A/N: Um, so. Literally. I didn't work on this for, like, three weeks. Then just sat and wrote it over two days. But I just... I dunno, wasn't into it, no inspiration or desire to work on it. Whatever. Blame Captain America/Chris Evans. I know Linda does ;) HE HAD A DATE, LINDA! HE. HAD. A. DATE!
Anyway, here it is. Update. Woot woot! This was planned *cough*horndogs*cough* but also is kind of a way of maybe sucking up and hoping you guys won't stay too pissed at me for taking so long. And I'd say it won't be this long before the next update, but I was taught never to lie soooo... Anyhoo, enjoy the update and um... Oh yeah, a review would be nice. Ya know, something other than "great chapter" or "update". Winkwinknudgenudge. Also, I've listened to nothing but the score from "Sunshine" for three days straight now. It'll probably be obvious at certain points during this...Right, gonna stop rambling and go. Until next time, people. I may or may not be off to watch a movie featuring a guy in a star spangled suit. *grabs tissues*
Sometimes, deja vu really fucking sucks, like the hurt and rejection felt in a dressing room when the guy you're into closes off and pulls away. Or when you take a frozen puck to the same unprotected part of your stomach. Or when someone tells you they don't love you, they never loved you, never wanted you.
Always fucking fun.
But then there were those rare occurrences where deja vu was awesome. Like when you wake up to lips on the nape of your neck, a hard body pressed against your back, even harder length between your asscheeks, and a hand stroking your cock. Kendall could get used to being woken up that way, get used to—and even enjoy—that sense of deja vu.
A moan escaped him, more ragged than usual due to sleep and previous activities, as his hips started moving, forward into James' grip and back against his dick.
The singer groaned, lips curving into a smile on the back of the teen's neck. "Mornin'," he greeted the younger male, his own voice a little rough. "You're a loud mouth breather."
The blond's eyes shot open, vaguely noting that it was still pretty much pitch black in the hotel room, the only light coming from the lamps outside in the parking lot. "What?" he retorted, not bothering to hide how offended he was or how much he didn't believe the brunet.
"It's true," the pop star stated, nuzzling the other male's hair line with his nose. The words he was speaking ghosted over pale skin, causing a shudder to race throughout the teen. "It's like sleeping next to Darth Vader."
Kendall let out an insulted scoff, jaw hanging in offense, face full of disbelief. "I do not."
"How would you know?" James questioned, nose grazing the other male, blowing on a weak spot behind the teen's ear that made the younger male bite down on his lower lip. "You're asleep."
The blond felt the hand around his cock lazily stroke towards the head, the organ swelling, filling with blood. "Yeah, well," he started, struggling to come up with a good response as his arm straightened out away from him, fingers gripping the edge of the mattress. "You snore."
"No way," the singer argued, licking the shell of the other male's ear before sucking on the lobe.
"How would you know? You're asleep."
The brunet released the blond's ear, letting out a grumble, clearly not happy his own words were being used against him. "I just know that I don't."
"But you do."
"Do not." He punctuated his argument by biting down on the teen's neck, making him gasp then groan, hips bucking, eyes closing.
"You don't fight fair," he complained breathily, grinding back against the other male and smiling at the whimper it caused.
"You weren't agreeing with me," James stated, pressing random kisses all over the blond's slim neck.
Kendall opened his eyes and rolled them, thinking that was a stupid and immature fucking reason, wondering when they went back to the first grade. "I'm not gonna agree with you when you're wrong."
"I'm never wrong. I'm James Diamond."
Another eye roll. "And I'm Kendall Knight and I don't give a fuck. I'm not gonna kiss your ass or say I agree when I don't, no matter how many platinum records or number one singles you have."
The brunet pulled back slightly, propping himself up on an elbow, the blond peeking up at him out the corner of his green eyes, seeing the quizzical look on his face. "Remind me again why I'm hanging out with you?"
The teen smirked, reaching behind himself and wrapping his hand around the other male's dick. "'Cause I give great head."
Letting out a small whimper, the singer licked his lips, eyelids drifting halfway down his eyes, hips bucking into the younger male's grip. "That you do," he commented before leaning back down, sucking on the smaller male's neck.
Kendall let out a gasp that turned into a moan, feeling the other male's muscular frame pressing into his back. His fingers flexed, releasing their hold on the edge of the mattress, his hips rolling, before the digits regained their grip. He felt the singer move his hand from around his dick to his hip, body lifting once more, turning the blond onto his stomach. After a few adjustments and maneuvers, the teen was pressed into the mattress, hips held in a bruising grip, the elder male straddling him and rubbing his cock between the younger's cheeks.
"Oh, fuck, James," he breathed out, burying his head in his pillow, gripping the sheet underneath as he lifted his pelvis and ground back. He was still open, still stretched, his dick and hole both twitching at the feeling of a hard length being pressed where he wanted it to be so bad.
James pressed kisses on the back of his neck, tongue tracing along the edge of his hairline, tasting the salt and sweat that was already forming on his skin. He sat up, fingers tracing down the length of his spine, before the flat of his hand curved over one cheek, gentle, affectionate, too much for the blond to handle and causing him to shiver. The brunet kissed his way down the smaller male's back, an open mouthed touch to each ridge, each vertebrae of his spine.
Until he got to Kendall's ass.
The teen was breathing shakily, almost trembling in anticipation, knowing what was coming next. They'd talked about it, almost had done it earlier that day—or the day before technically, but fuck if that mattered—and now it was finally gonna happen.
He turned his head to the side, swallowing hard, struggling to pull air in, forcing his fingers to relax their death grip on the cotton sheet. Probably should tell his toes to relax, too, considering how bad they hurt from where they were curled under the comforter.
Which was now being tossed to the side.
The blond closed his eyes tight, licking his lips before pressing them together, resisting the urge to curl up into a ball and hide himself. Not that he could with a hundred-eighty or so pounds of muscle on top of him. But as it was, he felt incredibly exposed, vulnerable, self-conscious as hell. Laying on a bed naked wasn't exactly something he did. His experience with sex tended to end with him putting his clothes back on and leaving. Very rarely did the other guy take the time to actually look at him, to actually map out weaknesses or faults or flaws on him. All he could think about were scars from years of hockey and just general rough-housing with Carlos as a kid. All he could think about was his mom's nagging at how he was looking too skinny and needed to eat a sandwich. All he could think about was how small he felt in comparison to James.
Self-Loathing, party of one, your table's ready.
Kendall felt the elder male move between his legs, felt them being spread apart, heard the mattress creak as the singer got settled. Hands gripped his cheeks, spreading them apart, and the blond felt his heart pounding, his stomach twisting, his muscles tensing. Then the pop star made his move.
James trailed his tongue between Kendall's cheeks, barely grazing over his hole. The puckered entrance twitched, tightening up then opening, as the teen raised his hips, attempting to get more contact. The singer flicked his tongue over it, making the blond whimper, hands fisting the sheet, lip bitten down on. He flicked his tongue again, and again, before slowly dragging it over the hole, a shuddered moan leaving the smaller male.
The brunet adjusted his grip, thumbs by the blond's hole, holding him open, before using his tongue once more. He traced around the entrance, over it, sliding his tongue inside just long enough to allow the other male to know it was in there before quickly pulling it out again.
"Fuckin' tease," the younger male breathed out, feeling the elder's chuckle ghost over his skin.
"You know it." An open mouth kiss was placed on one cheek, then the other, before his mouth fixed itself around the teen's hole and sucked.
"Oh shit!" Kendall's hips raised on their own, eyes shooting open, fingers flexed, toes curled. He could feel James' smirk against his skin, the singer kissing his entrance twice before sucking on it hard, longer this time. The blond was whimpering, eyes closed, arm shooting down to grab hold of something, anything, finding purchase on the pop star's forearm.
The brunet kept up his ministrations, sucking on the blond's hole, his tongue sliding in and swirling around. He flicked his tongue over it, slid it in and out, licked over and around and in. He pulled his head back, spitting inside the open entrance, sliding a finger inside and swirling the saliva around the puckered skin. He moved the digit in and out, licking and sucking around, a second finger joining the first as he played with the smaller male's still stretched hole.
The teen was shaking, breathing out moans. His hips were flexing on their own, cock rubbing roughly against the sheet, precome leaking out the tip. He wondered why he'd never been eaten out before, soon deciding he'd never really wanted anyone to. There was something way too intimate about having a guy so close to him, right at his entrance. It was one thing to have a dick inside of him; it was another thing entirely to have a face right there.
But fuck was it amazing. And while he wasn't entirely sure if it was the actions or the fact that it was James doing it that made it so incredible, he knew he didn't care. He was just gonna close his eyes and fucking enjoy the ride.
Well, was gonna do that anyway, until his impatience got the best of him.
His fingers dug into the other male's tan skin, hips still moving, breathing nothing more but harsh pants and loud moans as he slightly trembled. He needed more, needed something other than a couple fingers, needed to be filled in that perfect way only James was capable of doing. "Fuck," he breathed out, eyes opening, head tilting down. He caught only the top of the singer's head, only saw brunet locks, only saw his hand gripping onto tan skin as his ass was held spread apart. "Fuck me. Please. Oh god!" His eyes slammed shut and his head tilted back as he felt those fingers rub against his prostate, teasing, arousing, making his dick hurt with need.
"Say the magic words," the singer teased, kissing one cheek, smirking against pale skin.
"I will fucking kill you."
A chuckle left the elder male, fingers hooking inside of the younger and continuing their assault on the bundle of nerves.
"Christ! You motherfucker!"
"I'd rather be a Kendall-fucker."
"Get inside me and you can be a Kendall-fucker all you want." He was desperate, sounded it, but he didn't care. He moved his free arm, folding it under his neck, forearm resting on the mattress. Slightly bending his knees, he lifted himself off the bed some, hoping to gain more friction inside of him, hoping to ease the pain in his cock, hips still thrusting as he humped air.
"Impatient lil shit, aren't you?" It was said with a slight joking tone, but James still sat up, fingers remaining inside the teen, a third easily sliding inside.
Kendall gasped out, forehead on his arm, back arched. "Oh god, just please."
The fingers left him, his hole still gaping and twitching, grasping onto nothing but air. He heard the shuffling behind him, felt body heat and muscles as James reached over to the nightstand, grabbing hold of the lube and condoms. The rip of foil, the snap of rubber, the pop of a cap, then the squirt of liquid. All the sounds were taunting, mocking, making him aware of how close yet how far he was from being filled again.
The blond shifted, raising more onto his knees, forearms on the bed as he held himself up. He was still trembling, breathing still shaky, but he didn't care, didn't even think to try and calm himself down. He was too far gone while not being pushed far enough. He just wanted, needed, craved.
Hands were placed on his hips, a wet tip pressed against his entrance before pushing in, filling him up. Kendall let out a gasp, eyes opening wide, groaning as he felt James' fully enter him.
"Fuck." The swear was a praise breathed out from behind, the grip on his hips tightened. A shaky inhale, a harsh exhale, then the brunet began pulling out.
The blond felt his muscles relax, then tense up as the larger male pushed back inside. His fingers curved into fists, his lack of nails digging into his palms, his head hanging loose off tight shoulders. He breathed out a curse at the feel of the other male moving in and out, eyes drifting closed again, mind getting lost in other sensations. He could feel the stretch as he was filled, the emptiness as the singer pulled back. He could feel the other male's grip on him, feel the bruises practically being formed on pale skin. He could feel the slap of the larger male's pelvis against his ass, their balls colliding, rubbing. He could feel his own dick throbbing, feel it aching, begging wordlessly to be touched. He could feel the sweat forming on his skin, running down his neck, his arms, his legs.
But it wasn't just physical sensations that were heightened. He could hear the slap of their skin, the slick slide of the other male's cock as it pushed and pulled inside, the harsh breathing and stuttered moans. He could smell the sweat covering both of them, their own natural musks, that indescribable scent that could only be defined as "sex". He could practically taste the headiness in the air, the fucking, the arousal, the... everything as he panted, jaw slack, mouth open wide as he pulled air in in large gasps. It was fucking to the next degree, something that went beyond just having a dick sliding in and out of him. And the entire thing had him trembling on his knees and forearms.
James set a rhythm that was steady, not slow but not fast, driving into the smaller male at a regular pace. His hands smoothed down Kendall's spine, stroking, petting, soothing. He leaned down, arms wrapped around the younger male's waist, pressing kisses to the damp skin on his shoulders, his neck, his back. His breath stuttered as it left him, ghosting over pale flesh in a jerky rhythm out of touch with the smooth glide of his hips.
Kendall felt himself gasping, moving one arm so his hand was flat on the bed, fisting the sheet, elbow bent at an outward angle. He arched his back, allowing the larger male to drive into him deeper, causing them both to groan, to swear, to lose themselves for a moment and just feel.
"God, you feel so good," the brunet breathed out, the words tickling sweat-soaked skin on an already sensitive part of the blond's neck. He bit the flesh there, making the younger male cry out, head rearing back onto a broad shoulder, before kissing the mark better. "Fuck! You are such a bottom."
"Fuck you." It wasn't the best response in the world, but the teen had lost the ability to think long ago, the moment he felt the elder male's tongue on his hole, stabbing inside of him.
"Maybe some other time," he grunted, pushing himself back up onto his knees. "Wanna fuck you good first."
The blond groaned, head dropping down once more, as the brunet started pounding into him at a rapid pace. An "ah fuck!" was pulled from his lungs, toes curled, fingers fisting whatever they could grab onto, falling onto his forearm again. Every thrust was rubbing against his prostate, every pound was felt all over, the force of it pushing him forward. He reached a hand out, gripping the top of the headboard, using it to brace himself and stop from being shoved into it, using it to push back against the other male.
James' grip on Kendall's hips grew tighter, harder, fingers digging in and bruising more than before. He was relentless, slamming into the smaller male without a care, seeming to only give a shit about coming. Which was rapidly approaching for the blond.
The teen's head fell down further, forehead pressed against his forearm once again, right hand releasing the headboard and reaching back for contact with the elder male, grabbing hold of a large wrist and digging his fingers in. He could feel the muscles flexing, the blood pumping, tendons straining and relaxing. His breath was practically being shoved out his lungs in harsh exhales that hurt his throat, raw moans being forced from his chest up through parted lips that felt dry, cracked, bitten red and sore. He was a crumbling mess, a fraction of what he'd been before, seams barely held together and threatening to fully break apart within a few moments, all because of the male slamming into him from behind.
Kendall felt his eyes drift closed again, felt that familiar fire overtake him, radiating from where the other male was driving into him, spreading throughout his body, flames licking at every inch of his being. It was like he was hurtling towards the sun, being guided, being pushed closer with each thrust, each pound. It was unbearable, excruciating, intense, yet beautiful, overwhelming, awe-inspiring. He wanted to feel the heat, the flames, the devastating power of it all. He wanted to be burned alive, wanted to be scorched, wanted to be engulfed and destroyed.
And the way his orgasm was building inside, he knew he'd more than likely get that wish.
"Fu-uck." The broken swear was pounded outta him, followed by a long groan, a weak whimper, a hard swallow. The base of his spine was tingling, cock aching, begging to be touched. And fuck, did he want to. But his fingers seemed to be locked around the singer's wrist, his other arm struggling to hold him up, and all he could do was let out a noise that sounded vaguely like a sob.
"You close?"
He nodded, the sweat on his arm and forehead making the motion easier. A muffled "mm-hmm" sounded out and he wasn't entirely sure if he made it or not. Thinking hadn't been an option for a while, and that sure as shit hadn't changed. But he knew he was close, beyond close really, so fucking almost there that it would only take a hand touching his dick to make him blow.
So why James pulled out was beyond him.
Kendall didn't get a chance to complain, to make any sorta pissed off noise. He was flipped onto his back, legs splayed, too weak to be held up. The elder male settled between the limbs, settled on his own legs, then lined himself up and thrust back inside, hands on the younger's thighs for leverage. The blond let out a whine tinged groan, head rearing back, eyes slammed shut, fingers tightly gripping the sheet on either side of him. He couldn't handle it, couldn't take it, couldn't...
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
"C'mon, Kendall," the brunet started, still slamming into him, still pounding, still holding on hard. "Lemme see you come apart. Wanna see it."
The teen opened his eyes, looking up to see the elder male staring down at him, at his dick as it throbbed on his abdomen. He was waiting for it, totally enraptured, enthralled. He wanted to see the younger male come, wanted to see him blow. And fucking hell was that sexy.
That thought in mind, the blond tried his damnedest to keep his eyes locked on the other male's face as he felt himself begin to fall apart. Only it was too no avail. His eyes practically rolled to the back of his head as his skull leaned back, spine arching, toes curled so far he was surprised they didn't break. He knew he was coming solely because he was feeling something wet hit his torso, but the rest of his body had gone completely numb. He was burning, he was being engulfed, he was seeing that blinding light that could only come from being swallowed by the sun. It was terrifying, it was thrilling, it was...fuck, it was just awesome.
James stilled his motions, wrapping his fingers around Kendall's dick, stroking him, milking him for all he had. The blond could do little more than lay there, trembling, shaking, his body convulsing as his orgasm still washed over him. Part of him was aware that the brunet was pulling out, moving, shifting down between his legs and leaving over him, but a much bigger part of him didn't realize any of it was happening. Not until he felt a tongue on his torso.
He opened his eyes and locked down, seeing the elder male licking up the come on his chest and stomach. The tip of the singer's tongue inadvertently hit his cock a few times, causing full body spasms and gasps to hit the teen, the oversensitive organ unable to handle to contact. The pop star wrapped a hand around his base, taking him in his mouth, deep throating him and causing him to practically cry out. It was too much, way too much, and he nearly begged the other male to stop.
It took him a long moment to recover, still slightly shaking as he managed to meet the singer's still dark eyes. It hit him what happened, what was going on, that the other male hadn't come. In a sudden burst of energy, he sat up, hands on the brunet's chest and pushing him back onto his spine. He kissed him hard, tongues battling, lips smashing and bruising against teeth. One hand on the other male's chest, he reached down and rolled off the condom, tossing it to the side before pulling his head away. No hesitation in sight, he moved down, taking the other male's cock in his mouth.
"Ah, shit!" James let out a gasp, leaning back on his elbows, head hanging behind him. His stomach clenched up, muscles tight yet spasming.
Kendall flicked his eyes up as he swallowed as much of the elder's dick as he could, loving the sight. The small amount of light from the parking lot outside threw shadows over the singer's frame, causing his abdominals to seem more cut, his jawline more angular, his adam's apple more prevalent as he swallowed hard. God, even in the low light he was beautiful, a work of art, something that the teen knew he didn't deserve but for some reason was actually allowed to be in his presence.
At least for the moment.
Shoving that thought aside, he set to work on the brunet's dick, pulling him out and sucking on the head. He heard as well as felt the other male's small "ah" noises, felt fingers being tangled in his hair, the strands tugged. Moans left the teen at the sensation, the sounds vibrating around the elder male's cock, causing his hips to buck up.
"Oh goh—fuh—shit!" The nonsense ramblings were accompanied by a moan, another thrust of the hips. And as the younger male gave one hard suck, the elder blew his load, body tensing up as a stream of profanities and praises and Kendall's name left his lips in a rush.
The blond swallowed it all, savoring the salty-sweet taste, a feeling of awe hitting him as he realized he'd had the opportunity to go down on the guy he liked—a celeb crush in all technicality—twice now. He licked the other male clean, enjoying every drop, loving the small twitches not only wracking his still hard member, but also throughout his entire body.
James lifted his head up, using the hand in the younger male's head to pull him up, a gruff "c'mere" being commanded as he did so. Kendall went willingly, their lips crashing together in a kiss that was heat, passion, and an underlying gratefulness, an unspoken "thanks" for what had just happened. The blond lost himself in the action, tongues dueling, lips smacking, careful not to allow his tired body to lay on the other males, not wanting their too sensitive cocks to rub and cause pain. Too much, too soon. Still not enough.
The kiss slowed down, trailing off into a few brief meetings of lips, foreheads touching, breath mingling. The teen swallowed hard, watching as the singer licked his lips, both wearing smiles.
"You okay?" the brunet questioned, seeming genuine worried, the hand in blond locks now gentle, stroking.
The smaller male nodded, ignoring the small throb in his backside, knowing it would pass, knowing he'd felt worse. Besides, it was all worth it, knowing he'd had the other male inside him once more enough to make any pain worth it. "Fine. You?"
The pop star laughed, nodding, his free arm rubbing up and down the paler male's arm. "Great."
"Good." Kendall pressed another kiss on the elder male's lips before moving back, flopping backwards onto the mattress, head landing on the pillows. It took James a moment, but he managed to crawl over beside him, landing on his own back on the younger male's left. And, like before, the blond snuggled up to the brunet, arms wrapped around a wide frame, head on a broad chest. And, like before, the elder male froze before embracing the other male.
"Thought you said you weren't a cuddler," he pointed out, one arm around the smaller male, hand on his shoulder.
Kendall snuggled closer, leg laying on top of the other male's. "I'm not. You're just very cuddle-able."
James snorted and the blond could practically feel the eye roll as the singer raised a hand and wiped at his own stubbled chin. "I don't feel like a cuddle-able guy," he stated, dropping his arm to his side. "My family wasn't really one for being cuddly or shit."
If he'd been more awake, more aware, the teen would've realized what a confession that was, how it was a small piece of that wall the singer had being chipped off. A hole had been made, allowing the younger man to peek through, see into what made James James. But as it was, all he was aware of was how tired and worn out he was, how the numbers on the alarm clock across the bed had a blurry four at the beginning of the three-number time, how heavy his eyelids were, and how great sleep sounded at that moment.
He muttered out a "mine neither", which wasn't a lie really, eyes closing. "Mom used ta be. Not no mo'. Think I scared her off which is 'kay 'cause she's nosy and needs to stop talkin'."
"You should be glad your mom wants to talk to you."
"Mmm." It was as non-committal as a sound could be as he felt himself drift off, everything getting blacker as he fell asleep to thoughts about what his mom would think when—if, his mind corrected—she met James.
The room was still mostly dark when Kendall awoke later on, this time on his own. Well, kinda on his own. Mostly it was his bladder.
Fucking asshole.
With a groan, he stretched, realizing he was now on his side, James wrapped around him from behind. A small smile formed on his face and he closed his eyes, satisfied to just stay there forever, safe from the world outside and all its bullshit.
His bladder practically yelled to be emptied.
Major fucking asshole.
Scrunching his face up, he sat up, feeling that broad arm fall down, extracting his legs from under a much larger one. Sitting on the edge of the bed, he turned and looked at the other male, admiring the expanse of naked skin, neither having bothered to pull the comforter over them after their last round. Christ, the guy was huge. Only had about an inch or two of height on Kendall, but he was much wider, more built. He could crush the blond if he wanted, but the teen knew he wouldn't.
Shit. Bladder.
Raising up with stiff limbs, he held back another groan before shuffling over to the bathroom. He closed the door over before doing his business, not wanting to wake the other male up. He looked too cute when he was asleep.
He frowned at the cheesy ass excuse for "art" that hung above the toilet. "Cute"? Seriously? His fucking mental vocabulary was clearly in need of being reworked cause that shit wasn't gonna fly.
Bladder happily emptied, he flushed and washed his hands, heading back to the bed. Only to trip on something on his way.
He looked down at the fabric tangled over his foot, seeing a pair of jeans, feeling something hard under his foot. Hard, flat, and rectangular. Like an iPhone. Fuck, those things were fucking expensive and it took him fucking forever to save up and, shit, those things crack easily.
Moving his foot, he crouched down, reaching into the pocket and taking out the smartphone. He couldn't see anything in the blackness, unable to tell if there were any cracks or other damage done. So logically the only thing he could do was light the screen up.
Which he did.
Only to realize it wasn't his phone, but James'.
Meaning he could see James' lockscreen.
And now he understood why the singer hid it from him.
The picture was only vaguely familiar, mostly because he'd never actually seen it, but he sure as shit remembered it being taken. He remembered feeling the other male pressed against his side, remembered his hand on the singer's back, the larger male's arm wrapped around him and holding him close. He remembered the cameraman counting to three, the flash, the mix of sadness that the moment was over and the joy of having it captured on film forever. He remembered the singer demanding a second picture being taken because his eyes had been closed.
Only that wasn't the truth.
Because on that screen, as clear as the small amount of pixels could allow, was James with his eyes wide open, and staring right at Kendall. And it wasn't just staring, it was a look of awe, of near disbelief that the blond was there, like he was the celeb and the brunet was the star-struck fan. And there was Kendall, totally unaware, lost in his own mental freak-out over being in the other male's embrace. God, he felt like a fucking moron. The entire time he'd been worried over if he was remembered or if the elder male felt the same, had felt the same intensity, the same attraction, the same need to just be together, all that bullshit, and it seemed like the answer to all his questions had the same one word answer.
Yes.
The screen went black as the iPhone went back to sleep, still locked. Kendall stared at it for a few more seconds, hitting the home button to light it up, examining the photo once more. Well, examining James in the photo once more. He took in the small curve of the singer's lips, the light in those hazel eyes, the joy and the strain at trying to hold it all back. The mask was gone. It wasn't James Diamond International Superstar and Total Mystery Man. This was just James, the guy who reluctantly held hands and cuddled even though he wasn't into it, the guy who joked around and gave the blond shit out of pure fun, the guy who had flown the teen out solely because he needed him around. This was the guy Kendall was falling for.
The blond stood up, putting the phone on the nightstand before heading to the bed. James had flopped onto his back, head turned towards the window, away from the blond, but his arm outstretched onto the other male's side. He was at peace, no worries, no need to keep up an image or be this perfect fantasy male to fuel record sales. Here, he was a normal twenty-two year old dude just getting some sleep, and that was way better than some image or fantasy or any other celeb bullshit.
Kendall grabbed hold of the comforter, pulling it up as he laid down, covering both of them up to their waists. He cuddled up to the other male like he had before, his head on a broad shoulder this time, using it and a muscular arm as a pillow, his own lanky limbs over the larger male's frame. He placed a gentle kiss onto his neck, nuzzling his nose against the tan skin, trying to figure out this guy who acted so distant yet with a need to be close. He knew he'd give James whatever the brunet wanted, no matter the cost to himself.
And damn if that didn't make him feel more vulnerable than laying naked in a hotel bed.