A/N: Here comes another avalanche of bullshit.
By the way, if you get that quote, congrats! You have excellent taste in movies.
Anyway, I had a fucking godawful month, mentally anyway. And when I did actually have an okay day where I felt motivated to do something, I was busy with yardwork or working on my Big Time Bang entry. But hey! This is done now and here it is.
Um, don't think I need to cover my ass about anything. *clicks tongue while thinking*
Shout out to Linda, cause she is the shit and I would hug her if we lived near each other and I actually liked hugging... But fanart and removing Dustin from pics... Love ya! 3
I believe that's it. I'm getting distracted by "A New Hope" and this poison ivy/sumac/whateverthedeuceitis that's on my arms... I'm so itchy it makes me cry... Whatever.
Oh and REVIEW! Please. Lil Writer Ego is, like, dead right now. You guys have killed it. *guilt trip guilt trip guilt trip*
James' hands were like a gift from Heaven.
Or Hell, depending on how it was looked at.
Kendall wasn't entirely sure at that moment in time.
It started out innocently enough, as shit tends to do. Both males washed their hair, taking turns under the spray. As the brunet rinsed his shampoo out, the blond grabbed the complimentary body wash, starting to clean his lean frame, only to be stopped.
The singer started rambling about water and shea something or other, the teen wasn't following, or caring. He was more focused on the other male's hands as they took the bottle out of his hand and grabbed his own body wash, "Cuda" displayed in large letters up the side of it. The elder male poured some in his palm, rubbing his hands together, before rubbing the other male down.
Rather than just standing there like a lameass, Kendall decided to join in, pouring some of the cleansing soap in his own palms and washing the other male. His hands rubbed over thick biceps, flat pecs, ridged abs, taking his time to appreciate each muscle and groove on the larger male.
Reaching around, he started rubbing strong back muscles, pulling the singer closer, feeling him half hard against his thigh. He brushed their lips together, barely there touches, once, twice, before finally kissing him properly, lips moving together in a now well-practiced dance.
James pressed their bodies closer, groins aligned, rubbing, causing both males to groan. His arms wrapped around the smaller male, one hand splayed along his back near the shoulder blades, the other much further south as he slid a finger inside the teen.
Kendall moaned, the sound muffled, lips parted on a gasp that was swallowed by the other male. Their tongues met, dueling, rubbing, as their pelvises began moving together, hips thrusting.
He pulled away to breathe out a "fuck", grinding against the other male, a second finger sliding inside him. His fingers dug into the larger male's back, slipping against slick skin, barely able to hold on. His hips moved more, dick now fully erect, seeking friction in front and in back as he felt those fingers moving in and out of his hole.
"Still so fuckin' tight," the singer commented, arm wrapping around the smaller male's waist and holding him close.
The blond could only whimper, feeling those fingers rubbing his inner walls, feeling another hard cock rubbing his own, sensitive skin sliding together.
"Fuck, you feel so good."
The teen smiled at the compliment, still needing more. He grabbed hold of the body wash, pouring more in his palm then putting the bottle back on the shelf. Slightly pulling back, he wrapped his hand around both their cocks, pressing them together. Both males groaned, the most sensitive spots on their dicks rubbing together. Using the body wash to lubricate his motions, the blond began stroking both of them together.
"Oh, shit!" James cried out, bucking into the younger male's grip, fingers stilling inside his hole.
Kendall smiled, keeping his fingers around both of them and thrusting his hips, causing the head of his dick to rub along the length of the elder's.
The singer's lips parted, jaw hanging slack, shaky breaths leaving him. He started moving his fingers again, sliding them in and out of the teen's entrance, rubbing against his prostate. The blond let out a gasp turned moan, pants leaving his own parted lips, as he grabbed hold of the larger male's bicep. His head dropped, forehead on a broad shoulder as he trembled slightly, feeling that heat spread throughout his body again. He felt himself being stretched, loosened, felt the need to be filled rise inside of him. Still gripping both their cocks, he started jacking them together, stroking their lengths, speeding up his motions.
"Need you," he confessed lowly, turning his head to kiss the other male's neck. "Need you." He took the singer's earlobe in his mouth and sucked before biting it.
James gasped out, nodding, sliding in a third finger and making the blond cry out at the extra digit rubbing his prostate. "Shit, need to be in you."
"Then fuck me," Kendall panted out, lips grazing the elder male's ear, hand releasing their cocks and taking hold of the singer's balls. "Please." He gave them a squeeze, massaging his sac, relishing the moans and shakes coming from the other male.
"Shi—fu—oh, god, Kendall," he panted out, fingers still again, body rigid as teen pressed his lips to the larger male's collarbone.
"Please," he repeated, lips kissing their way down to a nipple, sucking hard on it.
The brunet let out a long broken "ahhh", hips bucking, head tilting back, body tensing. "Shit! Ah, fuck."
The blond kept sucking, kept massaging the other male's balls, feeling them tighten. He felt the pop star thrusting against his thigh, hard dick twitching against him. "Please."
"Can't."
The fuck he couldn't.
Kendall pulled his mouth away, straightening up into a standing position. Rubbing their noses together, he pressed his cock against the singer's, grinding them together. "Why not?" The question was breathed out against the other male's lips, the two pairs barely touching, just enough to tease.
James let out a small groan, a whimper, his voice needy and speaking of the desperation they both felt. "Stuff's still in the bedroom."
Well, shit.
Releasing his hold on the other male's sac, the blond reached over, shutting off the water. "Okay, clean enough," he stated in a hurry, arms around the larger male as he slid the frosted glass door over to let them out.
The brunet chuckled at the teen's impatience, reconnecting their lips as he slid his fingers out, the digits threading through wet, dirty blond locks. The younger male put his hands on the elder's hips, kissing him deeply as he pushed him back, stepping forward in order to leave the shower.
Only they didn't exit the way he thought they would.
The singer's heels caught against the low rim of the shower base, causing him to fall backwards, pulling the smaller male down on top of him. Both males let out gasps and "whoa"s as they toppled over, lips parting, both landing with loud "oof"s. The brunet let out a groan, taking the brunt of the fall, back hitting the tiled floor, front absorbing the force of the other male's trip down.
"You okay?" Kendall asked, voice a mix of genuine concern and an inability to hide an amused disbelief at what happened.
James grimaced, eyes shut, letting out a groaned tinged laugh. "Yeah," he replied, voice strained, the wind seeming to have been knocked out of him.
"Sorry," he apologized, genuinely meaning it for the first time in...well, a while.
"No worries," the singer stated, eyes opening up. "Taking it as a compliment."
The blond arched an eyebrow. "A compliment?"
"Yeah. Clearly I'm that good that you're in such a hurry for me to fuck you and you didn't bother looking in your rush to get in bed."
Cocky bastard was right but the blond would be damned if he'd admit it.
"You gonna get off?"
"Fuck, I hope so," the teen stated lowly, hips grinding against the other male's, dick still hard.
The singer moaned, his own pelvis bucking up at the contact. "Not what I meant," he breathed out.
"But this?" he started then stopped, grinding down hard, pressing their cocks together between their pelvises, feeling the other male's twitch against his own."This is so much better."
The brunet gasped, hands in a bruising grip on the blond's hips. Their eyes locked, heated states exchanged, wordless promises of pleasure and ecstasy to come, all the while the smaller male kept up his movements, kept grinding, kept rutting, motions eased by the dampness of their skin.
Kendall's hands roamed up broad sides, fingers splayed, feeling the ridges of obliques, the rapid rise and fall of a wide chest as the elder male breathed harshly. He settled his hands over flat pecs, thumbs rubbing hard nipples, whimpers coming from below. The singer's teeth were digging into his bottom lip, trying to hold back any noises, lids halfway down dark eyes that were begging, pleading. Although what exactly it was the brunet wanted—more, less, stop, keep going—the blond wasn't sure.
"Wanna ride you," he breathed out, grazing their lips together.
James' hips bucked up as he groaned. "Fuck, please do." But neither of them got up, both just kept grinding, both moaning and breathing hard. "Shit, gonna come."
That had the teen lifting his head up, pushing his torso up into a sitting position. Position changed, he altered the angle of his motions, continuing to rub their cocks together. "Yeah?" He teased, seeing the tenseness in the other male's body, seeing the hard lines on his face, the way he was holding himself back.
The brunet just groaned, a desperate sort of laugh joining it. "Fuck, Kendall, please."
It was a clue to get up, to go through to the bedroom, grab what they needed, and start round three. But James' words from before came back to his head, causing a smirk to form on his face and an idea to form in his head.
Lifting himself up, he moved down, down, down, settling between the larger male's legs, spreading them before taking hold of the elder male's cock.
"Kendall." His name was a desperate whine from the singer's lips, more beautiful than any song he'd ever sung and he responded by slowly licking the brunet's dick from base to tip, swirling his tongue around the head. More groans hit his ears, hips bucking up, and he smirked before coating the hard organ in his saliva.
"Fuck," James breathed out, head tilting back, fingers carding through dirty blond locks, hand resting there.
Kendall stroked his hand up and down the length, squeezing gently, thumb tracing over the wet slit. Eyes locked onto the elder male, he took one of his balls in his mouth, sucking hard.
"Jesus, fuck!" The singer's back arched, a harsh exhale leaving him, fingers cranked down on the teen's hair as the other grabbed hold of a bath mat on the floor. His chest was rising and falling faster, harder, completely out of rhythm with anything that could be considered normal.
The younger male took the reaction as a sign to keep going, to do more, tonguing the ball he had in his mouth. He turned his attention to the second, giving it the same treatment, all the while his hand slowly stroked up and down the elder male's throbbing cock.
The brunet cocked a leg up, knee bent, heel trying to dig into the tile floor but slipping. He was practically hyperventilating, nonsensical words and noises leaving him sporadically, and the blond wondered if the other male was even aware of what he was doing or saying.
Then he felt his hair being pulled and suddenly shit didn't matter.
His lips parted as he let out a long moan, dick pulsing, reminding him that it was still there and, fuck, it needed some attention, too. But the younger male's mind was more set on revenge, set on causing more of those moans, more of those body spasms that seemed to be wracking the larger male. That thought in mind, he lowered his head once again, taking both balls in his mouth at once.
"Shit, fuck, shi—" the elder male didn't quite finish the word, jaw hanging open, eyes wide. His stomach was tense, showing more definition between each shaky muscle, his entire body so rigid it was trembling. "Oh god, fuck, Kendall, gonna—" he trailed off in a series of pants, fingers tugging harder on blond hair.
Kendall didn't need to hear the rest of it to know what the other male was gonna say. Moving his head again, he took the head of the larger male's dick in his mouth, sucking hard as he continued to stroke him.
"Shit, Kendall, fuck!" The singer called out, hips leaving the floor as he came, filling the teen's mouth.
The blond kept stroking as he swallowed, licking him clean, tonguing up what dribbled out of his mouth. The brunet lay on the floor, panting hard, still trembling as he came down, eyes closed but lips parted. Moving up his body, the smaller male pressed open-mouthed kisses on the larger's stomach, hands rubbing up and down muscular sides in a soothing manner.
"Oh, god, I am so gonna fuck your brains out later," the brunet commented, still breathing hard.
The blond laughed against tan skin, tilting his head up to see the other male's face. Dark eyes were peering down at him, face still turned mostly towards the ceiling, lips curved into a smirk.
"'Later', huh?"
"Well, yeah," the singer stated in a 'duh' manner. "Gonna need some time to recover from that." He released his grip on the teen's hair, shoving his fingers through his own locks as he rested his hand on his forehead. His eyes closed once again, leg flopping over, clearly out of strength to hold it up any longer.
Kendall let out a fake sigh, sitting back, acting pissed that he had to wait. Although really, he didn't have to try too hard to fake that, considering how angry his dick actually was that it wasn't being touched, wasn't getting any relief of its own. "Fiiiine," he drew the word out, exacerbated, eyes roaming the large male before him. The large male who clearly had no problem laying sprawled out naked on the bathroom floor. Then again, if Kendall had a body like that, he'd probably join a nudist colony and never cover up.
"Like what you see?"
The elder male's voice snapped him out of his visual perusal, eyes flipping up to a smirking face. The brunet had a hand behind his head, holding it up, seeming to have been watching the blond as he looked the larger male over.
Not wanting to feed the pop star's ego or kiss his ass, the teen just shrugged, putting an unimpressed look on his face. "Meh. Seen better."
That wiped that smirk away. "Bullshit."
"How the fuck do you know?"
"Because," the larger male started as he sat up, moving onto his knees. "There aren't any better than me."
Kendall rolled his eyes, even as James moved closer, got in his face, brushed their noses together. "You sound pretty sure of yourself."
"Mmhmm," the singer replied, licking his lips, his tongue inadvertently touching the younger male's pair. A shiver raced down his spine, his breath leaving him on a shaky exhale. "This says you agree."
A warm hand wrapped around his still hard cock, making him moan, head falling back. His body slumped, hitting the doors to the shower, as a large frame pressed into him from the front.
James settled on his lap, stroking him slowly, large arm wrapping around his lean torso. Their foreheads pressed together, breath mingling, as the smaller male wrapped his arms around broad shoulders.
"Shit," the teen breathed out, head falling back again, hitting the door unnoticed, mind more focused on the way the other male's hand felt around his dick, how perfectly he stroked him, how close he was getting.
The brunet moved his head to the crook of the smaller male's neck, licking where it met the shoulder, sucking the tender skin. "Wanna eat you again."
"Oh, fuck, please." It was the blond's turn to beg, to moan, to writhe, hips lifting up on each downward stroke. He needed, wanted, craved, ached. Which was, of course, when the brunet stopped.
James stood, grabbing hold of the younger male's hands and pulling him to his feet before slinging him over a wide shoulder. Protests were replied to with a slap to the ass, which created a moan, which led to another slap, the cycle repeating until the blond was dumped unceremoniously onto the bed. He bounced once before the larger male laid on top of him, lips meeting in a heated kiss, a melding of lips that sparked the fire in Kendall he was sure wouldn't go out whenever James was around.
The brunet grabbed hold of one of the younger male's thighs, pulling, forcing the teen to hitch his leg up. The singer settled between the long limbs, grinding his flaccid dick against the blond's still hard one, swallowing the gasped out moan the action caused. A long moment of this, of thrusting hips and moving lips, and he made his descent.
The blond spread his legs automatically, too turned on to care about being shy or embarrassed. Lips parted around the head of his dick, the warm suction coupled with a few strokes of the hand, a flicking of the tongue, turning his exhales into shaky gasps. His chest was rising and falling at a rapid rate, body trembling with anticipation, and all he could do was watch the other male and hope relief came soon.
James didn't draw it out too long, pushing the teen's legs towards his chest, the younger male holding them back. He spread pale cheeks apart and dove in, tongue stabbing, licking, circling, making the blond cry out. The wet muscle rubbed tender nerves, pressed sensitive skin, hit every spot that was guaranteed to drive the blond insane. And when two fingers slid inside and pressed his prostate, the smaller male blew his load, screaming out the elder's name.
Kendall barely felt himself being licked clean again, only knew it was happening because he saw it. At least he was pretty sure he saw it. His vision was a li'l fuzzy at that moment.
James crawled his way up, flopping onto his back on the teen's right. Neither spoke, both just stared at the ceiling as they recovered, the blond a li'l more than the brunet.
"You scare the shit outta me."
Who apparently had a random fear of the younger male.
Kendall's brow furrowed as confusion set in. He didn't think he'd done something worthy of eliciting fear in someone, but that didn't mean anything.
His mind went back to a conversation with Carlos outside Sherwood's Grocery, when the Latino had told the blond to not wear his "scary" shirts. And while the metal head didn't think there was anything wrong with his Funeral For a Friend tee, that didn't mean the pop star wasn't worried about what connotation the words were stated in.
"Is this about the shirt?" He questioned, using his thumb to point to his right at the general area he was pretty sure his tee was in. Turning his head to the left, he got a good look at the brunet, who was still staring up at the ceiling. Despite the dim light coming from the still stormy world outside, the blond could still perfectly see the way the singer's brow was drawn in thought, the way his body was tense, the way his dark eyes seemed to have a million thoughts and emotions racing through them all at once.
Confusion won out, displayed on perfect features as James turned his head and looked at the younger male. "What? No."
"Oh." He dropped his hand on his bare stomach, scratching skin that was still slightly damp from the combination of the shower, sweat from previous physical activities, and the other male's saliva. "So how exactly do I scare you?"
The elder male turned his head back towards the ceiling, swallowing hard. He didn't say anything, instead sitting up, legs drawn up towards his chest, arms dangling off his knees with his hands clasped. "I'm not used to this, to feeling. Anything." He let out a sigh as his left hand rubbed his forehead. He was silent, the younger male not speaking either, allowing the singer to gather his thoughts and figure out exactly what he was gonna say. The sounds of the heavy rain outside was the only noise, a soundtrack of water tapping glass, pavement, trees.
James dropped his hand, letting it hang as he turned his head back to look at the still laying teen. "But then there you were and I felt drawn to you so I brought you onstage. And I thought it was just a one-time thing, ya know? Just the moment making it feel like—" He paused, shaking his head and shrugging as he struggled to come up with the right word. "Like something was there between us, ya know?"
Kendall nodded, knowing exactly what the brunet was saying, what he meant. He'd spent months debating, torturing himself as he wavered between feeling like he missed out in the greatest love he'd ever know and believing he was deluding himself into thinking it was anything more than just the circumstances surrounding the situation.
"And then you showed up again," the pop star continued, letting out a small disbelieving laugh. "And I felt that same pull from before. Then I kissed you and. God, was it amazing. Incredible. Mind-blowingly intense. So intense I couldn't handle it, didn't know what to do or think 'cause I'd never felt anything even close to that. It freaked me out."
"So you left." Statement, not a question, as the blond recalled a previous conversation about that very topic, about how the brunet had said he panicked and that's why he bailed.
And he supposed it made sense. It had overwhelmed Kendall, too, had caused some pretty fucking intense reactions within him—other than just the boner he got. So if James was really as bad at dealing with emotions as he was claiming, then running away might've seemed like his only option.
The blond sat up, scooting back so he was against the headboard, watching the brunet nod in response to what he'd said, the singer's head turned so he was staring towards the still open bathroom door. Hands in his lap, the teen began playing with his fingers, torn between hating how serious everything had become and feeling relieved and glad they were actually managing to get all this shit out in the open.
"You still shouldn't have left."
More nodding from the elder male, his head hanging, eyes focused more on the carpet. "I know," he stated. "And I felt like shit after, couldn't stop thinking about you, wondering if you hated me, how I could get in contact with you so I could explain and make it up to you. No fucking way could I have waited for the next tour, not when I'm about to head to the studio to record an album next." His right hand lifted, fingers combing his bangs, head turning away from the younger male as he continued. "So I made Logan look up your info and used your sister's birthday as an excuse to email."
The corner of Kendall's lips tugged up in a small smirk as he looked at the singer's tan back. "Surprised you remembered it to be honest."
A nonchalant shrug was his response. "She's important to you and I figured a good way to get to you would be through her." He turned his head back, hand dropping onto the bed. "Kinda shitty, huh? Using someone like that."
"I don't think so," the blond replied, mentally adding that he wasn't exactly the best person to judge shitty actions given his history. But there was no need to bring any of that shit up, not when he was still able to hold on to the singer. "So it's not me you're scared of, just what I make you feel?" he tried to clarify, determined to get info while the other male was willing to give it.
James turned away again, arms wrapped around his bare legs. "Emotions weren't exactly part of my family growing up."
Kendall didn't hesitate. He moved closer, arms sliding around the elder male's waist, his torso pressed against a broad back as he kissed a shoulder. A tan hand covered pale ones, the singer turning his head to meet the teen's eyes.
"I'm not going anywhere," he vowed, face solemn, serious.
"Neither am I."
The elder male pressed their foreheads together, twisting his body so he could wind an arm around the smaller male, his other hand threading through blond locks as he held the back of his head. "I can't lose you."
"You won't." He briefly wondered when and how this became about reassuring James that he wasn't gonna bail, but the thought flew out the window as soon as he felt another pair of lips against his own.
His eyes drifted closed on their own, mind lost in the kiss, a slow, sweet action as their lips moved together. He felt himself being moved backwards, laid down on the bed, a now familiar weight settling on top of his lean frame. Forearms were on the bed on either side of him, hands framing his head, legs between his own as their bodies lined up perfectly from chest to hips. He was being kissed gently, with reverence, and for the second time ever, he felt like he was something valuable.
He reopened his eyes, double-checking the whole thing was real, that it was James kissing him that way and not some random guy he was imagining to be the pop star. But it was. There was that flawless tan skin, those long lashes that seemed fake, that slender nose, those perfect cheekbones.
Definitely James.
Kendall parted his lips as he closed his eyes once more, licking at the other male's. The brunet took the hint and soon their tongues were brought into play, pressing against each other, the blond winning the battle and gaining access to the other's mouth. He mapped out every nook and cranny, memorized the feel, savored the taste, knowing that all too soon, it would all be over and he'd be back in Minnesota alone.
Fingers tugged at his hair, moans swallowed by the larger male, their hips moving together. Kendall lifted a knee, bent leg resting against a large thigh, his own pelvis rocking against the elder male's. His dick started twitching, waking up once more, a result of the grinding action and the kiss he was still experiencing. He felt the singer start to harden against him, harsh breathes panting against his skin, and it wasn't long before neither of them were able to keep the lip lock going.
James pulled his mouth away first, forehead pressed against the blond's, his nose rubbing the younger's as he started moving in earnest. Their eyes locked, pants joining the chorus of the rain outside, the creaking mattress inside, the occasional moan adding to the musical number.
Kendall's splayed fingers moved down a broad back, feeling the muscles move with each roll of the hips. His fingers gripped them, dug into the skin, tried to grab hold as he felt himself get lost in the sensations, felt himself get more heated, more aroused, more everything.
"Need you," he repeated his earlier words, one hand gripping onto a shoulder, the other wrapped around James' lower back.
The singer nodded, licking dry lips before pressing them against the teen's, re-engaging him in another kiss, one more heated and passionate than before. His left hand moved down, grabbing hold of the blond's thigh and hitching his leg higher, parting his asscheeks and exposing his hole for priming.
Only Kendall was having none of that.
Using the element of surprise, he sat up, forcing James to do the same, utilizing the momentum to flip them over so the blond was now on top, the brunet now laying back against the pillows. Their lips parted with the action, the larger male looking at him with dark, heated eyes, teeth sinking into his lower lip as his hands moved to the smaller's hips.
"I told you," the teen started as he sat up, straddling the elder male. "I wanna ride you."
The groan the singer let out clearly meant he was on board with the plan, hips grinding upwards, dick rubbing against the smaller male's. The blond reached over to the nightstand, grabbing a condom and the lube, the bottle immediately taken away from him. Fingers quickly slicked up, the elder slid two inside the younger, wrenching out a groan.
The blond buried his head in the crook of the brunet's neck, mouth hanging open as he breathed out harshly, hands flat against wide pecs, body slightly trembling. He was slightly hurting, result of having his entrance being used, being played with frequently in a small amount of time after going so long without getting any sorta action. It was his own fault really. But sex wasn't something he'd gone after for a while, especially after having met James the first time and dealing with the somewhat delusional thoughts of saving himself for the singer after. And yeah, okay, he could've kept himself stretched, but it was awkward enough just tryna jack off in a house with females as his only fellow residents. He didn't need them to know what else he'd be doing.
Bad enough his mom could've possibly overheard him having phone sex.
Yeah, he needed to not think about his mom at that moment.
The fingers pressing against his prostate helped make that happened.
Kendall groaned loudly, back arching, chest pressing into the other male's. He bit down on the shoulder below him, ground his hips down harder, dug his fingers into the singer's chest. "Fuck, James, please," he pleaded, words muffled by tan skin.
The elder male slid in a third finger, rubbing lube around, getting the younger nice and wet. Precome was leaking out both their cocks, making their rubbing action slippery, easy. Unable to take much more, the blond tore open the condom wrapper with his teeth, taking out the rubber before reaching between their bodies and rolling it over the other male's dick.
The fingers left him as he sat up, allowing him to focus on getting the lube back and open, squirting some on the larger male's cock and stroking it. He watched with rapt attention as the brunet bit down on his own bottom lip, as he rolled his hips in an attempt to get more friction.
"Why are you so fuckin' good at everything?" the singer wondered aloud, hands back on the teen's hips, thumbs rubbing the protrusion of bone there.
The blond smirked at the compliment, snapping the cap back on the lube before returning it to the nightstand. The brunet moved his hands, palming his ass and spreading his cheeks as the younger male took hold of his cock, lining it up then sinking down onto it.
James groaned loudly, head tilting back against the pillow, fingers digging into the fleshy globes of Kendall's ass. "Oh, fuck, you're perfect."
The younger male could only choke out a laugh as he took more of the other male inside him, slowly moving, letting himself get adjusted and ignoring the slight burn around his hole. But if he could speak, he'd be returning the sentiment, honest words of how amazing the elder felt in him, how perfectly he filled him up, how he could feel every single inch and how incredible it was. He'd explain how he could feel it all over his body, how the pleasure just radiated throughout him, how it made his toes curl and his skin tingle and his heart pound and his mind just stop working. He'd tell all about how every thrust sent him flying, how every nerve sizzled and sparked, how it was as close to a near-death experience as he was ever gonna get.
But he couldn't say any of it, couldn't find the words. Instead he just sank all the way down, not stopping until his ass hit the other male's pelvis and he had all of his dick inside him.
James lifted his head, lips parted as he looked up at the younger male in awe, his own breath coming out in shaky pants. His hands moved up and down the smaller male's sides, his torso, petting, caressing, reassuring. Which was actually really fucking needed, considering how shaky Kendall felt both inside and out.
The blond exhaled slowly through puffed out cheeks, giving himself a moment to adjust. Sex for him was almost always an invasion, filling, stretching, pushing him closer and closer towards his limits. But with the brunet, he was pushed past them, filled more than ever, stretched beyond what he had been. And the fact that this was his second time being fucked in a twelve hour period—something he'd never done before, although having sex with someone as big as the singer was a first to begin with—wasn't helping anything.
"You okay?"
The question caught the teen's attention, making him realize he was slightly grimacing. Wiping the face away, he forced a small smile, letting out a tiny laugh. "Yeah. Just." He paused, shifting his hips and causing the other male to let out a gasp, darkened hazel eyes popping wide open. "Fuck, you're big."
The singer chuckled. "You say the sweetest things."
Moving his hands, he placed them flat on the other male's chest, leaning forward slightly as he glared down at the pop star. "Who said that was a compliment?"
James snorted, rolling his eyes before cupping a hand behind Kendall's neck. "Bring your smart mouth down here, ya li'l shit."
It was the blond's turn to laugh as he felt himself being pulled down, smirking when their lips met. It wasn't much of a kiss, just their lips pressed together, both males grinning too much to be able to do much else. But the connection was there and that's all that mattered to the younger male.
After a long moment, Kendall sat back up, settling in a crouch of sorts over the other male. Keeping his hands on the brunet's broad chest, he slowly raised himself up, feeling the lube-slicked drag of the elder male's cock inside of him. When he felt the head tug at the rim of his hole, he sank back down, filling himself back up with a groan.
James breathed out a swear, eyelids halfway down as he focused his stare at the younger male's face. His hands gripped the blond's sides, thumbs rubbing his hipbone once again, letting the teen take the lead and do the work.
For the moment anyway.
Kendall settled into a rhythm, not fast, not slow, raising and lowering himself up and down the other male's dick. He wasn't really much for being on top, preferring to be dominated, held down, pinned to the bed—or wall or counter, whatever, he wasn't picky—and fucked. But with James, he wanted to go through the Kama Sutra, try every position, and take notes over what worked, what didn't, and what they wanted to do a second, third, fourth, fifth time.
God, he was a whore.
At least for James anyway.
The thought that he was being used as a sex toy re-entered his brain, but he quickly shoved the thought aside. If the guy only wanted to fuck him, he would've let Kendall leave, wouldn't have chased after him, wouldn't have kissed him the rain, wouldn't have begged him to stay.
The blond swallowed hard as he tilted his head down, a tightness constricting his chest, emotions overwhelming him. It was all he'd wanted, for someone to want him around, for someone to chase after him, for someone to actually show that they cared in some way, shape, or form. And he got it. With a man he felt himself falling for.
Fuck.
Shaking his head, he got rid of all the heavy, emotional bullshit rattling around his brain and focused on the moment, on what was happening then and there. James' dark eyes were locked onto where his dick was moving in and out the younger male, teeth sinking into his own bottom lip. His face was tight, muscles strained like he was holding back, like it was killing him not to be pounding into the smaller male and having his way with him. The blond smirked, feeling like a li'l shit as he stopped the rise and fall action, moving his hips in a grinding circle instead.
The sound the brunet made was something close to a growl, glaring up at the other male. "Teasing li'l jerk."
Kendall kept up the smirk, purposely moving slower. "You love it."
"Love this more."
That was all the warning the teen got. The singer tightened his hold, making it damn near impossible for him to move, before thrusting his own pelvis up and down. Slightly raising the blond up, the brunet bent his legs, heels digging into the mattress as he began pounding into the younger male at a rapid pace.
The smaller male couldn't do much except moan, one hand braced on the larger's chest, the other gripping the top of the headboard, using it to keep himself from behind completely thrown off. He felt his orgasm building up faster, spine tingling, balls tightening, toes curling, a warmth spreading throughout his entire body.
"Close," he managed to get out between pants, head tilted back as he felt the other male relentlessly slamming into him from below. "Close. Close."
"Fuck that." Another near growl and before the blond realized it, the brunet had pulled out and flipped him onto his back. Without hesitation, James jerked Kendall's legs apart, damn near pulling them out their sockets, before moving down between them. He dragged the flat of his tongue over the teen's gaping hole, wrenching out a groan, before lapping at the still open entrance.
The teen tilted his head back, eyes closed, fingers digging into the comforter, spine arching. It was too much on the sensitive pucker of skin, too much and not enough as he felt his hole twitch, felt it pulsing, trying to grab onto something and pull it in, demanding to be filled. He felt the singer's tongue slide in and he clenched around it, trying to keep it inside.
"Please!" he begged, hand slamming against the mattress as he felt the tongue slide back out. "God, fuck, James, please." His voice was verging in the edge of hysterical, but he didn't care. His need to come was an ache he felt all over and it was making him desperate, wanton, shameless.
Three fingers were pushed into him, making him groan, his spine arching once more. His right leg was bent, heel digging into the mattress before he felt it being pushed up by a strong hand around his ankle.
"God, look at you," James commented, voice awestruck and in wonder. "You'd let me do anything to do right now, wouldn't you?"
Kendall groaned, the sound ending with a desperate laugh as his hips rolled, his hole clenched, and his dick throbbed. He could feel his orgasm bubbling up, right on the brink, and he neededneededneeded that eruption to happen soon.
A kiss was placed to the side of his foot right at the arch, the touch soft, gentle, and in any other situation it would've been soothing. But Kendall was too keyed up, too far gone, and all it did was make his hips leave the bed and a beg leave his lips.
"Say it," James commanded, voice gruff, strained, full of his own need. "Say you'll let me do whatever I want to you."
'Fuck. That,' the blond thought, a small amount of pride still remaining, still there.
He felt the other male's thumb press against his perineum, felt it press through the skin to his prostate as the three fingers that were moving in and out of his hole rubbed it from the inside. A swear left him on a shout, back arching again, right arm flailing out to the side and grabbing onto the mattress in a white knuckle grip.
"SAY IT!"
"Fuck! Fuckin' do whatever you want to me, just let me come." He was broken, too close to care about anything but the orgasm that hadn't been let out and the way his entire body felt like it was being electrified.
"Good boy," was the singer's low response, pinky sliding inside the teen's hole to join his other fingers.
Kendall's entire body jerked, curling up around his midsection. His entrance screamed in pain, the stretch more than he'd had before, more than he could handle. But it didn't matter. Those four fingers rubbed his prostate, triggering his orgasm and allowing him to finally get the relief he needed.
His body slammed back onto the bed, head pushing into the pillows as his spine arched. He felt the wet streams of his come hit his torso, felt the pulsing of his dick, felt all normal human functions stop as wave after wave of ecstasy hit him.
And James kept stroking.
The younger male didn't get a chance to come down—or even start to for that matter. The elder tucked his thumb into his palm, allowing it to join the other digits still in the blond's entrance, essentially fisting him.
"No," Kendall protested, voice weak. He felt like he was being ripped apart, the pain too much, and everything in his body told him to get as far away from the cause of it as possible.
If only someone hadn't come in and replaced his bones with jello.
"You said I could," James stated, voice still rough, lips pressing a kiss to the teen's hipbone. "It's okay. You can handle it."
The blond started shaking his head back and forth, eyes closed, repeating a mantra of "no no no". But the other male didn't listen, didn't seem to care. He just kept moving his hand in and out, stroking the younger male's insides, rubbing his prostate.
If he hadn't just come—or wasn't already suffering from a slightly abused hole—he might've actually enjoyed it.
But as it was, it hurt and was too uncomfortable and all he wanted was for it to stop. He felt lips wrap around his softening dick, a wet suction starting up around the sensitive organ, and he spasmed, a gasp-like groan leaving him.
"Relax," the brunet suggested, voice soothing, calming. "I got ya."
The blond swallowed hard, forcing himself to look down. Past his heaving chest and his trembling abdomen, he met the brunet's eyes, seeing the care and the affection in them, even in such dim lighting. James wasn't gonna hurt him, wasn't gonna push him too far. If he honestly wanted shit to stop, he could say so and the elder male would. He wasn't sure how he knew it, he just did.
"James." His voice was weak, broken, and he felt small. This wasn't him. This wasn't the Kendall Knight he usually was, the one with the hard exterior, the one with the abandonment issues that caused him to act like a dick and push people away. He was an entirely new person, one who felt vulnerable, scared, without walls. He wasn't entirely sure if he liked it.
The singer held the eye contact, free hand rubbing a soothing circle on his hip bone, his leg long having been released without him even realizing it. "Whaddya want?" the brunet asked in a low volume. "Say it and it's yours."
The teen felt a lump in his throat, emotions making his chest tight once more. He felt shaky all over, his skin too tight for his body, and all he wanted to do was run back to Minnesota and hide in his bed until he could learn to better deal with everything. Or for five years, whichever came first.
But it was that fear that made him stay, that made him look right into the other male's eyes with a steady voice he wasn't entirely sure belonged to him. "You."
Something seemed to break inside James, Adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed. The mask wasn't there, but it was still hard to tell what was going on in his mind. Too many emotions were flashing through his eyes, but his face looked... overwhelmed.
Without a word, the brunet slid his fingers out the blond and moved up the younger male's frame. He gently laid on top of the teen, connecting them from chest to hip, a hand cupping his face as he braced himself on his forearms. "You have me."
Almost immediately, Kendall thought back to when he'd said those very words to the singer, sitting in the break room at work, cell phone pressed to his ear.
"That might be scarier than not having you at all."
God, how true were those words?
Leaning down, the brunet connected their lips in a kiss that was equal parts affection, tenderness, passion, and desire. His hips moved on their own accord, his hard cock rubbing against the blond's half-hard one. After a long moment, he pulled his head back, his hand moving from the teen's face to his hair, forearm laying alongside his head, noses grazing repeatedly.
Both of them were shaky, breathing unevenly, bodies trembling. Kendall's arms wrapped around James' frame, holding him close, almost clinging to him in a way. It wasn't smart, wasn't sane. He shouldn't have admitted anything, shouldn't have said he wanted the singer. He was gonna be left. He was gonna be ditched. And it was gonna fucking hurt worse than any-fucking-thing before.
"Need you."
He opened his eyes, totally unaware that he'd closed them, meeting an unsure hazel gaze. Shit, they were a pair, weren't they? Both needed and wanted the other, but both too scared or too stubborn to admit it.
A quick thought flashed through his head that the elder male only meant he needed the younger in a sexual way, that it was only that he needed to come, having not done it yet. But the larger male's hips were still, his grip on the smaller's hair and shoulder almost desperate, and a look of genuine fear was in his eyes.
"I can't lose you."
Cupping the back of the larger male's head, Kendall pulled him closer, kissing him fiercely and with as much emotion as he could, putting everything he was feeling and thinking into it. James seemed to get the message, tense body relaxing above the smaller male, lips moving, slotting perfectly against the other set. Soon enough, his hips started moving, their cocks rubbing together in stuttered thrusts, a sign the brunet wasn't too far away.
"In me," the blond requested, his words puffing out against the other male's lips as they panted together. "In me."
"You sure?"
He nodded, their foreheads rubbing together. "Wanna feel you."
James swallowed hard, reaching his left arm between their bodies and gripping himself. It took a li'l rearranging, Kendall spreading his legs more, one bent alongside the larger male, but soon the brunet was entering him once more.
A shot of pain flashed through the blond, his hole stinging, burning. But he wanted this, wanted to feel the other male coming inside him. Yeah, there was a condom on, but there was nothing better than the feeling of James' orgasm pulsing inside him, especially when he knew he was the one who'd caused it. So despite the raw feeling around his entrance and despite the fact that every thrust was a rough rub on his prostate, he still moaned, still moved with the other male, still wanted to feel the entry and retreat.
Because damn him, but it still felt good.
He didn't think it was possible, but the teen felt another orgasm build up. It was the feeling of being filled, the feeling of his cock rubbing between their stomachs, the feeling that settled in his chest as he met dark eyes and knew they belonged to the one person who'd managed to get through his walls and make his way closer to his heart.
"Shit, Kendall." The praise was breathed out, the brunet burying his head in the crook of the blond's neck, clutching onto him harder, tighter, closer. His thrusts were uneven, stuttered, shaky as he got closer and closer to the inevitable end.
'That's right. Everything ends.'
Kendall closed his eyes, forcing his brain to shut up, clinging even more to the other male. His fingers slipped on sweat soaked skin, trying to dig in, trying to hold on. His own pelvis rolled against the other's, his hole clenching on every inward thrust, trying to keep him in, trying to remain full. He wanted this forever, just the two of them, skin to skin, in a bed with no one else in the world.
"Close." The single word was breathed against his skin, death grip on one shoulder, lips pressed to the other. "Oh, fuck, so close."
"Come on, James," he urged, running his fingers through damp locks, lips against the side of the other male's head. "Lemme feel ya. Please."
The brunet let out a groan, thrusts getting harder, hips slamming before finally stilling with his dick fully inside the younger male. The blond could feel the condom being filled, feel the tenseness in the larger male's muscles, feel the shaky breaths and the harsh groans.
And all of it kicked off another orgasm.
His come spurted out between their bodies, joining the mess he'd made on his stomach only moments before. He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head, his body convulsing, muscles constricting and locking in place. His blood was lava pounding through his veins and he had no idea how he was gonna be able to...well, do anything really. Breathing, thinking, moving, none of it was an option.
And he was soooo okay with that.
James was trembling above him, his body shaking like he was out in the snow naked rather than in an LA hotel with a comfortable temperature setting on the thermostat. At least it would be comfortable if they weren't sweaty and the place hadn't been heated up by their fucking.
Kendall held the other male closer, one hand rubbing his back, the other stroking soft hair at the back of his head. He pressed kisses to his cheeks, his ears, his hair, any part of the brunet he could reach, calming him, settling his nerves.
It was a long time before either of them spoke—although speaking wasn't exactly the right term. The singer's stomach had growled, breaking the silence and bursting into their post-sex haze. A second or two of quiet, then the blond snorted out a laugh, chuckles following. The brunet joined in, lifting his head, allowing the younger to see the sparkle in his eyes and the smirk on his face.
"I need to eat," the singer stated the obvious, not moving, forearms framing the teen's head.
"You mean eat something other than my ass," the younger male replied, sporting a smirk of his own.
"Mm. It is rather delicious." With that, he leaned his head down and nibbled on the side of the smaller male's neck.
Only to be interrupted by the blond's stomach.
The brunet's head popped up, eyebrow cocked. "Okay, food first, fooling around second."
Kendall nodded, fully agreeing. After all the drama and all the sex, he was starving, the bagel he'd had for breakfast barely being enough for him then. Considering the work-out he'd just engaged in, he'd burned it off. And then some.
James kissed him sweetly, before pulling out, Kendall hiding the wince at the action. Remaining in bed, the teen watched the singer get up and head to the bathroom to dispose the condom, rubbing the back of his neck to loosen up stiff muscles as he walked.
Kendall reached his arms above himself, arching his back as he stretched, ignoring the sharp pain that hit when he put pressure on his ass. Yeah, he wasn't gonna be walking right for the rest of the day.
Or week. Whatever.
James returned to the room, smile on his face as he looked over at the bed, seeing the blond laying there sprawled out. "Comfy?"
The teen nodded, smirking. "Extremely."
A small chuckle left the singer as he walked over, sitting on the edge of the bed. A washcloth was in his hand and he started cleaning off the younger male's stomach—just like after their first time. "How 'bout—" he started, rubbing the damp cloth in soothing circles. "—I order room service, we eat in bed, then shower?"
"We gonna be naked while we eat? Or will I actually hafta move and get clothes on?"
An eyebrow raise was his answer, the singer done with the clean up job. "I told you—" he began, leaning forward so their lips were only an inch or so apart. "—no clothes when we're together."
The blond's brow furrowed as he met hazel eyes with his green ones. "Thought that was just when we were sleeping."
"That was before I saw you naked." He kissed the teen before getting up and taking a few steps over towards the bathroom, tossing the washcloth inside as he changed directions and headed over to the huge TV cabinet opposite the bed. "So what'll it be?"
"Burger, medium, no onion, and fries. Oh, and a coke." Although a shot of some form would've worked to calm his still jittery self after the latest round of fucking, but he figured that wasn't an option.
James smiled, amusement lighting his eyes once more. "You got good taste," he commented. "Then again you hooked up with me and not Bieber so—" he ended the statement with a shrug, unable to dodge the pillow that was hit his head. Room service menu in hand, he grabbed the tossed item and walked over to the bed, slamming it on the teen's torso. "Douchebag."
The blond just laughed as the brunet sat on the edge of the bed, grabbing the phone off its cradle on the nightstand and dialing the appropriate number. As he ordered, the younger male put the pillow he'd thrown behind his head, propping himself up to get a better view of the other male. He was just sitting there naked, like it was totally normal, like it wasn't anything weird, like there wasn't another male laying right next to him sans clothes. Just ordering some burgers, no biggie.
It seemed so normal, just two lovers indulging on some post-coital grub. Only it wasn't normal. The entire thing was so fucking surreal Kendall still wasn't sure he was able to wrap his mind around it.
And he wouldn't have it any other way.