose you can read this now...

*~*~Am I trolling you enough yet?~*~*

James was curled up on the couch, taking a much-needed nap. He hadn't managed to get a wink of sleep the previous night, not with the conscience he had. It was all too much. He'd really, really wanted to tell the truth, to do the right thing, but he just couldn't. The words were in his head, but they refused to form sentences and come out of his mouth as the truth. In the end, he'd lied through his teeth, as was his way. Good actor, and all that.

~*~*Quick flashback to the night before, shall we?*~*~

James stepped carefully into the small, intimate room he was sharing with Kendall. He watched as Kendall turned to face him, looking up with a huge grin at seeing James, shirtless and dripping water from the shower he'd taken after his run. A droplet of water ran down James's chest as Kendall kissed him gently and wordlessly pulled him into his arms. It stained Kendall's shirt in a small spot, and James let his face fold into the crook of Kendall's neck, his eyelashes fluttering closed while the blonde ran his hands gently over his broad, muscular back. James took a deep breath, pulling away and looking into Kendall's bright green eyes.

"Thanks for doing that," Kendall said gently, a small smile playing across his lips, "I know it was hard.

James nodded tightly. All he wanted was to tell Kendall everything, how he had lied his way through the past week and a half just to get there, in Kendall's arms, and how he had just done it again. He just wanted Kendall to know he was sorry for what he'd done, sorry for hurting everyone around him. He could tell Kendall that he'd lied to Logan, even though it was just to protect his feelings, but he didn't.

"He seemed alright. Still, I don't think he'd really like seeing any like, PDA between us. You know how it is," James said quietly, avoiding Kendall's gaze and instead drawing his eyes down to examine Kendall's chest, the soft fabric at the hem already clenched in his fingers.

"I get it," Kendall replied gently, then, moving his mouth to James's ear, added, "But that doesn't mean we can't have a little fun in here." He pushed James back onto the bed, climbing on top of him playfully. James smiled, letting himself focus on the way Kendall's mouth felt as he kissed down his bare chest, his hands running down to James's towel, which was quickly done away with as Kendall's mouth got lower and lower.

*~*~leaving the rest to your imaginations like a boss, back to the present~*~*

James was awoken with a start by a pair of lips pressing to his face. He smiled a little as they trailed from his ear down his scruff-covered jawline until they reached his lips. He instantly kissed back when they got there, knowing the lips instantly, not that there was any doubt before. James's hands flew to their owner's hips as he climbed on top of James, straddling him and holding his body inches above James's.

"Good morning," Kendall said sweetly as he pulled his mouth from James's, letting James's eyes blink open.

"What time is it?" James replied, rubbing his eyes as they adjusted to the light.

"It's the time when everyone's out of the house," Kendall replied. His arms wrapped around James, pulling his shoulders up towards him a little bit. James moaned as Kendall's lips made their way down to his neck, sucking at the soft skin carefully. He ran his hands down Kendall's back, which was still held above his lying body. James let one of his hands tightly grip Kendall's belt, forcing Kendall with him as he sat up.

"I think I like this time," James said. He kissed Kendall's forehead as Kendall pulled his legs around behind James's back, so he sat up and straddled the other boy. James rolled his hips up, Kendall quickly picking himself up to match James's beat. They ground together slowly, rocking steadily as James peeled Kendall's t-shirt off.

"Kendall," he breathed into the other boy's ear. Shivers ran down Kendall's spine when James's toungue hit his ear, and he gripped James's back and hair. "Your dick is rubbing against my abs."

"Your abs are rubbing against my dick," Kendall replied, slowly pushing his lower body closer against James and rocking side to side, creating all the extra friction he could. His nails raked against James's back as he pulled his wifebeater up, making a little space between his body and James's so he could take it off. He rushed to pull it off, absentmindedly licking his lips as James stretched his arms over his head, muscles flexing.

"I wish you would lick my lips like that," James whispered huskily, putting his face close to Kendall's. Their noses were pressed together and James's shiny hazel eyes darted up to meet Kendall's green ones, daring him. "You know you want to," he added, his hot breath brushing over Kendall's lips.

Kendall's toungue ran lightly over James's lips, which parted eagerly. Before he could kiss the tan boy, James pressed his own lips, open-mouthed, against Kendall's. He circled Kendall's toungue with his own before biting it a little, pulling it deeper into his mouth. Kendall pressed it against every surface in James's mouth, holding one side of James's face in his hand as their hips continued to rock to their agreed beat.

Wordlessly, James's fingers flew to Kendall's belt buckle. He found it without looking, his eyes still closed and his lips still occupied with Kendall's toungue. James pulled the belt off and hooked it around Kendall's neck. Kendall gripped James's back, his knuckles white as his fingertips pressed against James's skin. The belt burned a little as James pulled it and rubbed it back and forth, and he used it to pull Kendall back down to a lying position so his body was on top of James's.

The belt stayed there, straining and pulling against Kendall's neck, and James's head lunged upwards, his toungue plunging into Kendall's mouth. Kendall cupped James's neck with one hand, the other on his abs. He moved up and down, rubbing his erection against James's, their legs quickly becoming a tangle.

"What the fuck is this?"

Kendall and James stopped kissing immediately at hearing the voice, snapping their heads up to see what was happening. James's eyes widened and he gulped when he saw Logan standing by the doorway. His grip on the belt around Kendall's neck loosened and then let go, the belt sliding to the ground and landing with a clink in the awkward silence. Kendall pulled himself away from James and sat down on the edge of the couch, giving James space to sit up. Confusion was written across his face. Yes, Logan was upset, but he knew about the relationship between Kendall and James... Didn't he?

"Logan-" James began. He stood up from the couch and took a step towards the smaller boy.

In that moment, Carlos appeared behind Logan in the doorway. Wide-eyed, he took in the scene before him: James and Kendall's shirtless forms, their messed up hair, the discarded belt, throw pillows fallen to the ground. It all clicked. Their weird behavior and tempers were results of feelings between them. They were feelings Logan was obviously not told about.

"Don't," Logan said, putting his hand up. His eyes were dark and ice cold, his mouth set in a tight line. "I can clearly see that you're not as straight as you said you were."

"Wait-" James tried again, but it was too late. Logan stormed off towards his room. Carlos, looking panicked and shocked, ran after Logan and followed him down the small hallway.

"As straight as you said you were?" Kendall growled from the couch.

James whipped around to face Kendall, whose green eyes looked angry and hurt.

"I'm sorry," he blurted out, "I was gonna tell him, but I-"

"Stop," Kendall stood up, "You lied again. You always lie. That's all you ever do. You lie through your shiny white teeth to get some action, you use your pretty hazel eyes to get people's trust. I can't believe I fell for it again." He pushed past James, headed towards a nearby bathroom.

"Kendall, listen to me!" James called after him, following Kendall. Kendall just slammed the door in James's face and locked it immediately.

Kendall leaned with his back against the door, taking a deep breath. He tried not to listen to James calling to him, asking him to listen or let him explain. He was done with that. He didn't want to hear it, even if partially because he knew he'd end up believing it.

Suddenly, he looked around the small room. Gulping, he realized a bathroom was not exactly the best place to go when he was trying to forget about James. He closed his eyes, remembering how it felt to be shoved up against the wall and kissed senseless by the guy who was now pounding on the door, screaming for Kendall, and, by the sound of it, crying. All he wanted to do was pull the door open and run out and kiss him; even these few minutes of fighting with James were killing him. Still, he knew he couldn't. He was stupid and weak for James, and now he had to stand up for himself. And for Logan. He had to stand up for Logan.

He ran over to the shower, stripping off the rest of his clothes and turning the heat of the water all the way up. The scalding drops burned against his skin as he stood under the running water. He tried to focus on the sound of the shower, and not James's cries for Kendall.

The thing was, Kendall wasn't even really mad about that specific lie this time. In fact, he could almost understand why James would lie like that. The reason Kendall was mad was just the fact that James had lied, and not just to Logan, but to him. He had really hoped that James trusted him the way he trusted James, but evidently James did not. If James still felt like he had to lie to Kendall, how was Kendall supposed to believe a single word out of his mouth?

Kendall covered his face with his hands, tears flowing from his eyes but quickly being washed away by the burning hot water. He was hoping that maybe he could also wash away that insane week and a half in the shower, make it all go back to when James was his best friend and nothing more. He didn't know how long he was in the shower for, but by the time he got out his body was flushed bright red from the heat, his hands and feet wrinkly and the room so full of steam he could barely see straight. Most amazingly, though, James had stopped yelling for him. He'd probably given up.

~*~*Back to more James's POV-ish thing*~*~

James jumped to his feet the second the bathroom door opened. He'd been slouched against the door, knowing Kendall would, eventually, have to come out. A thick cloud of steam revealed Kendall, shirtless because his tee was still by the couch, hair stringy and darkened by the water.

"K-Kendall," he began to say, "I am so, so sorry, if you'll just hear me-"

For a moment, Kendall had looked like he was going to listen and maybe even forgive James. A second later, however, his green eyes burned with sadness and anger, his teeth gritting tightly. The next thing James knew, Kendall was raising his fist and punching him. His fist connected with James's eye with all the anger and angst he'd felt since getting to that godforsaken lakehouse, and James fell to the ground.

The last thing James remembered before blacking out was Kendall stepping over his body, leaving without a word.

*~*~Well shit~*~*

A/N: You got your chapter. I never said you would like it. Now I'm gonna go hide in a cave where NONE OF YOU CAN FIND ME.