Other Fan Fiction ❯ Big Time Temptations ❯ New Feeling ( Chapter 6 )

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

Chest heaving up and down from heavily taken in breaths, James rolled off of Kendall before he collapsed there and never moved again. The pair noisily caught their breaths through panting. And gently, slowly, their pants turned into laughter. Giddy, snickering, laughter.

Kendall couldn't help but still be lost in flash backs of only moments ago as he chuckled away. Kendall felt absolutely engulfed by James, he was everywhere to him. In his mouth, his hands, against his skin, inside of his body. James' weight lay on him like a house dropped on a wicked witch, it was just awesome. Kendall felt a tightening inside himself, moreso when James' hand latched onto his member and began to stroke. Back arched he felt himself knotting inside, like a string tied in a knot in the center while the two ends are being pulled to undo it. And in this case, James is the one holding the ends of the string. His nails were leaving good-sized tracks along James' shoulder blades when the knot inside tightened further; James grunted out a sigh of pain from the scraping nails, and his manic thrust dwindled in stages from a jack hammer to a buoy caught up in a typhoon with the way the brunet's hips rolled and thrust into Kendall, and from buoy in a twister to one laying down on gently rocking ocean waves... back and forth, back and forth to, finally, a novice yo-yoer. Always getting the object down but having a hard time returning it to his hand. That did it for both of them when Kendall's inner wall held James like a vice-grip; and one last attempt, on James' part, to move back broke him. but the thing that broke Kendall was the way his lover whirled his tongue around inside his mouth against his own. Foreheads together, mouths not touching but parted, they swallowed up each others' gluttonus groans.

"James..." Kendall spoke in a feathery exhausted tone. "You gotta try that from my end."

Chuckling, James instead held onto Kendall's hand rather than reply. A pleased grin on his face; he rubs his thumb over the back of the male's hand.

The air in the room began to cool around them, and their light prespiration dried along with some other natural fluids.

"We need to head downstairs before someone wonders where we are." Kendall had yet to move though.

He doesn't wanna leave the comfortable, peaceful, dare he even think beautiful place he's in right now. And with James' lack of movement, he was sure that his boyfriend was thinking the same. Ha. Boyfriend. Such a nice word all of a sudden.

"Yeah." James heaved one last sigh to have his breathing return to normal. Looking down, he pulled off the condom. "What are we gonna do about this thing? We can't leave it in the trash." Turning it over and over in his grasp, he then adds. "House keeping might get the wrong idea, with the right idea."

"You're right. Logan might have some questions too." Sitting up, with a bit of effort, Kendall takes the coverage from James. "I say we flush it. Its not that big of a deal."

"Uumm as the one who wore it, I'd say its a very BIG deal."

Unsure of what James had meant, Kendall then cocked his head in the general direction of his lover's crotch then it all made sense. "Oh! Right. Yeah, yeah that's... impressive." He snickered when James grinned and nodded because he's gotten it. "but I meant considering what usually goes into a toilet, this thing is noth-...."

Having heard enough James cuts in saying. "Got it!"

"Mmhm." Getting up off the bed, he doesn't make it any further than a step because James has him by the elbow. "What?"

"How 'bout.." And he taps a thoughtful finger to his lips. "we pretend we're on a movie set, and go for a take-two?"

Laughing, Kendall leans over kissing the grinning male on the lips. Moving away he shakes his head, and says very repremandingly. "We don't have time for a take-two, not only that, but we're showering seperately. Sooo, no funny business." Stopping the skipping stereo, he then rubs his pained lower back.

"Kendall," Sitting up, he puts on a very serious face- well- as serious as James' face can get- which tends to look more like an angry pleading puppy than anything sinister. "I've been where most men dare not go because their girlfriend is" And his voice raised an octave to immitate a girls, "too shy" dropping then back to its normal tone. "and timid to wanna have sex."

Kendall was just thankful that it was sex James was referring to overall and not... well... obviously how the sex was had. "Right. But we can't exactly sit up here screwing around, because Gustavo is gonna puff up his chest and come banging on that door, when he sees that you and I aren't down there having lunch- especially- when we need our fuel for the concert." Index fingers doing a little round about dance as Kendall points the blame to himself and James when saying. "Last thing we need is to be caught together, butt naked! Sweaty!" And he leans over to whisper at James. "And covered in each other." Straightening he asks. "Do I need to go on? Or can we stop wasting time?"

"Fine. But I'm really starting to hate not blowing our cover." Grumped James, crossing his arms over his chest.

"I know. But we have to, so.." He trailed off and walked into the bathroom to get the shower going.

James was proud of himself, he withheld going into the bathroom with Kendall for all and.... five seconds. His feet carried him in a quick hurry through the door. He closed it soundlessly; easily at that, over the sound of the flushing toilet coming to a stop, then crept up on the bath tub.

Eyes closed and enjoying the hot spray of water over him, Kendall found himself smiling, once again, at the memory of only minutes ago. He knew it was stupid of them to have done it. He knew it would change things. But what he didn't mind is how it changed things. He and James are closer now, there's nothing left between them to be fearful of. He wants his chance to be inside of James, but if the bottom feels like that every time there was really no rush in the matter. He sighed in happy remembrance of being touched, held, savored, and.... why does it feel as if its happening in real-time?

"Kendall?"

Kendall yelped, jumping out of his skin, though his jump didn't get very far since James has his arms around his shoulders and torso. "James! Seriously? I told you not to follow me."

"I know. But, I just wanted to ask you something." He removes the soaped up rag from Kendall's grip, then starts in on scrubbing his back for him. "Aaaand I can help you clean." He states very matter-of-factly.

Kendall rolled his eyes, though, James is kind of good at washing his back. Smiling like a cat laying in the perfect sun spot on the front lawn, the blond had to reel himself in to ask. "What did you wanna ask?"

"You and Jo.... how uhh.. Did you and Jooo...?" He trailed off, deciding that the rest should state itself.

But it seemed that Kendall wasn't following, because he asked in a tone that said 'well spit it out'. "Did me and Jo, what?"

"How...." He let the 'w' drag a moment then finished. "far did you get?"

Blinking, Kendall looked over his shoulder with a face of pure disbelief and then, turning his gaze to face the stream of water, he replies with a question of his own. "Are you asking if I ever slept with Jo?"

"Nooo." James laughs as if its the funniest thing in the world; the rag is waved through the air as he waves the inquiry off, little flicks of soap splat against the wet shower wall. His tone then became very serious when asking. "But did you?"

Kendall weighed his options of answering, then decided it wouldn't be any fun to mess with James... not right now, anyway. With a shrug, he says. "I'd thought about it. We even wrote to each other about it a few times. ...But she and I never did it."

"Phew!" He brushed the back of his hand across his bangs, still stuck to his head by sweat and now shower moisture.

After a thought, Kendall asks casually. "What about you? You've had more girlfriends than any of us put together... surely at some point you must have....?" He shrugs his dripping wet shoulders before turning around to wash off the scrub job James gave his back. He's clean. Now James needs to get on with it. With a gesture of his hand, he tells the male to move around to his side of the tub while he takes his place in back.

"There have been a few girls that I would have liked to... but, no. I've never done it either."

"Oh." Kendall tried to sound as if it didn't matter one way or the other, but James missed the pleased smirk that came across the blond's face. "So... I guess that means we were each other's first."

"Guess so."

They're silent for a moment, choosing washing over speaking. Then James pipes up to ask. "Ssssooooo, how long before we can be each other's second?"

Laughing, Kendall shakes his head in thought. "Not now."

"Why not now? We're here- liiittle higher up." James requests when popping soap suds make his back itchy between his shoulder blades. "We've got five minutes."

"We took like...." And his face twist up in thought. "thirty, something, minutes doing that in the first place. There's no way we can do it in five."

"I think we should bet on it." James spins around to face his boyfriend.

"No bet." Snipped Kendall.

"Bet me!"

"No."

"Please? Pleeease, bet me?"

Kendall sighed in stern authority of putting his foot down, wearing an expression that says 'don't even try me with asking again'.

The two squared off glare style, shooting green and hazel bullets between each other.

"Can we mess around?" He asked casually seeing that the blond was not wavering on the original offer.

"No, James. The plan was to wash and leave for lunch, as soon as possible." Kendall chopped his hand into his other as he spoke. "And there is nothing that's gonna change my mind."

............

And James was on his knees, Kendall's hips in his hands, brandishing what he's learned to do while Kendall had been sleeping the first time, and it would seem its a pretty good job since Kendall can hardly stand on his jelly fish legs. James could see why Kendall wanted them to bathe alone. The more he touched him, and tasted him, the more he wanted... well, more. And knowing that they've already gone there, that they can go there wasn't helping. It was dangerous, and with all the warnings his lover has been giving off he knows that Kendall feels the same way about it. But that didn't stop him from sticking out his tongue to rim Kendall's body from the tip of his length to the base, and up to his naval where he swirled it around the dipped in hole. The blond made a mess over James' chest and collar bone before he could take cover, but James didn't care, he only found his way up to his lover's mouth to sample the sweetness of where those moans were coming from.

And Kendall, bless him, couldn't have James all hopped up after he'd done such a good job of putting him down, now could he? So, wrapping his arm around the brunet's shoulders, and the other lowered between them, hand holding a soft soaped up rag, he latches onto his lover's member giving it the massaging of a lifetime. James pressed his weight into Kendall, who's against the shower wall, and rocked his hips back and forth while his mouth lay clamped over Kendall's neck.

And several cries and moans later, the two finally exit the shower. Bright pink, and slightly wrinkled on their fingertips but clean and fully dressed with little left to do but dry their hair.

"No more distractions." Declared the blond. "They're probably done with lunch and on their way back by now. We have to keep it together."

"Right."

Checking themselves over, James then leans in to give Kendall a kiss, but the blond backs away. Kendall then leaned in to give James a kiss, but James backed away. The two give each other scrutinizing looks, then decide that shaking hands would be the best way to part the situation. One kiss and they'll be at it again. A hand shake is easier.

"I've been meaning to ask you," And this was James on their way out into the hall. "Where'd you get that thing? Did you shop for it?"

"No. They had a dispencer in the men's bathroom in London. I got it when I went to the bathroom during the signing." Pressing the button for the elevator, he adds. "Can you imagine the papparazzi if they saw me picking up condoms. I had to get it then."

James suddenly realized the entirety of it all. Boy was his face turning red. And he was suddenly compelled to, once again, say he was sorry. "I'm sorry about freaking out."

"Its okay." Pressing the button, he gives James a friendly pat on the shoulder.

Its really cool having a boyfriend as understanding of his habits as Kendall is. It gave him a sense of relief to know he has room to screw up. A lot of girls would think he was a whack job by now, and would have been done with him ages ago. James couldn't help but love Kendall even more. He should tell him so.... someday.

5 5 5 5

Kelly stood in the gift shop like a frightened statue. Oddly enough, she's standing like a frozen frightened statue that hopes no one is noticing that she's a frightened statue. And for the most part it had been working. Gustavo, Carlos, and Logan are all too busy finding gifts for their self or their friends back at the Palm Woods to notice her. They started to go into the dining room, but Carlos got momentarily distracted when reading a sign that said: Gift Shop in english. And since it was the only thing that the hispanic male could actually read in the foreign country, he gravitated to it instantly.

"You can tell when you're shopping in a hotel gift shop," Gustavo comes up beside Kelly holding an object. "when this little bitty porcelain cat goes for three hundred dollars." Taking Kelly in, he cocks his head then waves a hand before her blank eyes. "Although it does look like Monty." Gustavo goes on, still with no response from his assistant and friend.

He hasn't seen her that frozen since he'd forgetten to tell Big Time Rush to do their homework, on their first tour, and she and Logan checked out when Griffin threatened them with walking papers. A face like that could mean one of two things. She goofed somewhere and the tour is about to come crashing down all around them or.... she knows something, and is having a hard time keeping her mouth shut so she's just escaped reality altogether.

Before the assistant could even realize who was pushing her into a vacant hall, she's spun around to see Gustavo only seconds before being asked.

"Spill it."

A dry chuckle came from her throat. "Sp-.." And she coughed nervously. "Spill what?" A finger twirling innocently at a chunk of her long black hair, she smiles hoping that would be enough to be believed, but it looked more like she were trying to crack her teeth from the strain to smile normally.

"What you know? Are the bookings messed up? Did the dogs do something else stupid? Spit it out!" He shouted that last request. When she remained silent, he gives her a warning tone. "Kelly...."

"Ooooh.... I probably shouldn't say anything!" She panicked.

"Say it or you're fired!"

Kelly held her ground for only a second more before cracking under the pressure of having to hold it in at all. "They probably don't want anyone to know." She states lamely; mostly because Logan said that Kendall and James were upstairs 'making up' for being jerks in London. If they only knew. "...Kendall and James...."

Shrugging, Gustavo's facial expression demands an explantion. "Kendall and James, what?"

"Ooooh, sorry guys." She says to their secrecy. "Kendall and James are upstairs having... I mean, I walked in on them..." Her index fingers clash together like a couple of swords.

"What is that?" Asks Gustavo confused, until it really hit him. "Oh. Oh! Oh no!"

..............

"No. No. No. No. No. No." Kelly holds back the larger man, or at least she should have been but he's dragging her along like a backpack slung around his shoulders, or maybe a five year old trying to walk a boxer breed dog down the street. However you'd describe it, Kelly was nothing to stand in the way of Gustavo's charge. "They don't want us to know!"

"I don't care! It'll be bad for the group, and bad for me because the moment they break up, I'm out of money and will end up once again searching for another boy band or worse... Selling scooters." He could even hear the beep! beep! of the little scooter horn. He shuddered.

But no sooner had he made it to the elevator do the doors open allowing James and Kendall off and into the hall.

"Sorry we missed lunch with everyone," James smoothes it over instantly. "But we're here now, and we'll eat really fast."

"Yeah." Agreed Kendall.

Gustavo's angry bull rush ceased, and he just stared at the two a moment. Kendall and James, wondering what the look was for, cast their own curious side-long glance and glared back. Then Gustavo did the weirdest thing.... he laughed! A barking, haulting, jovial laugh that took the two like a couple of snowballs to the face. What the heck is so funny? Gustavo didn't tell them, just kept his head thrown back as he laughed his way down the hall and to the dining room.

"Weeeird." James says to no one in particular.

"We didn't have lunch yet." Kelly says before spinning around so-as not to face the pair. The couple. Are they a couple, or just sleeping together? Would that be better or worse? 'Oh, God, stop thinking.' She ordered herself. "Carlos noticed a gift shop and wanted to look around; we were waiting for you two as well." Good. There. She got it out and didn't lose her cool and tell them that she knows.

That did it. Scooping the woman up by her armpits, Kendall and James at a side, they carry the assistant into the elevator and press up. When the doors close, she's set down to stand. And grabbing a hold of her bicep, they give her a shake. "Spill it!" They demand; their tone was a lot less threatening than Gustavo's, it had an understandably frightened tone to it.

"I saw you guys!"

"Saw us what?" They say in unison.

When the elevator stopped and the doors opened, Kendall pressed the button for the first floor to give them more talk time. And down the metal box went.

"You know!" She made her fingers sword fight again. And again, she received odd looks of confusion until it slowly sank in.

The two begin speaking over each other, with each other, angrily at each other, then pleadingly at Kelly to a point where she didn't understand a word of it. But she got the jist of their emotional outburst.

"I had to tell Gustavo, he barked it out of me." She explained. "But he's the only one who knows."

The two looked relieved and at the same time sick. How could this happen?! Why did this happen? They were careful! At least they thought so.

"You saw us!?" They had to question again. They've never felt so uncomfortable in their lives. Never.

"Guys... I won't, and will definitely try not to spill your secret to Carlos and Logan but.... you should know that its gonna come out eventually. And Gustavo thinks that what you're doing is wrong, so get prepared to have to tell him you think otherwise."

"Kelly... we're just not ready to say that we're anything because we don't know ourselves." Kendall explains. "So, please, don't tell Carlos and Logan. We'll talk to Gustavo and ask that he do the same."

"Okay." Drawing in a breath she sighs it out. "I'm happy for you, if it makes a difference."

"No." James grumped miserably. But receiving a jab to the side by Kendall's elbow, he dropped his bitter concerns and said. "Sorry. It does matter. Thanks Kelly."

"Thanks." Wrapping his arms around her, Kendall gives the woman a hug.

James rubs her shoulder.

"Now, let's get something to eat, and hope Gustavo can control himself for the time being." Kelly is released from the elevator prison and starts for the dining room. "We really can't have this getting out right now. BTR needs good publicity; and after that 'curse interview' it'll be all anyone talks about. You have to sell music right now, not news stories."

"We got it." The two say in sync.

"Okay." Opening the doors to the dining room, the three file in.

Carlos, Logan, and the one who'd fetched them, Gustavo came in seconds after them. The four sit around staring at the menu under le dejeuner which Logan pointed out that they can find the lunch menu.

"Is this horse meat?" Wonders Kendall looking at a sandwich item. Skimming through the translation book, he nods. "I know what I'm ordering."

"Me too!" Carlos closes the menu. "I've never eaten a horse before- I've been hungry enough to- this is gonna be awesome." He leans over the table to pop knuckles with Kendall.

It was so weird how things change when you know things about people. Kelly wouldn't have thought twice over seeing James tug a seat out, only to have Kendall snatch it up causing him to sit in the chair beside him because to her it would have been what it looked like, but now that she knows their secret... it was deliberately pulled out for him. That's kind of sweet. She smiled behind her menu.

Gustavo seemed to be taking the ignoring approach, that, or the lunch menu has got him distracted to just not caring on the matter. But he'd undoubtedly have words with the two later.

The waiter came over and wrote down two orders of croque-monsieur which is something of a grilled ham and cheese sandwich, often made with one of two choices from Emmental or Gruyere cheese and is sometimes coated in Mornay or Bechamel sauce for Kelly and Gustavo. One order of Pan-bagnat, a simple but tasty sandwich for James. It consists of raw vegetables, hard boiled eggs, anchovies and/or tuna. A little olive oil to finish it off, and its placed on a soft round white bread baked fresh in the restaurant. And two sandwiches with horse meat, for Kendall and Carlos. The table ordered a bowl of french onion soup on the side.

The group at their lunch with a collective 'mmmm' going up. Everyone stole glances at Kendall and Carlos as they readied themselves to try something unusual in the new foods department. And, as if clinking a glass together, the two tap sandwiches before going in. The horse meat, though sniffed and suspiciously bitten, tasted really good. It was tender, and mild in flavor, slightly salty but you could tollerate it.

"Huh. You know... this isn't half bad."

Carlos nods chewing happily. "Its good. I think I could really like horse meat."

................

"I changed my mind! I do not like horse meat!" Shouts Carlos from the bathroom in his and Kendall's room. He can even hear Kendall groaning in the background from Logan and James' room.

How could it be so good going down, but turn your stomach the next minute? Maybe its like eating vegetables, and its a natural stomach turner. Carlos groaned as the waves in his stomach began to settle down a bit. Grabbing the mouth wash, he practically chugged it to get the taste of stomach acid lunch out of his mouth.

"You should definitely never try something that was once banned by natives." Logan repremands while rubbing his friend's back.

"Tell that to Kendall, it was his idea to try it." Carlos sagged over the long counter top of the bathroom sinks.

"You look green. Are you gonna be alright for the show?"

"I'll be fine." Carlos stands on wobbling legs. "I just need a quick rest, and I'll be ready to go."

In Logan and James' room where there's a recovering Kendall; James is seated on the toilet worrying about being found out. He knows Kelly will try her best not to blab what she knows- again! But what if she can't? What if Gustavo won't? What if all of this blows up when he realizes that he's in love with Kendall. Its so funny how it happens like that. Like growing up with a girl you once thought of as a brother or just one of your guy friends, then suddenly she's the most beautiful girl in the world. That's what this is... Kendall's the most beautiful girl in the world! All it took was for Kendall to make the first move for him to figure that out. And now all of that is gonna be ruined because they're gonna be forced to break up.

Watching Kendall gargle and spit, he cocked a brow in question. "Feel better?"

"Once the room stops spinning I will." He whined a little when reaching out an arm. "Help me to a bed..." He exagerated his queasy condition.

"Sure." Slipping his arm around Kendall's waist, he helps him over to his bed.

Dropped back onto the bed like a sack of potatos, Kendall sighs in happy relief that his stomach has stopped spinning. Oh foreign foods, you never let a person down. Taking a seat beside the male, James brushes Kendall's bangs out of his face. "What are we gonna do about Kelly?"

"She said she wouldn't tell." He closes his eyes.

"What are we gonna do about Gustavo?" James questions, pushing the issue.

"Not sure. We just have to trust that when Kelly talks to him he listens."

"Okay." Leaning over he steals a quick kiss on the exposed forehead, before Logan can come back into the room and see him do it. "I'm gonna look around the gift shop downstairs."

"Mhm."

"See ya." Patting Kendall on his emptied gut, James then stands and leaves the room.

"See ya."

Sleep came easily, and while he and Carlos napped, Logan and James moved around the common room and the gift shop until it was time to wake the other two and leave for the park where they'll be playing in a couple hours. Upstairs in Gustavo's room, Kelly is speaking with the male as she said she would.

"Alright! Alright! I'll keep their secret!" Shouts Gustavo. "Just let go of my arm!"

Kelly has him in a nasty lock, with his arm twisted behind his back, and a leg clamped into position by one of her own, so that he's kneeling very painfully. "Do you swear?"

"I swear! I swear!"

"Good." Releasing him, she straightens up, brushing a hand down her clothes to straighten them out.

"Kelly, your black belt prowess is not exagerated." He winds his arm to ease the pain from it. "But if you do that again, you're fired!"

"Okay!" She shouted back. "I just wanna make sure that everything goes alright too. When we get back to L.A. you can tell Kendall and James they can't see each other, but until then.." She mimes a zipper going across her mouth. "Besides, you wouldn't want them moping the rest of the tour, would you?"

Gustavo just flinched at the thought of that. It would be bad. "But they better not do anything to blow it for themselves either."

5 5 5 5

Kendall was ashamed of himself. He thought, between the two of them, that he would have more self control than James but since their little roll around earlier at the hotel Kendall can't keep his eyes off the pretty boy. He stole glances while they warmed up, he stole glances while they changed into their first looks, he stole glances when James and Carlos were launching carrot sticks from the crafts table into the air for the other to catch in his mouth. He's gone on him. Really gone! Its like when you're a kid and you try ice cream for the first time. And sure, like brain freeze from an ice cream his ass still kind of stings a bit when he sits, but the end result is the same... hooked.

Closing his eyes he then snaps them open. Last thing he needs to do is recall the sensations that washed through him when James and he were coupled. Although, he could just pass it off as an adrenaline erection. Not the first time its happened, so its not as if it would be a big thing to have to explain away. ...Nah, still too embarrassing.

'Come on, Kend'... think of something else....' He pleaded with his subconscious.

"James where are you?"

He hears Carlos call to his lover, who replied by singing.

"I'm half way there!"

Smirking, he shakes his head while thinking. 'That's right you big jerk, keep pouring on the cute. As if I ever did that to you...' James could be so cruel. The casual way he tosses his hair. That never endingly handsome smile. Those hazel eyes could get you killed if staring at him while crossing the street. His singing is honey sweet. He's tall. And... 'Will you stop making a list!?' He demands from himself.

"Man, the house is packed." Logan, who came up beside the love-sick male, states. "I've never seen so many people in one place... well, except for maybe a flash mob, but I've never actually been around one in person."

Kendall peeks from the curtain as well. It sure was a lot of people. This was gonna be sweet!

"Excuse us boys." Says a young woman heading onto the stage.

Logan and Kendall scoot aside as three girls take the stage when the curtains begin to part. Unlike in London they have an opening act here, some up and coming French group named DÉSASTREUX, made up of two girls and one guy. Weird name but their singing was alright. They got the crowd jumping, but the real noise started when Big Time Rush took the stage.

Everything was going along wonderfully, as expected from the group... as a whole. Individually, if you looked closely, you could tell that something was going on somewhere between Kendall and James. The two were this way and that way on the stage as if trying to avoid each other, then they seemed to change their minds on the matter. So when they sang a very mellow If I Ruled The World, the two would lift and lower their hands brushing either the backs of their hands together or their fingers tips ever so slightly. Sharing hidden smirks about it. But even that didn't spoil anything. No. It wasn't until they got to Love Me, Love Me that just spoiled Gustavo's ease like a clap of thunder and bolt of lightning just when you spread out your picnic blanket. The reason..... both James and Kendall could hardly keep a straight face. It looked like they were trying to be contortionist with only one part of their body. But the real problem was when they ended the first chorus.

No one knew, but the laughing two about what was so funny. But it was the skipping cd. It came back to them like a train smashing them in the face. No. That isn't right. It's more like being locked in a room, and the room is suddenly smoked up with laughing gas. The moment they sang out 'Ready to go' they went. The pair laughed and laughed, and couldn't find the verse or the steps to return into when they somewhat calmed their self down. Carlos had to shrug off a James that leaned on his shoulder to steady himself, so that his histerical friend wouldn't get elbowed in the dance moves.

Kelly and Gustavo look on from the sidelines in horror and disbelief.

"Uuuh, could they be more obvious?" Gustavo balks.

"I think its... kinda sweet." Kelly replies with a chuckle; though she's trying to get the mental image of the two on the bed out of her head at the moment.

"Yes," Agreed their manager with a huge 'but' looming during his pause. "And unproductive, and unaffective because if this little fling they've got going ruins the band, they'll be even more unproductive because I'LL KILL THEM!"

"It won't be as bad as you think."

"Oh won't it?" He says cockily due to the knowledge he has to back him up. "Kelly, if you'll recall that there is such a thing as" And he paused for dramatic effect before spitting out very haultingly. "The Boy Band Curse."

"Right. The boy band curse." She rolled her eyes as if she couldn't believe she'd forgotten about it.

"I'm not kidding, look at all the groups its happened to. N'sync with that Lance Bass, Backstreet Boys with A.J. and Brian, New Kids on the Block- with making a come back at all, and the list goes on."

"Oh come on, none of those rumors about the Backstreet Boys has been proven." Kelly retorts, then adds. "And what about Boy Time? Their career ended successfully."

"You're missing the point because their career- the one that I gave them- shouldn't have ended at all! They had the nerve to quit me."

"You gave them the ultimatum. Quit the band, or break up." Giving Gustavo a nudge with her elbow to his arm, she adds. "And you still get those nice Christmas Cards from the two every holiday."

Gustavo could bet his right arm that there's a card in his mailbox even as they speak with Christmas approaching and all. "And anyway, those two never knew each other until I formed the band, these idiots came as a package of frieeeends. If they break up it'll be panic all across the board."

"We don't know that."

"We'll soon find out if they don't stop giggling like a couple of virgins on their first date." Moving the curtain aside, he checks the crowd.

Fans female and male alike are snapping pictures and chatting away to each other about how cute it is, while still watching the performance.

"Lucky for us their fans are too stupid to realize what they're looking at."

"Yeah, but if they knew would they care? They'd still scream until the person next to them had to get corrective ear surgery." She looks back out at the stage.

"Weee're sorry." Kendall says into his microphone merrily at the end of the performance.

"Aaand, please never do that again." Logan chimed in to repremand his friend.

"But since we goofed anyway," Kendall goes on. "we thought it'd be kind of fun to sing each others parts in this next one. What d'ya say?"

The crowd went ballistic. They had to be the only ones getting this show. Its too spontanious! The other Big Time Rush fans are gonna be so jealous. The music for Superstar starts up and Carlos takes the lead doing James' verse, and Logan on Kendall's in vice versa. The fans laughed and pointed and really loved the performance and song, no matter how or who sang what. The guys sounded amazing! But thankfully Kendall and James schooled in their secret glee long enough to finish the rest of the show without flaw or mistake.

The signing was a spectical with all the questions over what was so funny, but it was easily explained away as a case of the giggles. It happens. The group DÉSASTREUX came over to congratulate them on a good show.

"You guys wanna come out with us?" Asks one of the female members.

She has dark brown hair in a pile of curls with blond high-lights and a few orange, her skin is a creamy tan color and the more noticable features were driving Carlos mad for Jennifer 3. Her face is nothing like his lovely Jeniffer's though, this girl seems a little older and more hard edged than his stuck up, trio walking, dream girl. He wondered if he were missed at all? Would they think it was weird if he maybe called them?

"Aaw, I don't really want to go out to dinner." Says the male of the group.

He has brown spiked hair, tattoos, orange lips, and is clearly the rocker of the group. He's even wearing leather pants! And obviously doesn't care that he has lipstick on.

"I wanna dance Maely, I'm sure these guys do as well... right?" He asks Big Time Rush who had yet to even agree to spend the evening out with the three.

"I could dance." Kendall shrugs; letting the trios good mood further his own pep.

"Me too." Carlos chimes.

Logan looked run down and exhausted and he really just wanted to eat and sleep. So going out for dinner seemed like the better idea. "I'll go with Maely, was it."

Blushing, the other female of the group; soft and shy, moved her hair behind her ear and agreed that dinner would be her choice as well. Although it seemed she'd only come to the decision once Logan came along. "Dinner seems like a good idea, I know a great place."

Maely then looked to James, locking arms with the male as if she were about to arm wrestle him over the table. "And this one is mine, then?" Although she was hardly asking, it seemed more like snatching.

"Awesome." Carlos gets up from his seat at the table. "We'll wait in the lobby of the hotel we're staying at, and you guys can pick us up after we change."

"Alright, its a date!" Cheered the male.

"See you guys!" Big Time Rush said sending the group off. The French are very nice.

They probably would have just had dinner with Kelly and Gustavo then hung out with each other, but they've got half the day to do that tomorrow, so why not go out tonight with these other guys? It could be fun.

5 5 5 5

"Hey," James taps Logan's foot on the way by from exiting the shower. "what are you looking at?"

"This video file Camille sent me." He turns his laptop a bit so James can see the screen.

Sitting on the bed, he leans a bit to take the screen in. "Ahaha, yeah, look at that. She's on set with..." He paused.

"The Fresh Beat Band. She got the role as a princess... and she's..." He sucks in and sighs. "amazing at it."

Nodding, James looks his friend over then asks. "You ok?"

"Its just that.... I've been doing some thinking about Camille and me." He shrugs. "I guess I kinda miss her."

"You see her all the time at the Palm-..." James states off-handedly; but one long look from Logan and it hit him. "Ohhhh, you miss Camille. So why not just ask her out again?"

"Well, because I'm kind of nervous about what'll happen if we start dating again- I've never had a steady girlfriend up until Camille, everyone else was for as long the dances at school lasted. And seeing that she kissed you... its hard not to be hesitant."

"Yeah but that was one time, and last year at that. ...She loves you, Logan. And she and I have already said that we're sorry- really sorry- that it happened." He starts to dry his hair again to avoid eye contact. "It was a weird out-of-body moment. Don't let that ruin something that could involve the one."

Smirking, Logan thought that over. Looking back at his ex on the screen, giggling away at that Twist character who seemed to be in the middle of thinking of an idea, he can't help but feel a sense of duty to rekindle their flame... or maybe if Camille would just make the first move, he'd follow suit and they'd both just sort of accept each other in those roles again. Yeah. That sounds possible. Smiling, he could hardly wait to get back to the Palm Woods now.

"How do I look?" James asks after fixing the collar on his light blue dress shirt.

"About the same."

"Then I look perfect." He grinned at his reflection.

Smiling, Logan shakes his head in dismay and disbelief. If all the world could be as confidently-self-assured as James he wouldn't have butterflies in his stomach suddenly about returning to their second home. Why'd he have to be born indecisive and easily worked up? Huh? He really should be more confident. He's a great guy, and the girl he's interested in is the coolest girl on the planet. So why be nervous? Yeah. Keep that in mind. He nods to himself.

"Your dates pretty cute, though." James says. "Did you see the way she was looking at you? At first I thought, maybe she's got crooked eyes because I'm sitting right next to Logan, yet he's getting the cutsy-eye, but then she walked up after the signing and said" and he uses his feminine voice. "I'll see you at dinner Logan." Grinning at his teasing the flustered male, he dodges a pillow coming his way. Laughing, he picks it up from the floor and tosses it on his bed.

"Speaking of laughter," Logan says out of nowhere. "What was with you and Kendall at the show? I didn't see anything funny." He slides from the bed.

"Whoops! That sounds like a car, better get to the lobby. We don't wanna be left behind." He exits the room at the speed of sound.

Face scrunched with confusion, Logan says. "I didn't hear anything."

The small group gathered in the lobby exchanging names and greetings, then they broke off into separate groups. Kendall and Carlos go with Benoit out to an underground club someplace in the city, while James and Logan go out with Maely and Coralie to someplace called Guy Savory. They agreed to meeting up at the hotel afterwards to just hang out.

......................

"So, how long have you guys been on tour?" Asks Coralie, mostly to Logan but James could feel free to answer as well.

"I think eight days maybe... two weeks. This is our second tour, but the first one we've left the states for." It felt like forever to Logan really. A really good forever, but forever all the same.

"Oh wonderful! We've been here and there as well, but we started a bit sooner than you guys, so our tour ends tomorrow in the states- It'll be our first time going, but this is our third tour."

"Oh. Where will you be performing?"

"Los Angeles. Have you been there?"

"We live there now... in a way."

"I'm afraid I do not understand."

James basked in Logan's dates accent. He found himself wondering what Kendall would sound like with a french accent. He'd be seated at a table and Kendall would walk up with a rose in his mouth; dressed very french-like, and ask him to dine. Like honey. But.... He heard that guy Benoit speak, and it wasn't like any french accent he'd ever heard. He wondered what part he was from.

"You look awfully thoughtful, James." Says his chatty date, who'd been speaking back and forth with Logan and her friend- or over them rather- when James checked out a few minutes ago. "What's on your mind?"

"Oh. I was just wondering what part of France your friend Benoit is from, his accent is a little different than yours."

"No, he's from the center of the city. French men just naturally sound a bit different than French women, especially when they sing. That's why all the girls swoon, I suppose." She chuckled at that. "But it does good when Benie is into the men as well."

James choked and spluttered on his sip of water. "He's what?"

"Into men and women, he likes all things soft and fleshy." She laughs loudly. "You should see him when he gets going. Its really a spectical."

She went on saying that he'd brought a male fan up on the stage and planted a kiss on his lips and the fans went nuts. But James wasn't listening, he was too busy imagining that French Casanova pinching Kendall's rear end in the darkness of the club. Then kissing him! Then.... well, he knows what happens then. Frenchmen are very amorous! And here he thought he could have a nice dinner, with a cute girl with an accent, but now he has to worry about whether or not some horny french guy is putting his hands on Kendall.

Casually, so not to be suspicious, he slips his hand into his pocket to get his phone out. Speed dialing Kendall, he waits for the male to pick up. Nothing. Nothing. How could he not respond?! What could he possibly be doing to not pick up his phone? Dread washed over James at the thought. But... no. He wouldn't do anything with Carlos there.... would he? A scenario played itself out before James, where Benoit introduces Carlos to a girl, and they hit it off which would leave him all alone with Kendall. Kendall likes him, why wouldn't he easily like some other guy? They'd get to talking, realize its easier to love somebody who's willing to admit that they're into men and then they'd be pawing each other on the booth seat in a dark corner. He can't have that.

"Pick up, pick up." He mutters while speed dialing Kendall again.

It wasn't until the waiter came by with a bottle of wine. "Your apéritif." He pours the yellow colored liquid into their glasses. "This is a Fino, which is a Spanish variety of sherry. Its the driest and lightest we carry. With a spread of crackers and cheese amuse-bouche to titilate your palets." With a refined bow the man left the table.

"Mm." Maely takes a sip. "That's very good. What do you think, James?"

"Thanks, I was just about to suggest that." Replies the male, not paying the least bit of attention to the girl. He does though grab his glass and chugged whatever was poured into it.

The three at the table watch with parted mouths of disbelief as the taste sank in causing the male to scrunch his nose and try blowing the fizzy burn from it.

"Ahaha, uuum, you're supposed to sip it James." Maely comments. She pats his back. "Guy likes his wine."

Logan shot an annoyed glance at James, because he's bent himself over to somewhat hide under the table. What the heck is he doing? Just when he's about to check, he turns his attention to Coralie who just tapped his hand.

"If you're not a drinker, you can just sip it to taste. They don't mind, and they take it away when the next meal comes."

"Mm." Intoned the spoken to. Lifting his glass, he takes a small sip. It burned, but it wasn't completely horrible. He's not sure how much of a drinker he is, especially at seventeen years old, but he'll sip lightly and eat a lot to keep the alcohol from affecting him. "Its good... makes my tastebuds pucker."

Maely thought that was a histerical observation. "Logan, are you guys having a good time in France? What have you done so far?"

"Nothing much yet. We only got here yesterday, and we did the tour today and a photo shoot. We have free time until our flight tomorrow, so we're gonna do some sightseeing. Will you be around to show us some places?"

"Sorry, we can't. We'll be on the move by tomorrow." Coralie replied.

"Oh, that's good and too bad. Sightseeing is always better with natives." He comments, then adds. "Pretty natives."

Coralie blushed, and turned her attention then to James. "Aren't you hungry, James?" She asks.

"Hmm?" Straightening up, he cocks a brow. "Honey? Sure. Who doesn't like it?" Leaning back over, he then straightens. "Ohh, Crackers." Snatching one, he stuffs it into his mouth.

That did it. Grabbing James by the shirt collar, Logan adjust his friend so that he's sitting up straight. "What are you doing?" He ground out through a smile.

"I... I'm trying to call Laurie, from England." He lied.

Face scrunched in confusion, Logan shakes his head. "Why?"

"Being on this date with someone else made me think of how horrible it would make her feel," He pouts on her behalf. "so I thought I'd see how she's doing."

Logan only blinked. But when James lowered his phone down by his seat, Logan smacked it from his hand. "Stop it. Stop it now." He hissed. "We are on a date with these nice girls, and you're thinking about someone who probably hasn't thought about you since we left."

Eyes hard and glaring, James speaks as if Logan were talking about the person he is actually thinking about. "Don't even joke like that."

The table was cleared for them and their meal was brought out along with another bottle of wine for them to have with their hors d'oeuvres. A spread of antipastos is set down before them. The plate is filled with smoked salmon, smoked chicken, roast beef, pate, cabana sausage, the goats milk cheese was very fragrant, and so was the red washed rind cheese. Logan was the first to dip into the tomato chutney adding to it a piece of smoked chicken. James tried as Logan said to return to normal conversation and manners, but the fact that Kendall was ignoring his phonecalls was itching at him.

Lowering his phone to sit beside his hip, he carefully, discretely. With his left hand he picks clots of cheese from the platter, stuffing them into his mouth and chewing them slowly to make it seem like he's really focused on eating. Grabbing his glass from the table, he takes a big swig, then sets it down. Lifting it again, he side-longs his phone, while taking down the rest of it.

'He turned his phone off! What the heck is he doing?!'

...............

"I don't know what they're saying!" Shouts a jumping Carlos, over the loud pulsing music of the club.

"Nooo!" Agreed Kendall, shouting back.

"But I love it!" Throwing his fist into the air, he jumps harder.

"Woo!!" He jumps harder as well.

Benoit clapped them on the back cheering just as loudly when a band that plays techno music, Daft Punk, came on.

...............

More frightening thoughts ran through James' mind. He can still text him. Yeah. Just have to do it without Logan seeing him. Removing a sausage from the platter, he stuffs it into his mouth, and leans an elbow on the table, real casual so no one notices he's using his phone. But when Kendall even ignores his text, James pops up from his seat. "I have to use the bathroom!" He announced like it were grand news for the front page, or the main topic of all the new channels: James Diamond uses the restroom! Yay! But he didn't care about the odd looks he got, just called over his shoulder.

"Order for me!" Then he dashed off.

Once in the bathroom, he ducked a peek beneath each stall door that was closed but saw that no one was inside. Good. He doesn't wanna be heard while crying over the phone for his boyfriend to pick up.

"Kendall... c'mon Kendall." He starts to text again but the letters are a complete blur. Shaking away the cobwebs, he tries again. But again, its hard to say whether or not he'd actually written anything. What's going on? Its like being a in dream. Words are there, but you can't read any of them.

"Keep trying James, you'll get him."

He looks up at his reflection. "I'm not so sure about that." He replies with a deep frown. "He's probably already moved on."

"In one night? Snap out of it!" His reflection barked. "We're way better looking than that guy, and no bisexual frenchmen is gonna take our man away."

"I think its bilingual."

His reflection blinked at him with a scrunched up face, wondering what the heck he was talking about. But nevermind, it was time for drastic measures. "You say Kendall isn't picking up his phone, ri- James look at me!" Snapped the mirror-James when his real-time self starts tapping at the sink faucet muttering something about how he got in the faucet too. "Pay attention now, look at me!"

"I'm listening." He gives the mirror a hard stare.

"If Kendall won't pick up the phone, then you take a cab and go to him."

"I can't just leave the restaufant.." He corrected himself. "restaurant. Logan will see him- me."

Cocking his head at the slurred speech, mirror-James clapped his hands together to alert his livingself. "Go out the window! I'll meet you in the cab."

James' head bobbed in a nod and he went for the window.

When Logan excused himself from the table and found his way to the bathroom; he was shocked, to say the least, to find James hanging halfway from the large window. "Are you trying to dine-n-dash, or something?" He grabs James by the waist pulling him back into the window. "Get in here."

"I was going out to find my love." James slurred tiredly.

"Your looove is in England, remember?"

Smiling, he shakes his head. "Nooo, not Laurie." He snickered.

Logan, believing that James were saying it as "Nooo! Not Laurie!" nods his head, and wraps an arm around his friend to steer him from the bathroom. "Yes. I'm sorry. But, you can call your love once we're done with dinner. You need to get some food in you. I think you're drunk."

"I'm dunked in what?" James asked in a whisper.

"Nothing, James. Let's eat our dinner and go home."

"Mm hmm." Plunking down in his seat; though with Logan's help it wasn't as hard and hazzardous as it might have been, if James had done it alone.

"Are you feeling alright, James?" Maely was beginning to think that would be the only conversation she'd have with the pretty boy. Although, Logan is good company, she'd really rather give her friend, who's more on the quiet side, some talk time.

"Who me? I'm fline... just fline." He leans on the table with his left elbow. "Where's dinner."

"Sitting right in front of you. Hope you like steak."

"Yeah. Steak is good." Logan cuts into his.

"I love France." James says to himself. "They give you little cookies beside your dinner."

Coralie points at the baked puff placed on the plate, and says. "Those are pommes de terre duchesse... what you call, um, potatoes. They look like little cookies because they're piped from a bag after seasoning then baked."

"Cool." He stuffed a puff into his mouth. Where he believed his mouth to be anyway, since most of it hit his cheek before he got it in the hole.

"Did you ever get in contact with whoever you were trying to call?" Coralie asked. She offered a bite of her Coq au vin to Logan, who took a portion of the stew with his fork. "James?" She offered.

He takes a scoop with his spoon, then answers her original question. "No." James grumped and stuffed another piece of his own food in his mouth, before reaching for his glass to take a drink.

"That's enough drinking, James. Eat." Logan swipes the male's glass when it came up to his mouth for the second time. "Have some water." He shoves the glass filled with water and a lemon at his tipsy friend.

Dinner should have gone smoothly once James got food into his system.... but the pretty boy blinked heavily for the last time and dropped to the table. Dead asleep.

The three look at James in amused horror.

But Logan was mostly mortified. "Check please!"

5 5 5 5

"Bye Benoit!" Kendall and Carlos wave to their retreating friends.

Another taxi rode up behind the cab Benoit is standing before and their friends climb out; Logan does not look happy.

"Worst dinner date ever!" He barked as he passed by his other two friends.

"What happened?" Asks Carlos and Kendall visually following Logan's retreat to the elevator.

"James got drunk."

"He got drunk?" The two repeat.

"I'm going to bed." Whined the let down male.

Rolling his eyes in disbelief, Carlos says wearily. "I'll check on Logan."

"I'll get James." Says Kendall. He looks at the slumped in a chair form of his sleeping lover. Its gonna be a long night.

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Author's Note: Give a cheer as this chapter is the last you will ever see of a OFC *claps*. This one was a little hard to do because I wasn't sure how drunk to makes James, so I took the light approach but it will get a bit more pronounced in the next chapter. I hope you enjoyed reading, and thank you for a review if you choose to leave one I really appreciate it.