Aloha, my lovelies! I am back with another update, the second chapter to Got it Bad! Woohooo~
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I woke up late today with no one to take me to school, so that it why I'm uploading relatively early. And I REALLY love writing smut, so I was able to write this pretty fast. It's a good 3k+ words, so hopefully it'll fuel your Kenlos smutty needs until I get another chapter up - it always depends. If I get a lot of reviews, I want to put a chapter up faster than if I get, like three. I know you guys understand where I'm coming from!
Anyways, this A.N is ridiculously long, so sorry and enjoy this chapter!
CHAPTER TWO; The kind-of-sort-of-but-not-really date.
/x\ WARNING /x\
Sexy smut and naughty language near the end of this chapter.
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" maybe you and I should hang out after the movies . . . alone? "
Kendall stares, almost longingly, at the sentence on his phone. He reads it over a dozen plus times before finally clicking on the reply button. Staring at the letters on his keyboard, he has no idea what to do. What was he supposed to say to that? Was this even the same Carlos? He sure was acting differently. Should he even reply? Maybe he should play hard to get. That's what Jo did, back in Los Angeles, and it drove him crazy. Crazy, but in a good way.
He opens and closes the keyboard over and over, trying to decide what he should say, if he should say anything at all.
"Kendall!" His Mom yells from downstairs, making him sigh. Even if he was sure he wanted to text Carlos back, it was going to have to wait.
"Yeah?" He yells back, stuffing his cell phone in his pocket and standing up to open the door.
"Come do the dishes, will you? I have to pick up Katie in an hour and I still haven't been able to shower or—"
"Sure, Mom, I'll do them." He is downstairs now, patting his Mom's bony shoulder. He gives her a gentle push towards the stairs. "Hurry up and go. You now have fifty three minutes to be at Katie's school."
That gets her going, legs hurrying up the stairs. Kendall has barely made a dent in the pile of dirty dishes when his phone rings from within his pocket. He hurries to wipe his hands off on the dish towel beside him, eyes meeting the words 'INCOMING CALL: CARLOS' when he looks at his phone.
"Hello?" Kendall breathes, moving out of the kitchen to sit on the living room couch.
"Sorry if I weirded you out with that text . . ." Carlos' voice has gone down a few octaves since Kendall last heard his voice, giving Kendall the impression that the usually cheerful boy was lacking cheer.
"Huh? Oh, no! It wasn't weird, not at all!"
He hears Carlos let out a sort of strangled, breathy moan, making him stutter. "I, uh, had to go wash dishes, and I guess I just forgot to reply."
"Mm, okay," another low moan. "just making sure."
Kendall knows what Carlos is doing on the other end of the phone call. Imagining Carlos' hand wrapped around his own erection makes his cock twitch to life.
"Right, I'll see you tomorrow then," Kendall has got to get off of the phone.
"Aw, really? I wanted to chat with you . . ."
Kendall stands up to go back in to the kitchen. "Okay, what should we talk about then?"
"I just want to know more about you."
"What else do you want to know? Carlos, you asked me nearly every question back at school."
"I don't know . . . tell me something a little more . . . personal." His tongue rolls on the word 'personal', and Kendall bites his lip.
Carlos' voice has dropped again, making Kendall's throat feel suddenly dry as sand. "I can't think of anything." He manages.
"Oh, I'm sure you can think of something."
Kendall can feel his hand shake down his thigh, palming himself through the fabric of his jeans. He lets out a whine and Carlos laughs. His laugh is rough and sexy over the phone, and Kendall has to choke back another pathetic little whine.
He was usually pretty good at controlling his hormones and feelings, but it was as if he no longer had any control.
"Are you touching yourself, Kendy?" Carlos teases.
"Shut up." Is all Kendall can say, his nether regions practically screaming for more stimulation.
He is suddenly aware that his Mom is still in the house, hearing the shower water turn off.
"I have to go," Kendall says quickly.
"No you don't."
"Carlos, really, I have to go, can I call you later?"
"That depends, when is later?"
"I don't know, seven? Eight?" He can hear Carlos sigh.
"Just text me," then the phone lets out a beep to signal that the other line has ended the call. He shoots a quick text, a simple "Are you mad?" to Carlos before continuing on the dishes.
"I'm late!" He can hear his Mom cry out before the front door slams shut. He is grinning when he hears her car's tired squeaking as she speeds away.
Oh, he loved his Mom.
The rest of the week goes by just as Monday had, jokes and chit chatter passed on throughout the four days. The only thing Kendall had noticed was that Carlos hadn't mentioned the phone call.
"I'm taking my Dad's car tomorrow, so I can pick everyone up." James says, apple in hand, chunk of it in his mouth.
"You don't have to pick me up," Kendall reminds him.
"Oh yes, that's right!" Logan takes one of Carlos' skittles and pops into his mouth like a pill. "Mr. California HAS a car."
"Ooh, independent man!" James teases.
Carlos stays quiet, but only because if he opens his mouth, candy would be spilling out. "Don't you ever get real food to eat for lunch?" Kendall asks, noticing Carlos' struggle to cheese and swallow. He shakes his head eyebrows raised.
"At least he eats something. You've been here for a week and every day you show up to the lunch table empty handed." Logan says, pointing at Kendall's clean and food free spot in front of him.
"Why waste money on food when I'm not even hungry?" He flicks Carlos' arm when he hears the boy gasp. "I eat when I get home."
"So do I," Carlos says. "But I also eat lunch here."
"You're lucky you're good at hockey, or else you would be a little pudge ball." He pokes Carlos' stomach, watching his friend's lips turn into a smile.
"So, James, you pick me and Carlos up from my house and we meet Kendall at the movies." Logan says.
"Sounds about right." James agrees, and Kendall nods.
"Do we HAVE to watch that scary movie? I really don't—"
"Don't worry, Carli. You have three strong men to protect you!" He flexes his muscles like a body builder before joining the group in a long laugh.
"Hey, guys?" Kendall whispers once the laughter dies down.
"Hmm?"
"Who is that? Over there, by the lunch line? He keeps staring at us." Logan glances over to where Kendall was pointing, smile turning to a frown.
"Jett Stetson." He shifts back so he is facing the green eyed boy. "Just ignore him. He . . . uh,"
"He is just mad because I stopped hanging out with him to hang out with Logie and 'Litos." James finishes for the smart boy.
"Yeah, that's why." Logan grins.
"You used to be friends with him?" Kendall raises his eyebrows. "He looks so . . . weird."
"Why do you think I stopped?"
Carlos starts coughing, spitting a huge chunk of chewed skittles on to Logan's thankfully empty tray. "Ew, Carlos!" Logan says, jumping up from his seat.
"Relax; it's only on the tray, not on you." Carlos tells him. "Too much candy . . . I don't feel good."
Logan rolls his eyes, taking hold of the Styrofoam tray and throwing it away in the neatest trash can.
"But yeah," James says, back in the conversation. "Jett equals weird. Avoid at all costs!"
The bell rings, and they exit the cafeteria with everyone else. Kendall didn't want to go to his next class, seeing as he had no classes with anyone he talked to. So instead he enters the vanilla scented classroom, always remembering to smile at the young ebony skinned teacher, and sitting at his desk with his lips shut tight.
Because he seemed so quiet, no one really made an effort to try and talk to him. Really though, all he could think about was Carlos and how he seemed so childish and innocent — except on that phone call. Carlos was horny then, no doubt, and purposely called Kendall to get him to feel the same. There hasn't been any 'private' text messages or phone calls since that first dah, and Kendall was beginning to wonder if he had dreamt the whole thing. Which of course he knew couldn't be right — he looks at their Monday night conversation every chance he got — but he was still oh so confused.
The rest of the day he is still relatively silent, jotting down notes and finishing homework before he even had a chance to go home. He found that to be a mistake, however, because once he was inside his house, he realized he had nothing to do. He studies for an upcoming History exam a few times over, but it takes less than an hour before he can recite everything. His phone buzzes, black letters making the name 'James'.
" if I smuggled booze into the movies, would you drink it with me? "
" sure, why not? " Kendall replies.
" logie doesn't drink and he makes sure carli doesnt either. I swear, logie is so mean :( "
He laughs, imagining Logan scolding Carlos for taking a sip of beer. " bring some and I'll def. drink some. I'll even spike Carlos' drink ;) "
Maybe if he got Carlos drunk, the horny Spanish boy he encountered the other day would make a reappearance. James sends him a " sound like a plan:D! " and Kendall is floating in air.
He is going to see a movie, drink, and get to spend the day with friends.
Yes, it did sound like a plan.
A very good plan indeed.
"Where are you going? Kendall, can I come?" Katie asks, standing up from the couch to go beside her brother.
"The movies, and no."
"So you have a date?" She asks, wiggling her eyebrows and lips in a shocked expression.
Mama Knight overhears this, stopping her cooling to turn to him. "You have a date? Oh my, why didn't—"
"No! Jesus, I do not have a date! Just going to the movies with some friends. That's all." He puts his hands outward in front of him, as if to surrender.
"Oh yeah? You sure?" Katie challenges, leaning closer to Kendall to sniff his blazer. "Then why, Kendall, are you wearing the expensive Cologne Dad got you for your birthday all those years back?"
She had a good point. Kendall only ever wore this specific type of Cologne for church services — the three times he's been in his whole life —, family gatherings and dates.
He didn't have a date, no, but he was possibly hoping to seduce a certain golden skinned boy . . .
"I might meet a girl, you never know." Kendall shrugs, grabbing his keys and walking quickly to the door.
"Be home before one!" His Mom manages to yell right before the door shuts, Katie locking it behind him.
He is almost to the theater — he got lost three times during the drive, making him a good half hour late — when he gets a call from Carlos.
"Hello?" Kendall answers the phone while parking.
"Dude, did you die or something? Where are you?"
"I'm walking up right now. I'll see you in literally five seconds." He hangs up the phone, practically running inside to greet his three waiting friends, popcorn and drinks already purchased and in their hands.
"Movie starts in five minutes! Let's go!" He throws Kendall his ticket and they hurry inside the designated theater, number thirteen.
"Theater thirteen? Thirteen is an unlucky number, guys!" Carlos tries to run back out, but Kendall grabs his shirt just as he runs past him and pulls him back.
"Oh no, come on now." He doesn't let go of Carlos as they walk up the steps to the top, hand going from his shirt to his wrist. The smaller boy doesn't protest anymore, nothing coming from his mouth except a whimper when they pick a spot to sit at.
"Hey, James?" Kendall whispers, going over Carlos to talk.
"Hmm?"
"Thanks for paying for me, man . . . I'll pay you back when—"
"No need, my brother. You just have to take Carlos home for me as a favor, okay?" Kendall immediately nods, mouth starting to water when he looks over at the completely oblivious boy.
James hands the blonde a soda, winking to let Kendall know what was mixed in. He unscrews the cap and takes a generous whiff, regretting it when the stench of hard booze hits him, making him sneeze and have somewhat of a coughing fit.
"Are you okay?" Logan stands up to look at Kendall over James and Carlos, brown eyes wide.
James shakes his head subtly, letting Kendall know that Logan was unaware of the drinks they had. "Yeah, just swallowed my gum is all."
"That'll stay in you for seven years!" Carlos says.
I'd like to stay in you for seven years, Kendall thinks with a goofy grin.
He passes Carlos a soda — which really was vodka with a tablespoon of soda —, leaning in to tell him to go slow with the drink. Carlos nods, and he can't help but notice the way his breath on Carlos' ear has made goose bumps run all along the tan boy's neck. He watches him a little longer through the corner of his eye, smirking when the boy takes a sip of the drink and makes a face.
"Kendall," Carlos whispers. "What the hell is this?"
"A drink," Kendall replies, lips maybe a little bit to close to the boy's ear than needed.
He watches Carlos bite his lower lip, and the blonde lets out a quiet groan. And when Carlos grins back at him, Kendall realizes he was being teased. Again.
"I don't like teases," The green eyed boy pouts, resisting the growing urge to touch the growing problem in his jeans.
"What if I like to tease?" Carlos asks ever so innocently, running his hand over Kendall's right thigh.
"Mother fucker," Kendall whines as quietly as possible.
Carlos' fingertips are just so close, and Kendall knows that Carlos knows.
"Please, Carlos, it's not funny!" Kendall whines again when Carlos manages to touch a part of his bulge.
"Please what?" He asks.
Instead of begging like he Carlos was hoping for, Kendall grabs his friend's hand and places it on top of his erection, pressing down hard so he can buck his hips up.
"Jesus, Kendy," Carlos bites his lip, deeper voice returning.
So he was horny that other day on the phone? Before this had a chance to go anywhere else, Kendall glances behind Carlos at James and Logan, but James has his back to the other two, talking to Logan. So he goes back to what he was doing, grinding against Carlos' hand and fighting back a moan that wants so badly to come out.
"Shh," Carlos shushes him, shooting the blonde a glare. "Do you want me to continue or not?"
"Yes, yes, oh please yes!" Carlos lets out a sort of groan sigh, as if to let Kendall know that he really liked the begging.
"Mm, Carli, please touch my cock . . . I'll be quiet, just please baby, please~"
Carlos unbuttons his pants; hand diving down into the larger boy's underwear to give him such a rough tug that Kendall lets out a rather loud gasp.
Kendall is practically putt in his hands, because Jesus Christ it feels good. He is thankful for the nearly empty theater, because he wants oh so badly for Carlos to stick his head in between his legs and wrap his pretty pink lips around his . . .
A scream in the movie makes his jump, but it doesn't seem to faze the smaller boy. He glances over at the other two, but they seem to be in some deep conversation.
Kendall wants to laugh; they really had no idea what was going on just two seats to their left. The green eyed boy didn't know why, but the idea of a secretive lust turned him on ever more.
"Are you close?" Carlos whispers in his ear, Kendall can only nod in response. "I can tell," he grins and starts to nibble on Kendall's earlobe.
He didn't know how he could tell, but before he can even warn Carlos, the golden skinned boy leans down, taking Kendall's head in his mouth just enough to catch ever single drop of the blonde's semen.
Then he watches Carlos lick his lips and toll his hips into his own hand, Kendall suddenly feeling selfish. He leans over and gropes Carlos' impossibly hard clothed erection, seriously groaning at just how rock hard it is.
"Look how hard you get me, Kendy. I'm so hard for you, mm. Are you going to help me? I want to come too, baby . . ." His voice is low and rushed.
How did he know such dirty, perfect things to say? God, you never would have guessed . . .
"Fuck, Carlos, come here . . ."
Carlos goes as close as they can get and Kendall — for the first time in his entire life, jacks off another boy. He is much quieter than Kendall was, only biting his lips and bucking his hips in sync with Kendall's steady rhythm. He comes easily, finishing in an empty soda bottle.
Kendall takes his hand out of Carlos' jeans, kissing his friend on the cheek. As if on cue, the movie ends and the credits begin to roll.
"Nice movie," James says, first to stand up and stretch.
"No it wasn't! I hated it!" Carlos' voice is suddenly back to his regular pitch, lust completely gone.
"You had your head down in your hands for practically the whole movie! How can you hate it?" Kendall says, playing along.
"I still heard it, Ken-dog!" Carlos argues, earning an eye roll from Logan. "It wasn't that bad. I'd watch it again if I had too."
"Me too," Kendall mutters, glancing at Carlos.
He isn't paying any attention though, to busy having some dumb argument with James.
"I swear, they are such kids." Logan whispers to the blonde.
Oh, Kendall thinks, you have no idea.
Ta da! Chapter two is complete!
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