A/N: Okay, so I kept trying to work on this, but kept getting distracted and troll wars take a lotta time. That being said, hey, at least this is done before 2013 (at least here in my time zone) so Happy New Year's Present! :D
Don't think I need to put any warnings or ass coverings for this... um... I dunno, I'm brain-dead right now. Oh, forgive any typos or misused words, I was trying to distract my dog with fetch while proofreading so she'd leave me the hell alone and stop barking at me. Attention needy lil jerk.
Anyhoo, enjoy and hope 2013 is good to you guys :D
The flight. Took. Forever.
Okay, that's a lie. It was only about four hours to get from Minneapolis to San Diego, but it felt like forever. Kendall figured it was due to the anxiety and excitement over what was gonna happen when he landed, having no clue what to expect. It could be a super romantic reunion like one of those cheesy chick flicks his mom liked for some unknown reason, where they ran into each other's arms and never let go. It could be awkward as fuck, neither of them knowing what to do or how to act. It could be a huge disaster and they waste the entire weekend yelling and arguing. Or it could be an explosion of pent up sexual frustration and they spent the whole time in bed acting out everything that had been spoken over the phone.
That last scenario had him shifting in his seat, pulling at jeans that had gotten tighter in the crotch. Thank fuck it was a late flight on a Thursday night—or early Friday morning technically—so the seats next to him were unoccupied. He didn't wanna even begin to imagine how uncomfortable it would be if he was hard next to a total stranger. Not that he could imagine that if he had the urge to. His brain kept going through the various possibilities of what could happen when he saw James again. That, plus all the shit the singer had said he'd do to the blond.
Which just added to his arousal and made him harder. So he forced himself to think of something else, his mind choosing to focus on any negative reunion possibilities. Deciding to try and ignore that, too, Kendall tried to find something to listen to on his iPhone, not satisfied with anything, none of the songs in his library seeming to fit how he felt. He switched through various games, unable to focus or enjoy one for any prolonged period of time. He was anxious, ADD, agitated, and all he wanted to do was get to James. And soon.
When the plane finally landed and his baggage had been claimed, Kendall looked around, trying to figure out what the fuck he was supposed to do next. The only info he'd been given was about the flight itself, what time it would be leaving, when he'd be arriving and where. Other than that, nada.
He put his hand on the strap of his duffel as it lay over his shoulder, letting out a sigh, figuring that standing by the luggage conveyer wasn't gonna get shit done, other than make his feet hurt and his legs tired. Taking one last look around at the passengers gathering their things and the people there to greet them, he walked over towards the exit in hopes of finding out what the fuck he was supposed to do. A few feet later, and he figured it out.
Logan walked through the sliding doors, looking around, stopping when his brown eyes came across Kendall. A relieved sigh seemed to leave him, shoulders slumping, small smile forming on his face as he lifted his hand to wave.
The blond raised his fingers from around his duffel strap in response, walking over to where the other male stood. He shouldn't really be surprised that James had sent his best friend-slash-personal assistant to pick him up. Would be pretty fucking suspicious for the pop star to show up himself to take another guy back to his hotel room, especially considering how online social media sites already were abuzz when it came to anything related to the blond being around the brunet. If any paps or fans happened to be around to see the two of them together, it would start a rumor wildfire that no PR company would be able to extinguish.
And, let's face it, there was no way to know exactly what would happen when the two of them were reunited again. The make-out session in the dressing room a couple weeks ago was bad enough, and that was before all the calls and the amped up sexual tension that was so thick Kendall could practically feel it, even down the phone line. Things were clearly gonna be worse between them, more hyped up, more intense, more...everything really. So clearly it was safer for them to not meet back up in a public place, or else they'd both end up behind bars for public indecency.
And wouldn't that just make for great publicity?
He finally reached Logan, the two of them exchanging "hey"s before standing there awkwardly, neither knowing what to say. Right before Kendall asked if they could just fucking leave already so he could get to James, the shorter male spoke.
"Got all your luggage?"
"Yeah," the blond replied, patting his duffel for emphasis before holding onto the strap again.
The brunet nodded, rubbed the back of his neck, cleared his throat, dropped his hand. "Ready to go then?"
Seriously?
"Yup." He tried to hide his disbelief, his agitation, his anxiousness to just get going, but probably failed. Not that he gave a shit.
More nodding from Logan before he turned around and headed towards the door, Kendall following. They were silent as they crossed the road, passing cabs waiting for fares, cars waiting for passengers, traffic that was waiting for them to move. The brunet led the way to a parked sedan, all black, tinted windows, clearly a rental chosen for its privacy to escort James wherever he needed to go while in town. Or to escort Kendall to wherever the singer was, in this case.
Logan opened the trunk, allowing the blond to put his duffel in, before they both got in the car, the brunet behind the wheel. More silence as they pulled out the lot, out the airport, and onto the highway. There were very few cars, not much of a surprise considering the sun was barely beginning to rise behind them, allowing them to drive at a good speed and not worry about traffic.
Although why the guy was actually doing the speed limit on the highway was beyond Kendall.
"So," the elder male started, the younger withholding a groan, not in the mood for conversation. "What exactly is going on between you and James?"
The blond's eyebrows went up, lips pursing in thought. It was a damn fine question, one he had no answer for, or any clue where to start when it came to explaining it. Because he had no fucking clue himself. "I dunno," he answered honestly, rubbing the back of his neck. "Guess that's what we're gonna figure out this weekend."
Logan nodded, hands on ten and two on the steering wheel, eyes glued to the windshield. "Ya know, I've known James since we were five," he began, pausing as he hit the indicator, turning his head around to check his blind spots.
Kendall dropped his hand onto his lap, right forearm laying across the door below the window, head turned towards the other male. He knew exactly what was coming next, exactly what the elder male was about to say.
Pulling into the right lane, the brunet continued his thought. "Since he saved me from these bullies on the playground during recess who constantly picked on me for being a nerd and being able to read, even in kindergarten. He's protected me my entire life from jerks who'd try to give me wedgies and swirlies and things of that nature, so needless to say, the two of us are pretty close."
"And now it's your turn to protect him," the blond summed up, eyes on the other male as he focused on the road once again.
He nodded, hands gripping the wheel, spine stiffened and body tense, almost like he truly was ready to punch Kendall if the blond dared say the wrong thing. The taller male was halfway tempted to say something stupid just to see if the shorter one would actually do it, if he was capable of violence, and how weak a hit it would be. Would be amusing.
But he knew how important it was to impress the best friend of the guy you were into, remembered how Carlos had dumped a guy he'd been into for months solely because Kendall had mentioned how terrible the dude's jokes were and how annoying he was, how bad he got on the blond's nerves. If he fucked things up with Logan, he knew without a doubt James would hear all about it and stop talking to him right then and there and he'd been on his way back to Minnesota with nothing to show but another break in his heart and bigger abandonment issues than before.
Whoo-fucking-pee.
"Look," he started, letting out a sigh as he put his right hand on his lap and turned in his seat to face Logan more. "I know that you don't know me and you have no reason to trust me or believe me when I tell you that the last thing I wanna do is hurt James or use him in any way. I don't give a shit about his money or his fame or his name. I don't give a shit about the spotlight or the popularity, cause I sure as fuck don't want it for myself. The only thing I want is to just get to know James as a regular dude, that's it."
Logan actually managed to take his eyes off the road, looking at Kendall for a long moment, eyes analytical, suspicious, like he was looking for any sign of dishonesty or bullshit. And the blond knew there wouldn't be any found, knew that he'd spoken the truth, that he'd meant every syllable. He just had to hope that the other male could see it.
Which he apparently did, judging by the fact that he was fucking nodding again as he turned back to the windshield, making the younger male wonder if the elder was part bobblehead or some shit. Or capable of actually speaking a response, of using his voice instead of head motions. Whatever. Logan's habits weren't exactly anything he cared about or wanted to know. His focus was elsewhere, but not on the scenery that was rushing by as he stared out the side window.
The car ride seemed to take as long as the one on the plane, Kendall nearly yelling out a "thank fuck!" when the vehicle pulled into a space in a parking lot outside a hotel. But it couldn't be helped. His heart was pounding out of control, stomach flipping wildly, his skin tingling. His anxiety was amped up, out of control, and he fought the urge to jump out the car and run up to James' room, mainly because he had no clue which room the singer was in. Kinda put a huge hole in that plan.
So instead, he remained as cool on the outside as humanly possible, calmly getting out the car and waiting patiently by the trunk, needing the other male to pop it open for him so he could get his duffel out. When that was done, he followed the brunet across the lot and into the hotel, over to the elevators and up, up, up to the correct floor.
The doors slid open and Logan once again took the lead, the two of them taking a left, then another, heading down the hall. With each step, Kendall's anxiousness got worse, his heart in his throat, his pulse out of control, his stomach flipping so much he was getting seasick. He could barely breathe, his lungs frozen in his chest, the only air being exhaled in a long, slow breath through 'o' shaped lips.
It got worse when he saw Freight Train.
The bodyguard was parked outside one of the rooms, seated on a chair that was holding his weight solely through a minor miracle, arms folded over his chest, mean look on his face. Kendall figured he was outside James' room, since it was his job to protect the singer from any danger. Would make sense that he'd be parked on the external side of the pop star's door. Which meant the blond was only a few yards away from the male he'd been longing to see for weeks now.
'Don't puke,' he mentally told himself. 'Puking would not be cool right now.'
Freight Train rose to his feet when he saw Kendall and Logan approach, his face changing from hardass motherfucker, to nice friendly guy in a heartbeat.
"Hey, Kendall," he greeted the blond as the two other males stopped in front of him. "Nice to see you again."
The younger male still couldn't get over how the guy's voice totally didn't match his appearance, seeming a little too high pitched for a dude that size. Then again, Mike Tyson had a lisp but could put you in a coma with one hit.
"Yeah, man, you, too," Kendall replied, shaking the larger male's outstretched hand.
"How's your sister?"
Jesus fucking Christ, was everyone in the mood for conversating with him? Because he sure as shit wasn't, not when he was so fucking close to what he truly wanted.
But knowing that the bodyguard could stop him from entering the room—not to mention lay his ass out flat with one blow—kept his attitude in check and his response polite, a simple "she's good, thanks" as he put on a small smile, trying to hide his impatience and not entirely sure if he was doing the job.
"Tell her I said hi for me."
He nodded, trying to figure out how exactly he was gonna do that, how he was gonna explain to a twelve year old that he had flown across the country to visit with a pop star that he'd secretly been chatting with after telling her nothing was going on and that his bodyguard said hi.
Shit. His mom was gonna flip a bitch when she found out.
Whatever, he'd cross that bridge when he came to it. There was more important shit to deal with.
Like getting everyone to shut the fuck up and let him into that fucking room already.
"James still in?" Logan questioned, drawing Kendall's attention back to the present and not whatever hypothetical freak out his mom would engage in when she learned he had just taken off in the middle of the night. Again.
Freight Train nodded, arms folded over his chest, face all business once again. "He's been pacing about, popped his head out a few times. I told him he needed to stay in the room and I'd send you guys in as soon as you got here. I guess you'd better go before he wears a hole through the floor."
The brunet smirked, letting out a small laugh at his best friend's behavior as he shook his head, while the blond's own internal spazz out got worse. If he didn't know any better, it sounded like James was just as anxious to see him as he was to see the pop star.
Fucking hell, he needed in that room.
A few more words were exchanged between Logan and Freight Train, the bodyguard giving a "see ya later" to Kendall, who just tipped his chin up in response. Then finally, fucking finally, the door to the hotel room was opened.
Logan entered first, followed by Kendall, who adjusted his strap as he walked through the portal, the door closing over behind him. His green eyes searched the room, barely seeing the expensive furniture, the cream couches and wooden furniture, the fancy art that he never really understood or appreciated. But the green orbs stopped roaming when they came across something he did appreciate, did wanna continue looking at.
James stood in the middle of the room, fingers combing his hair, something Kendall figured was a nervous habit. And goddamn if he didn't look better than the last time the blond had seen him. It wasn't anything all that different from what the younger male had seen before, the same tight jeans and graphic tee, the same black bandana around his wrist, the same hairstyle. And okay, maybe the scruff on his face was more prevalent than before, whiskers a lil longer, but that wasn't what made him seem better—as sexy as it was. Kendall couldn't fully put his finger on it, couldn't fully figure it out. He knew it wasn't just one thing that made the singer more attractive, more appealing. He figured it was probably just that whole "absence makes the heart grow fonder" bullshit, that the belief the other male was hotter was due to the relief and the joy of finally being able to see him in person once more.
The smile that spread across James' face as his hand dropped to his side definitely helped the physical appeal though, the way his eyes seemed to light up and his whole face glowed. And it was because he was looking at Kendall, the thought of that fact making the blond's heart pound double time and his stomach to flip even more than before.
"Kendall." God his name was fucking awesome. "Hey."
The younger male smiled back, almost unable to believe that he'd heard the singer speaking to him in person, that there was no static muffling things, no weird pixelated images accompanying it. Just James, in the flesh, right in front of Kendall.
"Hey." His voice was quiet, but spoke volumes and they both knew it. Neither spoke, neither moved, both just relished in the fact that they were actually in the same room once again, the anticipation of crossing the few feet of distance between them an overwhelming feeling.
But something held Kendall in place, something stopped him from walking over, from closing that distance and just grabbing hold of the elder male, from kissing him until neither could breathe, from taking the pop star to the closest piece of furniture and getting them both naked and moaning. Although he'd be damned if he knew what that thing was, since he was still half-hard from x-rated thoughts he'd been stuck in on the airplane.
"Uh, James?" Logan spoke up, reminding the blond of why he was staying put, drawing the pop star's attention over to him. "Can I have a minute of your time?"
The taller male turned to the teen, mouth open, but obviously unsure what to say, how to tell a guy who'd just shown up that he needs to leave again. So Kendall gave him an out.
"Where's the bathroom?"
James looked relieved that he no longer had to deal with that issue, using his thumb to point to a set of double-doors on his right. "Through there. You can drop your bag off in there, too."
The blond nodded, giving a look to Logan that said the assistant could go ahead with whatever he needed to say, that the newly arrived male wouldn't eavesdrop or spy or whatever. With one last glance at the singer, Kendall headed to the doors he'd been pointed towards, entering the other room and shutting the door behind himself.
The chamber was clearly the bedroom of James' suite, a swanky looking one at that. Across from the double-doors was a huge ass bed with a million pillows and a thick comforter that Kendall wouldn't mind having in his room back home. Which was maybe half the size of this one.
Walking to the left, he dropped his duffel onto the ground before walking into the fancy ass bathroom. He let out a wolf whistle, impressed as hell, thinking he'd been right when he figured James lived a pretty sweet life.
He did his business, managing to actually pee with a chubby—always a pain in the ass—before washing his hands. After drying them, he took a look at himself in the mirror, taking in his appearance.
He smoothed down his Bleed the Dream tee, adjusted his jeans as they hung low on his hips, stopped when he realized he was doing that girly bullshit again. Then he fixed his beanie.
Figuring that he was looking as good as he was ever gonna look, he quit his ministrations, switching the light off as he left the bathroom. He slowly approached the double-doors that led back to the external part of the suite, hearing a reminder about a radio interview and a "yeah yeah" before the hallway door closed. Meaning Logan was gone.
Opening the door, Kendall left the bedroom, finding James where he had been before, in the middle of the room facing the hall door. The singer's head turned towards him, smile returning, eyes bright.
"Hey."
Kendall smiled back, couldn't help it. "Hey."
Silence descended over them as they both struggled to figure out what to do or say next, James once again being the one to do so.
"How was your flight?"
Kendall cocked an eyebrow, unable to believe that was what the singer had come up with, that he seriously wanted to discuss that. "You really wanna talk about my flight?"
The brunet let out a small laugh, smirking. "Not really."
"Good, 'cause it was boring as fuck." A lie, but who gave a shit? Didn't really matter. The only thing that mattered about the ride on the plane was where it brought him, who it brought him to.
But he still wasn't fully there, wasn't fully with the other male, the two remaining unmoving and unspeaking once again, in another limbo of what to do next, knowing that what they most wanted to do more than anything would change things, not only between the two of them, but for their lives in general. It was scary, anxiety-ridden, nerve-wracking, and as badly as Kendall wanted one of them to finally locate their balls and make a fucking move, he wasn't entirely sure if that was a good idea or not.
James let out a muffled "fuck it" before walking over, Kendall staying put, anticipating the singer's next move. The brunet took hold of the blond's face, crashing their lips together and slamming him against the wall in the same move, their bodies pressed together. A gasp left the younger male at the hard contact of his back hitting the plaster behind him, the elder taking advantage and sliding his tongue in the other male's mouth. The wet muscle started a battle with the other's, Kendall's hands going to James' lower back to move his pelvis closer, thrusting his own hips out and allowing the elder male to feel his dick hardening.
The singer pulled away, breathing out a "fuck", eyes slightly dazed as they fought to focus on the teen's.
"Please do."
It was just like before in the dressing room, but this time, instead of running, James just nodded emphatically before reconnecting their lips in another frenzied kiss. Lips slotted together, tongues pushed and pulled, hips ground against one another as a chorus of harsh breathing and low moans filled the air around them. Kendall found himself growing desperate, needy, moving against the other male with more force, making damn sure he could feel how hard he was. The blond had never been more turned on in his life, a sexual need so deep he could feel it in his bones.
James' hands went to the bottom of the teen's shirt, lifting it up and over his head, throwing it away to wherever, inadvertently knocking the blond's beanie off with it. Kendall returned the favor and relieved the singer of his own tee, dropping it to the ground before their lips reconnected. The blond wrapped his arms the other male's neck, fingers threading through brunet locks, pressing his body against a wider frame and pushing the singer back.
They somehow managed to stumble their way to the couch, managed to get around it and to the front, the singer sitting on it in a somewhat slouched position with the teen straddling his lap. The younger male took advantage of his new position, grinding down hard, rubbing their erections together to create the perfect kind of friction between them.
"Fuck, Kendall," the brunet breathed out harshly, breaking their kiss. "Don't fucking stop."
"Wasn't planning to," the blond replied, head spinning, chest rising and falling rapidly.
James grabbed hold of the long hair at the back of Kendall's head, pulling on it so the blond had no choice but to tilt it back. His eyes drifted closed as he let out a deep groan, the sensation heading straight to his dick, feeling even more glad that he never listened to his mom when she told him to trim it. The sentiment grew when he felt the brunet start sucking and nipping at his adam's apple, retching more moans from the younger male.
Kendall's hands drifted down James' smooth chest, settling on hardened nipples that he started rubbing. The elder male stopped sucking on the younger's throat, letting out groans of his own as his hips bucked up even more and his grip on Kendall's blond locks loosened.
The blond smirked as he lowered his head, seeing the dazed expression on the other male's face, the arousal in half-lidded dark eyes. "Seems like I found someone's weak spot," he commented, voice full of cockiness as he pinched the singer's nipples.
James breathed out a "fuck", eyes widening, pelvis completely leaving the couch. A second later, when his ass was back on the cream cushion, he glared at the other male. "Just give it time. I'll find the rest of yours."
The teen raised an eyebrow, face full of disbelief. "The rest?"
"Yeah. Clearly already found one." His smirk was pure egotism as he tugged Kendall's hair again.
The blond groaned like before, lips parted as his jaw went slack and his eyes went wide, hips grinding down on the other male's harder. "Shut up and do me already," he ordered, grabbing the elder male's face and crashing their lips together.
Their kiss was hard, heated, teeth clashing and nipping, lips sucked and bitten, tongues swirling and making a mess. But neither male cared, just kept fighting for control, pelvises grinding wildly.
James shifted, sitting up, seeming to want to flip them over, but Kendall wasn't having any of it. After all the phone calls and x-rated thoughts in his head during the plane ride, not to mention the way the singer's mouth worked against his and his fingers pulled his hair, the teen was so close to coming already, with the elder male's hands not even touching him below his waist. He wasn't about to move or change positions for anything, not when his orgasm was right there. So he leaned forward, pressing all his body weight on the slightly larger male and pushing him back against the couch, putting his arms on the back of the sofa to try and trap the brunet.
James broke the kiss, glaring at the younger male. "Oh fuck that," he practically growled, face as dark as his eyes. Putting both hands on the smaller male's hips, he easily lifted him and flipped them over, laying Kendall on the couch before settling between his legs. "I'm in charge."
And damn if that didn't make the younger shudder in arousal.
The elder smirked, a mix of cockiness and just flat out being pleased, thumb rubbing along the blond's hip bone as it lay exposed by his low jeans. "Like that, huh? Like me being in charge?" He ground his hips down for emphasis, causing the teen to groan and lift his own pelvis up, only to be shoved back down again.
"Uh huh." The blond's voice was weak, as strained as his breathing, his lungs fighting to work properly. His brain had shut down a while ago, all the blood having rushed to his dick, which was harder than he thought possible. He was aching, balls drawn up tight, his body ready to explode but needing that final push to make it happen.
James' smirk remained, his head moving alongside the other male's, cheeks rubbing together, allowing Kendall to feel the scruff of a few missed days of shaving. The singer kept up his grinding, his hands gripping the younger male's hips, his breathing harsh in the teen's ear. "You want me to order you around? Tell you what to do? Command you?"
The blond groaned even louder, head tilting back as his hands went to the brunet's back, gripping onto smooth skin and hard muscle. His hips tried to fight against the other male's hold, desperate for release, desperate for more of that friction the singer was creating, breathing coming out in short little spurts.
"Fuck. Please," he panted out, eyes half closed, struggling to remain open. "So close."
"Yeah? You gonna come?"
He nodded rapidly, another weak "uh huh" escaping past parted lips, fingers grabbing at the slick skin of the other male's back, feeling the muscles flex with every movement.
James lifted his head, hazel eyes locking with green ones, his hips moving harder, faster, with more intent. "C'mon, Kendall," he breathed out against the younger male's lips, rubbing their noses together. "Lemme see you fall apart." He moved his right arm so it was laying on the couch, his hand sliding under teen's head and taking hold of his hair, tugging on it once more.
It was the final push Kendall needed, his eyes widening as he called out a "fuck, James!" He could feel his dick twitch in his boxers as his come spurted out, soaking the dark fabric, staining them. Not that he gave a shit. His body was tense and relaxed at the same time, his mind blown even more than before as his heart stopped and his lungs damn near collapsed.
And that was without having James even touch him.
The singer kept up his motions, making sure to prolong the teen's orgasm, letting out a moan of his own as he watched the other male fall apart in front of him. And as Kendall's breathing returned to normal, his body returned to earth, one thing came to mind: James hadn't come yet.
In a sudden burst of energy, he placed his hands on the elder male's chest, pushing the other male up and back so he was stuck between the back of the couch and the arm, body halfway laying, right leg on the ground. Kendall had moved with him, keeping as much contact between their bodies as possible, slamming his lips against the James' as he settled between the singer's legs. This kiss was just as hard as before, loud smacking lips, sloppy motions, harsh breathing, more heated motions than actual finesse or skill.
The blond's hands slipped down the brunet's torso, working the button of the singer's jeans through the hole, lowering the zipper. Their lips parted, foreheads pressed together, breath mingling as their eyes locked and their chests heaved. The younger male took hold of the elder's jeans, pushing down, wordlessly asking if it was okay. James nodded, bucking his hips slightly in his own silent ascension.
Using his nose, Kendall tapped at the other male's chin, tilting his head back. He attached his lips to the elder's throat, sucking his adam's apple, licking at the hollow of his collarbone, sliding a hand inside the singer's boxers. A gasp came from between James' lips, his hips bucking at the contact as the younger male wrapped his fingers around the singer's cock.
"Fuck, your skin is rough," the elder male commented, head tilted against the back of the couch.
"Hockey and guitar," the younger stated without thinking, his lips moving along the other male's collarbone, hand slowly stroking up and down.
James let out a small whine, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he started moving his hips in rhythm with the blond's motions. "You still—fuck—you still gotta. Play for me."
Kendall smirked, moving down between the brunet's pecs, heading towards one of his nipples. "You still gotta mark me." He closed his lips around one of the hardened nubs, sucking hard, causing a long, loud groan to come from the singer's chest up through his throat. The elder's ass practically left the couch again, head slamming back even more against the cushion, when the younger bit it.
"Shit!" James called out, panting, fingers of one hand tangling in Kendall's hair as the other gripped the arm of the settee, hips lowering back down. "Ah, fuck, Kendall. Suck me."
The blond smirked, moving over to bite the other male's nipple and retching out another whine-turned-groan, before kissing his way down the middle of the singer's torso as he slid down onto the floor between the elder's legs. Nibbling the brunet's lower abdomen, Kendall worked the jeans and boxer briefs down some, pulling James' hard cock out. The organ was bright red, angry looking, the crown glistening with precome that had already been smeared around it. Rather than waste time to actually visually take in the full look, or appreciate the fact that he was finally able to see the dick that he'd been imagining was driving into him for months, Kendall cut to the chase and wrapped his lips around the head.
A small gasp of sorts left James' parted lips, the teen looking up to see the singer's eyes fixated on him. The blond lowered his head down, taking more of him in, not stopping until he felt the tip hit the back of his throat. He didn't hesitate to pull back to the head, sucking hard, wrapping his hand around the shaft before taking it in his mouth once more. His head and hand moved in sync, bobbing up and down the singer's dick, a mix of sucking and stroking. He twisted his hand, his head, starting up a rhythm that was clearly being enjoyed by the elder male, judging by the reactions.
James' breathing was out of control, exhales practically moans, his chest rising and falling at a harsh and rapid rate. His stomach was clenching, hips bucking, fingers tight in Kendall's hair, tugging and making the blond moan.
"Ah, shit!" the singer called out, head falling back. "So fuckin' close."
The teen didn't comment, just watched as the elder male lifted his head back up, saw the way his teeth sank into his own bottom lip. He kept up his ministrations, working the singer's dick in and out of his mouth, sucking, licking, moaning. He could practically feel the other male getting close, feel his balls draw up tight, feel the cock in his mouth twitching more.
The brunet's breathing was harsher than before, shallow pants and whines before he let out a "shit, fuck, Kendall!" That was all the warning the blond got, just enough for him to be able to pull back so only the head remained in his mouth. James completely let go, his come spurting into Kendall's mouth, hitting the back of his throat as the younger male tried to swallow as quickly as possible. He sucked it all down, kept working him with his hand for a few strokes more as he pulled his mouth away and licked him clean. The pop star breathed hard, a satisfied laugh leaving him as he smiled widely, letting out a pleased groan immediately after.
Sitting back on his heels, the teen released the singer's softening cock, seeing it lay on the other male's flat abdomen. His tongue darted out to lick his lower lip, a little sore from being stretched, but nothing he couldn't handle. Worth it really to see that dazed look on the elder male's face and knowing that he'd put it there.
"Wow," James commented, hand finally releasing the couch arm, going up to finger-comb his bangs. "You are so doing that again."
Kendall's lips twitched in a half-cocked smirk, a dimple forming in his cheek. "Only if you return the favor."
The singer smirked back, leaning forward. "Not a problem," he stated, wrapping a hand around the back of the teen's neck and bringing him closer so their lips could connect. But unlike their other kisses, this one was slower, less heated or sloppy, but no less intense in the feelings it created inside of the younger male.
Until a phone beeped loudly.
James groaned as he pulled away and sat back on the couch. "Who the fuck am I killing now?" he muttered, pulling his iPhone out his jean pocket. "Logan, of course." He rolled his eyes as he looked at the screen, sliding his finger on it as he seemed to check a text. "We gotta go in five minutes."
Kendall nodded, mind going back to the small snippet of conversation he'd overheard earlier. "Radio interview, right?"
Putting his phone to the side, the brunet put his cock back in his boxer briefs, re-doing his pants as he spoke. "Yeah. I got a buncha shit I need to do today, so we might not be alone as much as we want."
The blond shrugged as he rose to his feet, standing in front of the other male. "Doesn't matter. At least we can be together at all, right?"
Looking up at the younger male, the elder smiled widely, that twinkle back in his eyes. "Yeah." He stood up, putting his hands on the blond's bare hips, pecking his lips. "You might wanna get changed though. Sure your boxers can't feel too comfortable right now."
In all honesty, Kendall hadn't really thought about it, his mind distracted with other thoughts concerning getting James off. But now that he was made aware of it...
He squirmed, feeling the wetness against his cock, knowing the discomfort would grow when it dried. "Good idea."
James smiled, kissing the teen's nose before giving a slap to his ass. "Go get changed. I'll tell Logan we'll be down soon."
Kendall nodded, walking over to the bedroom door, picking up his discarded tee and beanie from the floor before heading inside. He went straight to his duffel, crouching down and unzipping it, grabbing the first pair of boxers he could find. Only to put them back to search for a particular pair, smirk forming on his face when he pulled out the black boxers with the skull on the ass.