A/N: Welp, was gonna post this yesterday, but that bullshit more commonly known as "Fox Video Friday" happened and if any of you guys know me at all, then you know it was about fifty levels of fucked up. So I got totally mentally jacked for the rest of the day and couldn't think to post this. And despite the fact that I'm currently suffering from a hellacious headache and am tired as fuck, I'm trying to post right now. Well, guess I'm not trying if you're reading this. I've clearly succeeded. Whatever. I'm so sleepy...

Anyway, um. Chapter title is from "The Hotline" by Emanuel and if you've ever heard that song (or just looked at the lyrics) then you know what's happening. So credit to them, don't sue, it just works. Usually ass covering about Twitter and iPhone. Pretty sure that's it...

Enjoy the update. I think I'm gonna go get more coffee. Or fall asleep on this couch. Either way...

His mom was gonna lecture him, Kendall just knew it. It might've been the look on her face, the way she sighed when he entered the kitchen to grab some food, the blatant disappointment etched in every line of her face. Or maybe it was just part of their routine after he went to a party. He'd come home drunk, she'd give him hell, he'd ignore everything she said and partied again soon after, the cycle repeating.

But whatever. Nothing she could say or do at that point could bring him down. He'd spent an hour on the phone with James before he had to leave for soundcheck, the two of them talking about everything and nothing. Turns out they both liked horror flicks, which lead to a ten minute discussion on vampire folklore and a mutual dislike of the Twilight franchise. They discussed sports, James mentioning he was a hockey fan, Kendall saying he used to play, but when the singer asked why he quit, the teen changed the subject. And while the blond learned he had a lot in common with the brunet, he also found out areas where they disagreed, music being a big one.

Neither male discussed their family or their pasts, despite that brief mentioning of Kendall's sister.

So yeah, needless to say, the blond was in a good mood. And there was no way his mother's usual spiel was gonna bring him down. Not that it ever did, only ever resulting in annoying him. But even that emotion wasn't gonna show up. He'd chatted with the male he was into, even getting a promise of another post-concert phone call. Clearly he was too damn happy to let anything get to him in any way.

The grin stayed on his face as he grabbed the bread, deciding to just make some toast given how easy it was to make and that it wouldn't be too much for his still queasy stomach. He felt his mother's eyes on him the entire time as she got everything together for dinner, but ignored them, focusing on what he was doing, putting the bread in the four-slotted toaster.

"So," she started and he mentally cringed, knowing exactly what was coming next. "You have fun last night?"

"Not really," he admitted, turning around and leaning back against the counter, arms folded over his chest.

She was standing in profile to him, allowing him to perfectly see the way her brows raised in surprise, see the way she turned to him in slight confusion. Clearly she hadn't been expecting that, especially since his usual response was some variation of the word "yes".

One of her eyebrows quirked in suspicion as she looked at him. "Really?"

"Yeah. Spent half the time wondering why I was there and why I wasn't going home."

"So why didn't you? Just come home, I mean."

He rubbed the back of his neck, not entirely sure why. Okay, maybe he knew why. He wanted to get wasted, wanted to forget everything, but he couldn't exactly say that to his mom, not without having to explain exactly what was going on in his head. Which would either lead to yet another conversation regarding his father, or him having to tell her the truth about James when so far, all she believed it to be was a celeb crush. He wasn't too stoked on either option there.

"I dunno,"he admitted, refolding his arms. "Pride, I guess."

She let out a sad sigh, turning back to the chopping board, knife in hand as she cut up some carrots. "You get that from your father, too."

Kendall cringed. He hated when he was compared to that man, no matter what capacity it was in.

"Well, maybe this will be a lesson to you," she continued, not looking at him, still focusing on what she was doing. "That partying isn't always fun, that there are other things you can do to enjoy yourself, and that drinking isn't a good idea. Although the hangover should be clue enough to that."

He rolled his eyes, the tired orbs hurting with the motion.

The toaster popped up and he turned around, grabbing the peanut butter out the cabinet, then a knife and plate. He set about spreading the peanut butter on his toast, his mom still talking behind him.

"I'd ask if you learned your lesson, but it's you, so probably not."

Aaaand now another cliché statement from his mom's usual lectures. He figured it was supposed to make him feel guilty or some shit, but it never worked. Usually he just shrugged and smirked and sarcastically replied with a "guess not", earning a glare and an angry lip twist from his mother. Yeah, these discussions were pretty much scripted at this point and they always went perfectly line by line, rehearsed over and over and over. It was a routine they both had down pat, only this time, things were going off course, more of it improvised.

Because truth be told, Kendall wasn't entirely sure if he was gonna go to another party, at least not anytime soon. He hadn't exactly had all that much fun at the one the night before, not to mention he'd been pissed he missed James' call. And sure, he could always turn around and just tell the singer he was heading out with friends for the night and he'd talk to the brunet the next day, but he wasn't entirely sure if he'd be okay with that. He didn't exactly want to put off or delay any phone call with the elder male, knowing that with his busy schedule, the blond should be glad to get any moment he could with the pop star, should take every chance, every available second he had. Plus he just really fucking loved talking with the guy. Not to mention how the whole concept of partying had lost its appeal, especially if any future hang outs with his friends went down like the one from the night before.

"I might be done with partying," he admitted, licking peanut butter off his left index finger, having accidentally gotten some on it.

He heard the knife drop against the wooden cutting board and turned to see his mom clutching the counter, shock on her face as she stared back at him, jaw dropped. Wow. She seemed more surprised by that confession than when he came out. Which kinda made him question how well he hid his questions about his sexuality when he was younger.

"What?" he questioned, eyebrow raised.

"You're—you're done? Like completely done? With partying?"

He shrugged, walking over and putting his knife in the dishwasher. "I dunno about completely done, but probably gonna cut back on it, yeah."

His mom folded her arms over her chest, hip sticking out, eyebrow raised. "Okay, who are you and what have you done with my son?"

Kendall rolled his eyes, snorting, before letting out a sarcastic "Ha ha, very funny."

"All right, the sarcasm is still there, so you're clearly still Kendall," she stated, turning back to her chopping board and picking her knife back up. "I'm just surprised you say you're gonna cut back. Although I shouldn't be, considering how you didn't go to one all summer."

He spun around, facing the counter where he'd been making his toast, walking back over to it, not wanting to discuss his mood over his vacation from school. Mostly 'cause he didn't wanna get back into that depressive mindset, not when his current emotional state was such a good one, but also because he still had no desire to tell his mom about anything that was going on with him to cause him to be so down.

So instead, he just screwed the lid back on the peanut butter and put it away.

"Kendall?"

He closed the cabinet door before turning around and facing her, seeing her once again looking at him, her hands flat on the counter, seriousness all over her face. His brow furrowed as he gave her a "yeah?", letting her know he was listening.

"I'm not sure what's going on with you, haven't known anything for years now, and I get that you aren't one to open up or talk or anything—another thing you get from your father—but." She paused, sighing. "I'm glad. I mean, you do seem upset at times and I'm not sure why and I won't ask," she stated, turning to him, waving her hands in front of her before folding her arms over her chest, hip leaning against the counter. "I just hope that whatever happened is good and that maybe it'll help you stop this bad behavior you've been indulging in over the past couple years and get back to the kid you used to be. Or the man that I hope you'd become."

What the fuck was he supposed to say to that? Because honestly, he wasn't sure if he had completely flipped a one-eighty and started being this good lil boy that his mom was hoping he'd be. He wasn't sure if he'd given up partying and drinking entirely. He wasn't sure what the hell was going on with him anymore. The only thing he was sure about was that he didn't wanna go into it with his mom, didn't wanna explain exactly what it was that made partying seem unappealing, didn't wanna tell her the truth about him and James.

Because he knew that even though the singer hadn't actually done or said anything, he was still the reason why Kendall no longer felt like indulging in those kind of activities.

So instead, the blond just nodded, licking his dry lips. "Yeah. It's a good thing."

A small smile formed on his mom's face as she tilted her head to the side. "Good," she commented, stepping forward and taking hold of his upper arms. "Because that's all I want for my kids, for them to be happy and healthy and not locked up."

He couldn't help the snort of a laugh that came out, rolling his eyes once more. "Yeah, yeah." Pulling away, he turned around and took hold of his plate before grabbing a bottle of water out the fridge. Without saying another word, he left the kitchen, and his mom, heading back to his bedroom. 'Cause as good a mood as he was in, he still wasn't in the mood for being social.

It was another night of Kendall staring at the James Diamond concert updates Twitter feed, obsessively reading every new tweet, waiting for that special one that told him the show was over. Although this time, he was on his iPod and in bed.

He showered after lunch, changing into a pair of sweats and an old Emanuel t-shirt. His mom had been especially chatty during dinner, constantly wanting the lone male to join in, which he barely did. Despite his earlier confession of not finding partying fun anymore, he still wasn't all that talkative. Hell, his anti-social mood was part of the reason why he hadn't enjoyed himself the night before.

He napped for a couple hours, waking up when his alarm went off at nine, then grabbed some more food and another drink. He still felt tired as hell, so rather than fucking around on the internet—especially since he'd decided to avoid Tumblr so he didn't see any of those comments from the bitch he ran into at school—he stripped down to his boxers before getting in bed, playing Angry Birds on his iPhone for a little while before even that was too tiring. He closed out the game, pulling up Twitter and scrolling through his timeline before just going to the concert update profile.

It was around eleven when the tweet signaling the show was over popped up, Kendall's heart pounding once again. He tried to calm himself down, telling himself that James wasn't gonna immediately call, just like he did the last time. And, just like last time, he got another text stating the singer was off to shower and would call in twenty.

Which practically just shoved Kendall's mind into the gutter, especially given the fact that the pop star had admitted to wanting in the teen's pants earlier. The mention of a shower just put all kinds of images in his head, ones involving the two of them in a shower together, Kendall pinned against the wall by James, their lips locked in a heated kiss as their hips moved together in a perfect rhythm. The singer would have one hand in the teen's dirty blond hair, pulling the long strands at the back, his other hand grabbing hold of an asscheek, a finger sliding in between the two fleshy globes, playing with his entrance and-

And he really needed to stop that train of thought, considering how he was half hard already.

Only he couldn't stop picturing it, couldn't stop imagining it, the memory of how it felt to have the elder male's body pressed against his just adding to the fantasy, making it feel all the more real. And making his dick all the more hard.

Shit.

His iPhone started playing his ringtone, snapping him out of his x-rated revery—thank fuck—and he hit the "answer" button without hesitation.

"Hey, you," he stated with a smile.

"Hey." The singer was clearly smiling, too, even if he did sound a little tired, but Kendall figured that was to be expected after the guy had been running around onstage for the past ninety minutes or so. "How are you?"

"Better now that I'm talking to you." Fucking hell was that cheesy. It was true, yeah, but still cheesy as fuck.

A small laugh sounded down the line, followed by the elder male speaking a low "me, too", almost seeming like he was reluctant to admit it. Kendall figured he wasn't the only one who wasn't a fan of talking about feelings. So instead, he changed the subject.

"How'd the show go?"

"Awesome." The smile was back in his voice, and the blond felt a small grin of his own form on his face, glad that he put one on the other males.

"You on the bus heading to the next one?"

"Yeah, in the back room as we head tooo—" he stretched the last word out, creaking coming down the line. "—Looks like Seattle."

Kendall felt a pang of jealousy, wishing he could be go to Seattle himself, the home of grunge and Starbucks. "Wish I could go."

"Honestly? Wish you could come, too."

He blamed the fact that all the blood was in the wrong head, his dick still halfway hard and his brain still in a more x-rated mindset, meaning he was totally not responsible for what he said next. "Maybe I should fly to Seattle and you can make me come in a different way."

His eyes went wide, unable to believe that he'd actually said that, that those words had actually left his mouth. The orbs soon slid shut, hand covering them, as he withheld a groan at his idiotic behavior. Add that one to the List of Stupid Shit Kendall Keeps Saying to James.

"Who says you need to be in Seattle in order for me to make you come?"

His hand flew away from his face, eyes popping open, dick throbbing in his boxers. Did the elder male seriously say what the younger thought he did?

"I mean, we're both on the phone right now, right? And we're both alone?"

Kendall raised an eyebrow, left hand going to rest on his stomach. "Are you suggesting we have phone sex?"

"Depends," the singer replied with an audible smirk. "What're you wearing?"

His tongue snaked out to wet his lips, smirk tugging up the corner of them, as he switched his phone from his right hand to his left, pressing it to his left ear. "Boxers. Black. Got a skull on the ass. You?"

"A sheet. I like to sleep naked."

"Even on the bus? With all those other dudes?"

"I have nothing to be ashamed about when it comes to my body," James commented, Kendall mentally agreeing, having seen countless shirtless pics of the pop star. The blond knew for a fact that if he was built like the brunet, he'd probably be pretty damn comfortable being naked, too. "Besides," the pop star continued. "If they don't wanna see anything, they can close their eyes."

"I definitely wouldn't close my eyes," the younger male pointed out, less censored than usual, his filter completely gone.

"So you have no issues with me sleeping naked?"

"Hell no. My only issue is that I'm not seeing it right now." Seriously, where the hell was his unabashed blurting out of shit coming from? He was supposed to be impressing the guy, not scaring him off with his openness.

"Good," the elder declared, voice still holding that smirk, but dropping in octave, taking on a more commanding tone. "'Cause when we share a bed, you're sleeping nude, too."

Kendall wanted to object, to tell him there was no fucking way that was happening, but honestly? He liked the sound of it, liked how James was ordering him like that, liked how the singer was making him do something that ordinarily he wouldn't be into.

The brunet continued."I wanna feel every possible inch of your naked skin on mine, feel our bodies pressed together all over. I wanna wake up in the morning and know that it wouldn't take long to get you ready for me to take you."

The blond groaned, right hand sliding under his comforter and cupping his aching cock through his boxers, hips bucking at even that light contact.

"You want that, too, huh?" the singer commented, voice slightly harsh. "You wanna wake up with me naked, pressed against your back, my hard cock between your asscheeks."

It wasn't a question, but he still found himself whimpering out an "mm-hmm" as he slid his hand around to the back, pressing between his cheeks, imagining exactly what it would be like to wake up that way, to slowly come to consciousness with the singer hard and throbbing against him, rubbing against his sensitive hole, possibly well used and worn out from the night before.

Suddenly rubbing his entrance through his boxers wasn't enough.

"Mm, I can imagine it. I'd rut against you, giving you a preview of what was to come, of what it'd be like in a few moments when I'm inside you."

The younger male slipped his hands inside the back of his boxers, index finger circling his entrance, pressing against it, teasing himself. Not that he needed to. James' words were doing that for him.

"I'd push you onto your stomach, giving me full access to your back and your ass. I'd nibble on your neck, licking, sucking, leaving a mark for the entire world to see so that everyone knows you're mine."

Kendall groaned, pressing harder against his entrance, twisting his finger in a circle, hips bucking. The idea of James marking the blond as his property was incredibly fucking hot. And sure, the younger male always considered himself more independent, more of a leader, but to have the elder male take charge, to own him, was a huge fucking turn on.

"God, I love hearing you moan," the pop star commented, sounding slightly breathless, voice tight.

"Then keep making me do it."

"Bossy little thing, aren't we?"

"Or I could hang up and jack off on my own."

A growl sounded down the line, Kendall smirking, knowing he'd won. "The only person who'll be making you come from here on out is me."

The dominating tone of James' voice had the blond groaning more, pressing against his hole, his finger breaching the tight rim of muscle.

The singer breathed out a "fuck, Kendall", only instead of it sounding like he was shutting down, it was a sound of arousal. The teen pictured the elder male in his bed at the back of the bus, hand under the sheet, wrapped around his hard cock and slowly stroking himself.

His finger slid in further, burning since he was dry, but he didn't care. God, he just needed something inside him, something pressing against him, something making him come. And soon.

"I'd kiss my way down your spine," James continued painting the picture, one Kendall was seeing all too clearly in his mind, the brunet's voice harsher, huskier, like he'd gargled rocks or something. "I'd position myself between your legs, spread your cheeks and lick you slow and long between 'em."

Yeah, there was no way the blond was okay with just a finger. He withdrew his hand from his boxers and shoved his comforter back, kicking it fully off, before opening his nightstand drawer and grabbing his lube.

"I'd lick all around your hole, tease you, suck on it." The singer paused to groan. "God, I bet you taste so fuckin' good."

"Wouldn't know," the blond replied, rolling onto his side, holding his iPhone between his ear and shoulder, opening the small cylindrical bottle of lube. "No one's ever eaten me before."

"Seriously?"

"Yeah."

"So I'd be your first?" James sounded incredibly excited about that prospect, sounded like he'd really enjoy being that, doing that, being the first. But most of all, he sounded like he was one-hundred percent sure that it was gonna happen, that the two of them were gonna be in the same room, the same bed, and that James was definitely gonna be rimming Kendall.

Suddenly the lube couldn't come out the bottle fast enough.

"Yeah," the blond stated, smirk on his face. "You'd be the first."

A groan sounded down the phone line, Kendall's dick twitching at the sexual noise. God, no wonder James liked hearing the younger male's sounds. That was fucking hot. And he had to admit, he loved the idea of the pop star being the first to rim him, to eat him, to put his tongue to his entrance, licking, sucking, and holy shit this lube took too long to get out.

"Fuck, Kendall," the brunet groaned out, breathing heavy down the line, the sounds of fabric ruffling faint in the background. "Wish you were here. Wish this was your hand on my cock."

The clear liquid finally came out and Kendall coated a couple fingers, practically shoving his hand down the back of his boxers, circling his entrance and rubbing lube around it. "Could say the same to you."

"Yeah? What are you doing? Gimme details."

'Dirty motherfucker,' the blond thought to himself, still circling with his fingertip, rubbing up and down his entrance. "Playing with my hole and pretending it's your tongue."

A swear left the singer, sounding like a mix between a groan and a harsh breath. "God, I'd lick you up and down, suck your tight li'l hole, get you nice and wet for me." A pause, during which the teen moaned. "I'd slid a finger in, wiggling it around, stretching you."

Kendall did exactly as James described, sliding his middle finger in, moving it around in a circle. His hips bucked at the feeling of having something inside him, it having been a while since he actually fingered himself. Jacking off? Sure, nearly daily habit in the shower considering his teenage hormones, but playing with his hole? Not so much.

"I'd keep licking around my finger, sliding a second one in, stretching you more, scissoring them, teasing you with my tongue."

Once again, the blond followed the brunet's imagine, doing as he had described, groaning at the sensation of being filled even more. He bit his bottom lip against the slight burn, moving his free left hand down to wrap around his cock, distracting himself. It wasn't long before he got used to it, the pain subsiding, turning into pleasure, his hips bucking more.

More groans sounded down the line before James continued. "I'd hold you open for me, sliding my tongue in to tease you, taste you." Another pause as a harsh whine type noise came out from the singer's throat, followed by a few pants and a gasp. "Fuck. Then I'd move my fingers in and out and, god, I hope you're doing that right now."

"Fuck yes," Kendall breathed out, the digits on his right hand repeatedly thrusting in his hole. "Feels so good, too," he admitted, panting down the line. His eyes were closed, allowing him to imagine that it was the brunet he was feeling fingering him, the elder male's slim fingers sliding in and out. "Need it to be you." Okay, he sounded pretty desperate and pathetic, but fuck did he not care at that point.

"Shit, I want it to be me. So fucking bad." The singer sounded just as far gone, and Kendall could just picture him in bed, hand fisting his cock under the sheet, head thrown back, hair mussed up as his eyes were tightly shut. His jaw would be tense, teeth working his bottom lip, the muscles in his abdomen clenching as his chest heaved up and down.

The blond's fingers started moving faster, hand tighter around his own dick, body curling up as he remained on his side.

"I wanna feel you so bad," the elder male continued. "I wanna feel what it's like inside you, wanna feel around and find your prostate, work it over until you're a writhing, moaning mess practically begging me to fuck you."

The teen did just that, finding his prostate, practically screaming out a "Fuck, James!" as he pressed against it. His back arched, spasming beyond his control, legs shooting out straight.

"Found it, huh?"

A whiny "uh huh" was all the blond could manage as he curled back up, repeatedly applying pressure to that weak spot inside of himself.

The singer let out a satisfied "mmm" down the line. "Keep going. Lemme hear you."

"Fuck," he breathed out, his hand moving faster around his dick. His balls drew up tight underneath, that familiar tingle building at the base of his spine. "Shit. I'm close."

"So am I," James replied, sounding even more breathless than before, his voice harsh and strained, like he was holding back. "Fuck, I can't hold it."

"Then don't."

"No," the brunet argued, practically huffing the word out, letting out another short whiny groan. "Need to hear you first."

"Ja-"

"Just fucking come, Kendall!" The words were a command that was practically growled out, a command that made the blond's hips jerk even more.

The teen focused on the dual sensations wracking his body, on the feelings they were creating inside of him. His hands sped up, moving erratically, another sign he was getting closer. Eyes still clamped shut, he imagined it was the elder male whose fingers were thrusting in and out of his hole, the elder male who had his hand wrapped around the younger's dick. He imagined the brunet pressed up against him from behind, saying those words right in his ear in person, not through a phone line. He imagined that heavy breathing wasn't coming through his iPhone, but from right there next to him as their bodies were pressed together, hips moving in perfect synchronicity.

He imagined it was the elder male's hand squeezing harder around his cock, growling in his ear to come.

With one last rub against his prostate, Kendall came hard, hips bucking, hands still working, the other male's name leaving his lips, accompanied by a few swears.

It only took a few more seconds before he heard the brunet's own orgasm hit, a musical of grunts, swears, and the blond's name coming out of his mouth and down the phone line, forming a smile on the younger male's face. Hearing his moniker being moaned out by the guy he wanted was officially his favorite sound ever.

He kept stroking himself, making sure to get every last drop out, feeling it cover the head of his dick, some of it inadvertently being wiped on the boxers he still had on. Neither he nor James said a word, just both breathed heavily, coming down from their highs.

A long moment passed before Kendall finally moved. He carefully slipped his fingers out of his hole before taking both hands out of his boxers. Which were dirty now. The boxers that was. Come to think of it, his hands weren't exactly clean either.

He'd deal with that later.

Grabbing hold of his iPhone—which he'd also clean later—he held it to his ear, listening as James' breathing calmed down and returned to normal. Another long moment later, and the singer finally spoke, one simple word that came out on a breath.

"Wow."

A small laugh escaped the blond, although he wasn't entirely sure why. "Yeah. Same."

A satisfied groan sounded down the line, the elder male stretching audibly. "I'm a fucking mess now."

"Same."

"And I'm gonna need to shower."

"Same."

"And I can't fucking move."

"Same."

James chuckled, sounding tired but amused. "Can you say anything other than 'same'?"

Kendall smirked, feeling like a little shit and loving it. "Same."

The brunet laughed some more, the blond joining in, the sound being a contagious one, one that soon faded out from both males around the same time. Silence stretched between them, the younger male rolling onto his back, staring at his ceiling, feeling completely satisfied in that moment. Well, okay, maybe it could've been better. Definitely could've been better. But only if he actually had the singer next to him, in the bed, their legs tangled, bodies pressed together, exchanging breaths between themselves as the rest of the world was forgotten, that bubble of theirs encompassing them once more.

But he knew it wasn't gonna happen. Not any time soon anyway. So he had to take what he could get, and what he was getting was this phone call, the soft sound of the other male inhaling and exhaling, and the ability to close his eyes and just imagine that the noises weren't coming from down a phone line, but from his side on the pillow next to him. It was enough.

For the moment.

"I should really go get cleaned off before I pass out," James stated low, seeming both exhausted—not a surprise considering he'd played a show and the activities they'd just participated in—but reluctant to go, a feeling Kendall could relate to.

"Yeah. Sa—me, too."

A small laughed was breathed down the line, sounding like the singer was smirking, amused at the teen's near slip. "Talk to you tomorrow?"

The blond's green eyes darted down to his bare torso, the fingertips of his free right hand lightly tracing up and down the faint line bisecting his torso. A small amount of fear had crept in, a slight panic that the other male would run once again, disappear for a couple days, as was his usual MO. "I hope so."

"I will. I swe—Hold on."

Kendall paused as he heard the singer yell at someone, the phone pulled away from his mouth, but still allowing the teen to hear every word.

"Yes, I'm done having phone sex. What do you want?...I don't give a shit if you can't sleep. Buy earplugs! That's what they were invented for!...I don't pay you jack, you're my best friend. You do this shit 'cause you love me... 'Yeah, yeah' yourself, asshat."

The blond withheld a laugh at the exchange, suppressing a yawn.

"Sorry 'bout that," the brunet said into the phone, apparently having gotten rid of whoever was bugging him—the teen figured it was Logan judging by the "you're my best friend" part. "My mommy Logan says I'm being too loud and should get off the phone so other people on the bus can sleep."

The younger male's eyebrows went up, having completely forgotten that the elder was on a bus with a bunch of other guys, able to hear every word—and moan—that the brunet let out. Yeah, totally not fucking awkward at all. But it didn't seem as though James had any issues with it, the singer apparently completely at ease with everything, including having other people hearing him have phone sex. Kinda made the blond wonder if the brunet had some sort of exhibitionist kink. Wouldn't be all that big a surprise considering his career choice.

But still, he let out a small chuckle down the line, hand smearing over his forehead and eyes. "You're nuts."

"So are you," the elder male pointed out with an audible smirk. "Crazy together, right?"

Kendall smiled, too, face hurting. "Right."

"Talk to you tomorrow. After the show."

"It's a date."

Another audible smile down the line. "Night, Kendall. Sweet dreams."

"Only when you're in them," he blurted out before he could even think. Which was seriously gonna get him in major fucking trouble with the elder male one day. If it hadn't already.

A sharp inhale came down the line before a click. Kendall pulled his iPhone away from his ear in a panic, afraid that the singer had hung up. And he had.

A sad sigh escaped past the teen's lips as he sat up, shoving his comforter back. He put his smartphone on his nightstand, turning around so his legs were hanging off the edge of his bed, feet flat on the floor. Leaning forward, he rested his elbows on his knees, heel of his left palm rubbing against his forehead hard. One day he'd learn not to ruin moments. Clearly not that day, but maybe in the future.

Gotta hope for something, right?

Another sigh came out as he pushed himself to his feet before shuffling around his bed on his way to the bathroom. He wasn't in the mood for another shower, so he just grabbed a cloth and washed himself off with it, taking his boxers off and tossing them in the hamper in the process. Cleaned off, he headed back to his bedroom, putting another pair of boxers on before getting back in bed.

It had never felt colder or more empty than it did in that moment.