Other Fan Fiction ❯ Big Time Temptations ❯ Its a What?! ( Chapter 3 )

[ X - Adult: No readers under 18. Contains Graphic Adult Themes/Extreme violence. ]

"Have you ever had the feeling you're drawn to someone?"

Sang Logan in Kendall's stead.

"Yeah!" Shouts the other 3 knuckle heads.

To say that rehearsals were a little ADD and childish, would be putting it mildly. But at least they're signing the photos and cds. The boys did wake themselves up, but it would seem that lack of sleep left them in a silly mood, and it was wearing thin on Kelly's nerves. So much so that she had to call in to the heavy about it. After all, she loves them, and a few antics is expected when you're teenaged and there's a lot of pressure on you. But this was too much.

"Kelly, the reason the dogs are showing their hindsides is because you baby them too much."

And she could see her boss's hand gesturing, a roll of the hand as if the reply were being told to a very slow-witted actress. He was even using that voice he often used on said dogs.

"I do not baby them." Retorts Kelly as authoritively as she can.

There was a pause, right before Gustavo's reply, and he asked in a knowing tone. "You're pouring their fruit water into a bottle with a sippy top, aren't you?"

Kelly's eyes went wide with guilt, and her big browns flicked from her left hand to her right hand which are carefully pouring purple colored, grape flavored water from one bottle to the other. Tossing them, they clatter to the floor making swishing and swashing sounds with each bounce, and unshouldering her phone that was between cheek and ear the entire conversation, she scoffs at his accusations. "Tah... Nnno." A nervous laugh expelled from her throat. "Why would I be doing s- something like that?" Her laugh stretched then pettered away to a dry cough.

"...Yeah, you're lying. Kelly, listen..." And here was another rant on her hands. "I am enjoying my time away from the dogs, and I would like to continue enjoying it. Whatever is going on over there you have to handle it yourself, and to do that..." He paused for dramatic flare. "You've gotta be more like a-the big dog."

"Right," She retorts gruffly. "I'll buy some record and microphone necklaces, and a pair of goggles, and shout all day." Her eyes roll up to the ceiling.

"Don't knock the formula, Kelly." He puts on a gruff voice to say. "Anger sells."

Again Kelly rolls her eyes. She imagined that if she got paid by the eye roll, she could quit the business and retire in the tropics somewhere. Kelly smiled. She can almost feel the warm tropical breeze blowing through her hair and against her skin, the taste of a fruity pineapple drink going down her throat.

"Stop daydreaming that you've retired." Interupts Gustavo. "I... am hanging up now... please don't call again."

"But Gustavo-..."

"I can't hear you, la la la!" He hangs up.

"U-... Gustavo? ...Gustavo?" Shaking her head in disbelief, she hangs up her own phone. Turning on her heels, she watches the boys as they dance around and goof off. "Be tough... be Gustavo..." She mantras as she slowly stalks over to them, fist balled, back stiff. Face set to kill. "Be firm... be assertive..." Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and let it out. "Listen up, dogs!" She began.

"Kelly! Kelly!" The boys call out while hurrying over to her, having heard nothing on her end.

"What?" She said with a less than pleasant tone.

"We just wanted to apologize," Started Kendall.

"Yeah, we were kiiiinda" And James and Carlos had their index and thumb up, spaced a bit apart from touching each other, to repressent the amount of how much 'kinda' was, while Logan capped off the apology. "being jerks because we didn't get any sleep last night."

"So, we're sorry." Kendall threw in again.

She should have known. These boys are really sweet. Gustavo is wrong. Anger doesn't sell. Tolerance, and understanding does.

"Besides, its not your fault that we didn't get any sleep last night." James adds. "Its Logan and Carlos'."

The two look at the pretty boy with deadpanned disbelief. It was as good as telling their mothers about all the bad stuff they've done growing up together, while gently excluding himself.

"I know." Was all Kelly could say. "Here, drink some fruit water," She hands them the transfered bottles of color-flavored water. "Re-hydrate your voices and please, let's focus. Maybe we can get breakfast after the signing later."

"Woo!" Cheered Carlos and James, who are starving.

Logan and Kendall could eat too, but they've got less energy to voice it. They've all been filling up on fruit water and, vending machine pocketted, Airheads candies. And where the sugar boost would get them through the early morning and performances, it would start to wear out quickly after.

"People are starting to show up, now." Reports Kelly. "I'll be in back. Good luck."

"Thanks, Kelly." They all say in a scatter.

The last thing she saw, before disappearing into the background, was Kendall turning off his camera and all the guys putting in their earbuds.

4 4 4 4

"Someone is very concentrated this morning." Jennifer greets her daughter with a smile, while manuevering a laundry basket around the counter top before setting it down to fold its contents. "I hope you're not dipping into the stockmarket again. I've warned you about that."

"Nooo. I'm just looking through the videos Kendall and the guys have sent."

"Ohhh," That made her smile.

Katie can be very... very unpredicatable sometimes. It was a wonder where she got it from. Probably her mother, Grandpa Knight could be very... well, very unpredicable as well. Their father... well, he was more on the mild-side- and irresponsible. She still can't figure out how Kendall got his head stuck the way he had. She looked over her daughter's shoulder while folding the clothes and watched video footage of the fair the boys went too last night. Funny thing about that, she figured they'd be passed out in bed, not up playing around when they know they have to perform the next morning. But, eh, energy of a teen, she supposed.

4 4 4 4

"And you already knooow!" Their left hands go up in the air, and the song fades to black which further lifts the uproar of the crowd.

Sweaty, and smiling, the boys blow kisses to the crowd of teens and preteens both male and female. They shake hands, and give thanks to them for coming, and that they'll see them at the tour spot in Hyde Park in London. Ushered out of the building by Freight Train and a few other bodyguards, the boys load up their white mini-van and head off for some breakfast, as Kelly had promised them.

...

James, Carlos, Kendall, and Logan have their faces smooshed against the tinted window of their personal tour van.

"What a difference, huh?" Carlos comments on the scenery. "Its like night and day."

The three other band members cast the male a shifty look, before Logan said very pointedly. "It is night and day that's the difference, genius."

"I know, that's why I said it." Replied Carlos smugly.

They're talking about the look of London from since they arrived late at night to now, eleven o'clock in the morning. The lit up city is now a moving matrapolis of cars and people, pets being walked, and strays just doing their thing. Everything is very gray in the light of day, even the sky! The myth was true it seemed, England is gray nearly all year round. Ready to rain heavily, or mist. Maybe even a thick fog now and then.

The sound of the passangers front door opening prompted Kendall and Logan back to their seats; they'd been cramming Carlos and James in their seats so they could all look out the window at the moving city, rather than the eatery Kelly had disappeared into.

"They weren't serving lunch anymore, so I asked for the most popular sandwich- the lady said it was a Crisp." She was saying while climbing in. Passing back four styrofoam containers to the boys, she takes the cups of soda from Freight Train; who's standing outside of the vehical waiting for her to do just that, before he climbs in back to sit on the long bench seat behind the four bucket seats up front. "You'll have to eat this quickly, we'll be at the studio for the interview and signing in ten minutes."

Flipping open the container, they study the item. They can see why its called a Crisp, its got a ton of potato chips on top of it. The boys happily lift the sandwiches and stick them in their mouths, taking a big bite. There was a hum of 'Mmm' over the idea of eating at all, before reality took over alerting their tastebuds that something wasn't right. A cluster of sputters fills the air as they eject the nasty tasting bite from their mouths onto the lid of the white styrofoam.

"What?" Asks Kelly looking over the chair. She had yet to eat her own, busy with fastening her seatbelt.

She watched as the boys dramatically spat, scraped their tongues with the napkin, or chugged the lemon soda through the straw at such a pace, you'd swear they'd be sucked through the other end due to pressure.

Logan was the first to recover, and he said vehemently. "Who would put peanut butter with pickles, and then hide it with chips?"

"Ugh!"

"Oh come on, it can't really be that bad." Kelly wonders, then takes a bite of her own. Eyes wide with disbelief and disgust, the bite went flying from her mouth and out the open window right onto the arm of a man's black suit. He made little more fuss than a flustered grab for his handkerchief to wipe off the mess, while Kelly shot off a barrage of apologies.

"You know, its really not that bad once you get past the pickles." Carlos declared while having another bite.

Faces set to cringe, the band members, Kelly, even Freight Train shoved the white container in the male's direction. Better than to waste it. They, unfortunately, had no time to stop in anyplace else and were driven straight to the television studio for the interview.

There's a long table set up with four dark blue chairs lining the side that faces the cameras, permanant markers set before each seat on the table for the signing they'd be doing shortly after the interview, along with cups of water in glasses that read Coca Cola. It made Logan think of the judges seats on American Idol. Sitting down in order of Kendall, Logan, James, then Carlos the four listen to the opening theme of the show play out, and the interviewer Leslie Knightly speak to the camera to greet the viewers of Europe Beat. The four of them listen in, sort of swooned by Mrs. Knightly's rapid Liverpool accent until they hear the name of their band, which snapped them out of their verbal picnic.

"Hello boys,"

"Hey." They say in a scatter with a wave to the unseen fans through the camera.

"Can you please say your names for us, to anyone who's unfamiliar?"

"Kendall," He says, then points down the line of the table. "Logan, James, and Carlos."

"Welcome, its good to have you all here, we were listening to your cd in the studio." She smiled brightly. "My favorite song is definitely All Over Again. Will you be singing it on your tour?"

"Yeah, we'll be singing songs from the new album, and a couple from the old album." Kendall replied.

"Wonderful." Her smile became even more joyous, they would say, when they smiled at her.

Infact, it seemed that everyone in the room was happy about something. Almost, too happy. Something had to be up, and they unfortunately found out what the joke was when Mrs. Knightly asked.

"Have you been here long? Have you had time to sample the cuisine?"

The four cast each other curious glances, before Carlos replied. "We recently tasted one of the the more popular sandwiches."

"Oh the Crisp!" She nods, making her light brown curls move with it. "I would have guessed, you all have a bit of um..." And she gestures her fingers across her teeth.

Turning in their seats enough to hide their faces from the camera, they rub and lick at their peanut butter coated teeth, giving one another a quick glance before turning back around to put on a better, cleaner smile. But it was cool, they all thought it was intentional, which made it a big laugh. The interview went off without a hitch, they answered this and that; questions like: hobbies, movies, books- which made them laugh, right before they talked about their favorite video games. The Bioblast people can thank them later for the product promotion with some free stuff. And personal things that were answered right off, or skirted around- Carlos got to announce for the first time in a long time that he has a girlfriend. And the hostess was very nice to them, she smiled and didn't press an issue that they didn't want to disguss. Such as the matter with Kendall and James being a couple, and fighting.

This was all going really well, if Kelly could say so herself. Gustavo would be proud. The only thing left before they head off to the Dome would be signing, and that wouldn't take very long over here, because the majority of British fans are waiting for them at the mall. Others had come here, which would have been the better option since there's 15 fans waiting around for the show to end, and the signing would be more intimate then a smile and rush down the line of the table.

...

Arriving at the Westfield mall, it was very clear that intimacy was out the window. The place is packed! Logan felt kind of bad for people who're just looking to shop, when there's a tidal wave of teens and young adults pushing and shoving each other to get closer to the table platformed in the center of the chaos. It was a bombardment of noise mixed with the occasional 'I love you-' insert bandmember's name.

"I hope that you and Kendall aren't mad at each other anymore James," A female fan says, leaning over the width of the table to speak privately to the male; as if anyone could hear her.

"Nooo, we're good. Same buds as always." And he flashed her a gorgeous reassuring grin.

Writing out his signature, Kendall hands the photo back to the little twelve year old. He couldn't help but have overheard his name being said, but over the noise he wasn't given the full conversation. Seeing the next person to the table move over to Carlos, Kendall leans over to whisper.

"What was that about?"

Momentarily confused James then let it register. "Oh, she just hoped that we were getting along now."

"Oh." Taking another photo, he autographs it then hands it back.

"Can I get a picture with you guys?" Asks a girl who could be fifteen or seventeen.

"Sure!"

The girl squealed with delight. "I just love it when you talk together like that!" She beamed. "Me and my best friend Lizzie do the same thing; "we're like twins", people say."

"Is she here?" Asks James enjoying the eyefull when the girl leaned over to slide a poster to Kendall.

"Oh yeah, she's right over there," She nods in the direction where Carlos is seated. "She loves Carlos; said if she can get his attention for three minutes she's gonna name her first baby after him." Winking, she whispered loudly. "Even if its a girl."

Grinning like a goon, James nods. "I just love the way she says, girl."

Kendall snickered, but shook his head in dismay. James was pretty hopeless. He wondered if it would be much of the same in Paris. Even he had to smile at the dreamy french accent saying his name.

"Kendall? Kendall?"

Shaking away the haze, Kendall notices that its James who's calling him. "Right, the picture."

The young lady leaned over the table, and James and Kendall framed her head with their own on either side. When the clicks sound the three move apart.

"Thanks guys, I can't wait to see you in concert!" And she moved her way down the table to Logan and Carlos.

"You know what's freaky," Carlos is saying while scribbling his signature on a poster. "I don't even remember taking this one."

"That's because the company photoshopped old ones together." Replied Logan.

"No kidding?" He studies the fanboy's poster, and realization displayed itself over his face. "Ohhh yeah! This picture of me is from when we did that shoot at the park, they turned my shirt black." Handing the poster back, he looks down the table to Kendall and James who seem to be in a heated discussion with someone. "What's with them?"

Logan turns his head in their direction; close as they are, he can't really hear what's being said too well. "Don't know."

"I mean, I used to be a fan of yours, James" Says a blonde girl, with big curls in her hair. "but what you did to Kendall was just rude. He liked you, you didn't have to go after him."

James looked slightly guilty over it; Kendall couldn't tell if it were genuine, or for the girl's benefit but he did think it was funny when she handed him her number. "If you ever want to talk, you call me."

"Thanks a lot for helping with that, Kendall." James hissed when leaning into Kendall's personal earshot. "I just love having cute, and might I add, British, girls snapping at me on your behalf." Straightening up, he snips. "And that phone number should be mine!"

Kendall could only shrug; what else could he do?

A few of his fans were upset about how James went after him, when he confessed that... well, when he said they were messing around. Hardcore. Seriously, messing around. And a few of James' fans were upset with Kendall for the very fact that he would try to put it out there that James is or ever would be gay! One girl even said she'd slap him if it weren't for being raised right; and English people were supposed to be nice! Everyone else concerned with that matter that went on in the states, just leaned over to ask politely, if there were any truth to it? In which they smiled and politely replied, 'No.'

"It was for publicity, you know, new album out- sales- that sort of thing. Gotta keep your name in the magazines."

And James added. "Yeah, and didn't you notice how neither of us was really into it?"

An orange haired fan-boy asked Kendall, and this is exactly what he said: Well since that rube doesn't know what he's missing, how's about you and I go out? Kendall smiled, thanked him for the offer, than declined. "I'm honestly, not looking for a relationship right now. Sorry. But thanks."

"Well, maybe some other time. Thanks for the autograph- and good luck with the concert."

James glares after the male for a moment, then snagging Kendall by the bicep, he leans them over to whisper. "Would it be wrong to beat that guy up?"

"Yes! And besides, he was just kidding around."

"Hi!" A girl interupts their conversation, setting her cd down on the table. "My name is Kirsten."

"Hi Kirsten." They greet together.

Scribbling a quick signature and message, they hand the cd back, then return to their conversation.

"He called me a rube!"

Smiling, Kendall shakes his head. "I'm going to the bathroom."

And Freight Train was right there behind him the moment the chair scooted away from the table, walking with Kendall to the bathroom to stand guard outside the door when he disappeared inside. The glue of the band walked up to the first urinal, relieving himself of the soda he'd chugged earlier to get rid of that nasty peanut butter and pickle taste. Bleh. And while washing his hands an odd dispencer caught his eye.

"Hmm..." Looking over his shoulder to be sure that he's alone, Kendall reaches into his pocket for 50 pence- or 50 pee, as its modernly called by some- change and stuffs it into the coin slot. Pocketting his prize, he strolls out of the bathroom with a whistle on his lips.

4

The boys were gorging on fries and burgers from the McDonald's Kelly told the tour bus driver to stop at on their way back to the hotel. They ordered several meals from the menu. Items featured in American franchises like the Big Mac, things exclusively in England like the delicious, mouth watering Big Cheese Bacon, barbecue chicken with bacon, and a festive pie which contains mincemeat and custard- Carlos ordered a few of those. By the time they left for the hotel they were woosy with full stomachs, worse when they knew they'd be going to rehearsal after training.

James walked into the bathroom, going for his tooth brush, then lucky comb. It was a feat watching him accomplish both activities at once, but Kendall went to work washing his face in the other sink at the end of the counter.

"Kelly says we'll have some free time before our flight tomorrow," Kendall says; with his face lathered up with soap he has to wink an eye open to look at James. "so what are we going to do with it."

James noticed that very pointedly spoken 'we', and thought it over. "We won't be able to do anything," He spit the toothpaste foam from his mouth, to be more clear. "with Logan and Carlos hanging out with us as well."

"Point taken... they won't wanna split up." He thinks it over while splashing his face.

There's a silence between them as they finish up their primping. Both thinking, wondering what they could tell the other two members of the group so they won't be hurt or suspicious. But what? What?

A light bulb went off in both male's heads, and looking at each other, finger in the air, they simultaniously say. "I'll pretend to be sick!" Cocking a brow at the other, they ask simultaniously like a conjoined twin act, where they share the same mouth. "Wait? Who'll pretend?" Pointing to themself, they reply. "I will. You?"

Waving his hands backs and forth to silence the pretty boy, Kendall says. "James, no offense, but it would be better if I did it."

"I don't think so, besides," Leaning forward, hand to the side of his mouth he whispers. "I'm a much better actor than you."

Shocked by this confession, Kendall puts on a rather cocky manner to say. "Ohhh I forgot, they hired you as Abo-the Clown on that show Witches of Rodeo Drive... how many episodes were you on again?"

Offended, James glared. "I dropped that role to keep Camille from being crushed- I would have killed it, and you'd be down one member of the band."

"I'm sure we would."

It wasn't so much what Kendall said, but the 'are you kidding me' way that he said it, which caused James to give him a little shove. "Take it back."

Shoving James, he replied. "No."

"Take" And he pushes Kendall a little stronger. "it back."

"I... said no."

Glares met in a stare down, and before anyone could come to ref, the two locked arms around one another. A hilarious little wrestling match of headlock insued between them. Hilarious in the sense that someone should have been punching someone somewhere, but instead they looked to just be doing an amazing impersonation of the crab dance. Their combined four legs moving side to side, until Kendall pulled away.

"Wait! Wait!" Catching his breath from the scuffle, he holds his hands up in truce. "We're going about this all wrong, when we have two judges already."

"Who? Kelly and Freight Train?" Wondered James. Afterall, there wasn't anybody else.

"No. Carlos and Logan."

Blinking, James replies. "I'm not following, won't they know we're faking when we ask them to judge who's better at being sick?"

"We're not gonna tell them," And the conversation was gripping Kendall's sanity a bit because when he's trying not to jump on someone his dimples stick out that much more.

It made James momentarily distracted, so that when Kendall spoke he missed a bit of it. But catching the tale end, he knew what he was getting at.

"So when they ask one of us if we're all right, we'll know who's the better actor."

"Ohhh." He grinned. "Sneaky."

"Thank you." He took a bow. "I'm going to the lobby."

"I'll be down when I'm done with my hair," And he raises good old lucky to his head, as if he needed an example along with the comment.

"So I'll see you after the concert?" Chuckled Kendall before sweeping in to snag a peck on the lips from the pretty boy.

Mouth agape in offense, James replied hastly after Kendall's retreating back. "Perfection can't be rushed!" He declared. Returning to the bathroom when all he got was a chuckle, James continued with combing his hair.

...

The two were really hamming it up during the two hour rehearsals on stage in Hyde Park. Honestly, rehearsing this long you would think it was the concert going on. Between sound checks, placements being marked, dances being practiced with the female dancers who'd showed up that afternoon, and scatters of their harmonized singing filling the air its a very lively place to be passing through right now. There was also food being prepared someplace in the distance, it smelled like heaven. All grease and meat. Carlos heard his stomach growl several times, and so did everyone else when he put his microphone up to his gut and let the rumble bellow from the speakers.

Kelly was making calls to Gustavo, and other important people that he'd asked her to, while watching them take their job seriously for once since they've arrived in London. It was a nice change of pace since handling BTR alone could be a trial in of itself.

Tying his sneaker, Carlos spots Logan a little ways away from him getting a drink. "Logan, Marine said she has three friends who can come with us while we tour London tomorrow."

"Alright!" He high-fives his friend. He honestly didn't think he'd meet any cute english girls during their four day stay. He hoped they were cute, and that the cutest one wouldn't look instantly to James.

"I know Kendall and James'll be into it," Carlos goes on. "they haven't had girlfriends since Jo left for New Zealand, and that girl Heather was dropped because she liked to pick off James' plate."

Snickering, Logan replied. "Yeah." Looking over his shoulder when another blaring sneeze sounded through the speakers, he said. "Sounds like James is on the Cudaman body spray again." And then hearing Kendall's coughing, he widens his eyes in exasperation. "Aaand Kendall's caught in a crosswind and can't stop inhaling it." Turning his gaze back to Carlos, he says. "Flip a coin who stands next to James?"

"I'll take tails."

"Okay."

At the other end of the stage, the two "actors" notice that they're not exactly being noticed, and they wonder with cocked brows what exactly it is that they're doing wrong. But they don't get a chance to improve on their skills because the curtains draw over, and they can see the crowd showing up. Showtime.

They went from starting the tour through a roar while they belted out Elevate to speaking playfully to the crowd about songs they'd like to hear, which had them singing a crowd pleaser of Boyfriend. They changed clothes after four songs, and kicked off the second half with Cover Girl, which was followed by a special song, that hasn't been heard anywhere, and its written by James Diamond called Epic. The crowd was in awe when they sang No Idea the silence during the song was amazing, it would undoubtedly be sang as the next Boyfriend; but they got them screaming again with Show Me, with its provacative partner dance and suggestive wording. A costume change came after Love Me, Love Me and after 3 costume changes and seventeen songs in total, they end the concert successfully by singing World Wide. Gustavo would have been proud, and he will be proud when they do it all over again in Paris.

Carlos didn't think he'd ever get sick of hearing the crowd roar when London, or soon Paris, and soon Japan were mentioned in the lyrics. Its a rush- no pun intended. And when they were ushered from the stage after blown kisses, and waves, and a long slew of Thank yous. The four arrive at the tour bus where Marine is waiting for Carlos.

Bouncing over to her like a happy puppy, he scoops the girl into his arm receiving a kiss on the lips from her. "You were amazing! I couldn't believe it, it was like watching Christmas happen all over the world, all at once."

"Thanks," Looking to his friends, who are standing by the bus watching the two interact, he gestures a hand out to them and says. "Marine, these are the guys Kendall, Logan, and James."

They waved and greeted her with a 'hi'.

"Hi. Nice to meet you." She held out her hand shaking theirs. "If you're all free, we could go out for a little while. I know a place we can eat, and you must be starving."

"I could always eat!" Carlos chuckled. "Isn't she great?" He asks his three friends.

"Actually, I'm kinda beat." Kendall says. "I wanna head back to the hotel."

"Aaww." Intones Marine. "But, you lot will come?" She asks of the others.

"Yee-..." James nearly replied until Kendall's foot pressed down on his own. "I'll have to take a rain check, but definitely tomorrow."

"Looks like its just the three of us." Logan answered the girl's questioning look his way. Checking his watch, he sees that its 9:40 p.m. "Alright, we'll see you guys... 10:30?" He asks Marine.

"At the most." Replied the girl, linking arms with Carlos. "Come on, we'll take my car. Bye you guys."

"Bye!" They wave.

And they couldn't have gotten into the tour bus any faster. Kelly was the hold up, as she lagged behind while wrapping things up with some higher ups watching the tour.

"Why couldn't we go out with them? Marine seems really nice, and I love the way she says 'lot' instead of 'all' and-.."

"Aand" Kendall cuts off James' rant. "this is our chance to be alone... with no interuptions... like we'd planned before leaving L.A."

"Ohhh yeah," He grinned. "good plan."

"I know it is." They silence when Kelly opens the door beside them.

Looking into the empty seats, she asks. "Where're Carlos and Logan?"

"They went out to eat with Carlos' girlfriend. They'll be back around 10:30."

"Oh..." Recovering from her concerned stupor, she grinned at the two. "Great job guys, Gustavo even said he was... well, he said he was surprised no one fell, but that only means he was proud of you guys. I recorded some footage with my phone and sent it to him."

"Oh." They nod acknowledgingly.

Buckling her seatbelt, Kelly tells the driver to take them back to the hotel.

The door was practically slammed it closed so quickly after the secret lovers; the lock turned over keeping intruders at bay, for at least a moment. They might need to rush about and get properly clothed or whatever to alleviate suspicion of anything going on between them. Being very careful made them sure to undress only once they hit the bedroom. Finding a cluster of clothing on the floor in the sitting room would be kind of suspicious, should anyone get into the room without their knowledge. Kicking the door closed, Kendall reached behind himself and locked it; the two fall onto Kendall's bed coiled into each other's arms. They tended to forget that they're attracted to each other until they're in these moments of private undress, or dressed- but alone, and kissing, when the fire comes back. Its as if relationship-them is on pause, like a DVD, until they're back at picking up right where they left off last, which placed Kendall's hips directly over James' so he's straddling him on the bed.

But unlike at the Palmwoods park, James knew what to expect and didn't push him away. He instead continued with undressing himself, removing his gray torso, white long sleeved double-shirt up and over his head, easy enough task, but he had to reach around Kendall's back to undo his tattered dark blue jeans. Kendall just got around to removing his overcoat, tossing it anywhere it chose to land, and his fingers are now working on the buttons to his red, white, and black plaid button down, which is over his black t-shirt. James scooted his jeans over his rear-end when Kendall raised his hips up and stood on his knees for him to do so, and he watched and waited on Kendall to undress as well, but was becoming steadily impatient.

"Kendall!" He snapped, helping the male remove both the buttoned shirt, which was mostly undone, as well as the under shirt. "Why do you wear so many clothes all the time?" He chucks the garment off to a corner of the bedroom.

"Isn't it obvious? Its to keep the other Kendall's" And he used the James term teasingly. "at bay." He snickered. "Can't want what you don't see."

Remembering the obnoxious fanboy from the signing, he nodded to agree. Manuevering out of his jeans was the next obstacle, but that wasn't as bad as the shirts since all he had to do to get rid of them was to lie over James and shove them down his legs, with the pretty boy's help. Their hips rocked and rolled against the other's, and their hands made a point in touching the other person's body in just the right way to break their deep kiss in favor of voiced pleasure. James made the first move between them by palming Kendall through his boxer shorts. The blond rocked into the handling, and made a move of his own by snaking his hand along James' thigh and up under the leg of his shorts where he clamped a firm grip round his hidden appendage. James was putty in Kendall's hand, literally; his face lay hidden against Kendall's collarbone panting and moaning, while rocking his hips into the up and down movement of the vicegrip. His own hand on Kendall had stopped moving while he lay swept up in the ministrations.

But it didn't last to the end, Kendall let him go; it was like catching the big one and messing with it before letting it back into the sea. His hand freed itself from beyond James' shorts leg and he wrapped his arm around the back of the pretty boy's thigh to raise his leg up around his hips. A grind session ensued and it was a frantic one of rolling this way and that, changing up who-topped-who, until they both lay on their sides kissing and playing tug of war down below the belt. Kendall broke first, squeezing lavishly tight as he rode out the pleasure shaking through him.

"James wait," He panted. Scooting away from the brunet, removing his hand from him, he shoves James on the shoulder to lay him on his back.

James watched with curiosity until Kendall ducked below the blanket, tugging his shorts down as he went. "Umm," Dragging the male from beyond the boarder of no return by his upper arm, he asks in a semi-panicked tone. "What are you doing?"

"Trust me, you'll like it." He tried going back under but James had the grip of a bear.

"Iiiii don't think that's a good idea."

"Iiii'm willing to do it- so why make a big thing about it?" He gave him a questioning smirk.

Snickering, James shakes his head. "Because that particular something isn't exactly benificial for two and-" He shouts a bit in his conclusion. "we made a rule!"

Kendall's face knotted in insulted disbelief over the matter, afterall; its something that all guys want, and are beyond afraid to ask a girlfriend for because... its weird! You might be comfortable with asking your wife to-... Dammit, he's getting distracted. "James, rules are meant to be broken... and I'm breaking them."

James was about to kick Kendall right in the side until he felt his heart stop cold in his chest. Oh, that was good... it was better than good, it was... indescribeably better than a handjob: the moisture, the encompassing heat, the blinding sweep of Kendall's tongue brushing back and forth beneath the underside to the tip. He was losing his senses and gripped the sheet just to be sure he was still alive. He could hear his voice rasping through the air, now and then quieted sucking sounds would join in, or Kendall's voice would hum over his apendage, that deep vibration that set James' control over the edge to the brink of having crazy thoughts- thoughts that involve a whole other ball game between them. And that was a problem with this, he doesn't know the proper response beyond enjoying it- which he steeply is, but what's expected of him afterwards? Should he return the favor? Can he? And during it, should he rock his hips? Would that be too much? Would Kendall stop? He hoped not!

"Relax." Kendall's voice interupted the riot of questions being fired off from his brain, and he let himself melt back into the moment.

Between fingers and palm, tongue, lips, and just the smallest brush- not graze- of tooth, the very taboo of it because, no, they would never ask for such a thing from a girlfriend, James was finished for good. Kendall emerged from beneath the covers while James' body let go, and he lay himself down on top of him, kissing his neck and lips, rocking their hips together in the liquid warmth between them. James thought he wouldn't return the kiss, because... you know. But found himself desperately wanting to; nibbling thanks now and then onto his lover's bottom lip.

"Kendall, I-.."

The cloud was broken the moment a loud knock hit the door in the living room.

Kendall yelped and floored it from the bedroom to the bathroom. James, panicked rushed about the room looking for his clothes and chucking Kendall's when he grabbed the wrong garment. It was because of this that something caught his attention due to the light tap it made when hitting the floor. He thought the sound was too light to have been Kendall's phone, and stooping to pick it up his eyes nearly fall from his head. Its a... its... the whole other ball game. He was sure he would have fainted had it not been for the fact that the living room door opened, causing him to leap into cover onto his bed, blanket pulled up to his neck to hide the very clear evidence smeared on him.

"You guys awake?" Carlos' voice came through the living room before he entered the bedroom. "Hey James, where's Kendall?"

"Showering." He squeaked, but clearing his voice he said it again in his normal octave. "Showering. We were gonna head down to the restuarant with Kelly and Freight Train to eat, but he wanted to shower first."

"Oh. Well, I guess you won't want the chicken sandwiches we brought you."

"No. We're fine, but I'll take it-" He sat up, but then quickly fell back onto the bed. "Just leave it on the dresser."

Cocking a brow, Carlos asks. "Why are you under the blanket?"

"I'm... feeling a little sick. I was gonna go to bed, but Kendall insisted that we eat first." Throwing out his own accusations, he asks. "What happened to Marine? you said you'd be back by tenish."

"We felt bad ditching you guys," He leaves the bag on the dresser. "Guess it wasn't for nothing if you're sick."

"I just need to get some sleep, I'll be fine in the morning."

"Okay. Well, I'll ask Kendall if he wants to hang out for a while." He heads to the door. "Its almost like you guys are avoiding us or something."

"Whaat? Nooo." His voice became sinister to say. "So don't look into it."

"I won't." Came Carlos' cheerful response with a shrug. He clearly had a good time, however short it had to be. "Good night, James."

"Goodnight!" Removing the condom, which was hidden beneath the pillow, James felt betrayed and confused. When did Kendall even get the thing? What, did he just carry them around for just incase? Scary thought. The other ball game. Getting out of bed, he stuffed the offensive thing back where he'd found it, and just before he could climb back into bed Kendall walked in, all sopping wet from a quick shower, a smile on his face. Last thing he wanted was to have Kendall know that he'd found it, because that would bring up conversation. So, shoving the pair of jeans into the owners hands, he says quickly. "Carlos wants to hang out!" Then charging for the bathroom, he slammed the door shut and turned on the shower.

"Weird guy." Declared Kendall thinking nothing of the episode. "Ooh, dinner." Grabbing the bag from the dresser he digs in.

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A.N: Sorry this chapter took so long when I said it'd be sooner, I got all caught up in moving, and work. But I promise the next one will be sooner. Didn't you love Big Time Movie? Aaahh! It was so fun! And the episode before it when they were fighting, was too cute. I loved the quiet lunch scene, I've been subject to a few of those in my life hahaha.