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Show Me: Kendall's Hips Don't Lie	By : Kayerfire Category: 1 through F > Big Time Rush Views: 2975 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I don't own Big Time Rush nor do I profit moneywise or any other way from this story. I do not condone underage sex. It's just a fanfic for fun.

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James couldn’t believe how cool Kendall was being about things. He’d made such an awkward situation pretty okay. It had started last night around 2am when he'd woken from yet another sex dream about his bandmate. Everyone was still asleep, the quiet calm of the bus engine accompanied by the soft breathing of his friends. He glanced around, found Carlos with his pillow over his head. Kendall was cuddled with his blanket and Logan was face down. He was the only one awake. Good.
Seeing his shorter friend in his dream had given James a raging boner. He desperately needed to relieve it. Quietly he searched the room until he found a bottle of lotion most likely Kendall had left out. Kendall was always the messiest.
He took it back to his bunk, lied down and began to make work of it. He imagined his hands trailing down his friend's body, caressing developed pecs. James was the most ripped of the group but his friends weren’t exactly cream puffs. He could hear his love breath in the fantasy, shaky with desire. Soft skin coating taut muscle. James touched his cock.
“Hmm.”
His pjs had an opening in front. He freed his erection through it and lightly stroked down. If only he could touch him. Feel him. Kiss his soft lips. He had once a long time ago.
They’d been much younger, back when James's dad still pretended to give a damn about his family. It was the night they'd won the hockey regionals. Of course his parents had missed it—his mom was busy running her company and his dad was probably out with his secretary so the guys had all come over to celebrate and lift his spirits. At some point, he was pretty sure it was his idea, they'd gotten into his father's liquor cabinet.
Many swigs later they’d ended up sprawled all over the living room, two passed out and two awake with the giggles. James had been able to hold his own. So had his crush. Though how it got to that point was a blur, he would never forget leaning into him, smelling a mixture of liquor and corndogs on his breath. Pressing his lips onto his and giving it all he had. His friend had hesitated, unsure of what to do. It was no secret that he'd never been kissed before, James had been the only one at the time. But with gentle prodding he'd opened up to James, allowing him access to his mouth, his tongue. As James ventured deeper his crush had tentatively joined in. A pretty heavy make-out session had ensued, ending with the two boys dry humping until they'd cum in their pants.
The next morning they'd all drawn blanks for the majority of the night but James had remembered. Unfortunately he was the only one.
He longed for a second go at that night. Even now on tour, if he could just climb into his bunk, pull him close and take those pink lips into his again.
James squeezed a bit of lotion onto his hand and began to stroke himself. He ran his other hand up his own chest to his hardened left nipple. After a quick lick of his fingertip he pinched himself. A spark of pleasure hit his chest zipping all the way down to his groin. He sighed.
Still stroking himself slowly, he envisioned the two of them together, his friend bent over the edge of the bunk. His bare ass exposed and wide open for the taking. James would cup that ass. He'd kiss that ass. He'd eat that ass if he let him.
He felt himself growing hotter. God the things he would do. The things he'd allow him to do in return. He gave his cock a good squeeze. It didn’t help that the object of his desire was on the same bus, literally feet away. That he was so peaceful in his slumber, like an angel. James closed his eyes and tightened his fist.
He bit his bottom lip as he moved his pelvis up into the strokes. His crush stood before him, shirtless at the Palmwoods pool with water running down his toned body. He imagined reaching over and, caressing down to his abdomen. Kneeling down as the shorter boy breathed. Finding a blatantly protruding tent in his swim trunks. Freeing it and going for a taste.
“Shit.”
The idea of pleasing him, of making him moan like he had that drunken night long ago turned James on to no end. He could still hear his heavy gasp, the total lack of control in his voice as he'd come hard underneath him.
James stroked a little harder. Pretty soon he was losing control himself coming all over his bare belly. Though he kept from crying out, one name flowed through his lips as he climaxed.
“Carlos.”
Carlos stood outside the bathroom, his arms folded as he waited. Logan had been in there for a while and he hoped his friend was okay.
“You all right in there?” he called for the fifth time maybe.
His answer was a stressed groan.
“Will you get away from the door? I can’t go if you’re out there listening and I really got to go!!”
Of course he did. Carlos had made sure of that. He wanted him to get better as soon as possible, to pass the stone and be back to his healthy self. He'd overseen him take another pain pill and insisted he wash it down with a full cup of cranberry juice. Logan had been testy but he'd complied.
“Excuses Logie. Now if I don’t hear some waterworks in the next five seconds I’m going to come in there and make you go.”
His father had used the same method whenever Carlos had failed to clean his room or do some other chore. The threat had always worked.
“You what? Oh no you’re not. I’m locking the—”
Peeping his scheme, Carlos burst into the small space.
“Hey!”
Logan was holding himself before the toilet, his face red with annoyance.
“Get out!”
Carlos closed the door behind him.
“Not til you pee. I want to make sure you pass that stone.”
Logan's brown eyes rolled skyward.
“That’s not how it works. It takes time and—will you just get out.”
Determined, Carlos folded his arms under his chest. Logan seemed to read his stance and whines out loud.
“Come on, I can’t just…it’s too much pressure with you standing there.”
“Dude you’ve peed in front of me before.”
“Yea but now it’s with the expectation that this stone will come out.”
Mimicking his police officer father, Carlos tried to maintain an authority stance.
“Well the sooner the better.”
Logan hung his head, all defiance gone from his tone.
“You don’t understand. It hurts. Like really hurts.”
That softened Carlos’s stance.
“Oh. I thought the naproxen took care of that. You mean it still…”
He didn’t want him to be in pain.
“Can I do something? Get you an ice pack or…”
Logan shook his head.
“That'll make it worse. Just... um could you go get James for me?”
Carlos blinked. James? Why would he need James?
“James Diamond?” he asked baffled.
“What can he do?”
That I can't, he wanted to finish. Logan sighed.
“Last night he gave me this massage that relaxed me. It was the only way I could make it through the pain.”
Carlos didn’t know what to say to that so he just said, “Oh.”
Feeling a bit defeated, he left the bathroom to go find his tall friend. It wasn’t lost on him that this was the second time Logan had chosen a bandmate over him. First he'd accepted Kendall's bottle of water last night and now he was allowing James to help him with his problem. He didn’t fight James off like he did with him. He requested him.
Why doesn’t he want me to help?
He found James sitting on his bunk with Kendall leaning in. The guys were close and whispering.
“Hey James, Logan needs you in the bathroom.”
He saw the two jump at his presence and immediately James took on this odd look. Like he was just caught with his hand in the cookie jar or something. Even Kendall was looking startled.
“Oh hey Carlitos,” the blonde waved.
James cleared his throat and jumped down to the floor.
“Sure. I’ll get right to it. Thanks.”
He hurried passed him without even looking at him. Carlos scratched his head. Something weird was going on. He looked to Kendall for an answer.
“Is he okay?”
Kendall smiled.
“Never better.”
Carlos glanced back in the direction of the bathroom.
“Am I missing something?”
When Kendall only shrugged, Carlos frowned. He didn't understand what was happening, why James was suddenly the only one who could help Logan or why Kendall's water was so much better. All he knew was that he deeply cared for his friend but was the only one Logan didn’t seem to need anything from.
“I’m going to take a nap.”
He didn’t give Kendall a chance to respond but climbed in bed and faced the wall. He closed his eyes but didn’t sleep.
Carlos never took naps except by force (once Kendall had threatened to tell Gustavo Carlos wanted him to adopt him) so when he was in bed the rest of the day the guys became concerned.
“You think he’s got what Logan has?” James wondered, glancing over at him from his seat.
Logan shook his head.
“You don’t catch kidney stones. It comes from diet and lack of fluid intake,” he explained.
“Well he has been following you around a lot these past couple of days,” Kendall noted.
“Maybe he gave you all of his fluids.”
“And a diet of corndogs practically every day isn’t exactly the healthiest,” James added.
Logan stood.
“This isn’t my fault guys.”
Kendall took his arm and brought him back down to his seat.
“Nobody said it was. The truth is when it comes to Carlos and his corndogs NOTHING stands in the way.”
James nodded in agreement.
“He loves his corndogs.”
Logan sighed.
“He was just fine earlier. Maybe he’s mad at me for not drinking enough water. I did sort of snap at him about it.”
“Well what'd you do that for? You know he’s sensitive.”
“James did you not see how he was driving me crazy?”
Kendall waved them back to their corners.
“I doubt Logan's little outbursts would send Carlos to bed. Clearly he’s sick. We need to call Kelly.”
His friends nodded in agreement. Just like with Logan, they pulled over at the nearest rest stop and Kelly boarded the bus. She and Kendall shared a look before she approached Carlos’s bunk.
As she sat down, however he turned to her without prompting.
“What are you doing here? Is Logan sick again?”
He started to sit up.
“No, no he’s fine,” she reassured him.
“I’m here to check on you.”
Carlos stared.
“Me? Why?”
James answered before Kelly could.
“Because you’ve been in bed all day. We were worried.”
Carlos looked at him. At first flattered then he seemed to remember something and his brown eyes narrowed.
“You don't have to worry about me. You’re hands are full enough worrying about Logan.”
James blinked.
“What?”
Kelly intervened.
“We’re all worried about Logan. Even you, remember?”
Carlos pouted.
“Maybe. But some of us here clearly have a deeper connection.”
Kelly glanced over at Logan, who shrugged his lack of understanding. He mouthed something and she nodded. Kendall caught the interaction. He wasn’t sure why but it made him uneasy.
“We're all best friends,” James said.
“We care about each other.”
Kelly nodded.
“He's right. We're family.”
Carlos murmured something under his breath than caused Kelly to blush. She opened her mouth but closed it, at a loss for words. Kendall saw her struggle to compose herself before she finally said.
“Okay. We've established that Carlos is not sick. I’m just going to leave you guys to do your thing. Um, Logan can I see you outside for a minute?”
Kendall tried to establish eye contact as she moved, wanting to know what had just transpired between Carlos and her but she kept her eyes on Logan. He stepped forward and Kelly took his arm, guiding him in front of her off the bus.
What just happened? What are they talking about? Why is she touching his arm like that?
Kendall tried not to remember the way she’d stroked Logan's back when he was in bed. He stared at the bus entry, wanting to head out just to eavesdrop on their conversation.
“You want to tell us what that was all about?” James asked Carlos.
The Latino simply turned his back and resumed lying down.
“Why don’t you go ask Logan. Seems everybody likes to talk to him nowadays.”
Kelly led Logan to the end of the bus before she turned him around to face her.
“What the hell is going on here? Carlos says you’re fucking someone in the group.”
Logan's eyes tripled.
“What?!”
“Look, I know your struggle with your sexuality okay. I saw you through the confusion with Camille, your feelings for Kendall but I’m telling you sleeping with another band member is such a bad idea.”
He shook his head.
“I got over Kendall ages ago and I’m not sleeping with anybody. Why would he even say that?”
Kelly folded her arms under her chest.
“All I know is that when I told him that we’re family he said—and I quote—'Yea a family that fucks Logan.’ So you tell me how to take that.”
Logan was shaking his head in disbelief. Kelly watched him, her own heart pounding at the revelation.
“Wait, how do you know he was talking about one of the guys?” Logan speculated.
“He could've been talking about you.”
That was impossible.
“Logan we never slept together.”
“I know that—”
“I only did what I did to help you relax so you could go on—”
“I know but Carlos doesn't. For all he knows we're out here getting it on right now.”
A quick flash to the memory of Kendall thrusting into her just a few feet away from where she and Logan stood now. Kelly swallowed, willing herself not to be turned on. Too late.
“That’s ridiculous,” she scoffed.
Logan agreed.
“But when has ridiculousness ever stopped Carlos?”
He had a point. She relaxed a little.
“So you never said anything about…”
He shook his head, sincerity in his eyes.
“I’d never. That stays between us.”
She was grateful. Because even though Logan was of legal age, it would still reflect badly that she'd given him head. And despite it being past tense, if Kendall ever found out he'd be devastated.
“So why is Carlos suddenly so worked up about your sex life,” Kelly came back to the original subject.
“I mean, I’ve never seen him this broody. Like some jealous girlfriend.”
They’re eyes met as she suddenly caught on.
“Oh my god. Logan I think I know exactly what’s wrong with Carlos.”
He watched her confused, waiting for her to continue.
“You mean he’s not sick?”
“Oh he's sick alright. Lovesick. Logan, I think Carlos may be in love with you.”
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