Okay guys, AN UPDATE. I adore this chapter. First of all, smut. Yesssss. Second, a ton happens. Like a ton. And the chapter isn't even that long. So it's pretty intense! ;) I have the entire rest of the fic planned out and there will proooobably be like 3 or 4 more chapters? I don't know though, because a ton still has to happen. Haha but yupp, READ.

Reviews would be amazing.

Kendall got up from his seat on the bed and headed to the bathroom. He opened the door and watched James' tan figure behind the blurred glass shower door, sighing shakily. He cautiously undressed and left his clothes on the floor. He inched toward the shower and opened the door slowly. Judging by James' uninterrupted harsh scrubbing at his scalp, he didn't notice. Kendall stepped into the shower and slowly wrapped his arms around James from behind and James instantly tensed.

"Kendall?" he asked quietly, voice trembling. He turned around and gazed at Kendall, eyes wide.

"Your hair," Kendall laughed, staring at the shampoo-ey frizzball in front of him. James yelped and instantly leaned into the stream of water from the shower, furiously scrubbing the shampoo out of his hair. He felt gentle hands lovingly touching his back and when he turned back around, he froze; Kendall was staring at him with this look of longing and just absolute... love.

"Kendall," James said.

"James." The blond stepped closer and pulled James tight against him. "I love you." James didn't even have time to reply because just then Kendall was pulling him into a deep, loving kiss that was already sending electricity to James' groin. He put both hands on Kendall's hips and gently rubbed at his sides, slowly traveling lower.

"You're so fucking perfect, Kendall," James whimpered and Kendall groaned into the kiss.

"Touch me," Kendall practically sobbed. "Just touch me, James."

James gripped Kendall and ran his hands all over him. The two were clinging to each other and kissing with an intense, insatiable need. James gripped his boyfriend's ass and trailed his fingers down to his asshole and Kendall was instantly keening. He pulled James flush against him and ground their cocks together, both boys groaning. James cautiously pushed a finger into Kendall's entrance and felt him totally tense up. "This'll feel amazing," James murmured, "I promise." Kendall relaxed a bit but kept a firm grip on James' shoulders. James pushed his finger in all the way to the second knuckle and gently penetrated Kendall.

After a little while he added a second finger and the moment he started scissoring, Kendall began uttering a slur of, "God, James," and "fuckfuckfuck..." James felt Kendall's cock pulse against his thigh and his own was quickly becoming painfully hard. James fucked Kendall faster with his fingers and when it became too much for Kendall, he pulled away and grabbed James' wrist. James stumbled after his boyfriend out of the shower, the two of them too concentrated on the situation to even remember to turn the water off.

Kendall bent over the sink counter and gripped his own ass, spreading himself for James. "Fuck me." He looked back at James and stared him down, daring him to come closer. James took a deep breath and gripped the base of his cock in an attempt to calm himself down. Truth be told, James didn't think he'd last much longer than a minute.

James lined himself up with Kendall's asshole and began slowly pushing his cock in. He gripped the creamy skin of Kendall's hips and ass as he pushed forward and started becoming lightheaded with pleasure. Kendall's heat pulsing around him was fucking amazing and okay, he'd be lucky if he lasted thirty seconds. Kendall ground his teeth together and squeezed his eyes shut as James inched his way in. When James was all the way in he whispered, "You okay, babe?" Kendall nodded and grunted to James to continue. James pulled back before thrusting forward again, soon building up a steady rhythm. He was a bit worried that Kendall wasn't enjoying this until he heard Kendall's strangled cry of, "A-Again! Right there..."

James angled himself to hit that same spot and eagerly complied, slamming into Kendall hard. Kendall cried out louder this time and gripped the counter beneath him.

"Oh, f-f-fuck, so good, oh my God..." Kendall hissed. James felt himself getting close to the edge but, determined to continue making Kendall scream, willed himself to keep going. He was slamming into Kendall with such force that the blond was absolutely sobbing. James was panting heavily and knew that he couldn't hold off his orgasm much longer. He reached forward and grabbed his boyfriend's cock and, imitating what Kendall had done during their first time, pulled Kendall up by his hair.

James pumped Kendall's cock and tugged at his hair, pulling his head back to rest on James' shoulder. "Cum for me, Kendall," he growled into the blond's ear, and that was all it took. Kendall cried out and erupted and seeing Kendall's face in the mirror, James finally lost it. The two came simultaneously, Kendall's cum spurting onto the bathroom counter and James' painting Kendall's insides white.

James gripped Kendall so hard while riding out his orgasm, he was sure he'd leave bruises on Kendall's perfect pale skin. Kendall was panting and sweating buckets, leaning on James with all his weight. There was a beautiful, serene silence in the room and neither boys wanted to break it.

James was the first to speak. "I didn't think I could ever love anyone this much." Kendall lifted his head and gazed lovingly at James.

"I did," he replied, and James cocked an eyebrow. "Because I've always loved you this much." James laughed and gave Kendall a squeeze. He reluctantly pulled away and grabbed a few towels out of the bathroom closet, tossing one to Kendall. The two dried themselves off and James turned off the shower and wiped the cum off the counter. They giggled the whole time, somehow giddy after such an intense session of lovemaking.

"I'm gonna go get dressed," James said. "Can you do me a huge favor?"

"Sure," Kendall smiled.

"Take the clothes and towels in here down to the laundry room?"

"James," Kendall groaned. "Can't it wait?"

"There's jizz on the towels," James said after a moment, and Kendall had to agree.

"Fine," he sighed dramatically and winked at James. "I'm pretty sure I should get dressed before I do that, though."

"Probably," James smiled.

Kendall leand over and snatched up his and James' clothes and towels, throwing them into the laundry basket before heading out of 2J to take them to the laundry room. He was still in the afterglow of sex, practically walking on air. He loved James so much, and cared about him more than anyone else in the world. And he wanted nothing more than James' happiness. If Kendall had to spend the rest of his life right at James' side making him feel beautiful, he was more than willing to do just that.

Kendall set the basket on top of the first washing machine and pulled out his phone, typing out a quick 'I love you' text to James. He opened the washing machine and threw both shirts and the towel inside before grabbing his jeans and feeling around in the pockets. Kendall pulled out a twenty and mentally cheered. After putting his jeans in he reached for James'. Touching the pockets, he snickered to himself at the feeling of something crinkled in one of them. He was debating whether or not to swipe it if it was money.

Instead, Kendall found a crumpled-up receipt. He squinted at the tiny print but could make out what had been purchased: an Emetic. When Katie was little and drank an entire bottle of cough syrup, his mom had to speed to the pharmacy to get her one.

Seeing writing through the thin paper, Kendall turned over the receipt. His jaw literally dropped. '555-0809, Matthew', with a tiny little heart after the name. A fucking heart.

Kendall's blood ran cold. For a while he stood completely still, staring at the little piece of paper in his hand that to anybody else would be just a receipt. To think that Kendall may have never even seen the receipt, had he not been cleaning up James' fucking mess; just like how he cleaned up all of James' enormous, destructive messes before. It was ironic really; James' smallest mess, the tiniest error he'd made by leaving the receipt in his pocket, had just completely shattered Kendall's trust for him. The trust that was left.

Kendall was shaking. He had never felt so betrayed in his life.

The first thought that ran through Kendall's head was to just get the fuck out of there. Talking to James didn't even cross his mind. He didn't want to see James' fucking face.

Kendall balled up the receipt in his fist and dropped in the laundry basket. He turned and left, leaving the laundry behind and the washing machine wide open.

"Anybody seen Kendall?" James asked, poking his head into the TV room. Mrs. Knight was sitting on the couch with a magazine and peeked up at James.

"No, honey, he left with the laundry about an hour ago, but I haven't seen him since. Did you need something?" She set the magazine aside and gazed comfortingly at James. Logan and Carlos put down their video game controllers and looked at each other.

"No, I'm fine," James smiled. "He probably just... got distracted along the way or something."

Mrs. Knight smiled back. "I'm sure he'll be back soon."

Carlos pulled out his phone and sent a quick text to Kendall asking where he'd run off to, because this clearly wasn't a good sign. James was trying his best not to worry, but it was pretty difficult.

He anxiously waited for another hour and when Kendall still hadn't returned, he excused himself to check on the laundry. James practically sprinted to the laundry room and burst in, looking around the tiny space futilely for Kendall. He spotted the forgotten laundry and walked toward it, wondering why in the world Kendall would have just left it there.

He found his answer. There, crumpled up in the laundry basket, was the receipt.

James immediately pulled out his phone, finding the text that Kendall had sent him just minutes after leaving the apartment. His heart was racing and his palms were sweating and he swore he was going to throw up.

James dialed Kendall's number but either his phone was off or he had set his phone to send James' calls straight to voicemail. After the beep, James began talking a mile a minute: "Kendall, it's not what it looks like... p-please, just give me a chance to explain. I didn't call Matthew. I didn't ask for his number either. He just wrote it there. A-And I just want you to come home so we can work this out. Please come home." James was about to hang up but added, "I love you."

He didn't know where to go from there. He could keep calling Kendall, but Kendall obviously didn't want to talk to him. James could not let this end their relationship, he just really couldn't. Kendall was all James had to live for.