CHAPTER TWO

There's some minor smut, awkward phone sex, and ACTION! R&R

Sweat dripped off of Jett's shoulders, trailing down to the small of his back before it fell onto James's abs and trickled off onto the sheets. The heat radiated off of the two as James thrust upwards into him deeper and deeper, growls emitting through his clenched jaw. Jett hated riding, but it was the only position they could do where James could top, and Jett really had wanted to feel him inside of him.

"Ah, fuck yes baby," James moaned, scratching at the man on his lap's thighs.

"Mmm so close…so big!" his partner all but screamed.

James used all of his remaining strength to push himself as deep as he could into Jett, releasing himself. He fell back, panting as Jett came. Jett climbed off of his friend and laid next to him, smiling an obnoxious smile that, had James had the energy to look at, would've irritated him. Jett was a great fuck, but he was still annoying as hell.

"That…was…great!" Jett gasped. He leaned over and kissed James's lips before he stood and slid on his boxers. "I'll text you, okay?" he said, worming his way into his all too tight jeans. He carried his shirt with him as he opened the door to James's room and left, leaving him laying in the bed in the same position, pondering that final kiss.

It wasn't like Carlos's. It wasn't his lips that had just touched his, it was Jett's. And that fact angered him directly to his core.

He didn't want to like Carlos. Hell, James didn't even want to be gay. Or did he?

Running into Jett at the bar, chatting him up, bringing him back to his apartment and then fucking him—what did that all mean? There was nothing between the two boys, except their physical attraction to one another. James could never see himself loving Jett, but could he with Carlos?

James moved himself out of the bed and threw on clothing as best as he could. He didn't wear underwear most of the time because of the difficulty he had with putting them on—James liked to be independent, after all. After a few minutes of struggle, however, he managed to slip into shorts and a shirt and climb into his chair.

It was a good thing the guys were out of the apartment, he then realized, as he smelt the musky air that blew around his room. Plus, it meant they wouldn't notice his hangover. As James came down from the high of his orgasm, he realized how badly his head hurt. Still, though, pain was tangible to him. Pain made sense. What he felt towards Carlos? That didn't.

There were three things in the world Logan Mitchell was positive that he loved: the first, obviously, his boyfriend Kendall, then his parents and family, and lastly California State University. From its advanced medicine department to the new 2.5 million dollar facilities, the school certainly appealed to Logan's senses.

Logan had been on tour all day at the university along with Carlos. They had been led around the entire expansion of the college and introduced to a large number of the staff by their tour guide of a sort Mark, a junior as CSU.

"Here is your CSU t-shirts and Freshman Orientation Guide. Welcome to CSU!" Mark said, turning around and abandoning the three teenagers outside of Admissions. Logan could barely hide his excitement.

"Logan you look like you're about to burst!" Carlos exclaimed, a smile stretching across his face.

"I am! I can't believe this school! The most advanced medicine department in America and they offered me a scholarship? A substantial scholarship? It's a dream come true!" he said, throwing his arms around his friend's shoulders. Carlos hugged him back. He knew how important college was to Logan. Getting accepted here and getting a scholarship that was pretty close to a free ride was more than Logan ever thought was possible.

"Why don't we go celebrate with some corn dogs?!" Carlos suggested, stomach grumbling at the mere thought of food.

"Fine. But first, let me call Kendall, okay?"

"Ugh, whatever. I'm heading to the cafeteria!" shouted Carlos as he ran, nearly knocking over a few girls. After much blushing and many apologies, the Latino was off once more.

Logan began to walk around in a circle while he dialed up Kendall. It rang twice before he finally answered.

"Hey babe," Kendall said with a deep must in his voice.

"Kendall? What are you-?"

"Nothing, 'm just finishing up something," he said quickly, finishing his statement with a moan.

"Kendall are you…? Dear God!" Logan realized he was screaming. He leaned into his phone and whispered, "are you masturbating right now?!"

"Duh, Logie. Oh baby I just wish you were here to help me out!"

Logan turned twenty shades redder. Along with suppressing the urge to yell at Kendall for his highly inappropriate behavior, Logan had to hide the problem growing in his pants. "Kendall I'm hanging up."

"N-No baby don't, please just—ah! Oh just give me one more minute. Oh Logie!"

Logan hung up the phone—unwilling to let Kendall torture him anymore.

After finishing three corn dogs, Carlos felt the need to vomit. He sat on a bench leaning back against the concrete wall of the Corn Dog 7 across the street from the entrance to CSU absolutely unable to move. He texted Logan a few times to ask if everything was okay, but Logan said he wanted to go and start shopping for his books at the Library and to meet him there when he was done. The worst part was that Carlos was done, but couldn't move himself.

Out of the corner of his eye, Carlos noticed a man in a large puffy black jacket with his hands in his pockets. Something about this stranger struck Carlos in a way he was not comfortable with. The man stood around 6"2, thick set, nothing exceptionally odd about him—but he still did not sit right in Carlos's mind.

Carlos forced himself to stand. After turning the corner from the restaurant, he noticed another suspicious figure in a similar jacket walking towards the restaurant. He bumped shoulders with Carlos, slowly locking eyes with the man, before continuing on.

Something was about to happen. Carlos knew it—he could see it in the man's eyes.

The two men were walking towards the intersection of two roads with a purpose. They met and began to converse quietly, both looking around frantically. Carlos crossed the street, still viewing the two men in his peripheral.

In one moment, the earth stood still.

The crisp air turned bitter in Carlos's mouth as he watched the two men walk towards the street adjacent to them—twenty feet away from stood a pale man in a long trench coat arguing on a cell phone. The first of the two men scrunched his lips together and furrowed his brow as he pulled his hand out of his pocket and revealed a thick black handgun.

Carlos wasn't sure if he meant to say it or not, but the realization that he had said anything didn't hit until after the words had left his mouth. "Look out!"

All men turned their gaze towards him, the pale man briefly before he turned, saw the gun, and ran. The first of the two men fired four shots, causing the crowed surrounding to scream and scamper. The second locked his eyes on Carlos and mouthed "I'll get you" before turning and grabbing his friend by the shoulder and fleeing into a silver car that pulled up.