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Diamonds are Forever Ms. Wainwright	By : Kayerfire Category: 1 through F > Big Time Rush Views: 1863 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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James made it back to the studio just after dark. He hadn't had any cabfare and with no car or license had been forced to walk. Normally he'd hate the manual labor but he was so worked up over what Kendall had told him that he didn't care.
The front doors hadn't been locked yet, probably waiting for Wayne's arrival.
Unless he's already here.
The thought sprung him deeper into action and he hurried up to Gustavo's floor. He'd already decided how he would handle this. He'd challenge the little turd to a sing-off and let Gustavo see how much better he really was. Then he'd have to let him stay in the group. James belonged in the band.
He was surprised to find the hall dark and silent. No Wayne Wayne, security or anyone in sight really. He glanced down at his phone. No wonder, it was after hours. The studio was normally closed after eight. It was a quarter after nine.
Which meant it was probably some kind of secret recording. Well he would bust their secret. No one secretly recorded over James Diamond!
He wandered through the halls, peeking into offices and recording booths looking for the fiends. All he found was darkness and silence. He wouldn't be outdone that easily. Looked like there was only one place left to go. He clenched his jaw and headed straight for Gustavo's office. Just as he'd suspected, there was a light on beneath the door. He started to burst through when he heard a female voice.
“…okay, I understand... yes thank you for your consideration.”
Kelly.
He heard her hang up the phone and barged into the office in time to catch her suddenly burst into tears. James froze, unsure of what to do. Kelly was reaching for a box of Kleenex on Gustavo's desk when she saw him.
“James?”
She quickly tried to wipe the wetness from her face, still sniffling.
“W-what are you doing here?”
He watched her straighten up, attempting to hide whatever problem had literally had her in tears.
“I…uh…” he didn't know what to say.
He wasn't used to seeing Kelly anything but put together, in control. Sure she might yell at them when they tried to play air hockey with the mic stands or frisbee with Gustavo's gold records but she'd never actually cried before. He didn't think she could cry.
“Are you okay?”
She was dabbing her eyes so as not to further ruin her makeup.
“Me, yea. Hey how about I get you a cab back to the Palmwoods. Mrs. Knight is probably worried sick.”
She picked up the phone and began dialing. James decided he wasn't ready to go.
“Wait.”
He stepped all the way into the office and without thinking about it, pressed his finger on the dial to hang up. Kelly shot him a startled glance as he took the receiver from her hand and placed it down.
“You didn't tell me what's wrong.”
She was still staring.
“James, you need to go home.”
“I will but I want to know if you're okay first,” he insisted.
He wasn't sure why but seeing her so upset effected him. Kelly wasn’t supposed to be upset. She sighed, probably realizing that he wasn't going anywhere.
“Look, I appreciate that you care but I really don't have the energy to deal with this right now. Can you just…”
Her lip quivered and she pressed both together. She was going to cry again. But she was fighting hard not to do so in front of him. She turned away, but there was no hiding the stream that ran down her cheek. Unable to just watch her come undone, he moved around Gustavo's desk to kneel and wrap his arms around her. Too tired to keep resisting, Kelly fell into his shoulder and let go.
He didn't exactly keep track of time but she'd cried for a while. When she came up from his now damp shirt, Kelly tried to compose herself.
“Sorry, I didn't mean for you to see me like this.”
She started to wipe her face with her hands when he remembered the Kleenex and grabbed a few.
“Here.”
He didn't hand them to her, it didn’t feel right. Instead he wiped her face, taking care to be gentle. Up close he noted how soft her skin was, warm mahogany with hints of sepia. Her eyes were a doe brown.
They'd never been this close before.
When she didn't object he took a couple more tissues and continued to clean her cheeks. Kelly glanced at his hand as it came back to her face, almost as if it were a foreign object. She finally cleared her throat.
“Thanks, I think I can take it from here.”
She reached up to take the tissue and their hands touched. She blinked. When their eyes met James felt himself seized with the urge to kiss her. Never the one to deny his instincts, he acted on it.
Her lips were soft, supple, fuller than what he was used to. He enjoyed the new feel. After a moment he gently nudged those lips open and found her tongue. There was no missing the quick breath she released as he entered her mouth. Tender was the kiss, their tongues melding slowly as if learning each other.
She was the one that deepened the contact. Pulling him in, she threw her arms around him. James had always been a good kisser and he prided himself on reading female body language. He read her now and his hand moved behind her head as he pressed himself closer.
He'd been kneeling when he'd first hugged her, now they were both rising up. The next thing he knew she was flat on Gustavo's desk, yanking him down on top of her. He nestled between her legs, his body burning all over. Her skirt was bunching up as she wrapped her legs around his waist.
His cock swelled to life.
James let out a low groan as she grinded up into it. This was getting heated, beyond heated. He grinded right back into her, feeling himself growing even harder.
“J-James,” she breathed.
Again, he'd made out with enough girls to know when they wanted to just kiss versus when they wanted more. A few times he'd given them that, he was no virgin. But never had any of his high school conquests breathed his name the way she did.
It was something in her voice, in that airy whisper. It oozed of need. Need for him. He'd never been needed before.
It enticed him the more
His hands found their way under her blouse, clutching at soft skin. She reached under his shirt to pull it over his head. Between kisses they tore at each other's garments until both were completely topless. His eyes landed on her breasts and James lost his breath. She was fucking gorgeous.
Somewhat impatient with desire, Kelly took over and undid his jeans. James gasped out loud when she gripped his hardness. Then he fell onto her and began to devour her mouth, her throat, her smooth cocoa collarbone and lower. Kelly scooted his pants down until they reached his thighs but her angle couldn't allow further movement. She whined against him and he quickly shoved them further dragging his boxers with them.
Her skirt was at her waist. Only her satin panties in his way. Ripe with arousal he slid them to the side and dived into her.
They both cried out at the glorious intrusion. Kelly moaned loudly, her voice both feminine yet rough with pleasure. James buried his face in her neck as he began to thrust inside her.
God yea!
He tasted her skin, a light sweetness mixed in with the natural salt. Whatever product she used to moisturize, it was delicious. As was she. Kelly was breathing hard under him, her hands gripping his toned ass to shove him deeper inside.
She's so fucking tight.
And so fucking into it. He'd had an enthusiastic partner or two but Kelly took the cake. She wasn't shy about her pleasure, about how his kisses felt against her. Her moans switched between light mewling to intense cries.
Then her muscles clenched around him and his head swam. None of the girls in Minnesota had ever done that.
“Oh…fuck!”
His movements quickened, and she voiced her approval with another gasp. This was no longer the tender kiss that they'd previously shared. They were moving harsher, rougher, faster.
The loud clapping of skin filled the room as their bodies continued to copulate. Sweaty, faster and faster until he couldn't control himself. James’s hips snapped forward as he erupted, coming so hard he screamed.
When he had emptied inside her his face flushed red. She hadn't come yet. He started to apologize when she took his hand and pressed it down between them onto a very slippery and swollen clit. He was still inside her when he began to play with it.
“Hmmm!”
She guided his pace, her hand over his. He could feel her again clenching around him as his fingers pleasured her. Her body was soaking him with her wetness. As she started to tense in proximity to orgasm, James felt his cock reviving. Kelly could feel it too as she gasped out loud.

“Fuck me James.Now!”
Still toying with her pink bud, he began thrusting again. After a few strokes Kelly wailed and she was coming all over him. The sight of her, the feel of her, the force of her convulsions recharged him and he was suddenly pounding into her like crazy.
Curses left his lips as he lost himself completely inside her. Kelly reached up to cup his face, kissing his open mouth as he drilled into her. The world literally ceased to exist then. There was nothing but Kelly, her big brown eyes, her soft and full lips, her silky tight walls squeezing his young cock into a blissful oblivion. The second time he came his cry bellowed into her mouth. His body collapsed on top of hers, wet and panting.
Her hands rested on his sweat soaked back, her legs still tied around him like a pretzel. When her fingers began caressing his dampened hair he released a contented sigh.
This had by far been the biggest rush he'd ever experienced.
They lied there long enough to catch their breath, to steady their heartbeats. Her fingers still dallied lazily in his hair.
“I should get you home.”
He didn't want to go.
“Thank you.”
He lifted his head enough to look at her questioningly.
“Me?” he asked, “for what?”
He should be thanking her for making him feel so damn good.
“I got some bad news today,” Kelly's eyes were soft, vulnerable.
“I thought I had it handled but just before you came in my plans fell through.”
Her fingers felt like heaven against his scalp.
“That's why you were crying?”
She nodded.
“Which you weren't supposed to see by the way. What were you doing here so late anyway?”
He shrugged, Kendall's words lost in the tranquility of his post orgasm.
“It wasn't important.”
She gave him a curious look but didn't pry further.
“You want to tell me what it was?” he wondered, “the bad news?”
She shook her head.
“I'd rather not talk about it.”
He could understand that.
“Okay, but if you ever do need to talk about it, or even just to cry I'm here.”
He meant it. He never wanted her to be sad like he'd seen her again. Kelly smiled up at him and he felt his entire body melting.
“You know what James, you're really a sweet guy.”
Sweet wasn't something he was used to hearing. Hot, sexy, pretty or Kendall's favorite, obnoxious but never sweet. That was always Logan. Coming from Kelly though sweet felt like the greatest compliment.
“I have to get you home,” she repeated.
“It's getting pretty late.”
She removed her hands from his hair and pat his back gently as a gesture to get up. Still wishing to stay connected, he hesitated.
“James.”
He wanted to stay with her, stay inside her.
“We got to go.”
Reluctantly he climbed off her, missing her heat immediately when he pulled out. Kelly adjusted her skirt and panties before sitting up on the desk. James couldn't help but to stare as she found her bra and began redressing. She noticed him watching and paused.
“You might want to get dressed,” she smirked.
He nodded and went about retrieving his clothing from the floor. As he did so he spotted her eyes watching him this time.
“Thought you wanted me to get dressed,” he teased.
Kelly's shirt was at the foot of the chair. He picked it up and handed it to her. She took it without looking, still admiring the definition of his chest, his abs.
“How does someone your age have a body like that?” she remarked admirably.
"I went to school with bean poles and bird chests."
He was never one to blush about his body.
“Genetics?” he joked.
Well it was sort of true. His family business was cosmetics a.k.a. making people look good so naturally his parents had been attractive. They'd taught their son to take pride in his appearance and he'd taken heed at a very young age.
Kelly only smiled and finished dressing. When they were both completely clothed she straightened Gustavo's desk and gestured toward the door. They left the office with her locking up behind them.
The ride back to the Palmwoods was a content silence. James kept glancing over at her remembering how she'd wriggled under him not even thirty minutes ago. Now she was no longer the vulnerable girl beneath him though, her confident demeanor back. For a second he almost believed that he'd imagined the whole thing until she slid a hand over his knee and squeezed affectionately. His whole body relaxed. When she pulled up at the building Kelly surprised him by turning to him.
“James, what happened tonight, it was really amazing and I won't forget it but no one can know, okay. It's really important that you don't say a word, not even to Kendall or Logan and especially not Carlos.”
The mouth of Minnesota. Carlos couldn't keep a secret to save his helmet. And he loved that damn helmet.
“I get it,” he knew she was older, and her job didn't make it any better.
She could get into trouble. Or get fired.
“I won't say anything.”
The relief on her face made him warm all over.
“Thank you James. I really appreciate it. You're a good guy.”
She leaned in, presumably to give him a peck on the cheek. When her lips reached him however, they landed on his with a soft brush. His skin burned and he opened his mouth to take hers.
The kiss ended with her eyes wide and…wanting. James stared back at her, wanting as well. She quickly composed herself, clearing her throat.
“Good night, James.”
It certainly was thanks to her.
“Good night, Kelly. See you tomorrow.”
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