A/N: First of all, I wanna apologize for the delay on this one. Gracie has this thing where she can tell I'm tryna write and does everything in her power to stop it and/or make it pretty much impossible to do.
Secondly, HUGE shout-out to Maria (MeHeartsKendall) for the gorgeous photoset she made for this fic. LOVE it, truly amazing. Thanks again, hun
Third, the original plan had other things happening in this chapter but once again, these assholes took over and did their own thing. Seriously. A good ninety percent or so of this is NOT what was originally written in my plot notes, but then I got to writing it out and...sigh. But the original stuff will be in the next chap. I hope.
Ass covering about iPhones. Um, not sure what else. Currently making sure Gracie and Scrappy's play-fighting doesn't turn to bloodshed. Oh! Credit to Yogi Berra for the chapter title. Enjoy the update!
Kendall woke up with lips on his neck and a hard dick between his cheeks. Okay, there were two layers of boxers in the way, but he could still feel it laying along the crack, pressing, throbbing, wordlessly speaking of activities to come. A smile formed on the blond's face, a low satisfied "mmm" leaving him as he moved his hips and pressed back against the singer.
James pulled his lips away from the skin of the teen's neck where he'd been kissing his way from behind the ear to the shoulder. A small groan came from parted lips, a throaty exhale following, as his broad frame pressed into the teen's lean back more. Using the arm already around the younger male's torso, the elder moved his hand from where it sat with fingers splayed over the other guy's chest down his torso, wrapping it around the blond's waist and holding him tight.
The blond's bottom lip made its way between his teeth, Kendall biting down as he felt the brunet start rutting against him, a preview of what was to come. He thought back to previous phone calls, to the singer's throaty words of how he'd wake the teen up, promises of morning sex and rim jobs. And while it technically wasn't morning anymore, he was still holding out hope for a wake-up fuck.
Kendall started moving his hips back against the other male's, grinding against the hard cock that was trying to work its way between his cheeks. James rested his forehead on the blond's shoulder, breath coming out in pants, fingers clenching the smaller male's hip as it lay on the bed.
"Fuck, Kendall." The words were breathed out, ghosting down over the younger's dampening skin, causing a shiver to race up his spine.
A groan escaped the blond's mouth, lips parting and hanging open, eyes drifting closed. He felt an overwhelming sense of déjà vu, mind back in that fucking dressing room in St Paul, where he'd heard those exact same words spoken in almost the exact same way in almost the exact same situation. The two of them grinding against each other, moaning, getting more worked up with each passing second as the sexual tension grew to an unbearable level. And just like before, the teen had the exact same response.
His right hand slid under the pillow, gripping onto the case, left hand fisting the sheet as his arm stretched out in front of him, his words leaving him in a harsh groan. "Please."
But James didn't stop his actions, didn't pull away, didn't leave. Sure, a swear was muttered just like last time, only it was lacking the closed-off, shut-down tone of before.
The brunet lifted his head, biting down on the blond where neck met shoulder, earning a gasp that turned into a groan. Unwrapping his arm, he moved his hand to the smaller's shoulder blade, pushing slightly.
The younger male took the hint, rolling over onto his stomach, feeling his heart pounding against the mattress, his breath leaving him in harsh gasps as he turned his head to the side. Out the corner of his eye, he watched the elder move on top of him, felt his hair being tugged and his head slightly pulled back. Open mouthed kisses were placed along the column of his spine, hands gripping his hips, the body on top of his slowly moving downwards.
Both Kendall's head and heart were racing, having a damn good idea what was about to happen, memories of his first phone sex session flashing in his mind and what the pop star had said he'd do to him. His bottom lip made its way between his teeth once again, fingers fisting the sheet underneath the pillow, back arching up to meet the other male's lips. His cock throbbed in his boxers, pulsing in anticipation, his ass clenching and relaxing as he waited for the brunet's next move.
James straddled Kendall's legs, tongue sliding along the hem of the blond's undies, hands still gripping the leaner male's hips with his thumbs rubbing the smooth skin of his lower back. The smaller male's breathing was shaky, ragged, body trembling beneath the larger frame of the singer, eagerly awaiting what was gonna happen. The elder male sat up, ass resting on the younger's thighs, hands moving to his ass and palming the cheeks, before letting out a small laugh.
The fuck?
Kendall lifted his head, turning it somewhat to look at the singer, eyebrow cocked in confusion. "Care to enlighten me about what the fuck is so funny?"
"I just can't believe you wore 'em," he commented, smiling widely, still chuckling lowly, still palming and massaging the blond's ass.
Confusion was still the primary emotion in the teen's mind, until he noticed where the pop star's hazel eyes were trained: the back of his boxers, where a giant white skull sat.
A smirk played on the blond's face, shrugging a shoulder like it wasn't a big deal. Which it wasn't. "You wanted me to," he reminded the brunet. "You told me to wear 'em so I am."
A strange look came across the singer's face, almost like he wasn't entirely sure how to react to that statement, brow drawn as he looked down at the printed skull. Okay, not exactly the reaction he thought he'd get. He figured he'd get a huge smile, a grin that showed how pleased the elder male was that the younger remembered that convo, a naughty glint in hazel eyes that told what the green-orbed one's reward would be for listening. The last thing Kendall figured he'd be getting was a confused guy who seemed not to know how to react or what to do next.
Kendall rolled over onto his back, James slightly lifting up to allow the movement, head still tilted down and brow still drawn. The blond placed his hands on the other male's thighs, rubbing them soothingly, face full of confusion and concern. "You okay?"
The singer nodded, lifting his head to show the fake twist of his lips that was supposed to be a smile. "Fine."
"You don't seem fine," the teen pushed, knowing he was doing exactly what he found annoying in other people. If he said he was "fine", "okay", "just great, thanks for asking", he actually meant "convo's over, quit talking 'cause that's all you're getting outta me." Yet there he was, pressing, trying to get the elder male to open up and tell what was wrong when he hated assholes who did that very thing. Hypocrite much?
The brunet's brow furrowed once again, face serious, lost, unsure. His tongue darted out to wet dry lips, the blond swallowing hard at the sight as he reminded his twitching dick that he had to deal with more important matters at that moment in time. There'd be plenty time later on to feel the wet muscle on his hard cock.
Thinking about that future moment wasn't helping though.
His brain wasn't taking the hint.
Focusing on the other male did help, forcing him to pay attention to what was going on in that moment instead of moments to come. He watched the elder male shrug a shoulder, shake his head, fingers combing the hair at the top of his head. "I'm just not used to anyone actually doing what I ask."
Okay, that was confusing as fuck and quite possibly a load of shit. "What are you talking about?" he questioned, eyebrow cocked, hands still as they lay on top of James' thighs. "People do what you ask all the time. Perks of being a rock star, right?"
The singer shook his head. "You'd think that, but it's mostly me following orders and doing whatever I'm told to. Go here, sing that song, do that dance, smile pretty for the camera. You think I'd be used to it after how I grew up."
The teen swallowed hard against the lump in his throat, his heart stopping, lungs freezing. This was it, a huge moment in their relationship-if it even was a relationship-a moment where the truth would be revealed, past secrets unearthed, skeletons let out the closet. It was gonna be a huge turning point for the two of them, the blond knew it deep down in his soul, and he was trying like hell not to fuck it all up.
"Whaddya mean?" He kept his voice low so as to not freak the singer out and scare him silent.
But that's what happened anyway. James shook his head, essentially shaking away the comment and the question, trying to change the conversation. But Kendall wasn't about to let it go that easily. He didn't leave in the middle of the night and fly over 1500 miles just for them to continue to be distant emotionally and keep hiding shit from each other. No, that shit was gonna change.
"Tell me," he urged, green eyes locked onto hazel ones.
"Just what I said," the brunet stated, seeming reluctant as ever to talk about this sorta shit. "I got told what to do, how to act, how to be. And now with this career, that shit hasn't seemed to change."
"But I'm sure you get to boss people around, too," Kendall pointed out. "Shit, you told Logan we had to stop by Starbucks on the way to the station."
James hands wrapped around the blond's biceps, thumbs rubbing the pale skin, the edge of the bandana he wore tickling the younger male. "That's different. That's Logan. It's hard to explain, but-" He trailed off, ending his statement with a sigh.
"I get it," the blond stated, mind thinking of Carlos back home, memories of all the shit he'd put the Latino through flashing in his head and how the smaller guy always seemed to pull through for the taller. He didn't deserve a friend like that. Hell, there was a lotta shit he didn't deserve really.
Shoving that shit aside, he focused on the conversation at hand once more. "If it makes you happy, you can order me around all you want," he told the elder male with a smirk.
A matching salacious smile formed on the singer's face, eyes sparkling with naughty ideas of what could happen between the two of them in that bed. His thumbs continued to rub at the blond's biceps as his tongue licked his lips once again. "Sounds good to me," he replied, hazel eyes lowering to the other male's lips. "In fact, I think I'll start by ordering you to put that sarcastic mouth of yours to good use and wrapping it around my cock again."
The younger male bit his lower lip, hips bucking up, mouth watering at the remembered taste of the elder male. He actually really loved sucking dick, especially one as nice as James'. So the thought of getting to go down on him again was a major fucking turn on.
Smirk still on his face, he moved his hands to the brunet's shoulders, lifting himself up as he pushed on the other male, flipping them over so he was on top. The pop star grinned up at the teen, hands on the younger male's hips, gripping them hard. Kendall moved so he was straddling the elder male's pelvis, their erections pressed together and making them both groan at the feeling. Not wanting to let another moment go to waste, he leaned down, connecting their lips in a heated kiss.
James didn't hesitate to kiss back, their lips slotted together perfectly, moving in harmony. It didn't take long for their tongues to join in, another battle for dominance starting up, neither male backing down or giving in to the other. Their hips ground together, the blond pressing down hard as the brunet bucked up, moans being swallowed by the other male, harsh exhales forcing their ways out their noses and onto the other guy.
The teen smoothed his hands on the elder male's broad chest as the pop star's disappeared down the back of his boxers, palming the younger's cheeks, massaging them, spreading them apart to slip his fingertips in between.
Only to have an alarm go off on Kendall's right. Fucking cock block.
Lifting his head, he sat up, panting hard, glaring at the nightstand where James' iPhone sat, lit up and expelling a good awful beeping. Stupid fucking technology. He thought it was supposed to help folks get laid, what with sexting, Skype sex, and Craig's List. But nooo, there it was preventing the act from happening. Phones sucked.
With a groan, he leaned over, ready to grab the smartphone and shut it up, only to have the singer's eyes go wide in a panic. The brunet sat up suddenly, nearly knocking the blond backwards, letting out a loud "no!" as he leaned towards the nightstand himself.
Well, that could be added to the List of Weird Shit James Did Or Said That Day.
Cocking an eyebrow, Kendall pulled his hand back and put it on the singer's lower abdomen, confusion on his face at the other guy's weird reaction. Clearly there was something on that iPhone he didn't want the teen to see, didn't want the teen to know about. But what? It was a fucking alarm, not that big a deal really.
He always heard celebs were eccentric, but that was a li'l extreme.
James snatched his iPhone from the nightstand, hiding the screen from Kendall as he switched the alarm off, before laying it facedown next to him on the bed. A harsh sigh left him, hand roughly rubbing its way down his face, eyes turned down at the sides in sadness. Both hands back on the younger male's hips, he rubbed his thumbs on the V located there, hazel orbs staring straight ahead at a bare torso.
"We gotta get up now," the brunet stated unnecessarily, reluctantly, not seeming to want to but knowing he had to. The blond figured it was partially because of the whole being told what to do all the time thing, partially because he wanted to stay in bed with the teen. At least Kendall hoped that was part of it.
The younger male nodded, knowing the elder was right but not liking it either. He was aware of the fact that the weekend wasn't gonna be just the two of them-which just really fucking sucked-that he'd hafta share the other male, that alone time was gonna be a rare thing. But he shoved his disappointment aside, reminding himself that at least he'd have those few moments, that at least he'd be around the singer physically at all, and that was more than he'd had before. Fuck only knew if and when he'd have the chance to do it again. He needed to take advantage of it when he could.
"So," the singer started, eyebrow cocked. "You gonna get off or-" he trailed off, letting the rest of the question hang.
The teen smirked, hands gripping the elder's shoulders as he ground down against him. "Oh you want me to get off?" he questioned, knowing that's not what the other male meant but not caring, only wanting to keep them both in bed for as long as possible. And then for longer. "I can do that," he continued, still pressing his hard cock against the elder's, touching their foreheads together and feeling the singer's harsh pants against his lips. "I can even help you get off, too. Several times."
James groaned, a throaty sound, his eyes drifting closed as he moved his pelvis against the blond's. Clearly he was on board with this plan, had zero issues with letting Kendall get him off-repeatedly-no problems with the two of them staying where they were and giving into baser instincts. But, like before, the singer's iPhone wasn't on the same page as the two males.
The brunet's sexual groan turned into a frustrated one as the device beeped on the bed. He muttered threats and swears, the words "Logan" and "death wish" being used.
The blond didn't bother tryna grab the smartphone or checking the text that had come through, not after last time, not after the pop star's weird overreaction to the possibility of the teen seeing his screen. Instead, he simply dropped his hands onto his lap, careful to avoid his twitching cock that seemed to be wondering what the fuck was going on and why no one was touching it. Hanging his head, he was able to see the other male's motions, see the iPhone being grabbed, thumb sliding across the screen to get rid of the message. He didn't need to see the harsh sigh that was expelled, able to hear it, feel it as his own body moved with the action, air gusting on his bare chest.
James put his smartphone back where it had been, free left hand lifting up to rub harshly at his face as he stared at the device. Hand dropping to his side, he rubbed the back of his iPhone cover with his index finger, not seeming in a hurry to move, that reluctance still there.
Kendall lifted his head, looking at the small amount of James' face he could see, perfect cheekbones and slender nose, twisted lips and strong jaw. He could spend forever memorizing those features, tracing them with his eyes, fingers, lips. All he wanted was to stay in that bed—or any bed really, he wasn't picky—with the other male, the rest of the world forgotten, just the two of them and nothing else.
But reality actually existed and as much as things felt like a dream, the blond knew it wasn't so. Meaning they had to leave their li'l bubble and deal with the world outside.
And didn't that just suck?
With a sigh, he moved his hands to the singer's shoulders, watching as the brunet moved his head to meet his eyes. "We definitely hafta go now, huh?" the younger male questioned, voice low, sad.
The elder simply nodded, hands staying where they were on the bed, fingers wrapped around the iPhone and the sheets as though he was tryna keep the appendages there.
Sliding his own hands around, Kendall cupped the back of James' neck with his left, his right tangling in the soft strands of his hair at the back of his head before resting his forehead on the elder male's. "We still have tonight though, right? After the show?"
A smirk played on the brunet's lips, his own arms finally moving, wrapping around the younger male's lean torso and pulling him close, bare skin on bare skin. "Yeah," he replied, finger splayed on the blond's back. "Just you, me, and a whole lotta condoms."
The younger male cocked an eyebrow as he pulled his head away, getting a better look at the cocky expression on the elder's face. "A whole lot, huh?"
"Ohhh yeah," the singer stated, tongue darting out to lick his lips as his hands started moving down the teen's back. "I'm gonna make it so you can't walk right for a week." His hands landed on Kendall's ass, cupping it, giving it a squeeze, the blond's hips rolling in response and making the brunet bite his bottom lip.
The shorter male smirked, green eyes glittering with naughtiness and mischief. "Only a week."
"Smart ass," the taller muttered, leaning forward to reconnect his lips with the other male's for the upteenth time that morning. Not that the blond was complaining. He could kiss the brunet for the rest of his life, feel those lips moving against his, tongues tangling, teeth nibbling. And the way that make out session was going, the way things were heating up, it seemed like that would actually be happening, like they'd truly be kissing forever.
Until James' fucking phone fucking beeped a-fucking-gain.
Kendall was gonna find out the brunet's service provider and bomb the fucking place. Or more likely, kick Logan's ass, since chances were high it was the assistant again. Plus it'd be easier and cheaper and the blond would be less likely to go to jail that way.
Pulling away from James, Kendall withheld a groan, not bothering to hide the annoyance from his face or voice. "How the fuck does he know?" he questioned, watching the pop star grab his iPhone once more.
"'Cause he knows me," the singer muttered absently, more focused on typing on the touchscreen than what he was actually saying out loud.
The teen cocked an eyebrow at that, wondering exactly what that meant. Had the singer been in the situation before? Was the assistant constantly having to text to get the pop star to end his fuck-fests with other fans? Was this a common occurrence, one that happened frequently enough that the shorter brunet had developed a routine of getting the taller to end things? Was Kendall just helping feed James' habit?
Putting the iPhone down, the singer lifted his head, his own eyebrow arching at the look on the teen's face. "What?"
"Whaddya mean he knows you?" he asked, totally not sounding worried at all. "What's that gotta do with the constant texts?"
James actually looked nervous, panicked, if only for a split second, like he was freaked out cause he'd been busted saying something he hadn't meant to. But, like always, that mask slid in place and his voice remained calm and level as he covered his ass. "I have a habit of sleeping through my alarm. Not a morning person."
It was a load of shit and Kendall was fully aware. He knew the singer was, in fact, a morning person, countless stories of the brunet waking early for voice lessons or to practice on his own in the school's choir room. Hell, the pop star being an early riser was a fact the blond had tried to use as argument for why it wouldn't work between the two of them, why he shouldn't gain a crush, since he actually was prone to sleeping in.
But he didn't say any of that. He didn't wanna start some sorta argument or fight, didn't want to accuse the elder male of lying, didn't wanna piss the guy off by not believing him. That, plus he didn't wanna seem like a fanboy with his knowledge of the singer's habits. So he kept his mouth shut and nodded, making like he was buying what the brunet was selling.
James nodded back, hands on Kendall's hips again, only instead of holding the blond in place, he was moving the younger male off. The teen helped, raising himself onto his knees and slightly falling to the side, landing on his ass on the mattress. The brunet didn't hesitate to immediately get outta bed and the blond didn't hesitate to feel rejected. Bad enough he believed he wasn't the first to be in that situation with the pop star, the first to try and keep him in bed for illicit reasons. Now it seemed like James couldn't wait to get away from him.
A small sigh escaped him before he moved over and got out the opposite side of the bed, hand smoothing down his hair as he stood on the carpet. He could hear the rustling of fabric behind him, knew it was the singer putting his clothes back on, knew whatever moment was about to happen was over.
It was the dressing room all over again.
'Shocker! He's leaving you once more. But what did you expect? He's an international pop star with a steady stream of groupies waiting on their knees for him and you're... well, you.'
The truth was a hard lump in his throat that he tried to swallow, not having much success.
Shoving all that shit aside, he walked over and grabbed his pants off the ground where he left them, getting dressed. As he grabbed his wallet from the nightstand, he felt arms wrap around his waist, a hard torso pressing into his back, lips pressing to his ear.
"I'm sorry," James apologized, his voice low but sincere. "I'd say it won't always be like this but-" he trailed off, allowing Kendall to finish his statement.
"But you don't wanna lie."
The brunet nodded, putting his lips to the blond's cotton covered shoulder, the blond nodding back.
The teen turned, the singer's hands moving to cup his ass as the younger male laid his over the elder's shoulders. "It's fine. As long as I get you tonight."
That salacious smirk was back on James' face as he slid one hand over, pressing his fingers between Kendall's cheeks. Well, as much as he could with denim and cotton in the way. "All. Night. Long."
"Good," the teen replied, licking his lips before touching them to the singer's.
This time it wasn't the phone that interrupted them. It was a pounding at the hotel room door. James pulled away, letting out a harsh sigh before meeting Kendall's eyes.
"I'll go deal with the impatient jackass. You finish getting ready."
The blond nodded and with a slap to his ass, he felt the brunet pull away from his arms before leaving the bedroom of the suite. He held back a sigh, feeling like he'd done enough of that shit that morning, instead focusing on sliding his wallet into his back right pocket and clipping the chains to a belt loop at the front. Next was his socks, then his shoes, then his beanie before he stood once again, this time reaching for his iPhone. Only to stop when his fingers wrapped around the device.
His mind flashed back to a few minutes ago, to James' weird reaction when he tried to take hold of the singer's smartphone. He figured there'd be no reason to hide what the alarm said, whatever statement the pop star had programmed his phone to tell him when he woke up, so there had to be something on the lock screen he didn't want the teen to see. Paranoia took over, creating the theories that flashed through his head. Maybe the brunet was already in a relationship with someone else and was cheating with the blond. Maybe it was a photo of some groupie-or multiple groupies-he'd hooked up with. Maybe...
Okay, Kendall seriously needed to fucking stop that downward spiral before he ended up a splattered mess of heartbreak and insecurity. It didn't matter. It was just a fucking iPhone. Although that being said, he wasn't entirely sure he wanted the pop star seeing his own lock screen and figuring out exactly how hung up he was on the brunet.
Which just led him back to wondering why James would hide his screen pic. Merry-go-rounds are fun. About as fun as mood swings and emotional roller coasters.
Kendall wondered why they were called relationships and not relation-not-so-amusing-parks.
'Cause ships sink.'
'Oh. Right.'
Okay, he seriously needed to get perspective from someone other than his brain, someone not permanently residing in Nega-Town. A glance at the clock told him Camille was most likely awake, but he wasn't sure about school.
"Kendall!" James' voice called through from the main part of the suite. "You ready yet?"
"Yeah, I'm comin'!" he called back, sliding his iPhone into his front left pocket, figuring his phone call with her would have to wait. Double-checking he had everything, he left the bedroom and joined James, Logan, and Freight Train in the living area. A couple head nods in acknowledgment to the other two males and they were on their way out the hotel room once again.
And, like before, James didn't touch Kendall after he stepped into the hallway.
Fans were already waiting outside the arena when the limo pulled into the back lot where the buses and trucks were parked. Looking out the tinted window, Kendall could see more admirers lined up along the guard rails, screams piercing through the vehicle's shells and into the blond's ears. How the fuck James could stand that on a daily basis, he hasn't a fucking clue. He would've gone insane at that point.
The limo parked itself, Freight Train exiting first and giving the all clear before James got out. Logan was next, leaning up to the pop star's ear and saying something, getting a nod in response, as Kendall got out. The taller brunet glanced at him, giving him a small smile before heading over to the fans with his bodyguard.
Kendall had a brief moment of "the fuck do I do now?" before Logan clapped a hand on his shoulder and gave him a "c'mon." With a quick nod, the teen followed the assistant to the large doorway, both entering the backstage area. The blond stuck close to the brunet, looking around and taking in the bustle of people running around to do their job, preparing everything for that night's show.
Logan led him to a room marked 'Security', obtaining a pass for Kendall, who slipped it over his neck. The lanyard was kinda itchy and annoying on the back of his neck but it was better than dealing with the paranoia of having one of the guards throw him out because he didn't have the proper security clearance.
The brunet then gave a small tour of the backstage area, introducing the blond to various crew and band-members, telling them the teen was a friend of James'. Kendall didn't argue or deny it, figuring it was as close to accurate as possible, not to mention a good cover so no one would get suspicious. It was obvious Logan was aware of the singer's sexuality, and so was Freight Train, especially after the kiss in the limo and the moans the bodyguard probably overheard that morning. But that being said, Kendall had no idea what the other members of the James Diamond touring party knew so for the time being, Kendall was going along with their request to keep everything quiet and on the DL.
The tour ended at the singer's dressing room, where James was already waiting, pacing, finger-combing his hair. It was déjà vu all over again, Kendall flashing back to the last James Diamond concert he went, when Logan had led him to the dressing room, when the door had opened to reveal a pacing pop star, when he'd been pinned against the wall and kissed hard.
When James had walked out without a word.
Deja vu sucks.
The singer and his assistant started a convo about the schedule for the day, the teen not all that interested in hearing about how little time he'd have with the pop star. So instead he zoned out, walking around the room as he took in the items there. An open wardrobe case stood to the side, revealing James' onstage outfits, boombox on top of the red luggage. A table covered in food was on the wall with the door, a couch on the opposite side of the room. On the fourth wall was an entertainment unit with a pretty sweet looking tv, blu-ray player, and gaming system, part of the pop star's pre-show ritual.
Kendall headed to the catering table, teenage metabolism rearing its ugly head once again, stomach pissed he hadn't put anything in it for a while. He grabbed a carrot stick, biting down with a loud crunch, figuring it wouldn't be an issue if he just helped himself. The shit was free, plus he'd already had the singer's dick in his mouth. Putting a vegetable in it without permission didn't seem like that big a deal.
Turning around, he saw James and Logan wrap up their convo, the shorter male giving a pointed look to the taller as he muttered something through clenched teeth. The blond suddenly felt awkward, like he was intruding upon something he wasn't supposed to see or hear, but had nowhere else to go. Sure he'd been introduced to the rest of the crew but it wasn't like he really knew them or even wanted to. He flew out to spend time with James, not the guys putting the show together. And okay, most of the time he'd had with the singer was spent sleeping and making out but that was gonna change. He hoped.
His brow furrowed as he put the final piece of carrot in his mouth. He hadn't tried to kid himself into thinking he'd be able to spend countless hours locked up in a room somewhere with just James-although he wouldn't mind that happening-had known most of their time would be spent with other people, the singer having a busy schedule and all. And clearly sex was gonna happen, all the phone calls and the fooling around they'd done that day leading up to it, but he wondered if they were gonna have time to talk like they so desperately needed. He needed to know where they stood, what exactly they were to each other, what was happening between them, where everything was going.
He wondered if he'd ever run out of questions when it came to the other male.
Watching James nod at something Logan had said, head tilted down, hazel eyes locked onto his iPhone, Kendall figured the answer was "no".
Oddly enough, he was kinda okay with spending his time finding answers. And he knew it was because it meant he'd be spending that time with James.
Logan gave yet another pointed look at James, who responded with an eye roll, the shorter brunet sighing. He glanced over at Kendall for a brief moment before turning back to his best friend, resignation on his face, like he knew he was fighting a losing battle and was slowly giving up. Without another word, he turned and exited the room, closing the door behind himself.
Leaving Kendall alone with James.
It was the perfect opportunity, a chance to talk to the elder male about the million inquiries in his head, questions about their relationship, their future, the singer's iPod. But he never got a shot to utter a syllable, déjà vu hitting him again.
Or rather, James' body hit him.
Seconds after the door clicked shit, the brunet had the blond pinned against the wall, lips attached, pelvises grinding together, hands on the smaller male's hips. It took a moment for the teen to get over the initial shock, but he was soon kissing back, hands on the back of the singer's head, rutting back against him. He was still hard from previous activities in the hotel room, his cock pinched in the waistband of his boxers, throbbing against the dark cotton. And with the friction that was being created, the tongue in his mouth, the knowledge that the other male was erect, too, it was all making it worse. He needed something inside him and soon.
Almost as though he could read the younger male's mind, James slid his hands around to Kendall's back, under the blond's tee, gripping the skin there. The teen ground his pelvis against the pop star's harder, a whiny noise escaping his throat, a sound of pure desperation. The brunet took the hint-thank fuck-right hand slipping under the blond's jeans, into his boxers, middle finger sliding between his cheeks and rubbing over his entrance.
Kendall pulled away from James' lips, head falling back and hitting the wall behind him, his beanie cushioning the blow as he let out a low moan. He bit his lower lip as his eyes met the singer's, seeing that the bright hazel-green color had darkened, lids halfway closed and pupils blown. The blatant arousal on the elder's face amped up the desire in the younger, his need to be with the singer on a physical level getting worse, an ache that went beyond a throbbing cock and twitching hole.
The pad of James' finger started playing with Kendall's entrance, circling it, rubbing it, making the puckered hole pulse. The teen's breathing was shaky, harsh, small noises barely escaping past parted lips as he moved his hips back and forth between the elder male's finger and cock, needing more.
The brunet pulled his hand out, sucking and licking two fingers, getting them coated in his saliva, before putting his hand back where it had been, his now wet middle finger playing with the blond's hole once again. Their foreheads were pressed together, hips still moving, mingled breath coming out in harsh pants.
"Fuck, James." The statement was barely a whisper, leaving the smaller male in a sigh. "Please." He had no clue what exactly he was asking for, just knew that he wanted the singer to do something, anything to help him get off.
Luckily for him, the elder knew what to do, knew what the younger needed. He moved his head to the other male's neck, nuzzling just below the ear, the rasp of a few day's growth scratching the sensitive skin in a mix of pain/pleasure. His middle finger slipped inside of the teen, wrenching a gasp and a small moan from him, although he wasn't sure if it was from arousal or hurt. But his mind was distracted from the pain when the brunet attached his lips to the blond's neck, sucking hard on the skin.
A small "ah" noise came from Kendall, the blond moving his hands to the brunet's shoulders, gripping hard on the graphic tee, feeling the singer's finger slide in all the way. It was so much fucking better than he imagined, the other male's fingers not quite as long, but thicker, filling and stretching him more, better. He recalled hearing about some study that said a guy's fingers were more indicative of dick size than his feet and he hoped to fuck it was true. Cause if that was the case, when the two of them finally did get naked-and some lube and condoms-he knew he was gonna get the best fuck of his life.
James kept sucking Kendall's neck, seeming to be following through on his promise to mark the younger male, as he moved his finger in and out in a steady rhythm, one that matched the motion of his hips. The blond's eyes drifted closed, head tilted back and to the side, hitching a leg up and around the larger male in an effort to get closer, to get more friction where he so desperately needed it. His orgasm was close, the pressure building up inside and making his balls move closer to his body. He started worrying about what a fucking lameass he was, about how fucked up he'd seem to the pop star after coming twice due to dry humping.
But then the brunet bit down on the hickey he'd made and all thoughts went out the window.
Kendall's eyes went wide, hips jerking up harder against the other guy's, fingers digging into his shoulders as he yelled out a "holy shit, James!" He could feel the singer smirk on his skin, saw the cocky look on his face when he lifted his head and those dark eyes met green ones.
"Biting fetish, huh?"
Kendall just glared, refusing to acknowledge anything, refusing to let this egotistical fuckface know he'd figured something out, something he could use to his advantage. James just kept up the cocky grin, moving his head and biting the other side of he blond's neck, earning the same physical reaction.
"Fuck, yes, okay? Yes, I like being bitten," the younger male confessed, clawing at the elder's shirt, hips rolling more, so close to coming he could taste it.
"Good," the brunet simply stated, voice harsh, forehead pressed against the other's once again. "'Cause I just happen to be a biter. And a hair puller." As if to emphasize his point, he moved his free left hand under Kendall's beanie, grabbing hold of the long dirty blond strands at he back of his head and pulling.
The teen let out a moan that faded to a desperate cry of sorts, head tilting back again. "God, fuck me, please."
James didn't go through with his request, but did slide another finger inside of Kendall, the blond groaning and clenching around the digit. "So fucking tight," he muttered out harshly. "Fuck, please be a bottom."
"Most of the time," the smaller male replied, pausing to pant and swallow, trying to create some sorta moisture in his dry mouth. "Sometimes I top."
"I'll let you top me," the taller stated, eyes locked onto the shorter's. "I just wanna fuck all night with you."
"Starting now?" Okay, his voice was desperate, maybe even a little whiny, but the blond was so hard up, so close, so everything that it really couldn't be helped.
James swallowed hard, shaking his head, tongue darting out to lick his lips. "Can't. No time. Too close to fuck you right."
'Oh thank fuck,' Kendall thought, loving that he was able to get the singer so worked up, able to get the brunet off as easily as he did. But there was no fucking way he was gonna be the loser who came first twice. He was gonna make sure the elder male orgasmed before he did.
Without hesitation, he dropped his leg and quickly undid the other male's belt and jeans, so focused on his task that he barely noticed that James had stopped the motions of his hand and pelvis.
"Kendall?" His voice was shaky, unsure, not seeming to know what the hell was going on.
The blond simply smirked, spreading open the singer's pants and sliding his hand inside his boxers. "Relax," he instructed, noting that his own vocal chords were a little huskier than usual. "Gotta make sure you come."
The pop star opened his mouth to say something but never uttered a syllable. The teen's hand squeezing the base of his cock made it pretty much impossible to formulate words.
Kendall's smirk stayed, grew even, especially when he began hearing those little moans the singer let out as he moved his hand up and down the pop star's cock. He twisted his wrist, thumbed the head and slit, smeared the precome all around as he jacked the elder male off, relishing the fact that he was once again on his way to making the guy he had feelings for orgasm. He took in the feel of the soft skin on James' most sensitive organ, how much it differed from his own hockey and guitar roughened hands. He bit his lip as he heard the brunet pant, moan, whine, a soft cry of "Kendall" coming out at a low volume. He could stay there in that moment forever, spend all of eternity listening to those sounds, his heart pounding and stomach flipping at he knowledge that he was the cause of them.
But he never got a chance to fully appreciate them, to take the time to completely soak it in. James had started moving his fingers once again, sliding them in and out of his hole, rubbing his inner-walls and stroking sensitive nerves. Kendall's free arm went around the singer's shoulders, clinging on for dear life as he pulled himself closer. His hand was shaking as he continued stroking the brunet, his entire body trembling in the larger male's embrace. Resting his chin on a broad shoulder, he felt lips on his neck, not kissing, just panting, groans, harsh breath being forced out against his skin and causing him to shake even more. All of it was that same mix of too much but not enough, the pop star's skin hot, burning through the cotton of his t-shirt and the blond wanted to come to make it stop, to get some relief from the heat and the ache, but at the same time wanted it to last forever.
James shook, a loud groan and an "oh fuck!" being cried out as Kendall grazed his balls. Seeing it as a sign of weakness, the blond reached down and cupped the brunet's sack, squeezing, massaging, earning whiny groans that sounded a lot like the ones he'd let out earlier.
"Oh shit, Kendall," the singer exhaled loudly, forehead pressed to the teen's shoulder as his fingers lost their rhythm, his mind more focused on what was being done to him rather than what he was supposed to be doing. "I'm gonna-" His sentence was cut short by another high whiny noise, teeth biting down hard on his bottom lip.
Kendall moved his hand back, fingers wrapping around the singer's cock once again as the pop star's hips moved back and forth at a rapid pace, practically fucking into the teen's grip. The blond could feel the dick in his hand throbbing, pulsing, his tee being pulled at the back where the elder male had a death grip on it. It wasn't long before the teen felt the singer's cock jerk, come spurting out and onto his hand-as well as the pop star's boxers. James completely tensed against him, his hips still, a long groan of Kendall's name being exhaled against his thin shoulder.
The blond kept moving his wrist, milking every last drop out, kissing the singer's neck and rubbing his shoulder blades as he felt the larger frame trembling against him. For the moment, he'd completely forgotten about his own orgasm that was seconds away from being released or the fingers still buried to the hilt in his ass. All that mattered was James, was the singer being okay.
A long moment later, the brunet finally lifted his head, the sexiest look on his face. His lips were parted, jaw slack, eyelids halfway down as though they were too heavy to hold up anymore. His eyes were still dark, a satisfied light gleaming in them, determination plastered on reddened features. Without another word, he moved his hand to the back of the blond's neck, crashing their lips together in a sloppy, heated kiss that spoke more of desperation than skill. He began moving his fingers again, in and out, the teen fucking back onto them.
Kendall pulled his head away, hardly able to breathe, sharp exhales leaving him in short bursts. James kept his hand on the back of his neck, pressing their foreheads together, grinding his hips against the younger male's as the teen slipped his hand out, moving both to the elder's shoulders and fisting his tee.
Feeling the taller male come had pushed the shorter closer to his own orgasm than he thought and it was only a matter of a few seconds before he was painting his boxers once again. James' name repeatedly rolled of his lips like a prayer, like if he kept saying it, he'd keep coming, keep feeling that intense pleasure.
It was a long moment before Kendall was able to even begin to feel normal again. James had stilled his actions, but keep his hands in place, holding the teen to him. Like he was actually gonna fucking go anywhere. He was the one who got left, not the leaver. But he didn't say anything, just continued to try and regain a normal breathing pattern, just kept his eyes locked on the elder male's and tried to figure out what exactly was going on in the singer's head. His eyes held more emotions than colors, a strange mix the blond couldn't understand. Satisfaction, peace, fear, worry, confusion, need.
Instead of pondering it anymore, Kendall simply moved his head forward and kissed the brunet softly.
A small smile played on James' lips, a sigh leaving him as his eyes closed, pulling his hand out of Kendall's boxers and resting both on the smaller male's lower back. "What am I gonna do with you?" he spoke lowly, almost like he was asking himself more than the other male.
The blond knew it was a rhetorical question, knew it was deep, knew it was serious. He also knew that it wasn't exactly something he wanted to think about during his post-orgasmic bliss phase because more than likely, he wasn't gonna like he reasoning behind the inquiry. So he did as he usually did, made light of it, responded with a somewhat sarcastic statement.
"Fuck me in the hotel room after the show."
The singer laughed, eyes opening, sparkling once again, before his face went back to being serious. "Sounds good for now, but in the long run-" he trailed off.
The teen nodding, swallowing hard, knowing where the elder male had been going. It was a thought that had crossed his mind countless times that day, especially after that radio interview, something he knew they needed to discuss. And what better moment than when the two of them were alone, brains fuzzed out from coming, that moment when you were incapable of lying.
But as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, a knock sounded on the door.
Kendall pulled his head back to glare at the wood, brain coming up with numerous creative ways to kill Logan using stage equipment and instruments. James' was calmer, more resolute as he turned his head and called out a "yeah?!"
"Five minutes to soundcheck!" was the assistant's muffled response, the singer giving an "okay" in response before turning back to the teen.
A small sigh left the elder male, thumbs rubbing the younger's back through his t-shirt, head hanging. "I need to get cleaned up."
Kendall just nodded, knowing he should do the same, wishing he had a pair of clean boxers with him. Not that he knew this was gonna happen-since knowing and hoping were two totally different things-but it still would've been handy.
The singer nodded, too, before kissing the teen sweetly, a simple pressing together of their lips for a few seconds before he pulled back, kissing the blond's nose before smacking his ass and extracting himself from his arms. The smaller male watched the larger head to his wardrobe case, pulling open a drawer and grabbing something, tossing it to the younger male. Kendall flipped the small plastic packet over in his hands, seeing the white words on the blue plastic that told him they were baby wipes. Raising his head, he cocked an eyebrow in question as he looked at the other male, seeing him pull out a second pack.
James simply shrugged. "No time for a shower and these seem to work when I need a quick clean before meeting fans."
Sounded logical, Kendall nodding in understanding as he opened his own pack and pulled out a wipe. The two males got cleaned up in silence, nothing to say. What could be said really? It wasn't like they had time to talk about what they seriously needed to discuss, nor would they have time after soundcheck. Everything was just gonna hafta wait.
Come cleaned off and wipes thrown away, the twosome headed to the door, ready to leave. But when Kendall reached for the knob, James grabbed his hand and stopped him.
The blond turned to the brunet, seeing his head was tilted down, eyes trained on their clasped hands as the singer entwined their fingers. It was a long moment before he lifted his head, those hazel orbs meeting green ones, brow furrowed in concentration.
The younger male stood there silently, waiting for whatever it was the elder wanted to say, feeling like it was gonna be pretty damn important. Had to be. Why else would he stop the teen from leaving? Why else would he not be able to hold off on telling it? Why else would he be standing there looking like he was trying to figure out the right words?
But, like always, nothing happened the way Kendall thought it would. Instead, James just swallowed hard, tongue darting out to lick his lips before he spoke.
"Thanks."
The younger male's brow furrowed in confusion before he let out a small laugh, smirk playing on his lips. "Anytime."
The brunet gave an uneasy smile, giving the blond's hand a squeeze before letting it go. The teen wanted to ask what the hell that was all about, what exactly the elder male was thanking him for, why he said it. Only he couldn't. That mask was back on the singer's face, expression hiding everything that had happened between the two of them in the dressing room as he left without a word.
Deja vu still sucked.