A/N: Hey guys! At the moment I have no power (thanks Hurricane Irene, you're a doll) but luckily I had my laptop all charged. Sadly though, this means that I can't see your flawless reviews at the moment and I won't be able to post this until my power (and internet) comes back on.
Update-ish-thing: At my mother's work rn, in the student lounge where there is (yay!) wifi. So, yeah.
So, I can't believe this is the last chapter already. This story has been my baby this summer and I'm definitely gonna miss this one. If you're looking for me, I'm writing a Kenmille fic (that will also have quite a bit of James in it... Maybe some Jamille? Kames? Jagan? It is a mystery), so that's where you'll find me. Thanks a ton to all of my reviewers and readers, you guys are awesome! Now it's time for the *sniffle* last chapter.
*~*~Wow I even liked this one better than DLS~*~*
Carlos smoothed a hand over his short black hair, ruffling and pulling on the spiked up part at the front. He sighed, leaning back on his bed. He was trying not to be mad at Kendall, but it was hard when he was acting so incredibly stupid. Obviously, what Kendall was going through was crazy and hard, even though the only full story Carlos had gotten had painted him as the bad guy. He knew Logan's view of things was a little distorted, however, by his pain and betrayal. It wasn't that he really blamed Logan, Kendall, or even James, he just thought they were all being a little dickheaded about the whole situation. Carlos had ended up having to be the mature one.
Funny how things worked out.
"Logan!" Carlos greeted when the pale boy walked into the room. Logan's face lit up instantly, the light from the lamp on the nightstand reflecting in his dark brown eyes and his mouth breaking into a wide smile, revealing his shiny white teeth.
"Hey there," Logan said in a flirty voice, pulling off his jacket and dropping it on the floor, something he would never do in just about any other situation, and hopping onto the bed with Carlos. He crawled over to Carlos instantly, climbing on top of the latino and wrapping his arms around Carlos's back, pressing his mouth against the other's. Carlos arched his back and neck up into the kiss instantly, one hand reaching up to hold Logan's face while the other rested on his hip. He smiled as Logan moved his lips, traveling along his jawline to gently kiss Carlos's ear.
"Logan," he giggled, "that tickles!"
"Does it now?" Logan replied with a smirk, reaching his hands down to tickle Carlos's stomach. He got off of Carlos immediately, knowing better than to be that close when Carlos was getting tickled. That boy was like a mixture between a fish on dry land and an epilepsy patient; he kicked and flipped around like crazy.
"Logan!" Carlos erupted in laughter, trying, and failing, to swat Logan's hands away, "Stop it!"
"Never," Logan replied, laughing evilly. Carlos looked at him, blinking away involuntary tears of laughter. As he squirmed around on the bed, he knew he had to talk to Logan about Kendall and James, but at the moment, he couldn't bring himself to stop Logan. He hadn't seen Logan so happy in too long, and besides, he was being victimized. There really wasn't much else he could do other than kick, flail, and laugh.
After a little more tickling, Logan stopped, breathing hard from laughter.
"Was that enough?" Logan asked, "Or should I go for round two?"
"Are you choosing your words like that on purpose?" Carlos asked, sitting up so he was as tall as Logan.
"How did you know?" Logan teased. He batted his eyelashes and leaned in, giving Carlos a peck on the lips. Carlos reached up and grabbed him around the neck, pulling him close. He opened his mouth and worked his ips around Logan's, letting Logan move his toungue into his eagerly awaiting mouth. Logan's hands gripped at the hem of Carlos's shirt in anticipation, before Carlos pulled away.
"Wait, Logan," Carlos said carefully, "not right now. We need to talk."
"Why," Logan whispered. He moved his lips to Carlos's neck, kissing it tenderly. "We can talk later," he mumbled.
"No, Logan," Carlos pushed him away, "Am I the only one of us who that doesn't work on?"
Logan shrugged dejectedly and looked at the ground, avoiding Carlos's eyes.
"What do you wanna talk about?" Logan finally asked. He looked at Carlos with concern, already fearing that he knew what Carlos's reply would be.
"Kendall and James."
Logan's worries had been correct, and he grimaced at Carlos, his eyes cold.
"What about them?" he asked in the most even tone he could manage.
"They're miserable," Carlos said simply, putting a hand gently onto Logan's shoulder.
"So?" Logan replied, "Who cares? They deserve it."
"Everyone cares," Carlos said, "We're a band, we're best friends, we're kind of a package deal. Anyone who gives a damn about us cares about them. Everyone we know cares, and if there's a big break up in Big Time Rush, it's gonna be painfully obvious. Mrs. Knight cares. All of our parents care. Katie cares. Camille cares. Even Jett, Gustavo, and Griffin care. And I care, Logan. And so do you."
"I don't care," Logan grumbled.
"Yes, you do."
"No, I don't."
"Logan-"
"I don't care about them, okay?" Logan said in an offended tone, his voice rising and breaking a little. He was done caring. All caring had ever done was get him hurt.
"Logan, listen to me," Carlos said calmly.
Logan looked at Carlos, tears beggining to form in his eyes. He could get up right them, storm off and not hear a word Carlos had to say. There was nothing saying that Logan had to listen to Carlos, but he stayed right where he was, taking a deep breath and preparing himself to listen anyways. He didn't have James anymore, and he was just barely tolerating Kendall. Carlos was all he had left, and as much as he hated to admit it, he really needed the kindhearted latino boy.
"Good," Carlos said after a pause, not needing any verbal confirmation to know that Logan would stay.
"Logan," he began, "I love you more than anything-"
"You love me?" Logan squeaked, nerves and excitement coming through in his voice.
"Yeah," Carlos said steadily and slowly, trying to hide his nerves. He hadn't even realized what he'd said until the words were already out, and he was really hoping it wouldn't scare Logan away, "I-"
"I love you too," Logan said with a smile, throwing his arms around Carlos's neck. Carlos returned the hug, sighing in relief that at least that part had ended well.
"Now," Carlos continued, "that being said, I know this is killing you," he put up a hand, "Don't try to deny it, I know it's true. And James and Kendall are going insane too. It's painful for me just to watch, so I can't even imagine how awful this is. James is definitely the most upset, because he's convinced everyone hates him and he has only himself to blame," Carlos again put up a hand, shushing Logan, "And no, you don't truly hate James. No matter how bad you want to.
"Anyways," he said, "Neither Kendall or James is going to be happy until they're back together. I know you're pissed at both of them, especially James, but you have me now, so you gotta move on. The thing is, Kendall is never gonna take James back until he has a guilt free conscience. And the key to unlocking that conscience is-"
"Me," Logan finished for him, pointing at himself.
"You really are the smart one," Carlos said with a smile.
"So what do we do?" Logan asked, after pausing to comtemplate this.
Carlos grinned even wider, his eyes squinting with happiness.
"Well, it's actually pretty simple..."
~*~*Here we go*~*~
James was sitting on the couch, his feet propped up on the coffee table. They only had a few more days at the lakehouse, and he was guessing the car ride would be excrutiating. On the way up, they'd laughed loudly, Kendall dangling his comb out the window while James climbed over Logan, complaining, to get it, and Carlos enjoyed making running commentary from the front seat. They'd been happy motherfuckers, the wind and sun filling the car, all four cheering and laughing and ready for their awesome vacation to start.
Funny how things worked out.
James ran a hand through his hair and rubbed one of his tired eyes. He'd barely been sleeping; he'd barely been doing anything. During the day he would sit around, getting ignored by the guys who had once been his best friends, and just sitting there, doing nothing, seemed exhausting. At night he'd toss and turn, the day's exhaustion gone. He was restless and would spend hours staring out the big sliding door in his room, looking out at the lake. That was on a good night. On a bad night he looked at Kendall, always sleeping peacefully in his bed, not giving a damn about James. Everything came rushing back to him at night and he remembered why they ignored him; they had every right to, anyways.
"James?"
He jumped at hearing his name, something unexpected and rare. James turned around abruptly, his face breaking into a smile when he saw Logan.
"You're talking to me," James said, remaining a little bit cautious and reserved. There was always a chance this was some joke to get back at him. Still, he'd rather be mocked than ignored.
"Yeah," Logan began.
"Oh my God, Logan I am so sorry," he jumped up as quickly as he could, rushing over to the smaller boy, "I made so many mistakes, I would take it all back if I could, it just got so out of con-"
"It's okay," Logan put a hand on his shoulder, "I know. I forgive you. Really, I'm better now."
"You're- you are?" James stammered, his face pale and nervous.
"Yes," Logan said with a gentle smile, "No hard feelings." He held his arms open wide for a hug, which James gladly rushed into, breathing a sigh of relief and squeezing Logan tight. He picked Logan up off the ground a little, smiling as he held on.
"I'm so glad you forgive me," James said when he put Logan down, "I won't fuck it up this time, I promise."
"Good," Logan grabbed James by the shoulders and spun him around, as James had done so many times to him.
"Now," he said, "go get your man." He pushed James off in the direction of his and Kendall's bedroom, where they knew Kendall was.
"I'm proud of you," a voice said from behind Logan as soon as James was gone.
"Thanks," Logan smiled when Carlos put his arm around his shoulders. He rested his head on the latino's shoulder, "but you really think it'll work?"
"Kendall felt guilty because they hurt you," Carlos said plainly, "Now that you're better, he doesn't feel obligated to not be with James."
"But what about him?" Logan said, "James hurt Kendall, too. Do you really think he'll just forgive James like that?"
"He's not nearly as worried about himself," Carlos replied confidently, "We all know that James is never gonna make the same mistakes again. And he wants James back. I can tell. He still loves James, and I'm sure deep down he knows that James really does love him."
"You make everything so simple," Logan said with a smile, looking up at Carlos with his head still on Carlos's shoulder.
"It's a gift," Carlos said with a shrug, kissing Logan on the top of his head.
*~*~trollolololol~*~*
Kendall sat on his bed, skinny-jean-covered knees up almost by his face, with his arms hanging loosely around them. The room was dark and gray; Kendall hadn't even noticed when it started raining. The low light that filtered through their sliding doors shone off of the pale skin of his arms, shadows of raindrops giving it a weird consistency. He glanced out the big window-like door, wondering how long it had been raining. How long had he even been in there? The room seemed like it was bright and happy just a second ago, but now it was gray and depressing. The steady rhythm of rain slamming against the roof was the only sound keeping him from absolute silence. It seemed kind of like his life.
Funny how things worked out.
The door swung open suddenly, startling Kendall.
"I know you're gonna pretend I don't exist, so I'm gonna talk fast," James said, all in one breath, "Logan forgave me. We're friends again. He knows I never wanted to hurt anyone," he gulped, "The game's over."
"What are you doing?" Kendall growled, "I don't wanna hear it."
"Too bad," James said. He pressed himself against the door, "You're going to."
"No," Kendall said slowly, getting up from the bed, "I'm not."
"Where you gonna go, Knight?" James called to him, not leaving the door, "It's pouring out. Did you miss the thunder and lightning? You can't go anywhere in this weather!"
"Watch me," Kendall said angrily, pulling the sliding door open and stepping out into the heavy rain. It was hard and cold against his skin, coming down incredibly fast and soaking his t-shirt quickly, but he didn't care.
James bolted from his spot at the door and instantly followed Kendall outside. He ignored the rain that poured onto him and the thunder that cracked in the background, instead choosing to run up to Kendall and firmly grab his arm. He held on tight, his jaw set, as Kendall whipped around to face him, bright green eyes icy and angry. Kendall's feet slid in the mud a little but he held his ground, glaring at James with all the anger and hatred he could muster. James gulped and held his gaze, determined to get Kendall back. If he could tough out the silent treatment, he could take a storm, a pissed and betrayed Kendall, and all the frustration in the world. No problem.
"Get away from me!" Kendall yelled, "All you do is hurt people! That's all you ever do! You hurt everyone around you, you take advantage, and you lie to us!"
"You don't think I know that?" James replied, screaming to be heard over the persistent weather, "Because I do! And I regret it! I regret every single lie, I regret everything I did to Logan, but it's over now! I can't change the past!"
"Logan was crushed! And you made me hurt him too! I lied for you, and I now I can't take it back! You turned me into one of the bad guys!"
"I know," they were both still yelling to drown out the rain, thunder, and heavy winds, "But Logan's better! He's moved on! He forgives me, and he doesn't blame you at all!" James had let go of Kendall's arm, but Kendall wasn't going anywhere. James had his attention now.
"You're just saying that!" Kendall shot back through the heavy rain, "He doesn't actually forgive you!"
"Yes I do!"
Both of their heads whipped around to see Logan and Carlos. They were standing at a window, which Logan had opened up, his head sticking out and calling to them through the rain.
"I forgive you both and I know you never wanted to hurt me!" he yelled through the rain.
"Now for God's sakes," Carlos added, "Just be happy already!"
"Well?" James yelled at Kendall, still straining his voice to be heard, "Will you?"
"How can I know you won't hurt me again?" Kendall replied, equally loud even though they were just a few feet away from eachother.
"I can't guarantee anything, to be honest!" James said, almost laughing. They both jumped as a tree branch fell over by the lake, the waves almost a foot high from the wind.
"But I can say that I love you!" he continued, "And I never want to hurt you ever again! And I'll try really, really hard to think things through and be honest!"
The next thing he knew, Kendall had grabbed him around the neck, pulling him close. He crashed his lips into James's, fingers twisting through and grabbing at his hair, slick with rain. James opened his mouth eagerly and worked it around Kendall's, the kiss rushed and sloppy. Rainwater ran over their faces and onto their lips, which were moving against eachother like crazy. James's hands held onto the wet fabric of Kendall's thin, cotton t-shirt, gripping so tightly that his knuckles turned white as Kendall's toungue shoved its way into his mouth. Their noses rubbed against eachother, teeth clicked together, and their lips and hands were slippery from getting soaked with water. Mud was flecked and smudged across James's face, a result of running to Kendall, and it rubbed off onto Kendall's as their thoroughly-drenched makeout session continued.
"I love you too," Kendall breathed, pressing his lips harshly against James's ear and panting as he spoke.
"Good, since I even got my hair wet for you," James replied huskily, kissing Kendall's jawline.
Kendall pounced on James, tackling him to the muddy ground. James wrapped his muscular arms around Kendall's back and made sure he was dragged down with him. They hit the ground together, mud splashing up around them and completely coating their bodies.
"It's revenge for the drink getting thrown in my face," Kendall said loudly, breathing even more heavily. He wiped some mud off of James's neck and began kissing it.
"Well," James replied, his hands traveling to the bottom of Kendall's mud-caked t-shirt, "I think you should take off your wet clothes." He pulled the shirt off of Kendall and flipped him over, straddling him and running his hands over Kendall, leaving trails of mud on his pale body.
"Wet jeans," Kendall breathed, moving his hands up to undo James's pants, "are never comfortable." He pulled the jeans off, revealing James's long legs, which were not yet covered in mud. That would soon change, he proved, when James lowered his body and pressed it to Kendall's, grabbing his face and kissing it.
"Should we tell them to stop?" Logan asked from his place at the window, gawking at the scene unfolding before them.
"Nah," Carlos waved a hand in their direction, "Our plan worked. Let's go."
Logan giggled and grabbed his hand, pulling Carlos away from the window.
James reached his hands down to Kendall's black skinny jeans, undoing them quickly and pulling them off.
"That goes for you too," James mumbled. He kissed down Kendall's chest, the rain still beating down on his back heavily. Kendall pushed his dirty hands up under James's shirt, roaming them over his abs. He pulled James's shirt off and pushed him back to the ground, the mud and wet grass splattering across his broad, muscular back. James smirked and grabbed Kendall by the hips, pulling him back over to him and kissing his ear. He bit and sucked at the skin behind it, leaving hickey after hickey.
"James," Kendall moaned, "get in me. Now."
James stopped kissing by his hear for a moment, looking into Kendall's bright green eyes, "You really wanna do this outside?"
"We won't be in the middle of nowhere forever," Kendall growled.
"Good point," James replied. He gently ran a hand through the front strands of Kendall's mud-coated hair, pulling off drops of the thick, wet dirt. It was even in his eyebrows, the realization making James smile.
"What's so funny?" Kendall asked, smiling depite himself.
James said nothing, only ran a finger over one of Kendall's eyebrows, and showed him the clump of mud he had gathered.
"You're cute," Kendall told him, rolling his eyes and then leaning down to peck James on the lips.
"You won't think so in a minute," James replied sweetly, licking Kendall's jawline quickly before grabbing his shoulders, flipping him over and hooking his fingers into Kendall's boxers. He pulled them down, revealing the only part of Kendall that was entirely not covered by mud.
James pulled his own boxers down and bent over Kendall, his erection pressing against Kendall's ass, and leaned in to whisper in his ear. The rain was lessening up a little bit, meaning it washed less mud off of their bodies, not that either of them noticed.
"You ready to fuck you as dirty as you are, literally?" James growled. His toungue flitted against Kendall's ear before he decided to run the tip of it all the way up against its side.
"Yesss," Kendall hissed through his teeth, breathing deeply.
James inserted his tip into Kendall's ass, getting a yelp from the other boy. He felt Kendall tighten around him, but luckily, it wasn't the first time they'd done this, and he got used to it quickly. James pushed forward moments later, filling Kendall before slowly pulling most of the way out once again.
"Faster," Kendall breathed, commanding James to pick up the pace. James did so, quickening his thrusts and pushing deeper into the other boy, causing Kendall to buck his hips in approval.
"Kendall," he moaned, "You're so tight!"
"James," Kendall groaned in reply, "Oh, James!"
James kept going, pushing deeper and deeper with each thrust. Eventually, he hit Kendall's prostate, getting even louder moans.
"James!" he screamed, "Yes, there! James, I- I'm gonna-"
"Me too!" James yelled with him, both releasing. James rocked slowly, getting a few more shallow thrusts in before pulling out of Kendall.
"It should rain more often," James panted, giving Kendall some room to sit up and face him.
"Tell me about it," Kendall agreed, "That was amazing."
"Definitely," James agreed, "I never thought I'd have sex in a mud puddle before."
"This whole yard is a mud puddle," Kendall told him.
"And we had sex in it," James replied.
"You know," Kendall said, cocking a thick eyebrow, "I heard it's good to eat a pound of dirt per year."
"Good," James said, "We definitely achieved that, even though I think half of it went up your ass.
Kendall swatted his arm, leaving even more mud than there had been before.
"What are we gonna do about the jizz on the lawn?" Kendall asked, a little bit of redness rising to his cheeks.
"Like the jizz in the bathroom stall, it's yours," James said, putting his hands up.
"And, like the jizz in the bathroom stall, it's your fault."
As soon as Kendall said that, the sky opened up again, and it was pouring as hard as it had been before.
"Let the rain get it," they both shouted together, spitting mud out of their mouths.
"So, what do we do now?" James called through the rain.
Kendall looked at the lake, then at James, then both looked back at the lake. Raindrops bounced off the shiny surface of the water, mixing in as soon as they did.
"Skinny dipping?" Kendall suggested.
James hopped to his feet immediately, sliding a little in the mud and wet grass. He held his hand out to Kendall, who took it and let James pull him to his feet.
"It'll get the mud off!" James screamed, before they both sprinted towards the water, drops of mud and rain spraying up behind them.
~*~*And that's that*~*~
A/N: Wow. Hard to believe it's really over. You know, originally James and Kendall were gonna fight in the rain, kiss, and go back to the house and have sex, but instead... that happened. I blame Hurricane Irene.
Anyways, thank you so so much to all of you, once again:) Now I'm gonna post what I listened to while writing this, and if you don't wanna know, just scroll past.
Lady Gaga- You And I
All Time Low- Actors, Heroes, Return The Favor, Just The Way I'm Not, Poppin' Champagne, Do You Want Me (Dead?), Forget About It
Usher- Lil Freak, Hot Tottie
Neon Trees- Animal (also Samuel Larsen's cover)
Glee Project Cast cover of- Please Don't Leave Me, Mad World, Don't You Want Me, Raise Your Glass, Under Pressure/Ice Ice Baby
Panic! At the Disco- Lying is the Most Fun a Girl Can Have Without Taking Her Clothes Off, The Ballad of Mona Lisa
Daughtry- No Surprise
Kevin Rudolf & Lil Wayne- Let It Rock
Eminem- Seduction, Lose Yourself, When I'm Gone, Love The Way You Lie, Sing For The Moment
Samuel Larsen- Pocket Change, That Was A Lie, I Need You, Go There, Feel Alive
One Republic- Secrets, Stop and Stare, Good Life, Apologize
Snow Patrol- Chasing Cars
Howie Day- Collide
Daniel Powter- Bad Day
Adam Lambert- If I Had You, For Your Entertainment
Taylor Swift- Dear John, Forever and Always, Picture to Burn, White Horse, Last Kiss, Back To December, Fearless, Tell Me Why, Change, The Story Of Us, Haunted
Heffron Drive- Quiet Please, Time Wasting, Stand Forever, Better Get To Movin, Love Letter
Fall Out Boy- This Ain't A Scene It's an Arms Race, Me and You, Thanks For The Memories, Hum Hallelujah, Dance Dance, Sugar We're Going Down, The Take Over The Breaks Over
BTR- Oh Yeah, Halfway There, Stuck, Blow Your Speakers, Til I Forget About You (these are the only BTR songs I can write to, idk why)
There was honestly probably more, but that's all that comes to mind for now, and it's more than enough, lol. I barely even realized it til I wrote this out.
Anyways, this story has been super fun to write, and I'm glad you all liked it:) I'm a little sad it's over, omg. It just went by waay too quickly. And as I said earlier, I'm working on a Kenmille, and I already have some ideas for a new Kames, so it shouldn't be long;)