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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
Disclaimer: I do not own Big Time Rush, the characters, names or any of the concepts. I profit in NO WAY monetarily, or in any other shape or form from this story. It is a simple work of fiction.

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Kelly dropped her keys on the kitchen counter and began to prepare for a shower. She purposely ignored the beeping of her cell indicating a voicemail. She knew who it was and she could not be bothered with him and his never ending apologies right now.
Instead she reflected on her own mistake.
I can't believe I slept with James.
He was a client. A quarter of a huge client for the company. And he was young. She herself was only twenty-three but that was a huge age gap when compared to an eighteen year old. He was eighteen right?
Shit.
Sometimes he acted so juvenile she wasn't sure. Still, juvenile behavior aside, he certainly had the body of a full grown man. Just remembering those rips, those washboard abs…
She shook her head in an attempt to clear it. No, she couldn't continue down this line of thinking. She'd made the mistake once, in a state of vulnerability. That didn't mean she should continue the mistake.
But he'd felt so good, so perfect between her legs giving the comfort that only a man could give. And oh could he give it!
I'm not going to beat myself up about this. Not tonight.
She already had enough on her plate. So she would focus on the positive, on the satisfaction that the experience brought to her long neglected body.
Kelly took her time in the shower, allowing her mind to drift. The heat of the water, the rise of the steam, the tender sting of places suckled during her time in Gustavo's office was enough to make her at least for the moment forget her troubles. She had a normal family with a normal father not a habitual gambler who'd just literally gambled away her entire future.
Well really just the family home she'd been raised in but the amount of money she would have to borrow to save the place would keep her in debt until her eighties. Especially compounded with her student loans. She'd be paying for his mistake long after he was gone to the beyond.
James is an amazing kisser.
She thought of that instead, of the heat of his mouth at her throat as she'd gotten rid of his jeans. She hoped he hadn't left too much evidence. The last thing she needed was to walk into Rocque Records with a huge hickie on her neck. She'd be gossip fodder for weeks.
James.
Just remembering him was making her…feel things again. Her eyes shut under the spray, she let her hand trail downward. By the time she left the shower James had satisfied her yet again that night. Kelly fell into bed weary but pleased. A pair of hazel eyes greeting her in slumber.

James was the last one to wake. It was nothing new, sometimes he needed his beauty sleep. He'd forgone his shower the night before, reveling in the scent of Kelly all over him. He'd had the most perverse dreams. But now it was morning and time to start his day.
After a shower and his usual hair routine he made his way to the kitchen to find a breakfast plate wrapped up for him. Logan was sitting at the table working on some homework assignment (on a Saturday morning ugh!) while Kendall and Carlos played a video game.
“It awakens from its slumber!” Carlos joked from the couch.
Logan glanced up from his books and offered a smile.
“Morning. Mama Knight left you a plate of pancakes. She had to run to the store. Katie went with her.”
James nodded before placing his food in the microwave.
“How was your visit last night?” Kendall called from the couch.
The sing-song lilt to his voice gave James a start. Why was he teasing? Did he know?
“What?” he almost choked, red-faced.
Logan gave him a sympathetic look. Kendall began to chuckle.
“So he really laid into you huh?” the blond turned to face him with amusement.
Carlos groaned at the game being paused.
“Who laid into James?” he turned around as well.
James had no clue. The only “laying into” he'd experienced last night was him laying into Kelly. The memory burned his face the more.
“Gustaaaavo,” Kendall taunted.
Carlos was confused. That made the two of them.
“Kendall was being a jerk yesterday and sent James back to the studio to get yelled at by Gustavo,” Logan answered sending Kendall a displeased look.
Wait, what? Before he could ask, Kendall snickered out loud.
“Yea, about that stuff I said…Gustavo never said any of it. You were never going to be replaced by Wayne Wayne.”
Carlos gasped.
“Oh Kendall that's dirty!”
“That stuff you said about Gustavo not liking my vocals wasn't true?” James realized.
Of course it couldn't have been. He was James Diamond!
“Nope,” Kendall sat back, looking rather pleased with himself.
So he'd walked all that way in the L.A heat, panicked out of his mind over a stupid joke? James opened his mouth to snap at him when again he remembered Kelly.
If Kendall hadn't sent me back we would never have done what we did.
His lips curved up into a smile as the timer beeped on the microwave.
“Huh. I knew it. Who doesn't like my vocals.”
He went on to eat his breakfast, Logan smirking across the table. Kendall seemed annoyed that he wasn't angry. Carlos was just annoyed. He gave Kendall a shove and gestured back toward the game. Kendall unpaused it and the two went on playing.
“I told him not to do it,” Logan apologized on their friend's behalf.
“I wouldn't wish Gustavo yelling on anyone.”
It was no secret that of the four Logan feared the big man the most. After his first encounter with the producer during his audition he'd always been a little nervous around him.
“He didn't yell at me,” James admitted as he dug into his food.
“He wasn't even there.”
Logan’s face was washed with relief.
“Wow, really? That's great.”
Oh you have no idea.
The guys were due for another dance rehearsal today and some interview training to polish them up a bit. Though James knew that he was flawless, Gustavo insisted that all four boys participate. Whatever it took to take Big Time Rush to the top.
On their way to rehearsal Kendall texted Jo and they got into an argument. Then Jo must have texted Camille because she began texting Logan about Kendall. Which pissed Kendall off and the cycle continued. Poor Carlos just watched their friends’ flustered expressions.
“All right dogs, you have one day to get this routine right,” Gustavo was just a peach when they met him in the rehearsal studio.
James glanced around for Kelly but saw that she wasn’t there. Disappointment welled in him.
“This is your new choreographer, Jean-Pierre.”
A petite man with lots of fluffy black hair. He eyed the band with distaste.
“You better not run him off like the last few or I will end you all!”
Logan cowered a little behind Kendall who was still pretty peeved about his fight with Jo. Carlos audibly gulped. James thought of Kelly. Where was she?
“Okay, I need you all to take your places,” John-Pierre wasn’t as French as his name suggested.
As he directed the guys to where he wanted them, Gustavo gave one last warning glare before leaving. James sighed. There went Kelly's reason for visiting. Hopefully he'd catch her before their media training started. He shook off the hint of anxiety brewing in his chest and focused on his dancing.
Just like with the previous choreographers, the boys managed to frustrate poor John-Pierre. Though James pulled off every move graciously (as always) Logan was especially clumsy and Carlos was hopeless. Kendall's lack of rhythm combined with his already sour mood was turning every criticism into a war of words.
“Where is your grace? JP (as Carlos coined him immediately) was raving at them all.
“You dance like you have two left feet,” he shot at Logan.
“You dance like a toddler on the jungle gym,” to Carlos.
He skipped over James and went straight to Kendall.
“And you dance like a big dumb jock. This is a hip hop dance not hockey!”
Kendall wasn't having it.
“Hockey takes a lot more brain power than this mindless prancing around you call dancing, John-Claude.”
“It's John-Pierre!”
“JP is much cooler,” Carlos chimed in with a smile.
JP glared at him, causing him to shrink behind Kendall.
“Look John-Paul—”
“John-Pierre!”
“We're not a hip hop band. But we are hockey players so if you got a problem with jocks then I don't see how this is going to work. Our name is Big Time Rush for Pete's sake. It's a hockey term!”
James had to give him credit, the rude little man wasn't intimidated at all by Kendall's height advantage. Then again the guy had to be in his thirties. Kendall was only eighteen.
“I have never in my life worked with such talentless, immature, big-mouthed amateurs!” their instructor poked his chin upward in a “dignified” gesture.
Now that offended James. His friends weren't talentless, just a little rough around the edges. Everyone had an off day. Well, everyone but him.
“Well obviously you never worked with yourself then,” Kendall shot right back.
That was it. His delicate face fuming with red, JP was done.
“Well I never!” he huffed before storming off from the room.
This time it was James who called after him.
“Well maybe you should then you wouldn't be such a snooty prick!”
The man glared back before disappearing down the hall. When he was gone there was nothing to do but look at each other.
“Gustavo's going to kill us,” Logan worried.
Kendall shook his head.
“That guy was a douche.”
“Yea but Gustavo's hired douche. What are we going to do?”
Carlos jogged over to the open door and peered out.
“Maybe he'll come back,” he suggested hopefully.
Fat chance.
“He's not coming back,” Logan sighed, sliding to the floor.
He wiped the sweat from his face with the front of his t-shirt.
“We're dead.”
Carlos frowned from the doorway.
“We are not dead,” Kendall remarked.
“We can still come up with a routine of our own. It can't be that hard.”
Remembering the way his friends had stumbled through their failed rehearsal, James wasn't so sure.
“You want us to create a dance routine? Have you met us?” Logan asked incredulously.
James agreed.
“Dude, we are so not choreographers.”
It was Carlos who seemed to have faith in Kendall's plan. He bopped back over and rested a hand on the blond's shoulder.
“Kendall's right. We can do it. We make hockey plays all the time.”
James raised an eyebrow.
“No we don't. Kendall does.”
There was a difference between playing and creating plays. It was part of why Kendall had been Team Captain back in Minnesota. He was as good at hockey as James was at singing. And dancing. And looking good.
“Well it's a good thing Kendall's standing right here isn't it?” Kendall remarked.
He looked them all over.
“Listen, I don't know much about dancing but James, you're good at it. And we're all athletic. I think between the four of us we can make up something to get Gustavo off our backs.”
Despite his reservations, James had to agree on one thing, he was good at dancing. Maybe Kendall had a point.
“Okay, I'm in.”
All eyes went to Logan then. He was still sitting against the wall, unsure. But as always he was swayed to the side of his friends.
“Fine, we'll try it.”
James helped him up with a smile and their mission began…
And ended terribly.
An hour later the boys had only succeeded in creating a mess of cartwheels and poses with a spin or two. James was trying to attempt a handstand when she finally entered the room.
“Umm, where's John-Pierre?”
At the sound of her voice James lost his balance and fell flat on his back. Before he had time to blink, her face was right there leaning over him.
“Oh my god are you okay?”
An angel, that's what she looked like in that moment. Warm brown eyes examining him with genuine concern, soft lips speaking to him—the same lips that had moaned his name not even twenty-four hours ago. He found himself staring, enamored by the beauty he'd already claimed.
“I…”
Then his revelry was ruined when Carlos's face pushed into his line of vision.
“Think he’s got a concussion?”
Logan's was next, “his pupils do seem a little dilated.”
Kendall was the last.
“Looks fine to me.”
He offered his hand and helped James to his feet. Once standing, James's eyes went back to Kelly.
She touched his chin, unknowingly sending a trail of heat through him as she moved his head to each side for inspection. Once satisfied that he was healthy, she breathed a sigh of relief.
“You're all right,” she concluded.
He nodded.
“Yea.”
Now that you're here.
His eyes lingered a little too long and she cleared her throat.
“So anybody want to tell me where John-Pierre is?”
She glanced at Kendall, the band's spokesperson.
“We didn't need him,” he remarked proudly, “so we came up with our own routine.”
Kelly folded her arms under her chest skeptically.
“Oh yea? Let's see it.”
She took a few steps back to give them room. Kendall gestured and Logan hit the music. “Time of Our Lives” began to play and the boys got to dancing. Not even thirty seconds into the routine she had to stop them.
“You ran him off didn't you?” she wasn't asking because the answer was obvious.
Carlos spoke up.
“It wasn't our fault. He was really mean. He called us dumb jocks.”
She was shaking her head.
“And let me guess, Kendall had something to say about that.”
His friend shrugged apologetically.
“He was a douche.”
Were he in a better state of mind James would have added that the man had been snooty as well. But he was focused on the way Kelly’s skin seemed to glow under the overhead light.
“Please don't tell Gustavo,” Logan begged.
Kelly's eyes softened sympathetically at his plea. She had a heart of gold, another trait James found himself admiring in her.
“Let me see what I can do,” she sighed.
“You all stay put. I’ll be right back.”
James stared after her, not wanting her to leave but damn was she a sight as she walked away. The natural sway of her hips was all woman. He bit his lip, forgetting the others as he watched. Arousal welled in him.
“I'll be right back.”
Without hearing his friends' replies, he dashed after her.
Kelly had just turned the corner when he caught up to her. His hand reached out, grasping her shoulder. A startled Kelly turned in time for him to smash his mouth into hers. He took the kiss, claiming those perfectly glossed lips as his, that warm soft tongue. His hands landed around her waist, clutching her ample ass as he pulled her into him.
Briefly she gasped, obviously not expecting him but then she fell into it, into him just as she had last night. Their bodies pressed together—they fit together as if the Creator had designed them just for each other.
It was no surprise when James felt himself at full attention. Groaning, he pressed it against her. She responded with a light moan before catching herself and pulling back.
“James,” she was flushed, slightly out of breath.
He blinked at her, wanting her with every intake of air.
“Not here. Not now.”
She pressed her hand against his chest to scoot him a step back but it only served to heat him further.
“When?” he barely recognized his own voice, gruff with desire.
He'd never wanted anyone more than he wanted Kelly right now.
“I…”
She glanced around, taking another step back from him.
“James, we can't—”
Her eyes landed at the front of his pants and he caught them widen briefly. He knew what she saw, the sweats he wore for dance rehearsals left little to the imagination in his state.
“Shit,” she seemed to decide on something.
“The broom closet, now. I’ll be there in five minutes.”
He couldn't wait.
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