A/N: Forgive me, Father, for I know not what I write.
Actually that should probably be "forgive me, Mother" cause my dad's like whatever but my mom is the one who called me "nasty" due to comments I make on tumblr but she doesn't even know the half of it and I'm sure if she did, she'd be tryna figure out a way to wash my entire mind out with soap.
Anyhoo, my original point...um... Yeah. There were actually moments in this where I stopped typing and just stared at my laptop/iPod screen and just went "...really?" out loud. I don't control these guys, anymore than I can control all this freaking rain we've gotten this week! And it shows with some of the shit in here. So yeah.
Anyhoo...again... I know some of you guys are like "ew bottom!James do not want so awks no thank you *jumps out window*" and I personally prefer top!James, but poor li'l Kendall's asshole needs a break. And this actually does somewhat move the plot along. That's right! Smut that isn't just for smut's sake or because these two are incapable of keeping it in their pants! Shockgaspawe.
My autocorrect filled in "shockgaspawe" for me... Amused...
Anyhoo...for the third time...pretty sure I don't need to cover my ass about anything. Oh! Lets remember that this is the magical world of fanfiction and that while I'm being realistic enough to include the fact that they need lube—WHICH MORE WRITERS SHOULD REMEMBER KTHXBAI—I'm asking you to just pretend that James and Kendall wear the same size condom so we can skip the whole "hey these are too big/small, awkward trip to the pharmacy mid-foreplay it is!" thing, okay? Okay!
Read, drink, and be merry!
Wait, no, I meant "read, REVIEW, and be merry! Then review su'more! Get your friends to review! It's fun!"
Although if you wanna drink, go for it. Just be responsible. No driving, calling, or texting while inebriated, okay folks?
Okay, seriously, enjoy the update. *cough*andreview*cough*
James fell asleep sometime during the second "Metalocalypse" episode. Kendall wasn't sure when he drifted off himself, but he distinctly remembered watching "Superjail!", if for no other reason it was a highly disturbing episode that featured one of the male alien twins being pregnant. Just the memory of it was enough to make him shudder.
A banging on the door woke them both up around three, Logan's muffled voice announcing that they'd arrived at the hotel. It took them a couple minutes, but James and Kendall managed to wake up enough to get off the bed, making sure they had their things before leaving. The assistant had already checked them in, so when they opened the door, he handed over the keycard, along with the room number and instructions on what to do next.
The bus was emptied, suitcases grabbed, and the group headed into the hotel. The drone of various conversations swirled around Kendall as he and the others made their way to their rooms, but he didn't pay attention. He was too busy deciding if he actually wanted to fully wake up or if he wanted to just remain a sleepy zombie as he shuffled down the hall to the room.
Shuffling behind James was probably a mistake though. His ass was highly distracting.
The singer and the teen made it to their shared suite, the elder male entering first, the door shutting and locking automatically behind the younger. The blond continued his previous habit of following the other male as they went into the bedroom, James placing his suitcase on the stand to the side, Kendall dumping his duffel unceremoniously to the side before closing the door over.
He sat on the end of the bed, untying his boots before kicking them off, hearing more than seeing the larger male flopping onto the mattress behind him. Shoes removed, he turned around, seeing the singer laying on his back, head on the pillow, hands clasped on his forehead with his eyes closed. His tee had ridden up, showing a couple inches of tanned abdominals, making the teen wanna see more skin.
Which really...
"You're breaking the rule," the blond pointed out, getting up and turning around.
The brunet didn't open his eyes, didn't move as he responded. "What rule?"
Knees on the bed, the teen crawled up it, over the larger male, before straddling his waist. "The sleeping naked rule."
A small smirk tugged at the corner of the elder male's lips as he remained still, eyes still closed. "Really?" he questioned, pretending he had no idea what the younger was talking about. Which was obviously bullshit, considering how it was his fucking rule. "Maybe you should fix that."
"Fix the rule?" the smaller male teased, finger trailing along the exposed skin of the larger's lower abs.
James' hips rolled, back arching as he raised his stomach, trying to get more contact. "No. Fix my non-nakedness."
Kendall raised his eyebrows, thinking it was a damn fine plan, one he could definitely get behind and fully enjoy. But immediately giving in and going along with what the other male suggested wasn't all that much fun. It was better to fuck with the guy some first.
"Lazy, much, Diamond?" he asked, moving his hand so it was flat against a ridged abdomen, his fingers sliding underneath the elder male's shirt.
"I'm a famous singer. I don't do shit for myself."
Leaning down, the blond pressed his chest against the other male's, his lips hovering above the singer's as he spoke. "And I'm not some li'l bitch boy who's gonna do whatever you want because you're a pop star." With that, he sat up, moving his hand.
Until it was snatched back, fingers wrapped in a firm grip around his wrist.
"Ohh no, you don't," the brunet stated with a smirk, finally opening his eyes. "You are gonna get us both naked right now."
The blond cocked an eyebrow in defiance, trying to pull his hand away, but not being very successful, eyes hard as he glared down at the elder male. "What makes you so sure I wanna do that?"
"Because," the singer started, licking his lips and rolling his hips up once again. "You know it'll be fun." The smirk stayed as he kept moving his pelvis, grinding up against the younger male's. "Think about it, slowly removing my clothes, revealing every inch of my skin, getting me naked. Then taking off all your clothes, pressing your own naked self against me." He paused to groan, eyes darkened, biting his bottom lip. "We could be doing this, pressing against each other, grinding together, with no fabric in the way, just skin on skin, the way it should be."
Okay, sold.
Kendall leaned back down, connecting their lips in a hard kiss, their hips still moving together. His beanie was push off his head, tossed down onto the floor without care. The blond smiled, his lips still pressed to the brunet's, his hands moving to the larger male's waist. They slipped underneath his tee, pushing the fabric up, revealing more of that tan skin he loved so much. When his hands reached the other male's chest, they both sat up, lips hovering near each other as they panted. The shirt was lifted up and over his head, thrown to the side, before the younger male removed his own tee.
Both their torsos bare, the singer wrapped his arms around the smaller male's waist, yanking him to the larger male. The blond continued moving his hips, continued his grinding motions, feeling the harsh breaths of the elder male against his mouth, tasting it.
Determined to get the pop star naked, and now, Kendall pushed the other male back down into a laying position, before kissing his way down the large frame. He sucked on one nipple, bit the other, the singer's torso practically rolling in an effort to get more contact. Fingers tangled in blond locks, the teen smirking as he continued his descent, kissing and biting individual abs, licking along the line of his jeans, sucking a mark on a hipbone.
"Fuck, Kendall, please," James breathed out, head tilted back, eyes closed. He fingers tightened on the younger male's hair, pulling at the strands, wrenching out groans with the action.
The smaller male unbuttoned and unzipped the larger's jeans, pushing them down, along with his boxer-briefs, not wanting to waste any time in getting rid of those, too. Only they got stuck on his shoes. Well, shit.
With a huff, Kendall untied the laces and pulled off each boot, tossing them aside with a thud. Jeans and boxer-briefs finally fully removed, he took off the other male's socks before settling between the pop star's legs.
James bit his bottom lip, looking down at the blond with half-lidded eyes, his chest trembling as it rose and fell at a more rapid rate. Anticipation made his exhale shaky, his adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard, lips parting on a small gasp as the teen wrapped his hand around his half-hard cock.
The smaller male gave the larger's dick a couple strokes, dipping his head down and flicking his tongue over the slit, reveling in the sharp inhale coming from a couple feet up the bed. Smirk on his face, he slowly licked up the cock with the flat of his tongue, paying special attention to the sensitive spot under the mushroom head. The singer bucked his hips up, his fingers gripping onto the comforter below as he panted.
"Ah, shit," the brunet gasped out, head tilting back momentarily before he turned back to the blond. "Suck me."
Kendall did exactly as instructed, wrapping his lips around the head of the larger male's cock, sucking on it hard. The groan he got in response went straight to his dick, hardening it further. He shifted his own hips so his boner wasn't being squashed against the mattress, taking in more of the singer's in his mouth.
Fingers tangled in his hair, but he tried to ignore the sensation, focusing instead on his own actions, going down on the elder male's cock until he felt it tap the back of his throat. Another gasp as the singer bent forward, hips bucking up again, a groan rumbling from his broad chest. The blond bobbed his head up and down, sucking hard on the head, stroking what wasn't in his mouth, flicking his tongue against sensitive nerves and the slit at the tip. Precome burst on his tongue, a satisfied "mmm" vibrating the dick in his mouth as he tasted it.
The brunet moaned, torso rolling, hips moving up and down as his head tilted back, struggling to maintain eye contact with the smaller male. The teen moved his free hand down, cupping and massaging the other male's sac, paying them special attention.
"Shit!" Both hands slammed on the mattress, heels digging in as he lifted his hips more. His pants were harsher, eyes screwed shut, knuckles white as he grasped the comforter. He was clearly gone, mind shutting down so that all he knew, all he could focus on was what he was feeling, what was being done to him.
Which was exactly the way Kendall wanted him.
The blond pulled the cock from his mouth, sucking on the head and coming off with a loud pop. He licked up each side, watching the other male's face as he did so, seeing the way he was biting down on his bottom lip once more, hearing the small whimpers leaving him. Smirk on his face, he lowered his head, licking the seam on his ballsac.
"Fuck!" James' back arched off the bed again, lasting only a second before his spine hit the mattress, only for him to immediately sit up. Grabbing onto the smaller male's upper arms, he pulled the teen up, slamming their lips together and ravaging him with a kiss that was pure lust and an animalistic need to claim. The blond kissed back just as hard, tongue battling push for push, shove for shove, hands tangled in brunet locks and pulling as he moved his hips, riding the thigh he was straddling.
"Need you naked," the singer stated, pulling away before flipping them over. He reconnected their lips in another harsh kiss, tongue dominating the smaller male's, invading his mouth and licking practically every inch. His hands reached between their bodies, taking hold of the teen's jeans, practically ripping the button out the hole before unzipping them. But rather than pulling them down and off, his hand moved around to the small of the younger male's back, sliding inside the denim and cotton layers, cupping his bare ass. A noise left Kendall's mouth, muffled by the other male's, ignored as fingers parted his cheeks and pressed against his hole.
The gasp of pain and the wince happened before he could stop them, his head pulling away from the singer's.
James leaned up, bracing his weight on his forearm, staring down at the blond with a mix of worry and confusion. "What? What happened? What's wrong?"
Green eyes drifted closed, Kendall swallowing hard as he realized he'd been busted. Only he wasn't about to just go along with it, wasn't about to admit to any weakness, wasn't about to act like a lil bitch. Reopening his eyes, he met the other male's curious and concerned stare, forcing a small smile on his face.
"Nothing, I'm fine," he lied, keeping his voice light, easy, hiding the pain and the slight irritation he was feeling in the back of his boxers. "Your hand's cold, that's all."
"Uh huh." James didn't seem to believe him, suspicion soon joining the other emotions on his face as he sat up.
The blond opened his mouth to further his lie but never got a syllable out. Without warning, he was flipped onto his stomach, the brunet gripping his hips and raising them slightly. The teen started to object, his words cut off as his jeans and boxers were slightly pulled down, revealing his ass.
"What are you—ahh fuck!" His question turned to an expression of pain, fist clenching the comforter, face shoved into the pillow. James had parted his cheeks, a finger rubbing the burning pucker of his hole, intensifying his discomfort and hurt.
"Fine, huh?" the pop star questioned, skepticism in his voice.
Kendall whimpered, sound muffled by the pillow, his eyes shut tight and his cheeks clenched together. The grip on his hips relented, allowing him to lower them onto the mattress, when really all he wanted to do was curl up in a ball and hide how embarrassed he felt at being such a pussy. He had a feeling it would probably just hurt more, not to mention put his hole on display more.
The singer moved so he was laying half on the teen, half on the bed. He nuzzled the younger's neck, hand lightly trailing up and down his bare back in a soothing manner, comforter the blond. "Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was low, free of anger or accusation. Instead, he sounded hurt that the smaller male didn't tell him, had hid this from him.
And didn't that just make the blond feel like a dick?
The teen swallowed, shrugging, the action hindered by the larger male laying along his left side. "Didn't want you to think I was weak," he confessed, his volume low, reluctant, clearly not wanting to admit to shit, especially not something like this and most definitely not to the guy he was falling for.
James breathed out a "god, Kendall", the words ghosting over his skin, the tone full of sadness and sympathy. The singer spoke louder as he continued. "I could never think less of you," he stated, voice sincere, arm wrapping around the smaller male's waist to hold him close, nose nuzzling the blond's neck just behind his ear. "You should've told me I was too rough. I would've taken it easier on you. Can't be easy being fucked like that so much."
A small smile tugged at the corner of the teen's lips. "I enjoyed it though."
"Still," the brunet objected, fingers rubbing the blond's exposed hipbone. "Fucking you is out until you heal up. I don't wanna hurt you." His lips grazed the sensitive skin of the younger male's neck, barely there kisses sending shivers down his spine.
A sense of regret and disappointment pooled in his stomach, his dick twitching against his boxers. Earlier thoughts of how they were only ever close when they were having sex came back to him, causing his mental state to plummet further as he realized their last night would be spent with them being emotionally distant.
'Hey, at least it'll help prepare ya for when you're physically distant.'
His brain was so charming and positive.
His mental downward spiral was soon cut off when he felt James rutting against his leg, the singer's bare cock rubbing against his denim clad thigh. Lips grazed the other shell of his ear, soft breaths and airy moans making Kendall shiver some more.
"Guess you'll hafta fuck me instead."
The brunet's whisper had the blond's eyes popping open, shock causing his body to freeze. Sure, the elder male had joked about the younger fucking him, had mentioned in passing that he'd bottom, but for it to actually happen? Whole 'nother thing entirely.
The singer kept up his grinding, his shaky exhales sliding over the teen's neck. "Please, Kendall." He spoke lowly, tone on the verge of begging. His hand slipped around the younger male's waist, sliding through the opening in his jeans, cupping his erection through his boxers. "You know you want to. You know you wanna pin me down, fuck into me as you make me beg for release, turn me into a pleading, whining mess as I shudder beneath you."
Dear. God. Yes.
Kendall turned his head so he could see the other male, crashing their lips together in a hard kiss full of lust and desire. He wanted all of what James had just said. He wanted to feel what it was like inside the singer, wanted to own him the way he'd been owned himself, wanted to dominate and damn near destroy like he had been so many times.
He wanted to fuck the singer with a need that made him ache everywhere.
James shifted, allowing Kendall to roll over, both males laying side by side, their torsos pressed together as they started kissing. The blond slung a leg over the brunet, part of him aware he still had his jeans on while the singer was naked, grinding their hips together. Both of them were moaning, both of them had hands that were roaming the other's body. The teen cupped the singer's ass, squeezing, massaging, a finger dipping between the cheeks and rubbing at his hole. He felt the larger male shiver, heard the way his breath hitched, rubbed more, pressing insistently against the puckered skin.
The elder male pulled his lips from the younger's, eyes half lidded, lips parted, cheeks flushed with need. He rolled them over so he was on top, pulling the teen's pants and boxers off with one swift move before laying on top of him once more, their hard cocks perfectly lined up.
"Thank god you're almost the same height as me," the brunet commented, hips rutting once more, their dicks sliding together. He cupped the blond's face, kissing him again, groaning as a finger went back to pressing against his hole.
The teen slid his finger inside, stopping at the first knuckle, knowing the other male might be a li'l uncomfortable at a dry digit being in him. The singer pulled his lips away, forehead pressing against his shoulder as he exhaled in a gasp.
James moved his lips to the blond's neck, a hand sliding to the back of his head to tangle in the slightly sweaty hair there, tugging on it as he sucked on sensitive skin. "Please, Kendall," he begged, biting down on the teen's weak spot and making him groan loudly. "Please fuck me."
Kendall nodded, dying to be inside the other male and claim him in the most primitive way. "Lube."
The brunet sat up, muttering out a curse before getting off the other male and off the bed. Walking naked, he headed to his suitcase on the other side of the room, unzipping it and flying open the lid impatiently before rummaging inside. The blond took the opportunity to remove his socks, watching as the singer found the necessary items and walked back over.
Smirk on his face, the brunet set the box of condoms on the nightstand before laying on his back on the bed, handing over the bottle of lube. The blond took it, settling between the pop star's spread legs as he popped open the cap.
"You sure you wanna do this?" He double-checked, seeing the nervous expression on the other male's face, seeing the tense contraction of his muscles.
The larger male swallowed visibly, adam's apple bobbing as he nodded vigorously. "Yeah. I'm sure."
The teen nodded in response, pouring out some of the lube and coating the fingers on his right hand. Laying over the brunet, he kept the hand between them, kissing the singer as he was bracketed by his legs. And as their tongues met, he slid a finger inside his hole.
James' legs stiffened as they sat bent on either side of Kendall, the muscles soon relaxing. The blond pushed his finger all the way in, moving it in circles, hooking it and pulling at the tight ring that was holding it. He did his best to loosen the puckered muscle, to stretch it in order to lessen further discomfort.
The brunet gripped the blond's upper arms, pulling away from the younger's lips and pressing their foreheads together. His breathing was shaky, harsh pants that hit the other male's lips, the taste of mint and James accompanying it. Biting his bottom lip, his eyes met the teen's, wordlessly asking for more.
And who was Kendall to deny him anything?
The blond slid his finger out, soon inserting two of them, watching as the other male tensed up more, feeling the way the singer tightened his grip around the smaller male's arms. The brunet's face scrunched up in pain, inhaling sharply before grunting out his discomfort.
Trying to distract him, the teen bent his head, sucking on a nipple as he held his fingers still, allowing the larger male time to adjust. The sounds of pain quickly turned to ones of pleasure, a hand moving to the back of the smaller male's head, fingers tangling in blond hair. Flicking his tongue over the pop star's nipple, the metal head started thrusting his fingers in and out of his hole.
James let out a few soft moans, his head tilted back, his torso rolling. Kendall kept up his ministrations, scissoring his fingers, grinding their cocks together as he groaned around the hard nub in his mouth. He moved to the other nipple, sliding in a third finger to stretch the singer more.
The brunet cried out, tensing up again, pulling on the blond's hair in pain rather than pleasure. The teen lifted his head, looking at the singer, seeing the look of discomfort back on his face. His own brow furrowed in slight confusion. All right, maybe he'd be a li'l uncomfortable if he hadn't been fucked in a while, but surely not to that degree.
Unless...
He stilled his fingers, all three slid all the way in, rubbing his nose against the other male's. "You okay?"
The larger male nodded, breathing still harsh. "Fine. Just—" he trailed off, shaking his head as he swallowed.
Kendall lifted his head, weight braced on his forearm as he looked down at the pop star. "You've done this before, right?" he questioned, not entirely sure what he'd get as a response.
An uneasy smile tugged up the corners of James' lips as he opened his eyes, forcing himself to keep contact with the smaller male's green orbs. "Fingered myself? Yeah."
The mental image of that very thing had the blond's eyebrows shooting up and his dick pulsing. Man, just picturing the pop star with his fingers in his ass, hips rolling as he stroked himself, head tilted back as he groaned in pleasure, it was enough to make him blow his load right then and there.
Storing that image away for later use, he focused on the current moment and conversation, trying to remember what exactly was said. "No," he replied, catching up. "I meant, have you been fucked before?"
"Oh. That." The barely there smile disappeared, his eyes flipping down, unable to keep contact anymore. "Uh. No."
Kendall's eyebrows went up once more as he realized that he was now Captain Kirk, his dick the Enterprise, and he was about to boldly go where no man had gone before.
Also that was the geekiest reference his mind had ever made.
He blamed Carlos. Because it was clearly his fault for making Kendall watch the revamped movie half a dozen times. Although he had to admit Chris Pine was pretty hot...
A groan cut into his thoughts, reminding him of the hottie he currently had in front of him, one who was by far sexier than an entire starship full of Captain Kirks, one who was digging his heel into the bed as he tried to thrust along with the fingers moving inside him.
Shit. Seeing James fuck himself down on his fingers was by far the hottest thing he'd ever seen. He'd probably end up using that image as masturbatory material, rather than the pretend one of the singer fingering himself.
Yeah, he needed to stop thinking about that. Not only was it making his orgasm come that much faster—and no one liked a premature ejaculator—but it was just reminding him that he was leaving soon. After all, why else would he be jacking off if he wasn't alone?
Refocusing on the here and now, he started moving his fingers again, thrusting, scissoring, stretching. He rolled his hips against the singer's, a preview of what was about to happen, their groans mixing in air that was heating up with their actions.
The brunet moved right along with him, their eyes locked once more. And when the blond raised his eyebrows in question, he nodded, silently communicating that he was ready.
Sliding his fingers out carefully, the smaller male sat up before reaching over to the nightstand and grabbing a condom. Only to have it snatched away from him.
The larger male smirked up at him as he tore the wrapper open with his teeth. "You put it on me," he pointed out, removing the rubber from its foil casing. "Only fair I get to return the favor."
The younger male returned the grin, squirting a li'l extra lube on his fingers and rubbing the brunet's hole with it, making sure he was more than adequately prepped. The condom was rolled onto him, the lube taken from his hand and poured onto his dick, fingers stroking him to make sure he was covered.
Both males prepped and ready, Kendall got them into position, pushing James' legs back and lining the tip of his dick up with the brunet's hole. Looking up, he met hazel-green eyes, seeing a thousand and one emotions flashing through them. "You sure you wanna do this?"
The singer let out a strained laugh, hands holding his legs. "You ask me that one more time and I swear I'll punch you in the dick."
"You punch me in the dick and neither one of us is getting laid."
"Shut up and fuck me already."
The blond chuckled, knowing he'd obviously made a good point if that was the brunet's rebuttal. Deciding to end the anticipation for them both, he moved his hips forward, the head of his cock pushing past the tight ring of muscle and entering the other male.
James' lips parted, his eyes widening as he let out a shaky gasp, a small "ahh" joining it. He panted out in sharp exhales, seeming to be struggling to relax, to calm down and accept what was happening. Kendall could relate, remembering his own first time, how strange it felt to be invaded, to be filled.
Leaning forward, he kissed the singer's forehead, tasting the salt from the thin sheen of sweat covering his skin. "I got you," he whispered, putting their foreheads together.
A small smile tugged up at the side of the elder male's lips, his breathing still shallow and rapid. His teeth dug into his bottom lip, a harsh exhale blowing through his nose as the younger male fully entered him, bottoming out and holding still. He took a deep breath and blew it out slowly through his lips, slowly relaxing, the tenseness leaving his muscles.
The blond rubbed his nose against the brunet's, hooking the larger male's legs inside his elbows as he pressed their bodies together, his weight braced on his forearms.
The pop star wrapped his arms around the teen, fingers trying to dig in and hold on. They stayed like that for several long moments, no sounds but their breathing and the AC that had kicked on but was having very little effect. Soon, the brunet moved his hips, giving the blond a nod to let him know he was okay, that he was ready, that he wanted the younger male to start moving.
Slowly and with extreme care, the metal head pulled back, feeling the mushroom head of his cock tugging at the tight ring of the pop star's hole, then he pushed forward once again. The larger male let out another gasp, his body tensing like before, his eyes closing, still not used to the feeling.
Kendall kept up the slow pace, but soon his body grew impatient. James wasn't making any pained noises, so he figured it was safe to speed up, increasing his thrusts. The singer groaned, a sound that seemed more outta pleasure than anything, the sound getting louder when the teen slightly changed angles.
The brunet's right arm flew out to the side, hand slamming against the mattress as he swore out loud, the appendage scrambling for something to hold onto. The smaller male moved his own hand, taking hold of the larger's, their fingers twining together. The blond felt his being squeezed, heard a whimper sound out, another couple "ahh" noises following.
The younger male rubbed his nose on the elder's, wordlessly asking him to open his eyes, to look at him. The request was granted, darkened eyes opening to meet his.
"You okay?" he asked, concern in his voice.
"Fine," the singer replied, pausing to lick his lips. "Does it always feel like this?"
Kendall furrowed his brow, not entirely sure what the other male was referring to. "Like what?"
"Like your entire body is on fire," he clarified, pausing to swallow. "In a good way."
The blond shook his head, not wanting to lie, not to James. "Not every time no. Depends on guy."
"What about with me?" The brunet sounded reluctant, nervous, afraid of what the blond's answer would be.
The teen looked down, focusing between their bodies as his hips moved in long, deep thrusts, the rhythm slow, peaceful. But his mind was racing, a million thoughts racing through them, all of them with a similar theme: that he'd never had better sex with anyone else and he doubted anyone else in the future would be able to come close in order for him to make any sorta comparison.
"With you?" he started, tilting his head back up and seeing the other male nod, seeing that nervousness still in his eyes. "It feels more like being thrown into a volcano and shot into the sun."
The pop star let out a small laugh. "Sounds accurate," he agreed, voice light, eyes now shining in amusement. The teen smiled back, shifting his angle, making the other male's head tilt back and face contort in pleasure. "Ah, fuck! So fucking good, babe."
It was the first time anyone had ever called him 'babe' and his hips stuttered, rhythm lost. He wasn't entirely sure how to handle the endearment so he focused less on just the moniker, more on how James said he was good.
He looked down at the other male, meeting half lidded dark eyes, seeing a myriad of emotions in the orbs, on his face. He was staring up at Kendall with a mix of pleasure, awe, wonder, a million other things flashing by, too fast to be recognized and named. But one thing the blond could see was a lack of fear, lack of confusion, lack of any sorta negative emotions. It was an openness, a trust, a belief that Kendall would never do anything bad, the conviction that this was the greatest sex he'd had or ever will have again.
It was then that it hit the teen that this time was different, and not just because he was inside the other male instead of the other way 'round. It was a belief that it was more than just fucking; this was actually making love.
His head dipped down, pressing against a broad shoulder and squeezing the pop star's fingers as he kept up his rhythm, the knowledge of what was happening making it too hard to look at the other male. James wrapped his arm around the blond's lean frame tighter, holding him close, pressing kisses on exposed skin as his ragged breathing ghosted over pale flesh.
"Kendall," he groaned, the sound like heavens music to the younger males ear. "Close. So close. Touch me. Please touch me."
The blond nodded, head still on the brunet's shoulder, slightly raising his torso. He reached between their bodies, wrapping his fingers around the other male's cock and pumping him in sloppy motions.
James head reared back, spine arching, prolonged moan being torn from his throat. Kendall shifted positions, sitting up, still stroking and thrusting. The brunet let out a moan tinged laugh, hand slipping as it tried to grasp the teen's thigh, settling for gripping the sheet and tightening his fingers around the other male's instead.
The blond watched, eyes unable to focus on anything else around them, only seeing the large male beneath him. Their eyes locked, the elder male's jaw slack, lips parted as a choked out gasped left him. He bit his bottom lip, muffling a moan, before his mouth hung open once more.
"Kendall," he started, panting before continuing. "I—fuck!" Whatever he'd been about to say was cut off, his hand slamming against the mattress as his back arched and his head tilted back.
The teen felt the elder clench around his dick, saw the way his entire body seemed to tense up, knew he was coming. Automatically his head tilted down, eyes locked into where he was stroking the larger male, both seeing and feeling the white streams of come as they left his dick.
Kendall understood fully James fascination with watching him orgasm. It was by far the hottest thing he'd ever seen. This male, this huge guy who was so calm, so collected, so put together was falling apart right before him in the best possible way. Gone was that mask, that wall that kept everything hidden and locked up. Everything he was feeling was on his face, easy to read: the intense pleasure, the overwhelming sense of being thrown into a volcano or the sun or whatever. There was the shock, the awe, the moment where everything was right and perfect and you felt everything and nothing all at once.
And it was because of Kendall
The blond kept stroking, kept thrusting, prolonging the experience. James was trembling beneath him, shaking, convulsing, small gasps coming from his mouth as come left his cock. He whimpered from it all, spent, still being touched, still being handled, and the teen wanted nothing more to wrap his arms around him and tell him it would be okay.
So he did just that.
James' arms automatically went around him, clinging, shaking, legs pulling him close as he buried his head in a slim neck. "Come," he stated, nearly demanded in a weak voice.
The younger male lifted his head, meeting still dark eyes. A hand went to his hair, fingers tangling, stroking, the touch gentle and loving. "What?" He knew the other male had to be in pain, knew that after a short time it physically hurt to feel someone moving inside you. But James still wanted it to happen.
"Wanna feel you," he explained, lips brushing together, breath mingling. "Please. God, Kendall, please." There was a desperate edge to the other male's words, like it physically pained him more not to feel the teen orgasm than having him inside. And the broken way his voice sounded did Kendall in.
The blond nodded, swallowing hard, licking his lips before gusting out a "yeah" against the elder male's. Pulling back, he stroked in slowly, listening to the groan James let out with more acute ears, making sure it was pleasure not pain that was causing the noise.
"Fuck," the singer breathed out, eyes drifting closed as his lips parted. His fingers gripped onto sweaty skin, breath harsh against the metal head's lips. But if he was in any pain, he wasn't showing it, wasn't letting the blond know.
The teen continued his thrusts, his orgasm getting closer, building up inside. The singer was clenching around his dick, squeezing it, giving the blond something tighter to push into. His passage was hot, slick, perfect, and the younger male hoped to hell he'd get to feel it again. And often.
The brunet's eyes met his, locked on, his fingers sliding into the blond's hair and tugging. It was exactly what the younger male needed, the action like a trigger that shot off his orgasm.
"Shit! James!" he groaned out as he felt his come filling the condom, the pleasure felt all over his body. His head reared back as every muscle tensed up, his back arching as his orgasm pulsed outta his dick. Riding it out, he slowed his thrusts, before collapsing on top of the larger male.
James held him close, unwrapping his legs from around the smaller male's frame, hands rubbing up and down his back. Kendall wondered why he was the one being comforted when the other male had been the one who was invaded, had taken the brunt of his thrusts, had been pounded into. And for the first time.
He lifted his head, running a hand through sweaty brown hair, shoving the locks back from the elder male's forehead. "You all right?" he questioned, still breathing hard, still slightly trembling from coming.
The singer nodded, swallowing hard, shaky smile on his face. "Yeah. Sticky, but good."
The blond let out a small laugh, stating he'd take care of that before kissing the other male sweetly. He slowly pulled out, careful not to hurt the pop star more, mindful of the wincing he saw and heard. The brunet insisted he was okay, so the blond pulled all the way out, making sure the condom didn't slip off.
He made his way to the bathroom, taking off the used rubber, tying the end and tossing it in the trash. A small stack of complimentary washcloths sat by the sink and he grabbed the top one, turning on the water at the same time. Washcloth dampened, he shut the water off and left the bathroom, heading around the end of the bed and sitting by James.
The brunet smiled, stretching languidly, eyelids halfway down. Hazel-green eyes focused on the washcloth as his torso was wiped down, the wet fabric heading between his legs and cleaning his entrance. He hissed between his teeth, causing the blond's head to snap up to his face.
"You okay?" the teen questioned, worried once more that he'd hurt the singer. Well, hurt him more than to be expected after his first time bottoming.
"No more than what I thought I'd be feeling," the brunet answered, face open and honest. "No pain, no gain, right?"
The blond laughed, going back to cleaning and finishing the job. He moved to get up off the bed, but a hand around his wrist stopped him. Green eyes traveled from the fingers holding him, up the other male's arm, to the singer's face. The brunet looked like he wanted to say something, mouth opening and shutting, only he never uttered a syllable. Instead, his own eyes focused on where his thumb was rubbing the pulse point inside the blond's wrist. Kendall thought back to statements he had made to the pop star about how he should feel his pulse, how it held the blond's heartbeat with it, how he had a piece of the teen's heart with him at all times. Seemed more true than ever now, the piece of the metaphorical organ that the elder male possessed bigger than it had been when he said that on the phone three days ago.
Fuckin' eh, had it only been three days? It felt like an entirely lifetime had passed since that fateful phone call that ended with the metal head agreeing to fly out and be with the pop star. Probably because his life had changed, everything had shifted and flipped and was spiraling outta control and there was nothing he could do but hold on and hope for the best.
Easier said than done at times.
The singer gave his wrist one final slow rub before releasing it, wistful smile on his face. But his eyes held something else, something sadder, something the singer seemed to not wanna focus on. Probably not something the teen wanted to hear then.
Kissing the elder male's forehead, he got up, heading to the bathroom. He cleaned himself off before tossing the used washcloth into the sink and looking at himself in the mirror, seeing his sex-ravaged appearance. Shoving a hand through his hair, he made the locks stand up, agreeing that it was a good look for him. Flipping the light off, he turned and left the bathroom, walking back into the bedroom part of the suite.
James had turned onto his side, back to the teen, comforter pulled up to his waist. Kendall didn't hesitate to join him, laying on his side also, facing the singer as he laid the blanket over his own legs. The blond wrapped his arm around the brunet, pressing his chest to the larger male's back, holding him close. He felt the elder chuckle, heard him turn his head slightly towards the younger.
"You big spoon tonight?" he asked, amusement in his voice.
"Damn straight I am" was the teen's response serious reply, one that got another small chuckle in response. He tangled his legs with the singer's pressing kisses where his spine met his neck, nuzzling his nose on the tan skin.
"Hey. Kendall?" James started cautiously, almost unsure. Although whether he was unsure about the blond's reaction or if he was gonna actually say what he wanted to, Kendall had no clue.
The younger male moved his nose along the other male's hairline, inhaling deeply, trying to memorize the scent. "Yeah?"
The singer tangled his fingers with the teen's, playing with them as they rested against well-toned abs. It was a long silent moment before he finally spoke, his voice low and his tone serious when he did. "I was a mistake, too." He swallowed audibly. "Only my parents never denied it like your mom did."
Kendall had no clue what to say to that, how to react. Instead he pulled the other male closer and tightened his grip on him, lips pressed to the back of his neck once more.
The teen barely knew anything about the singer's parents, but what he did know made him hate the pair. He hoped he'd never have to meet them, having no clue how responsible he could be for his actions in response to how they treated the one guy he'd ever truly cared about over his seventeen years. However, he knew for a fact that while he was around, he was gonna do everything in his power to make sure James knew that he wasn't a mistake, that he was the greatest thing that had happened—or ever will happen—to Kendall.