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Big Time Temptations	By : Resting-Madness Category: 1 through F > Big Time Rush Views: 333 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the show Big Time Rush, nor do I own any of their music featured in this work of fiction, which I make no profit from. I also don't own nor have wrote the song in the start. It's from an indie singer named Lights.

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James had gone into the bathroom, stripping down to the bare nothing he then climbs beyond the plastic curtain, and very mechanically soaps his hotel issued wash rag. Then, with stiff limbs, begins washing himself: Over his chest, arms, and torso. And all the while his face remained frozen in disbelieving horror over his recent disturbing discovery.
It wasn't until Kendall called through the door "See ya, James" on his way out, did the distraut male snap out of his stupor. Blinking in confusion, James' hazel gaze looks about the bathroom wondering how long he'd been out and he finds that his body is still dry, and he'd been wiping a dry rag around himself. The reason for that is he'd never turned the shower water on. Leaning forward he twists the knobs, hot first to keep from chilling himself then the cold.
The warm to hot spray ran comfortingly over the top and back of his head; just when his troubles began to wash away down the drain does the shower curtain choose to be swayed by the wind tunnel created between the warm shower air inside, and the cool air out in the bathroom. The plastic, flower colored flap blew into the tub with James and brushed lovingly along his wet backside. The touch was so surprising that James believed what his mind was seeing only a moment ago, and he released a blood curdling scream.
"Hhaaaa!"
Kendall staggered in step, on his way to Carlos and Logan's room, and looked around perplexedly while wondering if the hotel were haunted or if James had simply gotten product in his eye? Either way, he shrugged and went on about his business. He should have known that something was up when the door pulled open for him, yet neither Logan nor Carlos were anywhere in sight. Well, not completely out of sight since one of them had to be behind the door to have opened it. Grabbing the knob, he pulls it slowly in towards himself while leaning over to peek at and nab the hiding sneaker.
"Aha!" Kendalls hand moves around the door like an aligator snapping, but the 'gator' latches on to nothing but air. "Huh..." He says thoughtfully.
Something puffy whacked Kendall's backside causing him to jump out of his skin like he'd been hit by an electric jolt. Spinning around he spots Carlos and Logan ducking back into the safety of the bedroom. Looking down at the object that hit him, he stoops down and picks up the pillow. A fiendish smirk on his face, he cries out. "Pillow fiiiight!"
Leaping for cover, he's behind the arm chair but quickly sneaks from cover towards the bedroom where the two attackers are hiding. On a crabs crouch, Kendall approaches the bedroom door. Cracking it wide enough to allow his arm and the pillow past the barrier, he swings the pillow first left, whacking Carlos on the side, then right whacking Logan in the face. When the two grunt in mock pain, Kendall bust through the door, and it becomes an all out brawl of 'every man for himself' pillow smack down.
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James' shower was going horribly. Every time some thing brushed his backside: the wall if he took a step back, suds from his special shampoo sliding down his back and running south, or that pesky dancing curtain blowing in the breeze, it would send the distressed male into a panicked frenzy of flying fist, whose opponent always seemed to be dead airspace rather than the amorous Kendall running through his mind. Sneaking through rather, with his dirty thoughts, and lying mouth. James liked it better when all Kendall wanted to do was kiss him, fool around a bit, sneak off and have little movie watching, park laying, dates with him. But no... He had to break the unspoken rules and want to... he wants to...
James felt a freezing prickle up his spine, for the sixth time, over revolation of Kendall's devious desires. By the time he pulled himself out of the shower, and away from the imaginary handsy Kendall fest, it was time to go through his nightly work out routine. James knelt to get into position for push-ups; the moment he was on hands and knees getting out about 3, his mind began playing tricks on him again. For some reason he's dressed from head to toe in a brown horse. The only part of him showing is his face through the head that has a flowing long black mane. And standing there before him is Kendall dressed as a, flannel wearing, cowboy- chaps and all- with a lasso in his hands; the rope swings through the air like an oddly shaped snake ready to strike, and when it did it wrapped tightly around James' neck! Kendall proceeded to put a bite of the rope into his mouth like it were a reign, and getting behind James the horse Kendall then exposed James' backside from a tear away in the seat of the costume and from there Kendall pushed in hard and deep and-...
"Aaaahhh!"
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It was an epic battle of man versus man, and man versus pillow, and man versus- well, the bedroom and anything inside the bedroom that the man happened to slam into. Logan got a slam to the gut which knocked him to the floor from the bouncy, flowery bed that he was perched on top of. Carlos made contact with the dresser several times when particularly nasty assalts came at him from both Kendall and Logan. For the most part Kendall was unscathed but he took his beating when a flying pair of pillows came swirling at him like whirling blades, by Carlos going all ninja tactics on him, and so far the wall has been his only interfered attacker.
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James managed to get through his push-ups, but got stuck in another traumatizing mental attack when he started doing sit-ups. Kendall went from holding his legs to shoving him over onto his back; they some how both are in a state of undress, and before James can belt out a strong 'NO', Kendall was hiking his legs up over his shoulders and-...
Shrieking, he quickly gets up from the floor; he even checked himself to make sure he was dressed, that's how badly he's been effected by this whole thing. "No. I am not gonna let Kendall ruin my workout." He declared to his haunted and thoroughly panicked mental state. "But what can I do that doesn't turn..." And he whispered the damned word. "sexual?"
James tapped a thoughtful finger to his chin, then with a finger up as if it had turned on the dead bulb over his head. "Kendall can't ruin jumping jacks."
At least he'd thought so until he did 3 jumps and found himself pressed into the wall, face first, and was having his shirt tugged over his head and his pants tugged down. Kendall grabbed him firmly by the hips and sent his hockey stick into James' net... wait. What?
"Forget it!" He shouts to himself. "I just won't workout tonight. I'll go to bed instead." And no sooner does he remove his shirt. Kendall walks in.
"Hey James." Kendall's smiling at him, very pleased with the wear and tear he took from the battle. Its the most fun he's had in England so far- well, maybe not entirely- he had to add when watching James slip his shirt over his head as he took it off.
"Aaah!" Shrieked the male. First for being caught off guard, and secondly because it was by the very person he now wants to avoid- and he's shirtless! He's already half way there with a person who's got a condom hidden in his pocket.
"What's with you?" Asks Kendall, but he doesn't wait for the reply and instead continues speaking. "You missed a good pillow fight; Logan might have lost a tooth." He chuckled. Watching James act strangely by covering his chest with his removed shirt, the pretty boy then made it worse by trying to slip it back over his head while keeping himself covered. Taking a breath of 'oh boy' Kendall heads over toward him.
"Oh that's-..." He slammed himself into the wall when Kendall approached, but he'd only been moving to get to his bed. "Great!" He barked on accident when finishing his sentence.
Kendall could only cock a brow now, and upon reaching his bed he fishes a Milky Way from beneath his pillow, then addresses his spooked friend. "We're gonna watch a movie on Logan's laptop before bed; he found some British horrors. Carlos is in the lobby getting more snacks from the machine..." His words waver a bit when seeing that James is still shrinking away from him while he's moving around the room. "And whenever you stop acting weird, you should join us."
"I'm gonna go to bed." Replied James. "I'm really tired and, we have dates tomorrow. So..." He trailed off hoping that would be the end of his roommates visit until he's good and passed out in bed.
"...Right." Though he's giving his secret lover a skeptical look. "Well, goodnight." Standing before James, Kendall leans forward to give him a quick peck, since James would be asleep once he got back, but he found himself staggering back a couple steps.
Odd. Leaning again, the same thing happened. This time Kendall reached around behind his back to see if maybe there were a bungee stuck to him that he was unaware of, but no, he was good. Which could only mean... He took another step forward and sure enough, James had shoved him back again.
Expelling a breath of exasperation with the sudden change in James, Kendall backs away with his hands up as if to say 'see, I'm moving away'. When instead he says. "Like I said, stop acting weird- it was just a blowjob" And now he was taking a bash at what the problem was. "you don't have to return the favor." And he gave his shrug a grand showing with shoulders and hands combined before walking out of the bedroom.
James, exagerantly, showed his relief by swiping the back of his hand across his forehead. "Now all I've gotta do is get out of this relationship before Kendall can bring up the unmentionable." Sure of himself, James climbs into bed, pulling the blanket up to his neck, and quickly dozes off.
...
It was extremely late for nighttime and ridiculously early for morning by the time Kendall returned from watching movies; they actually, all 3 viewers, had fallen asleep on the couch and never actually made it through the second scene of the movie when the gore happens. But it wasn't a complete jip; they polished off every snack they'd bought.
Sneaking over to James' bed, Kendall leaned over and pecked the male on the cheek. "Goodnight James." He whispers, and before moving he pauses to take a considerate moment of wonder if whether or not he should climb into bed with James, but decided against it. He might still be acting weird; last thing he wanted was to be sporting a black eye when he woke up. So climbing into his own bed, he closes his eyes and tries to salvage some more sleep out of the, long since passed, night.
That morning.
"I mean," Carlos starts in; holding said item at eye level to inspect it. "Why put beans on toast? What do they even do for each other?" Sniffing it, he takes a small courtesy bite. Surprised by the mild sweet taste of the beans and the fact that the toast isn't dry. Carlos devours the, once strange, food item as though it were old friends- or lovers- getting reaquainted.
The other three members of the band watch in minute horror at the sight of beans sliding just about anyplace, before returning to their own meal.
"Are you gonna eat your blood sausge?" Carlos' fork points at Logan's untouched dark meat linklettes.
"Take it." The addressed raised his plate up and over the table for Carlos to be able to nab it with his utensil.
Speaking of blood sausage; James couldn't stop watching Kendall- out of the corner of his eye- as the blond stuffed the meat into his hole- mouth! He meant mouth! God! Why is everything that Kendall does come back to that?
"Its good- I mean," And Kendall gave a thoughtful expression. "the name is weird, but it doesn't really taste like blood." Looking at James, who is still eyeing him, Kendall says. "Try it."
James looked appauled at the hunk of meat coming his way, via fork. "Nno!" And he swats the dark roll of meat away; Kendall watched the meat topple to the floor and, on the grounds of the 5 second rule, picked it up and started eating it again.
Kelly gaped in disgust. Shaking off her dwindling appetite loss, she asks. "So, what are you guys doing today, now that you finally get to sightsee."
"My girlfriend Marine is bringing some friends over, and they're gonna show us around." Replied Carlos. He couldn't get over it that he, and not James, the pretty boy and face of Big Time Rush, managed to get a girlfriend first. Its so surreal, and yes, her accent IS cute. And he just loves the way she says his name by barely pronouncing the 'r'. Carlos would have thought that James would be fuming about it, but he's hardly given it any attention at all. He must have blocked it out due to sheer disbelief. Yeah, that's gotta be it.
"That sounds fun." Kelly takes a sip of her orange juice.
"And I, am gonna call Camille before we head out." Finishing the last bite of his sunny-side up egg, Logan then chugs his orange juice, sets the cup down and says a very quick. "Don't leave without me." Before heading off to the room where he left his laptop.
"That reminds me," And this was from Kendall. "I've forgotten my camera, and James" He wasn't surprised when said male jumped out of his skin when hearing the sound of his name- at least from his mouth anyway, because when Carlos or anyone else had said it there was no reaction at all. "has to come with me because..." And he was fishing at this point. "hee, forgot his lucky comb." Good save!
"True as that may be, its cool, cause I don't need it." Responds the dragged along, because Kendall wasn't giving him a choice with the way the blond clamped down on his wrist like a dog would a rib bone.
"Come on." Kendall said a little more forcefully; James wouldn't even let him kiss him this morning, so something was clearly up. And he deserved answers.
When the pair got upstairs and behind closed doors, Kendall headed for the bedroom. "James," He began, hoping that the digruntled brunet doesn't flee while he isn't looking. "What's going on? You're acting weird." Fishing through his packed bag for the camera, he locates it- out of its case- and searches then for the missing vynol cover.
"Nothing's going on." Replied James. "I just... I've been doing some thinking, and..."
"Aaand?" Kendall's still rifling through his bags.
"Aaand, if this is gonna be believable that we're not..." He cupped his mouth to whisper "secretly together" then spoke normally. "we should cool it on the private meetings, and" He cleared his throat. "aggresively sexual activities."
Kendall looked smacked by surprise from that sudden statement. "Why?" He questioned, and felt that the reason would undoubtedly have to do with yesterday night. James should really wear t-shirts that read: Not ready to experiment yet. Or something. Because if he'd of known that the pretty boy was gonna panic this badly, he never would have done it. "I thought that we were excited and couldn't wait to be alone on tour," He approaches a retreating James. "So we could have some freedom to mess around."
And Kendall's wriggling brows were all too tale-telling- at least to James. Back against the wall, he turns his head to keep his gaze from locking with that penatrating green gaze of Kendall's; and he sure as heck didn't wanna be swept off his feet by those damned undefiable dimples. Especially when Kendall's using 'the voice' and smiling at him, making them stand-out all the more. Peeking a closed eye open, James quickly closed it. He knew it! He knew he'd weaken when seeing the 'come on, James' face. He loves their 'being alone' time. Doing this, and doing that, then having a little fun afterwards; but that's all ruined now. Everything always has to change... Although! And this thought quirked James' finely manscaped brow. This could be another one of those 'good things in disguise', like all the other ventures he and Kendall have taken, and he's just... overreacting a bit. ...Maybe.
Afterall; the kissing turned out to be good- really good actually; the grind session in the park was really really good; and James still can't quite get over the orbital trip he took when Kendall disappeared under the blanket yesterday night. So maybe... maybe, THIS will be just as rewarding.
"Tight fit." Kendall mutters; having given up on James and backed away from, the wall pinned, man ages ago. He's shoving his camera into its case. "Now what were you saying?" He asks.
But when he turned around James was a clap of smoke exiting the room.
"Okay!" Kendall shrugs. "See you in the lobby."
...
Logan turned on his laptop, going directly into the skype. Logan couldn't help but smile at his on-again-off-again girlfriend. She looks beautiful... maybe a little too beautiful. What is she up to? "Hey, Camille." Casual as always.
The actress smiled at him with a wicked glint in her smokey eyes. "Good morning, handsome." She snickered when Logan does. "Should we rate this R, or keep it PG14?"
Grinning; and feeling a bit of heat around the collar, Logan shakes his head laughing. "Better keep it at G, we're about to go touring- sightsee touring... and gift shopping." He says suggestively.
"Aaa, that means I've got an express gift coming my way."
"Yup," And he was proud to be able to give her something she'd like. "And speaking of coming, where are you going?" He asks. "You're awfully dressed up for 1 in the morning."
"That's because I couldn't sleep;" And she's practically beaming now. "you are looking at the new royal princess."
"Royal princess?"
"I got a role on the Fresh Beat Band, as a princess looking for love through laughter; I get to learn a dance and everything."
"Ohhh, that's great Camille."
"Maybe you can catch me sometime."
"Ahehe, I'm not watching a childrens show." Logan muttered.
Ignoring the comment, Camille goes on to say. "Oh hey, and congratulations on winning the pillow fight."
"What pillow fight?" Logan only knew of one, but Camille couldn't mean that one.
"The one that went down lastnight." Now she's confused. "You know."
"I know I know, but how do you know?" Asks Logan, suddenly feeling very spied on.
What were the odds that the Fresh Beat Band is shooting this royal wedding show in England? And Camille might secretly be in the next room.
"They're posted on this website called, BTR World Wide," She moves from the monitor to get her phone. "I'll text you the link, but Logan, you should know that the site is being run by-..."
"She did WHAT!" Jennifer Knight just received the news about what her daughter has really been up to over the internet; and she's pissed. "I'll deal with her; see you boys in December."
"Bye Mom." Replied Kendall.
She could guess that called Logan had fetched Kendall once calling her because, though Logan was the one who greeted initially, from there it was Kendall who had explained what Katie had been up to.
"Bye Ms. Knight!" Logan called before the call ended.
Snapping the phone closed, Jennifer walked down the hall of their apartment, set to discipline. She couldn't help but think that it was amazing; as she skims the apartment for her driven daughter, the boys finally call since leaving- granted its going on two in the morning- but there isn't room for pleasantries because Katie's done something wrong. Honestly, the girl is off somewhere, because she and Kendall are nothing like this.
"Katie!" She bellowed when spotting the sneaky girl in the boys' room.
The young girl leaped for the ceiling when hearing, not her name, but the tone behind it. Busted. Little did she know that the 'bust' had 'again' attached to it, and she hid her latest scheme behind her bathrobbed back.
"A pay for website, Katie, really?" Crossing her arms, she leans against the doorframe with a brow cocked in wonder at what her daughter is up to now.
Guilt all over her innocent looking face, Katie fumbled with a folded piece of paper in her grasp. "You saw the website... ahehehe..."
"Nooo, I didn't." Replied Jennifer, now standing behind her daughter with an arm around her tiny shoulders, to steer her from the bedroom and into the sentencing room. "But Camille has, and she told Logan, who told your brother, who told me."
"Ohhh." And the realization sagged her entire face in that reply. She hadn't factored in any of the Palm Woods to have seen it.
"But a pay-per-view website? ...That's wrong- even for you."
When they reach the orange couch and sit, Jennifer pulls the girl's laptop over to her and sits it down on her lap.
"What's the big deal?" And she's defeated as she says this in a huff. "Kendall's my big brother, and he sent those videos to me-.."
Jennifer cut in saying. "Which doesn't mean that you can use them to milk fans of their money, or exploit your brother and the guys... No, Katie, its wrong. And you're going to delete the website and leave up a public apology in its place- since you can't exactly return the money."
"But mom..." Grumped Katie, plead in her tone until very matter-of-factly she adds. "The pillow fight I put up made seven hundred dollars total, just overnight."
Jennifer was impressed... really impressed. But she had to shake it off, keep a firm face, and hand in the matter.
Sensing that her mother is wavering, Katie adds. "not only can I go to college, but I can pay for my own room; and should Kendall choose to go at some point around the end of his career, it'll cover him too." And she even crossed her arms feeling rather good about her statement in the case. Let the judge and jury begrudge her now.
Jennifer was seriously considering those words. Katie was right, in a way. And it wouldn't exactly be the first time she's profited off of Big Time Rush, and it undoubtedly wouldn't be the last. Which reminded her...
"Katie, what were you doing in the boys' room at one in the morning?"
"Uuuh..." And she held it off handedly to make it seem less obvious. "Looking for a scrap of paper." A cautious laugh came from her mouth. "I knew you'd catch me eventually, so I thought I'd get started on my " Katie's now slowly shaking her head like her mother is shaking it at her because she isn't falling for it. "apology letter, and..." Sighing in an exasperated huff; she hands over the paper.
Unfolding it, Jennifer gives it a quick skim and it dropped her jaw in horror. "You were gonna post Jo's private letters to your brother online, and have people pay to read them..."
Katie could only shrug in her defense. "Fans eat this stuff up; the more personal the better."
That was the straw that broke the camel's back. "Delete the website- and you can huff and puff all you want missy, because its not gonna work."
Defeated, Katie let out an agitated sigh and got to work deleting the website while her mother watched.
"And you're grounded from using the internet until the boys get back from tour."
"What?"
"You wanna add television to that sentencing?"
"Nooo." Grumped the girl; closing the laptop's screen she slides it from her lap and onto the coffee table.
"Alright then."
"You happy now?"
"Yup." Jennifer even smiled.
Shaking her head, Katie gets up from the couch. "I'm going back to bed."
"Uh-huh. Have fun Katie, and stay away from the computers downstairs."
"Will do." Mocked the girl's agitation.
Watching her daughter walk out the room, Jennifer then leaned over to the coffee table and picked up the letter that Katie had been holding. Looking about the room to ensure that she's alone, she unfolds the letter and reads.
4 4 4 4
"Guys," Carlos signals to Logan and Kendall. "come meet Marine's friends."
Kendall brushes a hand down the wrinkles on his green flannal shirt. Nerves, you know. He hasn't dated a girl since Jo, and hasn't been attracted to one since their new friend Lucy moved into the apartment. And though there isn't a chance for this setup to last, its still gonna be seen as a date.
"These are my friends," Carlos gestures a hand to the person he's speaking about. "Logan, Kendall, and"
"I'm James." He grins handsomely at the girls; sure to flash his best smile as he takes hands with Marine's most attractive friend.
The girl laughed at his being so forward, and shakes his hand. "My name's Lauren." Lauren looks puzzled when James' grip on her hand is still there. "Uumm, nice to meet you, James."
James couldn't help but let out a pleased chuckle of giddy delight; and like a pro-zombie he says. "I like that way she says James."
"Oookay." And Logan karate chops their shaking hands, freeing the poor girl. "Stop scaring her."
"Well, you've met Lauren, now" Interupts Marine. "this is Skye." She points to a blonde girl with freckles across her nose. "And Belinda." She points to the girl with light brown hair pulled into a ponytail and braided down the back of her head; her most noticable features being 5 piercings, three running up her right ear, one on her left, and a nose ring.
"Hi." The girls wave, receiving a wave back.
Tugging the door open for the girls to pass through; Carlos asks. "So where are we headed?"
"We've gotta see the tower of London, we've gotta eat-" Says Marine. "Do you like banoffee?"
"What's that?" Logan asks while standing beside a white Honda Civic.
It seemed they'd be taking two cars, since there was no way the eight of them were going to fit into the one car. They seemed to choose their own pairing of Marine and Carlos in the Honda with Logan and Belinda, and James and Kendall with Skye and Lauren.
"Its dessert, you'll love it." Starting the engine, the car pulls out into the street.
4 4 4 4
Jennifer's eyes widen as she reads over letter 15 from her son's stash in the dresser drawer; the letters were wrapped in a zip-lock bag, and rubber banded together. She couldn't believe some of the things that blonde mouse was saying to her sweet little son. And she thought that Jo was a good girl! It had just started out as curiousity, but when she got to letter 5, Jennifer had been so enthralled that she even fixed herself a cup of tea.
"Mom?" Katie slippered her way out of the bedroom that she and her mother share in the two bedroom apartment.
The smell of ginger and lemon woke her from her slumber for a need to have a drink. But when she passed through the small dining room to get to the kitchen, she hadn't expected to see her mother seated on the couch surrounded by unfolded pieces of multicolored paper.
And the fact that she'd been spying on her son actually made Jennifer jump when the door to the bedroom shoved closed.
"Doing a little light reading are we?" Dropping herself down on the couch, Katie reaches for her mother's tea mug and takes a drink then sets it down and crossed her arms in a show of power. "That'll be 75 bucks." And she actually held her hand out for it! -jokingly of course.
Guilty as the delivery guy who steals toppings from your pizza deliveries- and we all know he's doing it- Jennifer laughed. "Just checking up on him. Its what mother's do. I couldn't sleep."
"Right. One is checking up on, fifteen is prying." And Katie grabs an envelope. "Can you believe letter 5."
"I'm still hung up on 4. I hope they only thought those things- well, of course- she was in New Zealand when those came." That was an even scarrier thought. Jennifer's face scrunched. "And where'd you get 75 dollars from?"
"Five bucks a letter."
Jennifer could only gape at that. "I'm not responsible for when you go to prison at fifteen years old." And she dropped the letters onto the coffee table. "I'm gonna fix breakfast."
"Its only 2:48."
"Then I am going back to bed, and forgetting that any of this and that ever happened. Bye."
Katie smiled smuggly, and picked up another letter.
4 4 4 4
London was more than they'd gotten from simply sneaking out at night and going to a fair. It has beautiful old buildings, statues, and gorgeous fountains. They even got to watch the changing of the guards. It was amazing. They didn't spot the queen though. They went into little shops and found gifts for their closest friends and family back in Minnesota. They sang in traffic jams to any song they knew that played over the radio, laughing as the female members of their party sang the songs that they didn't know. But the best part of the day was going to this thing called The London Dungeon.
It is a popular London tourist attraction which recreates various gory and macabre historical events in a grimly comedic 'gallows humour' style, attempting to make them appealing to younger audiences. It uses a mixture of live actors, special effects and rides. It was crazy! They saw everything from The Crypt, which is set in the pre-18th century All Hallows Church leading them to a maze of mirrors. Carlos leaped out of his skin when spotting a wasted woman in black sitting in a rocking chair. She's a menacing spectre from a horror novel, its about her haunting a town. In fact, Daniel Radcliff stars in the movie production of it.
The fifth segment Surgery: Blood and Guts was Logan's favorite, macabre as it was it appealed to the surgical side of him, and they watched in muted shock as a doctor chopped and pulled at the insides of a stolen dead body. But no one could stomach having 'urine' and 'blood' sprayed at them. James didn't mind because Lauren latched onto him to hide, when the blood shot out from the amputated hand at them.
They laughed well into the next segment from what they saw in the courtroom. With men being charged for wee weeing in the Thames, and being charged simply because their girlfriend was ugly.
The Sweeney Todd segment was Kendall's favorite. He could answer every question asked by an actress playing Ms. Lovett, and he was gifted with the most attention by the actor playing Todd himself for doing so. He asked if he'd like a hair cut, or maybe a close shave...
They unfortunately couldn't stay for all the segments, but they swore next vacation they took with the family, they'd come back for the rest. Lunch was at a little diner that served the best fish and chips in town, and they went to a cute little shop across from that to have a banoffee, which is a pie made from bananas, cream, and toffee with a graham crust. It was insanely delicious and they got two to go for Kelly and Freight Train.
The conversation on the way back to the hotel was nice. The girls asked them about how they became a band, and where they were going from London, and what the states were like. And the guys asked them this and that about London and themselves. Turns out Belinda plays acoustic and dances lyrically- she almost made it on the British version of So You Think You Can Dance; Skye is working around to be a model- once she gets out of school, she wants to go to America.
And after an exchange of numbers and hugs, the eight said good bye to each other and went their seperate ways. Carlos was actually really heart broken, but was happy that he got a very nice kiss from his London girl. They're now walking the short distance back to the hotel; there weren't any parking spots nearby so they had to park a ways away.
"I'm really gonna miss Lauren's accent." James comments to himself.
"Well, James, with any luck," And Kendall's tone said that he actually wished otherwise. "you'll meet a French girl with an accent just as cute as Lauren's."
That seemed to perk him up, and he slaps his friend on the shoulder. "Oh, yeah! Thanks buddy."
Kendall returned the friendly gesture by slipping an arm around James' waist, but for some reason James doesn't see it that way and he not only shrank away from Kendall's grasp, he flat out shoved him into a fruit stand! Grimacing, James reached down and pulled Kendall from amongst the oranges, lemons, and apples.
"Our bad." Carlos apologizes to the shop owner who began bellowing at them in a rather pinched way. It was kind of odd. Gustavo should pick up the British version of yelling, maybe he'd be less intimidating. Naah, he could never be that refined- even if he eats his potatoes au gratin.
"James, what was that?" Asks Logan with curious accusation in his voice.
"I... I thought that a bee stung me." Replied the male lamely; looking at his hand, he spits out a dry chuckle. "Nope, nothing's there."
"You alright?" Logan asks Kendall.
"Yeah, I'm fine." Kendall exaggerantly stretches like he's just gotten out of bed in the morning, then adds. "James is acting like a psycho, but I'm fine."
"I said I was sorry, I swear." James held his hands up in defense.
"I know, I know." Kendall shrugged it off. "Apology accepted." Sighing, he shakes his head in dismay. "Let's just get back to the hotel, so we can head for the airport."
"Yeah!" Carlos offers cheerfully, to give Kendall a hand at staunching the flames on the heated moment. "We're going to Paris!"
"Yeah its gonna be great, but" Logan wraps an arm around Kendall's shoulders. "when we get there, Kendall and I are sharing a room."
"Sounds good to me." Replied James almost too quickly.
Logan hung back while his 3 friends walk on ahead. He's been suspiciously weary of the pair for a while now; and that little scene just now only made his worries a bit more validated, because James could have easily been faking a make-up with Kendall to keep the band together, which in turn keeps his dream going. There's no BTR without any one of them, and he knows that, regardless how he feels about Kendall. Its cruel to think that James could be like that, but people act funny when it comes to their dreams- especially their biggest dreams, and especially if those dreams have been realized. He'll have to consult Carlos about this, get in some 'real talk' time with the band. That's the best plan.
...
"Carlos, have you noticed how strange James has been acting all of a sudden?" Logan siddled the joyfully bouncing male in their suit.
"You mean the fruit thing?"
"That, and a lot of other little things." Taking a seat on the couch, he shrugs his hands out. "The way he talks around Kendall, the way he seems nervous nearly all of the time."
"But what are you saying?"
"...And I hate to even think that its true but..." He scrunched his eyes closed as if he could feel a hit coming from the accused lie. "I think James is only pretending that he and Kendall are cool because he doesn't want the band to break up. He knows that if one goes its pretty much over for all of us, and he really wanted this."
Carlos took that information in. "But maybe it really was just an accident."
"Right. Like his hitting Kendall when we first got here."
Carlos did find that kind of strange. If James is willing to punch Kendall, then he'd probably fake getting along with him. No wait, what? "This is James we're talking about... Fun James, goofy James... he's not some jerk playing us for fools so that he can keep his dream alive."
"You're right. I was wrong for even thinking it." Standing he grabs his bags. "But you're still sharing a room with him when we get to Paris. And can you ask him what's up when you do?"
"Sure buddy."
"Thanks."
...
"Have I offended you somehow?" Asks Kendall, once he's gotten James cornered in the bathroom. They're wrapping up bathroom trips, or quick showers before they leave London.
"No." But he pushed past the blond to enter the common room where his bags sit.
"Well the orange juice on my butt says otherwise!" Kendall gestures to the sullied pair of jeans he has yet to change out of.
"Didn't you hear anything I said earlier?" Asks James, planting his butt on the arm of the couch.
Kendall went to say something, but replied. "Not really... something about taking it easy with something."
James' shoulders slump in exasperation. "You need to get used to the idea of us just being normal tour and use just being normal friends."
Kendall scoffed, and threw his hands up in defeat before entering the bathroom.
James blinked in confusion. He couldn't help but feel a little taken aback by the fact that Kendall didn't, and seemed to not even want to, put up a fight for their secret relationship. He does know whom he's passing up, right? Does he care? Of course he doesn't, otherwise he'd be out here, right now, pressing the issue of them staying together. Frowning thoughtfully, he couldn't help but somehow feel that the break-up had gone down in reverse.
'Maybe I'm the issue... maybe its not the sex, or Kendall but me... After all, I could probably stall off the sex thing until he just stops caring. Yeah.' He smiles in revolation. Straightening when the bathroom door pops open, he smiles at his soon-to-be-once-again-boyfriend. "Kendall!" He stands and walks over to the male, gripping him on his biceps. The workout-pro in him couldn't help but notice that he's a little undertoned. Not important. Focus James. "I understand that you're hurt by this, and you're right... We should give it another chance."
"Umm, nooo. You're right." He picks up his bags. "We should cool it and just be friends. ...We were only a trial basis anyway, so," Patting James on the back he says. "no worries."
"What?"
"You're obviously freaked out by something," He grabs the knob of the door leading to the hall. "And I'd rather drop it all and stay friends, then lose you as a friend by making your fear worse."
"Oohhhh." And his face sagged.
"So," And he smirks, almost knowingly. "Goodbye kiss?"
Blinking, James smiled, more than happy to comply. Pulling Kendall to him, he kissed the blond as if his life depended on it. He savored the last appreciative and happy hum from Kendall's throat. The way his ex had that way of kissing him that made his skin shiver; if Jo got anything this good, she was insane to break it off with Kendall. Just like he's insane. He felt his breath sucked away right along with Kendall's tongue exiting his mouth, and just brushing the underside of his upper lip.
In a stuffy British accent Kendall says. "Off we go now, pippy-pip, and all that rot!"
"Woo! Paris!" Shouts Carlos down the hall when hearing Kendall.
"Yay." James gave a lame cheer following Kendall from the room.
Head hung low, James couldn't stop thinking that he's just made a huge mistake. Why does he always do that? Well, if he can look on the bright side, at least Kendall and he are still friends.
"Come on, James!" Called Carlos holding the elevator door for his friend.
"I'm coming." He stepped onto the elevator, being sure to stand beside Carlos, who's a Logan away from Kendall.
And he remained silent as the chant of "Paris! Paris!" filled the elevator shaft.
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