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James was sore and confused and scared and he didn't like this, not one bit. He felt like all of his dignity had been stripped from him—which had most likely happened when Gustavo stripped him of his clothes—as he limped back to the apartment. He didn't even know how he was going to tell Kendall about what happened, or if he even needed to. His appearance might be able to say all that he couldn't.
Too soon he reached his apartment door, and he honestly debated going in and facing Kendall or just be a coward and sleep in the hallway. But then he remembered Kendall talking about how he would call the cops if James wasn't back in forty-five minutes. Kendall would probably be mad at him if he reported to the police that his boyfriend was missing only to find him sleeping right outside their apartment door.
Besides, James wasn't the type of person to avoid confrontation. If there was one thing he learned from being friends or boyfriends or whatever with Kendall was that he needed to face some situations head-on. And unfortunately, this situation was one of them.
He opened the door quietly, as it was late and he didn't want Mrs. Knight to wake up and be on his ass about breaking curfew. There was also the possibility that Kendall was passed out on the couch, because as James had also learned, there was not one place where Kendall couldn't fall asleep.
Though when he entered the apartment, he knew that Kendall wasn't asleep judging by the soft singing that was coming from the couch. Kendall hadn't seemed to notice that James had returned because he didn't even look up at the sound of the door shutting.
"Excuse me while I turn up the volume, I lost sight of your eyes as someone walked by in the ballroom. Don't worry girl, I know just what you need—"
James took a moment to compose himself before cutting Kendall off. "I hope that doesn't mean you're cheating on me," James said, adding a laugh onto the end to make it so Kendall knew he was joking. To him the sound came out wrong, making it sound like he was dying rather than laughing. But Kendall didn't seem to notice as he looked up and smiled at his boyfriend's appearance.
"Of course not," Kendall replied, pushing himself up and crossing the room to James within a few seconds. "It's just a song."
James nodded, trying to put on a smile. "Right," He said.
Kendall only smiled wider. He put his hand on James' forearm and didn't seem to notice the way his boyfriend flinched at the contact. But he did notice when he tilted his head up for a kiss and James turned his head.
"What's wrong?" Kendall asked, the smile on his face fading. James had never denied him a kiss, ever. Either the world had come to an end or James thought he was disgusting. Kendall liked the first option better.
"Nothing," James said, trying his best to smile.
But Kendall gave him a, "don't pull that bullshit on me," kind of look and James sighed.
"Fine," He said, pulling away from Kendall and crossing his arms. "Everything is wrong."
James tried not to notice how Kendall immediately tensed at his words, how his boyfriend automatically went into over-protective mode at the simple prospect of something being bad in James' life. "What is it?" Kendall asked, his voice eerily calm.
"Uh," James began, trying to clear his throat. It was suddenly incredibly difficult to make any sort of noise. "Gustavo. Well, he sort of—kinda—maybe—definitely—100,000,000%-"
"Gustavo sort of kinda maybe definitely 100,000,000% did what?" Kendall interrupted, fists clenching at his sides.
James winced at this. He knew Kendall's reaction wasn't going to be good. "Herapedme," James said in a rush, hoping that Kendall didn't hear him and that they could forget this whole thing and go about in their merry way.
"He did what?" Kendall asked, and James wasn't sure if Kendall was asking him again because he didn't hear James the first time or because he couldn't believe what James said and needed to hear it again to make sure.
Either way, James repeated himself for reasons unknown to himself.
"He raped me," James said again, slower this time but also quieter. As he saw Kendall's eyes widen and anger cross his features, he tried to explain himself. "I didn't want it!" He defended. "Though I guess that's why they call it rape, because if I gave my consent it would be sex. But I tried to get him off me, I really did, I used my mangerine spray and everything. But then it ran out, and Gustavo still shove his—well, you know how rape works. And now I'm covered in mangerine spray and my butt hurts and I'm sosososo sorry!"
Kendall took a step forward, and James couldn't quite place the expression on his boyfriend's face. He looked angry but at the same time he looked sad. It was weird. James decided to call it sangry. He should submit such a word to whoever the hell writes the dictionaries.
"James, it's not your fault," Kendall said, placing a hand on James' arm. "But I am going to find Gustavo, wherever the hell he is, and beat the flippin' shit out of him for even thinking about touching you."
Kendall began to stalk towards the door but James grabbed onto his arm. "Are you crazy?" He demanded. "It's like, midnight! And like—I don't know. Can't this wait until morning?"
"No it can't wait until morning!" Kendall nearly screamed, and James had to shush him, reminding him that there were sleeping residents in the apartment. "You just got freaking raped and I'm not going to be able to sleep until Gustavo is dead."
James sighed. "That's a little extreme, don't ya think?"
Kendall nodded. "Yeah, it is. But the fat bastard deserves it." And without another word, he gently pried his arm out of James' grip and continued his epic journey towards the entryway of their apartment.
"Kendall?"
James' voice made Kendall stop in his tracks, and the boy with large eyebrows turned around to face his boyfriend slowly. The speed of his turn was merely for dramatic effect and it definitely proved to be…dramatic.
"Yeah, James?"
James looked down at his feet for a moment before he magically found confidence and looked back up. "When we…" He coughed and tried again. "When we have…sex…do you think. Do you think maybe I could be the pitcher? Because like. When Gustavo raped me and junk, I realized that I didn't like having things stuck up my butt. And I thought that maybe you would be nice enough to be the catcher."
Kendall smirked at the blush on James' face. "James, that's fine with me," He told his boyfriend who, in turn, sighed in relief. He was glad that Kendall saw it his way. "Now if you'll excuse me," Kendall continued. "I have some fat ass to kick."
Without another word, Kendall left apartment 2J and officially began his adventure.
It had taken him a while, but Kendall finally arrived at Rocque Records and was now angrily storming down the hallway, ready to get into his bad boy persona and beat Gustavo to a pulp.
As he approached Gustavo's office, he wondered if his punches and kicks would even hurt his evil and fat boss. He was so fat that he might not even feel it. Or maybe Kendall's fist or foot would get stuck in his rolls. That would be really disgusting.
Shaking his head to clear the bad thoughts, Kendall burst through Gustavo's open office door, coming to a stop right in front of the fat man in question. He crossed his arms and cleared his throat because apparently Gustavo was horrible at sensing when people entered the room.
"Kendall!" The large man said, a smile gracing his features. Kendall didn't fail to notice the way Gustavo's eyes kept flickering between his face and his crotch. He wish Gustavo was wearing sunglasses like he always was so that he didn't have to see such a site.
Kendall cut right to the point.
"Are you really going to sit there being all fat and smile at my crotch when you just freaking raped my boyfriend?" He demanded, putting emphasis on several of the words. He felt as though it made things more dramatic and he felt more badass for doing so.
And then he wanted to punch Gustavo for looking confused.
"I don't know what you mean, dog," He said hastily, and again, Kendall could tell he was lying.
The blonde boy rolled his eyes. "Oh quit the crap. We both know that you raped James. You look like one giant mangerine right now."
Gustavo's eyes narrowed. "Is that a fat joke?"
Kendall gave him a wtf look. "No shit it is!" He nearly exclaimed. "You're fat, Gustavo. Deal with it. You should also deal with the fact that I'm going to kick your goddamn ass for what you did!"
Gustavo smiled, and Kendall decided that Gustavo should never smile. It was gross.
But what happened after was the most gross thing to ever happen. Ever.
…
Kendall stumbled into the apartment around one in the morning, not-so-subtly clutching his ass and limping the entire way.
James shot up from the couch the minute his boyfriend entered the apartment. "What happened?" He demanded quietly. "Did you kick his ass? Please tell me you kicked his ass."
Much to James' disappointment, Kendall shook his head. "No," His boyfriend told him. "But what happened involved an ass. My ass, not his."
James' eyes widened as he realized what Kendall was implying. "He raped you?"
Kendall nodded and this time it was James who wanted to beat the shit out of Gustavo.
"What are we supposed to do?" James asked quietly, limping over to where Kendall stood.
Kendall shook his head again. "I don't know," He said. "But I want revenge."
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