Oh my God, I don't even know what to say. I really don't have very many excuses for why the fuck I am updating this so late. I used to be really good at updating my fics and now I feel like I am letting everyone down :'( Worst part is, I read fics and always hate when they don't update for like, a month or whatever. I AM A HYPOCRITE.

At least I'm updating now . . . right? Well, before the story goes on, I would like to address some things.

One, I'm not really sure where I'm going with this. This is one of those fics that will at some point has a defined plot, but for now . . . now I am using this as my release of all the sexual frustration that the boys give me. I can't even help it, I start writing and then all the sudden Carlos is touching Kendall, or Kendall is touching Carlos or WHATEVER THE CASE MAY BE! It just happens. Is it a bad thing? Sometimes it is, like when I am trying to make it long and worth reading. You can only read so much smut in one fic. Well, actually I love smut and I love a lot of it. So really I have no idea what I'm talking about.

I really just want to know what you guys think about the crazy smut and what you think should happen/ what you want to see happen, blah blah. I do manage to stir up something that I think will make a good amount of drama in this chapter, though. Okay, well, I'm going to type up the new chapter of Down Under now, good day to you all! ;)

-Jamie

Two weeks flew by as quickly as they came. Carlos and Kendall are nearly inseparable—when alone, anyways. The same can not be said about James and Logan, however. The two had been fighting increasingly and really, they were at their breaking in James' Dad's car, Logan has his fists clenched, mouth closed with lips in a tight line, his glasses practically hanging off of his nose.

"What do you mean I was flirting with her? I was just being nice!"

"Nice!" Logan shrieks, "You traded numbers with her! Right in front of me!"

James rolls his eyes. "So what? It's not like I'm going to sleep with her,"

"I bet you would love too, though, huh?"

"Hey man, I'm trying to help you out here, cut me some slack!" Logan stares at his 'boyfriend', heart aching. James' eyes widen and they stare at each other. "That's not what I meant—Logan . . ."

"Help me out, eh? So what does that mean exactly? Just dating me because you feel sorry for me?"

"What? No, Logie! I just . . . I didn't mean that."

"I know you'd rather be seeing a woman, I get that—"

"That's not true! Baby, I want to be with you!"

"Please. You wouldn't' even be with me if it wasn't for Jett." The silence after the smart boy's statement tells Logan all he needs to know. Jett had truly ruined everything.

Jett and Logan met at a house party during Freshmen year, a month or so after Logan and Camille and officially broken up. Jett had waltzed right over to the smart brunet and whispered in his ear, "Hey there, cutie," so lightly and sensual that Logan still gets chills thinking about it—though he really tries not too—.

But really, to make a long and fairly dramatic story short . . . Jett and Logan started chatting and got to know each other, and eventually began hooking up in—well, any place they could find. The two, even when not having sex, were very good together. Jett knew all the right things to say, and Logan knew how to react to his boyfriend's charming mannerisms. Jett and James had been best friends for God knows how long, and was the only one other than the couple themselves that knew about their relationship.

The summer leading up to Senior year, James found Jett sleeping around with another boy. So, trying to be noble, he told Logan of his boyfriend's affairs. James had never seen someone look so crushed in his entire eighteen years of life. It was understandable, though; Logan had given Jett his virginity—in all aspects—and three years of his life. James and Logan became friends and ditched Jett.

"So . . ." Logan's voice cracks. "Are you really only . . . dating me because . . . you feel sorry for me?"

James sighs heavy and loud. "I really do like you, Logan,"

"But you like girls better."

"In general? Yeah, I do. But any girl over you, no way." James tries take his boyfriend's hand but is instantly rejected. "Logie . . ."

"No." James narrows his hazel eyes and grunts, pulling into his driveway and turning off the car. "Okay, fine. You want to act like that, whatever, You think I care? I'm done!"

"Done? Done? What do you mean you're done?" His voice cracks again and whatever anger James had boiling in his chest seems to vaporize.

"I mean . . . I can't keep fighting anymore with you. I hate it."This time when he leans over to take Logan's hand, Logan does not reject. "So no more fighting, okay Logie? Let's go inside and make some food, I'm starving."

James tries to open the door, but Logan grabs his shoulder and turns him around, placing his lips on his before the taller of the two can react. He kisses back, and likes how Logan's mouth is hot and tasty. He likes Logan, really he does . . . it was just that, well—Logan slips his tongue in James' mouth, and the taller boy allows his boyfriend a few moments of dominance. He lets his hand run up and down Logan's thigh, stopping when he feels the familiar hardened lump in Logan's jeans; not to mention the groan Logan does when he continues to rub over the bulge. He tries so hard to get into it, to feel as turned on and aroused as Logan. He is turned on, just a little, but it isn't enough to get him even half hard.

Please, He thinks, I want to like him like he likes me. He is perfection. I want to like him.

Why can't I feel the same way?

Xxx

Back at the Garcia residence, Carlos and Kendall are sitting in Carlos' room. Kendall lays on his boyfriend's bed, watching his boyfriend throw clothes around his once-clean room. "I think you look great in what you're already wearing, you know." Kendall comments as a blue shirt falls on his head.

He takes it off, setting it beside him. "I'm meeting your parents, Ken!"

"Yeah, and?"

"And I have too look good. No, not even good! I have to look great! Fantastic!" He pulls off his red shirt and looks around his messy room. "Nothing to wear!" Carlos whimpers.

"I think you should go like that," Kendall eyes Carlos' bare torso. "Maybe take off your pants, too?" He can't help his tongue, darting out and involuntarily licking his suddenly dry lips.

Carlos rolls his eyes and ignores his request. "Kendy, please help me find something!"

Kendall groans, looking around before taking hold of the blue shirt that had fallen on his head. "Here. Wear this." He tosses it to the Latino, who stares at it for a second before throwing it on.

He jumps over the massive pile of clothes to his dresser mirror, grinning at himself before turning to Kendall. "I love it! You like it, right?"

"Oh yeah," You'd still look better with no clothes on, Kendall's sexual libido is quick to point out.

Even though he didn't say it out loud, his cheeks and ears are reddened. Carlos jumps on the bed to snuggle with Kendall, arms tightening over Kendall's torso.

"You have to clean before your mom gets home, you know." Kendall says it almost in a whisper, half hoping he didn't hear him, so he wouldn't stop nipping at his earlobe.

"Ugh," Kendall groans. "Why did you have to make such a mess?"

Carlos stops to laugh, leaning over and kissing Kendall on the nose. "Hey, Kendy?" Carlos says, breath hot against Kendall's lips.

"Yes?"

"When are we going to come out?" Carlos' question hits Kendall hard, taking him completely by surprise. Come out. When was he going to come out? He hadn't really thought about it, hoped his parents would just one day assume. He would have to show them hints for them to assume, though, and he hadn't been doing any of that.

"Come out? Like, tell our parents? About us?"

"Yeah. Them, and our friends . . ." From the way Carlos avoids Kendall's eyes by looking down at his neck, he is just as impacted by this question as Kendall is. How long had he been gaining the courage to ask Kendall about this?

"You look like you're about to be sick." Carlos murmurs, untangling his legs from Kendall's and sitting up.

"No, I'm fine, really. Just . . . I'm not sure. I don't know when we should tell them.

"I think," Carlos runs his index finger across Kendall's cheek. "We should tell them on our two month anniversary."

"Why two months?"

Carlos shrugs, crawling on top of his boyfriend. "Just like that number." Then, just like that, the conversation is over when Carlos presses his lips against the blonde's.

All remotely serious conversations ended like this—well, really, they ended with Kendall panting and Carlos with a silly grin on his face—; Kendall was putty in the smaller boy's hands. What was wrong with him? He was supposed to the dominant one. He was such an alpha male back in Los Angeles. Now that he's in Minnesota, some boy several inches taller than him is going to make him moan like a little bitch? He didn't exactly mind it, but he thinks that's what bugs him the most. He never knew how much he loved being played with and being told it was okay to moan.

Carlos would moan too, but it was never like Kendall's. Oh God, what if Kendall just sucked at giving handjobs? Maybe Carlos didn't moan all that much because there was no feeling to moan about? Kendall sighs into the heavy make out session, half because he loves the kissing, and half because his thoughts are all tangled into some giant shoe lace knot.

"Carlooos~" Kendall can't help the groan that spills from his pursed lips, the feeling of Carlos' tongue running up and down his stomach so great. He hears Carlos giggle, and his face turns red because God dammit, he moaned like a little bitch again.

So he tries something else; staying completely silent during Carlos' tongue massage, the muscle running smoothly around his nipples and torso. Carlos finishes and starts to kiss him neck again, whispering in Kendall's ear, "Are you okay?" Kendall wants to laugh, but he fights it back.

"I am great, why?"

His boyfriend looks him in the eye for a moment before looking at the sheet on the bed. "You're just not . . . making any noise . . ." The look Carlos gives him next, cheeks flushed and lip bitten, he could cry.

"Noise? What do you mean noise?"

"Moaning. You haven't been moaning."

"Oh, right," Kendall smiles at him now. "Yeah, I've decided from now on to never moan again."

Carlos lets out a long and exaggerated sigh and narrows his eyes at Kendall's and then Kendall feels his dick being palmed harshly.

"O-Oh," Kendall can't help the stutter and the buck of his hips, or the moan. It all just happens.

"The hell you are," Carlos giggles, peppering kisses to his boyfriend's jaw line, making his touch more and more rough on Kendall's groin.

"Carli, chill out—nghhh! If you keep doing that, I'm g-going to—" But it was to late. Kendall jerks his hips up erratically, squeezing his eyes shut and gripping herd on Carlos' hand, the one that was now being pushed away from his crotch.

"Oopsie~" Carlos is laughing, while Kendall runs a hand over the new wet spot on his jeans, making a face. "Fucking hate you," He whines, and Carlos just continues to laugh. "You love me!"

They sort of pause, glancing at each other, like they are waiting for something. They had only been dating for two weeks; they had barely passed around the word 'like', let alone 'love'. But was it something Kendall truly felt?

Sometimes he felt it. Love. His stomach went in knots and butterflies went all over his body. He felt high and wonderful and when Carlos touched him . . . it was different than any other time he's been touched. Better. More . . . erotic, like dangerous in a sort. God, he loved it. He loved boys. No, no . . . he loved Carlos.

Maybe he was being irrational. Could someone fall in love with someone so early in the relationship? Surely that has been known to happen before. Surely he wasn't crazy. Surely Carlos loved him back.

But . . . how was he supposed to find that out?