Yaay! Finally, I've put up another chapter! I don't have a laptop right now, so I'm stuck at the library typing what I write on paper and then uploading it . . . if you were wondering why it takes so damn long for me to update. I'm still writing the second chapter for Down Under, but look for it soon, all right? You could check it out now, read the first chapter and let me know what you think about it? (: But most importantly,
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xx - Jamie
P.S lots of smutty Kenlos in this. Enjoy ladies and gents!~
Kendall Knight had gotten a taste of Carlos Garcia, and he found himself quickly wanting more. Monday morning he was more than ready to kiss the raven haired boy, Carlos not leaving his mind once while getting ready for school.
He is very conscious of what he picks out of his closet, putting on a good three different outfits before finally settling for a dark denim pair of jeans and a maroon colored t-shirt. He tries his best with his hair, even if his always looks the same. Tying his shoelaces, he grabs his car keys and practically runs out of the door. He checks his phone at every chance he can get, but Carlos is yet to text him. What if he regrets kissing him? Regrets touching him? Kendall's stomach churns at the thought; he really liked this kid. He pulls into the student parking lot and sees it is nearly empty. How early was he? Early enough to see one of the few cars also in the student parking lot filled with two boys having a mighty intense tongue war in the front seat.
One of the two boys pulls away and looks at Kendall, who was watching them, and gasps before ducking down, but Kendall already knows who it is?
"Logan?" He sputters, mainly to himself.
The boy he was kissing casually opens his side door and steps out, and Kendall immediately breaks into hysterics. "James?" He shouts, and James gives him a grin.
"Hey there, Ken-dog!" Kendall gives a small wave, continuing to bellow out his laughter. Logan finally emerges from the car, pink with embarrassment from head to toe. "Hi, Kendall. You're here early."
"Yeah . . . so are . . . you . . ." He holds his side, which is now throbbing. He eventually gains composure, stands straight and rubs the back of his neck.
"So, uh . . . how long has this thing been going on?" Kendall asks when they start walking together towards the building's entrance.
"Mm, it'll be three weeks on Friday." James answers, pulling Logan in for a small kiss.
Logan flails; pushing James away with such a sudden force that James actually stumbles back a few inches. "Not here!"He hisses at his boyfriend, turning to Kendall. "We are, uh, a secret thing. I don't want Carlos to freak out. I am still surprised that he still hangs out with me—"
"Why would you be surprised . . . ?" Kendall starts to ask, stopping when he notices James' glare.
"It must be weird being friends with a guy who likes dude while you like girls."
"What? Carlos isn't—"
James pinches his arm, silencing him. "Carlos isn't like that," James says for Kendall.
That wasn't what Kendall had intended to say of course, but he decides to leave it alone until he could talk to James in private. Which, as it turns out; he didn't have to wait long. Once the trio makes it inside, Logan excuses himself to the library where he could finish his AP biology assignment.
He gives James a quick hug before scurrying away. Kendall can hear James sigh, which makes him feel bad for the tall dude.
"So . . ." The blonde says, walking down the hallway beside the brunet. "Why did you pinch me again?" He rubs his arm in memory.
"Listen, Kendall, Carlos doesn't . . ." He sighs. "Carlos is Carlos. He isn't sure of what he wants. One day he likes girls, the next he is pawing over you; which sex he likes, no one knows. You can't tell Logan that you and Carlos did . . . whatever you two did."
Kendall doesn't understand. "Trust me, Carlos isn't straight. Why can't we tell Logan? And besides that, how do you even know about—"
"You two aren't exactly quiet when it comes to kissing. I had to distract Logie the entire damn movie so he wouldn't look over. I told Carlos I knew and he told me about it, anyways." He shrugs his muscular shoulders. "With Logan, Carlos doesn't want to let him know that he might be gay because . . . Logan sort of judges. He doesn't want Logan to nag him for dating a girl if he decides he isn't one hundred percent gay. You know the guy who says 'What? I thought you were gay!' and basically makes fun of him for it."
The thought of Carlos not dating him and dating a girl is enough alone to have Kendall's heart aching. "When you two talked . . ." A lump in his throat catches the rest of his sentence.
"Yes, Kendall, we talked about you. He likes you."
More people, from the buses, start flooding into the school. "Speak of the devil," James whispers, nudging Kendall to look to his left. Chatting it up with a tall black haired girl, Carlos wears a bright yellow polo shirt and light colored jeans. His smile and laugh echoes through the hall, and Kendall sighs. As soon as Carlos sees Kendall and James, he waves goodbye to the girl and hurries over to James' side.
"I overslept this morning," is the first thing Carlos says. "I got ready in, like, a minute." He grins proudly, and Kendall finds his knees weakening.
"I'm going to go get breakfast." James tells them. Just like that, they are alone.
They sort of just look at each other for a few moments. "Hey," Kendall says.
"Hey." Carlos says back, giving him a smile.
He wanted so badly to kiss those lips, pull Carlos into his arms. He thinks Carlos is thinking the same, from the way he catches him staring at his lips. So Kendall licks them, bites his bottom lip before smirking up at Carlos.
"Tease. Hate you,"
Kendall shrugs his shoulders and then a thought pops into his head. "Hey Carlos, I forgot something in my car. Come with me to get it?"
He nods, and Kendall hurries down the hall and out to the parking lot. He unlocks it and gets in, Carlos following.
"What are we looking for?" He asks innocently.
Before Carlos can realize what's happening and reject, he jams the keys into the ignition and reverses.
"Kendall!" Carlos whines. "I can't miss school!"
"One day won't kill you!" Kendall growls, leaning over to grab Carlos' thigh. He sucks in a hard breath, giving Kendall a glare but no longer objecting to the kidnap.
"Logan is going to wonder where we are!" Carlos says.
"So?"
"So, I don't want him to bitch at me or you."
They pull into a Wal-Mart parking lot close to the school. "Do you want to fool around with me, or go back to school and sit in class for six hours?" Kendall can't believe how forward he just was. Whenever he liked someone, he was usually so shy.
Carlos bites his lip, his signature move to tell Kendall he was turned on.
"Okay then. Now get over here and kiss me," Carlos complies, easily climbing over and sitting on Kendall's lap.
"We can go back to my place in an hour or so; once my sister leaves for school. Her bus comes at eight thirty." Carlos nods, giving a slight roll of his hips that makes Kendall let out a breathy groan.
"Is this okay?" He asks, starting up a steady dry hump. Kendall's new and insanely hard erection is being rubbed on at the perfect angle, and all Kendall can do it moan.
"So loud," Carlos whispers. "I like it."
"Sorry," Kendall still apologizes, swallowing a groan. He lets himself sigh, and Carlos groans.
"Kendall . . ." He whines.
"Ye-Yeah?"
"Talk dirty to me,"
Kendall laughs, despite the hot situation. "Why are you laughing? Ugh, Kendall, please . . . ?"
"I know baby. Don't stop humping me, you slut. You're so good at it, mm . . . you sure you haven't done this before?"
"Uhnnn . . . I'm sure. You're good at talking like a dirty porn star. How?"
"I, uh, might have sexted with a couple of girls back in Cali."
Carlos slows his thrusts. "Hey Kendall, have we sexted?"
"Hmm. You could that, I guess. You turn me on so much."
"Even through text?"
"Hell ye—Oh God, baby, yes."
Carlos has somehow managed to unbutton and unzip his jeans, fisting Kendall's leaking shaft with a delicious force. "This good?" Carlos asks, arching his back so he doesn't hit the steering wheel behind him while Kendall squirms around, breathing hard.
"So good. Ugh, tighten your grip. More. Oh Jesus fucking Christ, just like that." Kendall lets out a long moan-whimper, and Carlos' cock has never been so hard in his entire life.
Kendall comes, painting Carlos' hand and his own shirt with his semen. "Aw, shit," Kendall sighs. "I liked this shirt!"
That makes Carlos laugh and sit back in his right seat, cleaning his hand off with a random napkin. "Let's go back to your house? It's almost eight thirty."
Kendall nods, fixing himself before turning the car back on. They are driving for a few minutes when Kendall hears a tiny whimpers. He looks at Carlos, whose hand was busy rubbing a large bump in his jeans. They lock eyes for a minute and the smaller boy pulls back his hand, embarrassed.
"Oh, baby," Kendall can almost feel the sexual frustration coming from Carlos. "Here, let me help you," He tries to grab at Carlos' bulge but Carlos swats his hand away.
"You're driving. I'm okay." He palms himself again, muttering something that Kendall wonders is even English.
"You look so hot like that, trying not to touch yourself. Forcing back those moans like that," Kendall stops at a red light and watches the Latino. "I want you to jerk off. Right now, will you?"
Carlos doesn't respond with words, but instead starts pulling down his jeans. They both moan as Carlos' cock bobs free, and Kendall can see by the way its leaking and tinted red again his golden skin that the raven haired boy was definitely horny. He watches as he takes his cock in his own hair, starting thrusting up into his fist. They are driving again, and Kendall is watching the road as he asks,
"Is this what you do when we text? Whenever you think of me?" He hears Carlos whimper, and he takes that as a yes.
"You close, 'Litos?" Another whimper. "Well stop, we are almost home." He looks at Carlos, who hasn't stopped flicking and pumping his wrist. So Kendall leans over and takes both of his hands in his one, leaving Carlos to groan.
"Come on Kendall!"
"No. I'm going to finish you off myself—hey, that's my Dad!" He drops Carlos' hand and rejoins it with the wheel, letting Carlos tuck his still throbbing back in his jeans himself. Kendall looks in the other direction when a black car rolls by.
"Thank God, he's leaving. I totally forgot he was here." They turn into the driveway. "Welcome to Casa Del Kendall Knight and family!" He hurries to unlock the door and set his things down on the couch.
"Very nice," Carlos nods his head in an approving away.
"Yeah." Kendall winks and wraps his hands around the smaller boy's waist, thigh touching Carlos' erection.
"K-Ken—"
"Shh baby, I got you." And boy, he does.
He gets on his knees and tongues Carlos' slit, stroking his shaft, not having to do very much before Carlos is grabbing onto Kendall's hair, blowing his load right into Kendall's waiting mouth.
"Mm," Kendall says once Carlos is finally done, and he stands slowly. "You taste good."
Carlos shrugs and blushes. Once the sexual need is released from the smaller boy, he was back to being silly and even shy. "You hungry?" Kendall asks, and Carlos nods.
They go into the kitchen and look through the pantry, settling for a package of cookies. "Carlos?" Kendall asks suddenly. He has been waiting to ask this question for a while, trying to figure out if it was a good idea or not.
"Hm?" Carlos doesn't even look up from his cookie.
Kendall takes a deep breath, then another . . . and another.
"I . . . uh . . ." His heart hurts. What if he says no?
"Do you want to be my boyfriend?"