~ One Week Later ~

Saturday Evening, 11:48 PM

"Yeah, I'm in the area, I know that for sure. Make a left? Your left or mine… oh, nevermind. I see it. Okay, pulling up now, your ass better be ready."

With a tap of his touch screen, he ended the call and placed his phone in one of the nearby compartments in the interior of his car. Easing his foot on the brake pedal, slowing down his car as he tried to find a spot to temporarily park his black Audi A6, a brand new 2015 model (of course), he saw an available space not too far from Kendall's brownstone. Putting the vehicle in park, he quickly got out, looking both ways as he made his way over to the somewhat familiar building, this barely being the second time he had been to the place Kendall called home.

Tonight was boy's night, the event having been planned out earlier on in the week. James and Kendall had grabbed lunch together a couple of times during the work week, most of the time hitting up the familiar burger joint they had first gone to. And, by James's request, the two had also gone to Chez Fancee, a favorite of the business man. Kendall was impressed, even if he didn't understand what a single word on the menu meant, just ordering whatever it was that James had. A dimpled smile later revealed that he still preferred the greasy burgers from before, though.

James had footed every single bill, which was later met with minor annoyance by Kendall. He had felt bad that James was paying for everything, especially with how expensive it surprisingly was for just two guys. James waved it off, telling Kendall that he could pick up the next tab if he had wanted to, which Kendall happily agreed to.

That was a lie, though. James threw his money at the waiter before Kendall could even dig his wallet from out of his pockets, which was met with a scowl from Kendall afterwards. His bank account was taking a heavy hit, but he could overlook that, even if the dollar amount was quickly dwindling.

Over lunch, they had decided that they had wanted to actually do something a bit more fun than just eating onion rings. Well, James had mostly decided, since Kendall was perfectly content just shoving fried food in his face. Kendall had agreed, though, a mouthful of carbs allowing for a barely understandable "Sure, sounds fun".

Wanting to form a bit of a friend group between the two men, Kendall would invite his friend Logan to go out with them, who he had told James all about, despite the brunet knowing quite a bit about him from their earlier webcam show. James, on the other hand, would bring along a non-existent friend named Bart, who would "unfortunately" be unable to tag along, leaving poor James to have to spend the night with two hot guys. A tragedy, really.

Logan ended up cancelling at the last minute, however, as he would be on-call for his internship at the hospital the following day. Not too much of an issue for James, though, he had mainly just wanted to hang out with the blonde. Logan was just a potential side bonus.

Apart from that, he had a good feeling about tonight, if he would be able to pull all the tricks from out his sleeve (as James Diamond was always successfully able to do), there was no doubt that he'd be slamming Kendall's body into his mattress for all of the neighbors to hear.

Wanting to impress the blonde, he had made sure to look his best, wearing a black leather jacket paired with a cream colored shirt and dark form-fitting jeans that accentuated his form. He had an excellent sense of style, something he was unfortunately unable to show off all that often when his wardrobe primarily consisted of business suits. Not to say he didn't look handsome in those either, though.

It could have all been in vain, seeing as how Kendall's work outfits were usually so ill-matched and improperly ironed. And considering he usually only wore a backwards baseball hat and shorts when he was webcamming, James's wasn't too sure how much Kendall even cared about fashion, probably not even batting an eye at James's pricey clothing.

If Kendall could care less about what James was wearing, then whatever. He'd definitely enjoy what the brunet wouldn't be wearing later tonight.

Rapping his knuckles against the wooden door of the apartment complex, hand propped up against the doorframe as he awaited a response, he heard a pair of footsteps sounding as the figure got closer and closer, door swinging open as he was face to face with a certain genius.

"Uhhh, can I help you?" Logan asked, nervously licking his lips as the taller male just smirked at him, peering down as he made intense eye contact, scaring the poor kid shitless.

"In more ways than one, handsome. But right now I'm looking for your friend, Kendall? Any chance he may be around?" James replied, grinning as he saw the smaller male swallow.

"Um… yes. I'll go get him. Just… stay there."

As Logan closed the door behind him, James could hear the faint voices of the two roommates.

"Oh my god, Kendall, get down here! Your date's here and I didn't expect him to be the type of guy you hang out with!"

"Coming, coming. Not a date, and what's wrong with him? You make it sound like he's a creep or something."

"It's him! Him! James Diamond! Holy shit Kendall, how did you even meet the guy?"

"James? Uh, we work together? I'm pretty sure I mentioned that. How do you even know who he is though?"

"Because I don't live under a rock? He's like, super rich, dude. I have a couple of stocks invested in his company. "We work together", ha, you made it sound like you were hanging out with James the vending machine operator, not James the millionaire."

"Who cares? He's a chill guy, he's no way different from you and me, we're just gonna get a couple of drinks, nothing special. Sounds like you're a little jealous, Logie."

"What? No I'm not, look, how many times do I have to tell you Kendall? I li-"

"You like girls, I got it. I'm just pulling your leg, man. But don't worry, tonight's not a big deal. And don't wait up for me, you gotta get up early tomorrow. Later man."

"Yeah, later bro..."

Quickly throwing the door open, Kendall was standing in front of James, a dimpled smile greeting the older male. James had to say, the kid could surprisingly clean up well. Watching as he flattened down the fabric of his shirt, a grey button up with the sleeves rolled to his elbows, black skinny jeans, and what appeared as though the blonde had actually taken a brush to his hair, the sandy colored tresses neatly spiked and styled.

"I know, I know. I look hot. But what are you waiting for, lead the way!" Kendall beamed, James raising an eyebrow as he led him over to his parked Audi. Looking both ways, a steady flow of traffic easing up allowing the two to cross over, James quickly unlocked the doors, both men shuffling inside. "Oh yeah, nice to see you again, of course. Sorry I took so long, had to find something decent enough to wear for our big boy's night." he said, looking over at the older male who sent him a spine-chilling smolder. "Nice car, by the way." Kendall said, adjusting his seat to a comfortable recline. "Maybe we can just chill in here for the night, heh."

He'd be lying if he said he hadn't considered the idea, throwing Kendall in the back seat as he pounded into him, windows fogging up from the heavy breathing and low grunts echoing within the confined space. It was a good plan, despite how unlikely it may have been. It would have to be put on the backburner for the time being.

"As tempting as that sounds, I was thinking we'd do something a bit better. Even though the whole "Boy's Night" thing kinda crashed and burn, I didn't want that to stop the two of us from enjoying ourselves. Thought we'd hit up the Palm Woods, real nice club not too far from here, just opened up not too long ago." James said, putting the his car in gear as he pulled out of the tight parallel parking space, finally able to bring his car to a steady glide down the streets of New York.

"Haven't heard of it. Granted, the only place I ever go to for cheap drinks is this nearby bar, so tonight will be a nice change from the usual. But don't these places have, like, guest lists or something? Or a cover charge?" Kendall asked, looking around the interior of the car, checking out the little gadgets and features his old Ford truck definitely didn't have.

"Ha, don't sweat it, I've got that all under control."

Walking down the sidewalk, hands in their pockets as the cold night air of the city nipped at their skin, they eventually found themselves standing in front of The Palm Woods, an upscale nightclub with a Southern California influence. A long line had formed outside the doors, clubgoers hoping to be granted access and not have the night end in such a lackluster way.

"Shit, look at the line. Should we just wait?" Kendall said, craning his neck as he saw the massive crowd of people stretched around the corner of the building.

"Ha, yeah right. Come on, follow me. Don't say anything, just… look pretty."

Strutting towards the entrance, James flashed the bouncer a charismatic smile, his mannerisms cool and collected and sure to persuade anybody. "VIP. James Diamond, brought a guest with me."

Looking him up and down, the bald security guard tried to determine who exactly the two men were. Pulling out his clipboard, he ran his finger along the page, trying to see if what he said was true.

"Let me see… James Diamond, Diamond, Diamond. Oh, yeah, you're on the list bro. Pretty exclusive tonight though, who's the friend?"

Before he could speak up, the beginning of a sentence already on the tip of the blonde's tongue, James immediately cut off Kendall. "Dak Zevon. I'm assuming you've heard of him?"

"Yeah, I have." Lifting up the velvet rope, he looked over his shoulder and yelled out a "they're good", motioning the two men inside. "Enjoy your night fellas."

Muttering a thanks, the duo walked through the opening of the building, immediately seeing the mass of bodies gyrating amongst one another along the interior of the club. The dance floor was packed, as was the bar, young and attractive bartenders quickly serving up drinks without a blink of the eye, a guest DJ performing whom Kendall had heard of, and sparks and confetti being shot across the room. As stupid as it was, Kendall had always assumed these types of events were only in movies and scripted reality tv programs. The fact that he was actually experiencing it firsthand was surreal.

"Anything like you were hoping it'd be?" James leaned in, whispering into Kendall's ear, barely audible over the loud rhythm of the music, the vibrations of the sound waves able to be felt in your bones.

"Yeah man, this place is sick. Thanks for bringing me." Kendall replied, earning a curt nod from the older male.

"Yeah, well, we barely just got here. Wait till we actually get to the fun stuff. Like getting you shitfaced."

Kendall laughed, mouthing an "okay" as he and James walked over to the open bar. Squeezing their way in, hot sweaty bodies rubbing against them, they had managed to make it to the front of the bar. The bartenders immediately took notice of them, stopping what they were doing to serve them.

Something about James Diamond just seemed to catch everybody's interest. As everyone catered to the business man, Kendall noticed it. He was in his element, shining bright like a star with people wanting to be wherever he was. It was as though he could take over the entire club if he had possibly wanted to.

Perhaps Logan was right, maybe his name did hold some weight. He was certainly good looking too, his suave personality, mannerisms, and overall sense of star power apparently easy to recognize in a sea of faces. For others, being in the presence of James Diamond, let alone hanging out with the guy, would be beyond intimidating.

Yet Kendall didn't feel that way. To him, James was just another guy he could talk to. A friend.

"Blondie, whatcha want to drink? My treat, man." James said, reading the short menu listing all of the various alcoholic beverages the place had to offer.

"Uh, I don't know, a beer?" Kendall replied, earning a condescending smirk and a raised eyebrow from the business man. "What, not wild enough for you? Shit, get me a whiskey then, haha."

"Awesome, now come on and take a seat." James responded, pulling out a brightly colored stool for the blonde to sit on. "Waiter! Yeah, we'll take a whiskey on the rocks, uh huh, and a Pina Colada, hold the liquor." He couldn't drink tonight, especially if he was driving.

"Coming right up!"

"Awesome." James said, turning his body towards the dance floor and taking in the atmosphere. "So? What's next on the agenda?"

"Well, assuming you don't want Boy's Night to flop, the only obvious choice would be to dance after this. Can't wait to show you my moves, I've been practicing all week." Kendall grinned, earning a light chuckle from the older male.

"That so? Can't wait to see, then."

The two got their drinks immediately after, both toasting to the night and taking quick gulps of their drinks. James's drink was easy going down, especially since it was non-alcoholic. Kendall winced as he took a chug of his, slamming the glass down on the counter with a look of pride.

"Ha, that was nothing. Get me another one stat."

"That wasn't a shot you know, like, you could have tried to savor it, but fuck, okay I guess." James replied, Kendall rolling his eyes as he laughed at his remark.

"What, I like to let loose every once in a while. It's hard when you have to juggle work and school, sue me."

After another glass of whiskey and two and a half shots of tequila (the third shot mostly ending up on his shirt), Kendall was feeling a little buzzed. He had decided to quit it there, not wanting to get completely hammered twenty minutes into the night. Kendall could actually hold his liquor, much to James's surprise. It was a good thing, though. At least Kendall would have a recollection of the night's events the next morning.

As he leaned back against the bar counter, Kendall was in awe, eyes searching all over the club as James pointed out the various celebrities and socialites, noting who was cool, who wasn't, who was an asshole, amongst other labels. Kendall wasn't the type to be star struck, a firm believer that the people who popped up on the tabloids were just like him. But being around all these stars gave him hope, hope that one day he would be discovered and he'd be one of the familiar faces in the crowd. Hope that Kendall Knight would someday be as admired as James Diamond was.

After Kendall's little drinking binge, they made their way over to the dance floor, both dancing considerably close to one another due to the large amount of people surrounding them. Expectedly, James was a great dancer, the way he moved his hips hypnotizing to Kendall and probably everyone within a 5 mile radius of the business man. Kendall, on the other hand, was a little off beat, the reason either being because he was tipsy or because he had a lack of internal rhythm. Either way, he was having fun, him and James laughing the entire time as they just let loose.

James decided to step things up a notch, inching closer and closer to the blonde, placing his hands on the younger guy's hips, Kendall immediately taking notice, laughing as he bit his lip.

"Woah, hellooo James…" Kendall drawled out, putting his hands on top of James's, guiding them lower and lower until they were firmly groping his ass. He began to grind against James, chests bumping against one another, crotches rubbing together. Each guy was getting hard, evident to the both of them, heated stares as the moment just grew more and more intimate.

"Holy shit Kendall, you don't know how much I wanted this. Fuck, won't your boyfriend be jealous?" James mocked, smirking as a puzzled look flashed across Kendall's face.

"Boyfriend? Who, Logan? Ha, are you kidding me, he's still pretending that he's straight." Kendall said, snorting at James's remark. "Nah, forget Logan, let's just focus on us. Here. Let me show you."

Taking James by surprise, Kendall smashed their lips together, his hands cupping the sides of James's face as the older male gripped the blonde's ass even tighter, hands rubbing all along his lower back. Tongues were pressed, saliva was mixed, lips disconnecting every once in a while as they tried to catch their breaths.

"Let's take this somewhere else, babe. Where we don't have an audience." James said, Kendall slowly nodding his head as he felt intoxicated from the kiss, if that were even possible.

Deciding to get just a slight more privacy then this, they continued over in the lounge area, James being a VIP after all. It was remarkably less packed, seating areas separated by see-through curtains, allowing for smaller parties to actually have their own personal space.

It was a bit awkward at first, for Kendall at least. They had just gone from dry-humping and swapping spit smack dab in the middle of probably 200 people, and now they were seated next to each other, James's arm resting against the back of his neck. At this point, Kendall was mentally screaming as each second passed where James hadn't just pounced him, sinking his teeth into his skin as he told him all the dirty things he wanted to do to him. He had gone from confident Kendall who had made the first move to nervous Kendall who wasn't quite sure where to go from here. For all he knew, James could have brought him over here just to beat the shit out of him for being gay.

"Heh, sooo… that was pretty fun." Kendall said, gulping as he turned his head and saw James's hand kneading his right bicep. Kendall looked down, airing out the collar of his shirt as he could feel himself sweating. The two sat in silence for what was probably only a few seconds, yet it felt as though it was much longer than that. They took in the atmosphere, Kendall noting that he could faintly hear "Like A G6" blasting throughout the building.

"Oh, I like this song, takes me back to 2010…" Kendall said, stating the obvious. James only slowly nodded, obviously not interested in making pointless small talk like this. "Haha, okay…so what do you wanna do next, James?"

"Hmm, I'm not sure. We already drank, we already danced, it's up to you man. Surprise me, I'm up for anything." James said, husky voice as he just smiled at Kendall, a look of lust that just sent a surge of confidence throughout the blonde's body that he had absolutely needed.

Like a flash of lightning, he jumped on top of James, straddling his lap as he desperately continued where he had left off with James, a sense of eagerness and need shared between the two. Perhaps it was just the alcohol, but Kendall was feeling like a rabid animal at this point, blindly kissing the older male, occasionally missing the mark and pressing his lips all over his face. It was sloppy and put a literal definition to "sucking face", but neither guy hardly cared. He could feel James's fingers digging into his ass, a hand slipping into the back of his jeans, cupping his bare cheek.

They stayed in this position for a while, Kendall grinding his ass down on top of James's rock hard erection, his own rubbing against the front of the brunet's stomach. Shifting, James pushed Kendall back against the white leather seating, hovering over him as he pinned his hands back behind his head, exerting his dominance over the guy who seemed to have no problem playing the submissive role. James pulled the curtain back a bit, preventing anybody from watching the two all but getting it on.

It was everything James had wanted, the harsh purple lighting framing the blonde's facial structure perfectly, sharp jawline accentuated and coarse facial hair contrasting against the neon lights. A light sheen of sweat was painted over Kendall's skin, the blonde huffing and puffing from the hot and heavy moment.

It only made James want to continue that much more.

And he did. Wet sounds and low growls were made, both guys practically near orgasm at this point. As their bodies became tangled, Kendall accidentally kicked over a bottle of Vodka resting on the table service cart, not paying attention to the loud crash it made as it hit the dark wood flooring. He was focused on crashing his lips against James's instead.

As they continued to make out, hands rubbing all over, soft moans escaping from parted lips, James could feel Kendall's hand pressing against his crotch, massaging the outline of his length.

If his eyes hadn't been closed, James was sure they would have rolled impossibly far into the back of his skull. He continued to kiss the blonde, biting down on his lower lip that caused Kendall to let out a guttural moan. He moved his lips over to the blonde's neck, sucking hard which would surely leave a noticeable hickey.

Caught up in the moment, Kendall eased his wrists out of James's tight grasp, using his fingers to deftly tug at the business man's belt buckle, loosening it up just enough to be able to stick a hand in and wrap a fist around James's dick, slick with precum. James almost head butted the white marble wall in front of him, the satisfaction the blonde was giving him causing his body to unexpectedly jerk forward. He knew Kendall was kinky, but he was surprised that he would get so carried away in a public setting like this.

In that moment, he realized just how obvious they were being behind the closed curtain. As he heard the light sounds of voices and music in the background, James snapped out of reality and realized that he and Kendall were just about to have sex inside a packed club with people surrounding them.

"Fuck, not that I don't want this Kendall, but not here. Come on, let's head out." James grunted, sentence disconnected as he could feel Kendall thumbing over the sensitive head, somehow knowing everything that just made James tick.

Fixing his clothes and hair, hiding the fact that he had just had a hot and heavy moment with Kendall, he needed to get out of here as soon as possible. Grabbing the blonde's hand, he led him to the exit of the club and back to his car, not wanting to lose Kendall in the large crowd. They eventually made their way outside, the sudden drop in temperature sending chills down their spines, but they hardly paid any attention to it. James hit the unlock button on his car keys, a loud beep signaling where it was that they had parked.

They immediately took off, James driving back over to Kendall's place. It was dead silent, an air of sexual tension evident between the two. He was only a few streets away when he felt a tugging at the zipper of his jeans. Looking down, he saw Kendall inching closer and closer to his lap.

"Kendall! Not now, fuck, you want me to get in a crash?"

"What can I say, I'm a freak."

With that, James all but flew down the streets, the roads relatively empty, especially since it was two in the morning. Seeing Kendall's apartment in view, he maneuvered his car into the same parking space as before, putting the vehicle in park and swiftly reclining the seat. It had only taken a few minutes for James to put the car in park, but for Kendall, it felt like hours.

Lunging over at the brunet, clawing at his jeans as he tried to at least get the fabric down to the middle of his thighs, he maneuvered the older male's dick out of the slit of his boxers, spitting into his hand as he began to pump him until he was fully erect again.

"Oh shit, just like that Kendall, fuck it feels so good. Wanna feel those lips, dammit." James moaned, looking over at Kendall who seemed to be more than eager to do so.

Leaning over, he took James's cock into his mouth, lightly lapping around the head as he savored the taste. Dragging his tongue along the underside of his length, keeping eye contact with the older male the entire time in the almost pitch black interior of the car, only source of lighting being a nearby street lamp, he knew he was doing something right judging by how crazy he was driving the brunet.

"Oh fuck Kendall, just like that, fucking take it and gag on it."

"You like it, huh? I love it, love how fucking big you are, fuck James, I didn't know you were packing heat." Kendall said, the end of his sentence broken as popped on and off of James's cock, saliva running down the sides of his short beard. "God, wish you could fuck me all night long, baby. Fuck me raw until I'm screaming for more. Biggest cock I've ever seen in my fucking life."

The dirty talk was really getting to James, the same dirty talk he had heard the blonde use on his webcam show. Kendall could use that mouth of his in many ways, each way sending jolts of pleasure throughout his body. Thrusting his hips into Kendall's mouth, the younger male gagging and choking a bit, he had his hand on the back of his head, pulling the sandy locks as his guided him up and down.

"Fuck, I bet your friend is watching us from his window, jacking himself off, probably seeing how much of a whore you are, huh?" James moaned, Kendall snorting a bit at the remark, mentally laughing because he wouldn't put it past the genius to do something like that.

It had happened before.

He continued to suck him off, slapping James's dick against the base of his tongue. He would alternate between sucking and licking, cheeks hollowed as he would continue to bob his head up and down. He could feel his dick painfully rubbing against the tight fabric of his jeans, but he didn't care, he was too focused on pleasuring James.

"Oh god, keep doing that and I'm gonna cum any second. Fuck, this is the best fucking head I've ever gotten. Work that mouth, just like that." James groaned, hand clutching the arm rest of the driver's side door, other hand practically ripping every hair out of the blonde's head. Kendall didn't seem to mind, though, as he was currently humming along to some beat as he satisfied the older male, a bit of cockiness and experience to his actions.

He knew he'd be cumming soon, not lasting as long as he usually would, no doubt because of the blonde's finesse. He rapidly began to move his hips up and down, face fucking Kendall at this point. "Oh god Kendall, I'm gonna cum, oh shit…"

Forcefully holding the blonde's head down, Kendall choking as he deep throated all of James, air wave access limited, the older male let it out, ropes of cum shooting into the back of Kendall's throat. Kendall really was a pro, managing to take it all hold for the few drops that leaked out onto James's boxers and the hairs of his exposed thighs.

Pulling off, he immediately met James for a kiss, swapping the load between their mouths, much to James's unexpected delight. It was so erotic, tasting himself mixed with Kendall's spit, the taste of whiskey evident as they carried on their make out session from earlier. Swallowing his cum down, strings connecting their lips, neither wanted this to end anytime soon.

"Fuck, that was so hot Kendall. Now come on, lean back and let me show you what I can do." James moaned, still trying to regain his breath.

"Shit, as much as I'd love to, I really gotta go. It's already 2:25, I've gotta get up early tomorrow." Kendall responded, running a hand through his hair, getting himself situated as he climbed out of the car.

"Dude, really? Come on, I feel bad now, especially since you've still got that going on." James replied, pointing at the very noticeable tent in the blonde's jeans. "Let me return the favor."

"It's cool man, really, I'll just go and rub one out in the shower. Lord knows I have some new material to work with." Kendall said, smirking as he closed the car door in front of him. "Don't be a stranger, I had a lot of fun tonight. Let's do this again, and hey, maybe next time I'll use more than just my mouth."

"Fuck, definitely. Night, Kendall."

Smiling, Kendall waved goodbye, doing a light jog as he made his way over to his apartment. James stayed there for a few minutes, watching as the soft glow emitting from the living room window quickly faded back to black, no doubt Kendall finally showering and then going to bed.

Pulling his vehicle out, he made his way back over to his own loft. Tonight was great, it was everything he had wanted.

But he still needed more.

Author's Note: Sorry this took so long guys, I had some trouble decided how to go about this chapter. I was listening to Big Time Rush's very iconic chart topping smash hit "Superstar" when it gave me some inspiration about what to write. So yeah, hope you enjoy it! Almost at the end, too. :-0