Hey guys! Fast update :D AND I'm supposed to be doing my 5 bio labs =) But I'm getting excited about this story because I'm creating a little Killip drama now... And y'all get ur Cargan in this chapter. So hope ur happy :P

Kisses and Broken Hearts

*No One's PoV*

'So did you like it?' Carlos said, bouncing excitedly as he and Logan exited the theatre.

'Yes, Carlos. Now stop asking me that. It's getting annoying.'

The Latino fell silent until they reached the parking lot and Logan could feel the tension slowly building up. Logan sighed and pulled him into a deserted alley and made Carlos face him.

'What's wrong, Carlitos?' Logan said, tilting the boy's head upwards as it had been facing the ground.

To his utter shock, there were tears in the boy's eyes. 'Carlos? What's wrong?' Logan murmured, caressing the boy's face, heart breaking when the shorter moved his face out of reach.

'Am I really annoying?' Carlos whispered, looking at everything but Logan.

'What? No, no Carlos, it's just that you were asking me the same question over and over. It gets-'

'Annoying?' Carlos interrupted. 'That's all I am to anyone. Annoying.'

'Carlos-'

'I just wanted to make sure that our first date wasn't a terrible fail. You know, watching The Avengers in 3D, with popcorn and soft drink, top row, only you and me. But it did turn out to be a fail, didn't it?'

Logan studied Carlos' face. He couldn't remember when he began to like the Latino. Was it when they first met? When Carlos began to trust him more that Kendall and James? He couldn't remember when, but he all his memories of Carlos were filled with images of the Latino being carefree and happy-go-lucky. So where were all these insecurities coming from?

'No it didn't,' Logan said softly. 'It was just perfect and Carlos-like. If it were any different, I would've hated it because then it wouldn't have been you.'

Carlos shook his head, and Logan groaned internally. Was this boy stupid? Was he that naive? Logan rolled his eyes and lifted the Latino's head again, moving in slowly. Maybe this would change his mind.

This kiss started off slowly, just a brush, then a jolt ran through Logan, a shudder, and Carlos gasped against Logan's lips. And that turned on Logan more than he ever imagined. He pushed Carlos against the wall, pressing harder against the boy's lips, grinding his hips in, earning guttural moans from the shorter boy. He felt Carlos' hands twine around his neck and pull him even closer, their hearts were beating in rhythm, and then the Latino's hands reached in his hair tugging and pulling, and Logan whimpered, passing his hand through Carlos' hair as well. It was soft and silky against his fingers.

Logan pulled away from Carlos, before moving back in to paste a chaste kiss on the boy's lips. 'Now it's a perfect date,' he whispered into Carlos' ear and the boy blushed.

And, hoping no one saw them; he held Carlos' hand and entwined their fingers, and they walked to the car hand in hand.

...

*Kendall Knight PoV*

After watching James disappear out of my backyard, I turned around and stared at the room, a smile tugging on my lips. It was still surreal – James' body over mine, those kisses, the sex. I blushed as I looked at my bed, making up my mind to never wash those sheets. Okay, that's disgusting. I changed my mind to never throwing them away.

Happiness bubbled up inside of me. I still couldn't believe what had happened. Humming to myself, I swept up the glass from the ground finally, and decided not to tell my mother about the mirror, I'd save up my money and buy another.

I bit my lip when I saw James' jersey on my bed, and my mind flashed back to a few minutes before, when I had marked him, just to prove the world that he was mine. He had rolled his hips against mine, telling me that he wanted to fuck me again, but I had told him no, he had to go.

My eyes slipped shut as I swallowed hard. I felt lost without him, I wanted to hold him, keep him near me forever, never let go. He was like my drug.

I sighed, and got off my bed, happiness still swimming inside of me. I put on a jersey that I hated, but I wore it because it had a high collar and hid my hickey. I loped down the stairs, into the living room, and I saw my mother sitting on a couch.

'Hey mum!' I chirped.

She raised her eyebrow, then asked, 'Who was that at the door before?'

I blushed and looked down, but thankfully she missed that. 'Um... Phillip just came to see if I had his phone. He couldn't find it. But he just texted me and said that...um... David had it.' I smiled at her, not really caring if she believed my pathetic excuse of a lie or not.

'Oh,' she said, sighing. She got up. 'Kendall, I feel bad for not letting you go the signing. So as much as I hate it, I'll let you-'

'No no no,' I said, shaking my head. 'I don't want to go anymore. It's just a stupid signing.' And James already 'signed' me.

'Are you sure?' she said, looking at me suspiciously.

'Yes, Mom. I changed my mind because I have a new obsession now,' I said smiling.

She let out what seemed like a sigh of relief, and then asked, 'What's your new obsession?'

James' dick.

My face heated up again, and I looked away, racking my mind for an answer. 'Um... One Direction... and... The Wanted... Yeah.'

She smiled at me. 'Okay. Just don't overdo it again.'

I nodded and walked out the room quickly, shutting the door and slumping against it. Did James just make my mind into a pornography centre?

I sighed as my stomach growled. Maybe I should eat something. A snack? A burger? James' dick?

I groaned. I guess that was my new obsession now, then.

James' dick.

...

*No One's PoV*

After Phillip hung up on his girlfriend, they sat in an awkward silence until they saw James staggering out from the back of the house, looking like he'd just been through a hurricane. His hair was sticking up all over, the shirt he had on was definitely not his, and there was a very dark bruise-no- hickey on his neck.

He plopped himself down on the backseat and grinned and Phillip and Kendall.

Kendall rolled his eyes. 'I don't even wanna know.'

Phillip turned to the back. 'Got some ass there, man?' When James winked at him and they fist bumped.

Kendall began to drive, ignoring Phillip's comment, because, well, he wanted Phillip's ass. 'One question, though, James. Why'd you come out from the back of the house?'

'Kendall didn't want his mother to see me, so he made me climb out of the window down the window trellis,' James said smiling, looking as if he was high. Maybe he was. 'So y'all wanna know what happened?'

'Nooo,' Kendall said and Phillip said 'Yes,' at the same time. Their eyes met, and Kendall blushed then looked away, back on the road.

Obviously all James heard was 'yes' so he launched into his story. 'Well, Kendall and I had the most amazing sex ever, and then we just lay there until I remembered you guys down here. So Kendall gave me something to remember him by, and then told me to get the hell outta his room before his mom came and saw us.'

Kendall's grip tightened on the steering wheel. 'James. Remember he's my brother, and if you break his heart, I'm quitting BTR. Promise me you wouldn't break his heart.'

'Pshh... I'm not gonna-'

'James.' Kendall said softly, his voice filled with emotion, gazing at James steadily in the rear-view mirror.

'Fine. I promise, Kendall, not to break your brother's heart.'

Phillip looked over at Kendall, confused, but just then, they pulled up in the hotel's parking lot. James jumped out almost immediately, running to their room, for what Kendall didn't know. Kendall sighed and moved to follow him.

'Kendall,' he heard Phillip call him quietly, and Kendall froze, then turned to meet Phillip's eyes.

The other stuffed his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground as if it held the secrets of the universe. 'Um... about that thing we almost did in the car... before my...' his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed hard, 'my gir-girlfriend called...'

'What thing?' Kendall asked, but only because he wanted to hear Phillip say it for himself.

'When we... almost kissed.' The last part was a whisper.

Now Kendall's heart was racing, pounding against his chest. 'Did you want to?'

Phillip bit his lip. 'Yes. More than anything, but-'

'-but you have a girlfriend,' Kendall said numbly. 'But what she doesn't know won't hurt her.'

Phillip shook his head. 'No, Kendall. I can't,' he said.

Kendall moved closer to him and he took a step backwards, his back colliding with the car. 'I can't,' Phillip whispered. 'I'm so sorry, Kendall, but I can't.'

'Phillip-', Kendall started, but the other boy shook his head, a few tears escaping.

'I can't,' he said, his voice stronger now. 'I can't.'

'Why?' Kendall was on the verge of tears himself.

'Be-because my girlfriend... Cristina... She'll do something bad...'

'What could she do, Phillip? There's nothing she could do.'

'Kendall,' Phillip sounded lost, lost between two worlds. 'She'll kill herself.'

...

The girl smiled for what seemed like the first time in two days. Big Time Rush had pissed her off when they ducked her accusations and just swam around it. She just wanted to get back at them.

And she did.

She snapped a final picture of the two boys walking hand in hand, before walking back to her car. She sat there, waiting for a call from her boss.

She sat there, thinking about her new discoveries. She felt a slight pain in her left wrist and looked down. She wasn't shocked to see her recently scabbed cuts slightly broken open, and a thin line of blood ran from one of them dripping onto her lap.

'Fuck,' she whispered and scrabbled for a napkin to wipe the blood. Her boyfriend was telling her she should stop, begging her even, that she should stop cutting, but even he didn't know everything she went through. She had expected the scabs to open, because not only were they fresh cuts, she also had a hard day today. She had to crawl all over the place in order to get in good places to sneak pictures of celebrities. And it had paid off. She couldn't wait to show her boss the pictures; she'd get a lot of money for those especially the ones with Carlos Pena and Logan Henderson. She felt a little like Peter Parker in Spiderman, except she wasn't taking pictures of herseld as a flying man in a leotard with cobweb stuck all over him, her job was to degrade celebrities' images, so that their fans would see the real them.

She was wrenched out of her train of thought when her phone vibrated.

'What?' she said as she answered the call.

She listened to her boss' instructions. 'Fine. But I have some juicy news for ya. Turns out more of Big Time Rush are gay. Now it's Carlos and Logan. And this time I got their faces as clear as day.'

She heard a smooth laugh on the other side of the call. 'Beautiful work, Cristina. Beautiful.'

Don't ask me why I named her Cristina. I was just writing this chapter and the name Cristina popped into my head when I was writing about her. Idk.

Anywhoo... Did y'all like it? I hoped u did! Qué piensas? What did you think? =)

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