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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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"Woooow." Big Time Rush swooned in sync while looking out of the window of the airport terminal in France. If this place is gorgeous they could only imagine the rest of France as it tries to top them.
Carlos and James dropped to the floor and popped back up as if on springs; and with the magic of quick change, they've removed their usual very stylish attire to something a bit better suited for Paris. James in a blue and white striped short-sleeve, accompanied by a red kerchief and matching cumberbun, with very tight skinny black jeans. Carlos on the other hand put on something similar: a black and white striped long-sleeve with tight black jeans, white gloves, white face paint- where'd he get the-..? And to top it all off a red beret.
"Just point me to the models." Says James with a big grin on his mustached face.
Cocking a brow, his face twisted up in wonder, Kendall asks. "Is that perminant marker?" He tugged at the phony curl of black hair over James's upper lip.
"Its magic marker." Replied James with an assured cocking of his head. "But it looks real doesn't it?" He flashed Kendall a handsome grin; placing an arm around his ex's shoulders.
Kendall only made a face telling James that he thought it looked real... real stupid. But at least the pretty boy and he are on better terms since the 'break-up', and he uses the term losely because he knows James. Probably better than James knows himself actually. And if he plays it cool, he knows the over anxious male will come crawling back to him. Literally. James can be a good begger when he really wants something, although, Carlos is still waiting on that monkey butler for switching partners with him when they were dating for press.
"Well, its official." Says Logan when James wanders away from them. "We're the only normal members in this group."
"Yyup." Agrees Kendall looking at the appointed weirdos. "We haven't been here for seven minutes and already James is a gondolier and Carlos," He points. "is trapped in a box."
Logan shakes a dismayed head at the mime, formally known as Carlos Garcia. "Carlos! You're not in a box!" He snips with an exaggerated shrug.
The four begin to look about the room when they suddenly hear whistling. Its not a tune of any sort, its the sort of whistling that comes from an owner when they've lost their dog, four seven straight toots.
"Ohh, someone's got a dog!" Cheers Carlos, excited to see an animal- a paris animal. "I wonder if its a poodle?" He looks about the terminal by craning his neck and flicking his head and eyes all around.
"I don't think its for a poodle," Kendall says suspiciously. "That whistle sounds awfully familiar..."
"DOOOGS!"
"And that's why." Kendall snaps his fingers when his light bulb clicks on.
The four boys, in a straight row, spin around to face where the disembodied voice came from and, as sure as they are in France, they spot Gustavo Rocque's stature standing in the short distance. Tall, but with girth, polished in his black suit, crips white shirt and colorful tie, wearing a swarm of rings on his fingers, and a silver chain or two around his neck. He really does look like 'good money'; all beady eyes peering at them from behind the blue lense of his sunglasses and everything. It would have felt cool following a guy that's dressed that importantly around... had he not just called them dogs in front of a pile of people after whistling.
"Gustavoooo." Kendall offered an attempt at an honest smile that wanted so badly to be a grimace. "Always nice to see you."
"Of course it is." He walks through the pairs of Logan and James with Kendall and Carlos at his other side.
It was as if they were merely a swinging door to the man. With the way they parted for him, they very well could have been. As if things weren't bad enough they followed along after their boss like the dogs he's always calling them; their bags being adjusted as they go. Carlos also has Kelly's bag, having offered to carry it for her when they'd stepped off the plane.
"Hope you dawgs had fun, because now that the big dog is here" And he paused for his usual dramatic effect before continuing. "The party's over!"
The four, who had been immitating Gustavo as he spoke, already knew that he was going to say that, in fact, they'd already ended any plans for parties that they might have had in Paris, the city of love, the moment Kelly told them the news about Gustavo meeting up with them the moment the plane landed. No sneaking out. No staying up late watching French horror movies. No eating snacks until it physically leaks from their nostrils, and last but not least... no slacking on the job. Yup, from here on it'll be all dance steps and sound checks; better enjoy what of the city they can see while driving to the hotel at least.
The group piled into the awaiting white shuttle parked outside of the airport. Gustavo called for one when his plane arrived 20 minutes earlier than the London flight. Its late, nearing 11 o'clock pm. They're all farely sure that, unlike Kelly, Gustavo won't allow them to stop for something to eat. Maybe they can have a meal in the hotel?
But Carlos is already drooling at the delicious scents that are floating through the air coming in from the passing restaurants. It was as if the city planners had worked something out with the restaurant owners, allowing them to have access to the most perfectly placed spots in the streets, from the airport all the way to whatever hotel you might be staying in once you've gotten into the city. It could be the middle of sticksville but its always the same. Airport, plus delicious tastebud hypnotizing smells in the air, plus hotel you'll be staying in, equals fat tourists every time. And Carlos wishes he was one of them.
"Gustavo, can we stop for something to eat?" He asked with hands in prayer for a 'yes'.
Opening his mouth, he sucks in a breath of air, and with a dramatic roll of his index finger he says. "Anoooo. And put your coat on, its freezing here. I can't afford to have you guys catching a cold and not being able to perform."
Carlos wondered why he was suddenly getting his goose-down shoved in his face. Taking his coat, he slips it on and returns the conversation back to the original topic. "But can we eat something once we get in the hotel?" He zips the coat up, tugging his hood over his head as well.
"There won't be any time. Its already late, and rehearsals are at seven."
"But what if we eat really fast?" He pressed on.
The others were listening in on the conversation, watching their dear friend fight a losing battle. Which is probably why no one stepped in to argue to the point that they are all very hungry actually.
"Gustavo, the guys do have a little time to eat- so long as its in their rooms. I checked with the schedule earlier. But," And she points an authoritative finger at them. "you have to eat quickly and go straight to bed right after."
"Oh we will, we will!" Carlos leans forward to throw his big puffy coated arms around Kelly; his only true friend at the moment since his bandmates didn't help with the weedling for a meal.
Snickering, Kelly shoves the eating enthusiast off and back into his own seat. "We can stop at a fast food place. Waiting for hotel food might take too long."
There was a murmur of desired foodstuffs and all of it leaned towards burgers or pizza, although Gustavo and Kelly were sure they heard someone say Chinese.
"We'll get burgers." Kelly says with a listless sigh over the groans that came from the people who voted pizza.
Maybe Gustavo was right, she does baby them too much. But since he's here, there won't be a need to do that because she'll be too busy catering to his needs.
"James?" Gustavo glares at the pretty boy, who's currently looking out the window while tugging on his fake mustache.
"Yes?"
"Put your coat on." Gustavo says this a bit more slowly.
"I won't meet french models, if they don't believe I'm french."
The collective eyeroll in the shuttle van could have knocked the roof into the sky.
"One word out of your mouth will let them know that you're not french. So..." Argued Gustavo. "PUT THE COAT ON!"
James wanted to argue, but he bit it back and grabbed his coat from Kelly, who's holding it out to him. "Fine! But when we get out of the van, I'm taking it off." Grumped the defeated.
Rubbing his temples, Gustavo says to no one in particular. "I should have stayed back in L.A."
"Yeah." Agreed Big Time Rush in a scatter of nods and muttered agreement.
It only received an annoyed look. The talent just doesn't understand the struggle of the management.
Logan is looking through his french book, working on a few basic sentences. James, seated next to Logan looks over the male's book with him, until he noticed across from him Kendall blowing his hands. "You want my gloves?" He asks, casually tugging the knit grays off his hands.
Smiling, Kendall accepts them. "Thanks."
James nodded. He really wants to talk to Kendall, but dammit he can't think of what to say! He can't just say he made a mistake, how's about another try. What would Kendall think? Hn. He'd probably think he's fickle and say 'not on his life'. Balling his fist up, James aggitatedly pops himself on the thigh then turns his attention out the window instead, and doesn't say a word beyond that point, until he heard a very familiar greeting, even in a foreign tongue.
"Bienvenue sur Mcdonalds."
And very oddly seasoned burgers, and a couple salads, and cold sodas later the seven arrive at the Meurice hotel, after a very scenic drive down the famous street Rue de Rivoli. They couldn't believe that fans were up this late, holding posters and screaming at them with accents or in their native tongue, which they had no idea what was being said but as they signed autographs and took pictures, they loved it. Freight Train and Gustavo ushered them along inside; Kelly is already at the front desk getting their rooms.
When the boys stepped inside, they all thought right away that it was even more grand than London! A polished floor of gray and white checkered hexagons connected by skinny black bars.
"Ooohhh." Droned Big Time Rush as their collective gazes wander up once passed the spinning glass door with the golden bar to hold onto.
Looking ahead, you see elegant statues that resemble pillars on equally beautifully decorated bases, and atop them are a scatter of lamps all stuck together like a candelabra. They are lit up, but lamp shaded to help dim the light bulbs which aided in making the ceiling look even more marbled and beautiful then it would in the daylight.
"Lalaaaa." They continued with their idea of a very french compliment.
And did they mention that the ceiling was also something to be admired? Beige marble with rust colored spindles running through it this way and that. The place is so fancy even connecting rooms can be seen into, via large windows that run from the floor to the ceiling, paned off with black wood so that it has six panels instead of being just one large glass. And the smell in the air was of fruit and pastry, and cigarettes?
"Ooooh." They swooned, impressed with real-life french patrons reading papers, or smoking, and conversating on the other side.
"Bring your bags over here." Kelly instructs when seeing the boys are still staring around the room star-struck.
Hurrying over, they load the elevator- even it is gorgeous! They could only imagine the rooms they'll be sleeping in. They may never go back to the Palm Woods.
And somewhere overseas, Mr. Bitters felt the urge to laugh during a surge of giddiness that came out of nowhere once again.
As specified, Logan and James are sharing a room, while Kendall and Carlos are together. The rooms are very extravagant as far as Logan is concerned, and he's snapping away some pictures for Camille and the Jennifers, who'll undoubtedly want to see what the place looks like since they consider France to be the IT place to make it in any career field. And yet, they won't go out with Carlos, who's made it here. They'll get a kick out of the shiny floor, and decorative throw rugs of dark purple, white, and dark blue. Double sinks in the bathroom, marble everywhere. The place could buy you eight times over.
"The Eiffel Tower is right along the way to the venue, I'm gonna get some pictures of it tomorrow." Logan says to the mentally distant James.
Logan didn't forget that he wanted to speak with James, and he hoped that Carlos remembered to speak with Kendall about the two's fighting. But seeing the pretty boy seated on his bed and less than enthusiastic about models and mayhem with them all of a sudden, he wasn't sure if now was the time to bring it up. Of course, he could be brooding because he's fighting with Kendall.
"Hey, James? Listen..." He starts off slowly, and even tempered to show James that all is well no matter how the conversation leans. "I know something's up with you and Kendall, about that whole curse interview thing, but... you've gotta move past it- Kendall has. And for all of our sake, you should too." He pats him on the shoulders comfortingly.
Brows raised in curiosity, James folds his hands over each other, leaning forward with knees on elbows, he asks in a business-like tone. "What?"
Logan shrugged and went on saying. "Honestly, if it were me in your situation... I don't know what I'd do."
"You think that Kendall and me are-..." He shakes his head. "You don't understand, I-.."
"I know you're straight. And Kendall knows too. But, if he still chooses to like you anyway, that's his business." Logan shrugs in Kendall's defense. "He isn't gonna make a move on you, so why keep fighting?"
Figuring Logan isn't going to listen to him- not that he knows what he wants to say anyway- James nods. "I'll apologize in the morning."
"Good." He smiles approvingly. "I'm gonna shower first; I'd actually like to get to bed before three." He took a playful poke at James's cleaning habits- when he wanted to be clean that is.
They all could funkify like the best of them when they really want to. But on normal days, James is the Godfather of primping.
"Okay." Watching Logan exit the room James then quickly gets up when his confused friend is out of the room, and grabs his phone from his bag. "Come on Kend', pick up, pick up." He mutters while dialing his friend in the room across from his and Logan's.
...
Kendall, who's currently getting a hand shake from a very happy Jet-lag for his decision to strip and change like he were backstage, then fall onto the bed KO-style to sleep, drops a heavy hand down on top of his phone to see who was calling him right now. Its 12:30 pm! Looking at the phone, his bushy brows furrow in wonder of what James could possibly want? Doesn't he know they have to get up early- seven o'clock! He didn't even know that there was a seven o'clock in the morning after moving to L.A.
Carlos, in the bed beside his own, has rolled over in his slumber at the sound of the Big Time Rush ringtone on Kendall's phone. That was indication enough. Whatever James wanted could wait until morning, so grabbing his phone from the dresser top, Kendall instantly turns it off for the night. Then drops his head back onto his pillow and falls asleep.
"Night, Carlos." Kendall mumbles.
"Night." He muttered back. But after a bit of silence, and the gathering of some courage, Carlos asks outright. "Are you and James fighting?"
"No."
"Because he's been acting weird; and there was that whole shoving you thing..."
"I don't know. Probably just pressure getting to him, and he's taking it out on me." Snuggling into the comfortable bed, Kendall smiled as the tug of sleep came over him again. "I'm not bothered by it. Let him get it out of his system." He then yawned.
Nodding, Carlos returns to his own slumber.
...
He hung up on him! How could he? Why did he? James didn't know whether to be pissed or relieved... he's on the fence. On the one hand, if he makes up with Kendall they can get back to the kissing and plus... but on the other other hand, they'll get back to the kissing... and plus.
"Stop panicking about it!" Snaps his reflection in the mirror across from his bed.
Getting up from the bed to confront his personal consultant, James leans forward with his hands on the dresser top. "But you're not the one dealing with the possibilty of..."
"Its not a big deal!" Retorts his reflection. "Just remember that you planned on telling him you're not really sure about doing all of that, and everything will go back to our normal."
"Yeah, but eventually-..." James counters.
"Eventually nothing!"
"But I-..."
"Eventually nothing!" Alter James repeats. Earning a curious as to how that retort made sense right then from physical James, but the alter proceeded. "We like Kendall right?"
"Right."
"And we like how Kendall makes us feel, right?"
That put a big grin on James's face. "Yeah."
"Then let's get back to that and leave out the rest."
"Yeah! Yeah, I will..." He nods himself some assurance. "I'm glad we had this talk."
"So am I. Now get out there, and make us proud."
Slamming his hand down on the dresser top, he says in a powerful tone. "I will."
Logan, who just stepped out of the steamy bathroom in his pajamas; the towel on his wet head is still soaking up the water from when he washed his hair with the most exotic smelling shampoo he's ever smelled, quirked his brow then asked. "Who are you talking to?"
"Why do I have to be talking to someone?" Replied the accused. "I'm gonna shower now." James walks to the bathroom. "Feel free to get some sleep. Don't wait up for me." Patting Logan atop his moist head, James disappears into the bathroom.
Logan was skeptical about James's sanity but shrugged it off and climbed into bed. He really should have showered in the morning. Seven o'clock. Yikes.
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"Okay. Got a little carried away with the shower thing," James is saying to no one in particular as he sneaks into the lit up hall and across the way to Kendall and Carlos's room. "But that shampoo was" And his eyes actually rolled up in pleasure recalling it and continued speaking his mind gruffly. "really exotic."
He definitely would remind himself to swipe some later once the hotel staff restocks them. Cardkey through the slot, James let himself into the dark room. Now which bed is Kendall's? He planned on doing that whole Prince Charming in the Night sort of thing... or is that a sexy night prowler? Vampire?
"Oo!" James falls heavily to the floor after clipping the corner of someone's bed. "Ssshh!" He silenced himself with a finger to his lips. "Kendall?" He whispers more quieter than a whisper should be.
Which bed? Which bed? James snapped his fingers when a thought occurred to him. Kendall is a lot taller than Carlos, which would leave his feet at the bottom of the bed. He need only tap them and... ah ha! Feet. Perfect! Patting along the trim of the bed to make his way up to the pillow; Kendall's head is somewhat stuffed beneath it. James leans over, planting a kiss on his ex's cheek.
"Hmmm." Sounded a pleased hum.
Uh-oh. That pleased hum was definitely NOT Kendall. Cringing, James tried to back away; but Carlos, fully immersed in his dream mumbles to himself about the Jennifers taking turns with him, right before wrapping his arms around James's neck pulling James into him for a big kiss. James yelped in panic, and got into a little scuffle with Carlos beneath the tossed and tumbled covers.
"You're not the Jennifers..." Declared Carlos, semi-awake and armed with a pillow. "You must be a crazy fan who got into my room." And with his pillow he went on the attack.
"Ow! Ow! Ow!" James, being assalted violently with a pillow, backed away while tripping and stumbling over luggage bags and sneakers.
"And stay out!" Carlos shoved a person from the room, closing the door promptly behind them. "Phew." He caught his breath from the rush.
It was actually kind of exciting! He's never had a fan want him so badly they would risk sneaking into the hotel room. Wait until the other guys hear about that. A prompt knocking on the door caught Carlos off guard and he jumped from fright.
"Carlos?" Came James's voice from the other side.
Pulling the door open, he steps aside for his friend to come into the little entrance of the bedroom. "James, why are you up?" Asks Carlos. "Did an ugly, crazy fan-girl slip into your room too?"
"Uuh, yeah. Wait- what?" James went with it; but did Carlos have to call him ugly?
"Too bad she wasn't cute, though." Carlos adds out of the blue.
"I get that she wasn't cute!" James snipped, and crossed his arms, glad that his offense to the comment was hidden in the darkness.
"Well, she wasn't. She was all tall," He exampled the height by raising his hand into the air. "and had short hair, ragged hair sticking up everywhere, and was strong for a girl." He shuddered. "She didn't even sound cute..."
"Okay! Okay! I get it." James interrupts. Gotta get back on topic. "Listen, the reason I came over is because Logan is skyping with Camille, and you know what happens when you do that at night... so I was hoping to give them some privacy and bunk in here with you guys."
"Oh." Smiling, Carlos nods. "Sure thing, buddy." Getting back into his bed, he fixes the covers then pulls them over to allow James in. Patting the bed, he tosses his head in the bed's direction. "Come on."
Wincing at the memory of just a few minutes ago, James holds his hand up in gentle rejection. "Thanks but, I thought I'd share with Kendall."
"Kendall?"
"He moves around less than you."
"You're right." Replied the male recalling how mangled his bed was just a few minutes ago. Tossing the covers back across the opened space, he drops himself down into a laying position. "Night, James."
"Yeah." Climbing into bed behind Kendall, James kept himself to himself. He planned to wait an hour for Carlos to get back to sleeping, then he'd wake Kendall and make his move.
It took an hour for Carlos's breathing to become heavy from sleep, James almost conked out himself several times during the wait, he kept himself awake by biting his cheek. While biting his cheek, he'd been thinking of what to say when Kendall wakes up. He hoped that a simple apology would do. Leaning up on his elbow, James looks down over Kendall's shoulder at his sleeping face. Kendall really is good-looking. The way his shades of blond are mixed together, and how he wears it swept over his face, although right now its shoved any which way but down.
Smiling, James attempts to smooth the male's unruly bed-head back in place, but his hand lingered against Kendall's cheek. With his thumb he caresses the sleeping male's cheek and along his jaw, and with the confidence of consequenceless actions, James leaned over and kissed Kendall, sweeter than he's ever laid one on him while the two were awake. He could taste the lingering tooth paste on his ex's breath, and that always hidden sweetness Kendall's kisses have.
'Hmm.' James contimplates his hand down beneath the blanket over Kendall's crotch. His fingertips lightly touch the mound beneath his ex's boxers. James made an approving note that Kendall chose to wear boxers instead of pajama pants. "Confidence with no consequences, huh?'
Sounded about right, and before James could ask himself what he thought that he was doing, his palm slides up beneath Kendall's night shirt. Wasn't the first time he'd touched the slumbering male, and it probably wouldn't be the last now that he's decided to take him back. But it will be the first time he's ever attempted to... suck anyone off. His hand explored Kendall's torso for a moment longer before it ran down along the blond's crotch again. Kendall shifted from his side to his back then, and that was somewhat of a good thing. At least he has better access now.
Scooting himself over so that he's resting between Kendall's legs on his stomach; James's hand smooths up beneath the short leg of the darkly colored plaid boxers. His hand didn't recoil when touching his ex's sex. He's given him a handjob before so that was no big deal. But as he worked it free into airspace he felt a pang of guilt for taking advantage of Kendall while he's asleep.
"K-..." He glances over at Carlos. "Kendall!" He hissed in whisper but got no response.
Jet-lag can do that to you. Its a time switching thing. Carlos on the otherhand seemed on the verge of waking up. Shit. Forget the guilt, just go in! Wetting his mouth, James parts his lips and moves in until the head is in his mouth. Not clamping down, he instead sticks his tongue out giving the extention of Kendall's body a sort of taste test. Hmm. Not bad. Not awful like he thought it'd be. Feeling his bravery grow, he encloses his lips around the entirerty of it; his tongue brushed and tapped at the slit on the head.
Smiling, Kendall hummed his feelings of pleasure.
Taking that as a good sign that he's doing it right, James swirled the tip of his tongue around the head spreading it out to the pad of his tongue so it lapped rather than traced. Another deep hum came from Kendall's throat; the blond pushed his hips up shoving his entire length into James's mouth, causing him to gag at the sudden stab of the hardening stick of flesh. James moved his mouth from around Kendall to cough into the mattress. Okay. Gotta keep those hips still. Grabbing at the band of the shorts, he pulls them down as far as it takes for Kendall to be exposed to him fully. Keeping his hands at the waist, James grips Kendall's sides to hold him and keep him down on the bed.
Cocking his head from side to side, James admired the member; now that its erect its like another matter entirely. Now he has to get it back down. Again, he trails his tongue along the shaft up and down, left to right, and lower than the base, just testing the round of the sack in his mouth before moving back up to the top of the package. Simple suck off. No tricks, nothing fancy.
'Go get him tiger.'
Opening his mouth, he lowers his head down over the member and very moistly, very strongly sucks on it. moving his head up and down, bringing his cheeks in and out. He sucked it from all the way at its base, to only having the head in his mouth, while his left hand jerked and stroked up the exposed length.
"Oh God, do that again." Is what Kendall would have said, had James not smacked his hand over his mouth on the groan, making it sound more like. "Oh-.. ma doo ram mem."
James stopped all activity to check on Carlos's sleeping status. Still out. Going back in, he did as Kendall asked and fingered him just beneath his sack, while clamping down around his member and jerking his head back to tug it. More suction and a deeper caress and Kendall was writhing and muffling moans beneath James's ministrations.
And let's not forget the taste of flesh had changed considerably, since Kendall's body is expressing itself the way it knows how. Salty really, but not like the sea. its more like a well seasoned stew would be salted. Its actually really hard to describe, but point noted that it wasn't anything bad or gross. Just different. And if it can make Kendall feel the way he does, he'll accept it. He had to wrap this up, it's becoming harder to keep his ex-lover quiet- that- and he might be sufficating him without knowing it.
James moved away when Kendall's hand gripped the sheet, he knew what came after that, and where he could suck at it, he wasn't quite ready for the mother-load yet. And catching his breath, he smiled at himself. Proud. He almost wished Kendall was awake to tell him that he did good, rather than have the male believe he dreamt the whole thing. Climbing out of the bed to return to his own room, he couldn't help but think that breakfast was going to be interesting.
Its around 5:28 am when the alarm clock went off in the rooms of the band members, the management, and security. Logan was the first- and honestly- only one to rise.
Groaning, Logan gets out of bed; slapping James on the leg with the back of his hand he mumbled in a sleepy tone. "James, get up."
The sexy night prowler had returned to his room and passed out with a very pleased smile on his face. Not only would he apologize to Kendall, but he'd show him how sorry he is. Tested and tried with good results, he knew it would be well received. But that didn't mean he was ready to get up and face the day. James planned to sleep a lot longer, since he stayed up a lot later than he should have.
Logan was already half dressed in his street clothes by the time James just shifted in bed. Shoving his arm through the sleeve, he shakes James's shoulder. "Dude, seriously, get up."
"Mmmm." James grumbled with his face burried in the pillow.
"Would you rather it be Gustavo waking you up? Because I don't think you'll wanna experience how."
"Alright, alright. I'm up." Rubbing his face, James looks at the clock and groans. "It should be a crime to be up this early. I'll bet Carlos and Kendall aren't even up yet."
As a matter of fact, the two just started to wander drowsily around the room.
"Man, I had the best dream last night."
"Oh yeah?" Carlos asks, but continues by saying. "Me too. What was yours about?"
"Rated. And I'm not not telling you." Kendall said with a mock smugness.
Snickering, Carlos nods but asks. "Was it Jo?"
"Yup." Kendall lied. "She came home from New Zealand, and it was all rainbows and sunshine from there." Going into the bathroom, he loads his tooth brush with paste. "What about you?" He questions when Carlos pranced through the door shortly after him.
"I dreamt about the Jennifers, and it was great.. maybe not X rated like yours..." And Carlos put on a very mock smugness of his own. "But kissing the three of them at the same time, was pretty sweet."
Kendall snickers silently, while taking the tooth brush around in his mouth. He couldn't tell Carlos that he had really been dreaming about James. The two of them were on a big squishy waterbed, just riding the waves while Kendall was ridden by James. He hadn't even realized that he'd been making a dazed and stupid expression, until Carlos gave him a nudge.
"City of love, right?" He grinned into a laugh.
"Looks that way."
"Hey, I'm surprised you didn't wake up." His words become garbled by his brushing his teeth. "There was a lot of commotion going on last night. This crazy ugly fangirl got into our room," He leans over the sink then spits out the tooth paste foam. "She was all over me." He scrunched his face in disgust. "I think I might have kissed her while I was dreaming about the Jennifers."
"Really?"
"Yeah. And then James came in,"
Kendall began to choke on his gargle of Scope, spitting it out before he swallowed anymore than he already had.
Patting Kendall's back, Carlos went on. "He said Logan and Camille were skyping, and he wanted to give them some privacy. So he slept with you."
That only made Kendall cough a lot longer. James was actually in the room? In the bed! But, did his dream really happen? Or was his mind just registering what was going on while he slept, manipulating it to what he's been wanting to do- which is get inside James's pants. Is it possible? Couldn't be.
"Guy was afraid I'd slap him in my sleep or something." Carlos went on, as if he had to explain his wording because it could have come off sounding the other way. "You alright?"
"What? Yeah, I'm great!" Kendall straightened. "The mouth wash was mintier than expected." He laughed lamely. "Let's get breakfast, I'm starved." He exits the bathroom before his hostile state gives him away. Although, this is Carlos he's dealing with.
Logan was at the door when Kendall exited the bathroom to answer it. He asked if they were ready to head to the restaurant downstairs for breakfast, and Kendall only had to get into his sneakers. Carlos called through the bathroom door that he'd meet them by the elevator because he had to relieve himself.
James walked out of the room smiling, and happy, definitely in a better mood now that he's dressed, primped, and actually awake enough to not slug about the gorgeous hotel. But upon seeing Kendall you'd think someone just sucked the air right from his lungs and turned him into stone. Yes, that's it! Kendall Medusa'd him!
But blond haired snake broke the spell he'd cast by being super casual, and nudging him as they walked beside each other in the hall. "Hey, James."
"Morning!" Squeaked James, and after clearing his throat says a lot easier. "Hey."
"Did you hear about the ugly chick that broke into Carlos and my room?" He asked casually with a laugh. Slipping his arm around James's shoulder, he leads him down the hall with him.
"Hey, I thought she was pretty cute- I mean, I saw her pass by in the hall... so..." He trailed off.
"I hope they have some of that fancy french toast." Carlos says on his way down the hall as he shoved between his arm-linked friends.
"Yeah." Agreed James.
"Should we wake Gustavo and Kelly?" Logan wonders; all the while the elevator door is closing.
...
"Its all in French." Carlos whispers across the table to the others. "How do I know which one is french toast?"
"Let's seeee," Cracking open his English to French book, Logan looks up the word 'toast'. "Do you see, pain perdu?" He asks while his nose is still stuffed in the book.
"Pain... pain.. pain.. right there!" Happy that he'll be eating what he wants, Carlos rocks happily in his seat. "Thanks Logan."
"Hmm, what have they got in the bacon and eggs department?" Kendall wonders.
"At least you know which section to look at." Mentions James turning his menu upside down then sideways.
"Look at le petit dejeuner." Logan mentions.
Blinking James says. "Logan, you're one of my best friends and I'd do anything for you, but I think it'd be better if Camille did that."
Confused, Logan shakes his head then leans over. "Here." He points. "In fact, you take the book, just looks for what you want in English or French, it should be in there."
"Ohhh." James grins and nods. "Sort of like a translater."
"Yeah, James, that's exactly what its like." Replied the big time brain, although who needs brains to see that James clearly misses the point sometimes.
"Ah. Here's one I understand croissants."
"Bonjuor, may I have your orders?" The waiter says to the four, pen and pad in hand.
"Three pan perdu, please." Ordered Carlos.
"Ummm, oh... two," And James held up his fingers for good measure. "pain ah ooh raisins."
"No. Pain aux raisins." Corrects the waiter.
"You bet it is." Replied James. "And do you have orange juice?"
"Oui."
Knowing that much, James orders the juice as well.
"I'll have... bacon and eggs, aaand" Kendall looks over the menu. "This sounds good." He points to the items name. "What's that?"
James looked snowballed. Why didn't he think of that? Of course a French waiter can read the menu- he's French!
"That is our Jesuite, it is a lovely pastry of powdered sugar and slivered almonds, with a frangipane cream inside."
"I'll have one of those."
"And I'll have the same." Logan orders.
"Very well, I'll be back with your drinks."
"Hey," James pats Kendall on the shoulder. "if it taste good, share with me."
"Okay."
Logan couldn't help but watch the two and smile. The talk really helped, although, he isn't really sure as to when Kendall and James spoke to each other to make-up. Hmm. Maybe he called him while he was in the shower. That's the only time he could think of where James would be alone to do so. Carlos must have been successful on his end, although, his end wasn't really the problem.
"Hey you guys." Says Kelly taking a seat at a table close to the boys'. "Glad to see you're up."
"Morning, Kelly." They say in broken unison.
She looked over the menu then waits for the waiter. "By the way, the front desk called, some fan letters have caught up to you. Couple gifts in there too. I left them in my room, you can answer some tomorrow since we're here for two days because of the plane schedule."
The four boys nod to show they understand. Their waiter came back with a cart filled with the bands orders. Kendall looked impressed with his order. He expected his eggs sunny-side up with some bacon on the side, but this was art. Two poached eggs lay beside two triangles of toast, with perfectly cooked crispy apple smoked bacon laying beneath it all. But the topper was the fancy little tea cup of Hollandaise sauce. He wasn't sure what to make of the little saute of vegetables beside that, but Logan was already one forkful from being done with it.
Carlos drowned his french toast in raspberry jam, and maple syrup. Kendall had to scrunch his nose when the 'wild one' of the group took his fork and whirled and swirled the mixture around on his plate before dashing it with the little serving of slivered almonds on the side. Kendall is a one or the other type of eater, never both. His Jesuite looked odd. The long triangle rest at his right closest to him, and he reached his fork over to take a taste.
"Taste better than it looks." He observed. "Here, James." He scoots the plate over to him.
"Thanks." He takes his offering nodding about the taste.
James is concentrating then on his own meal, a delicious looking pinwheel of a pastry topped with golden raisins baked inside, and a little bowl of cream to smear on top. "Wow, that's good." He holds it over to Kendall who leans over taking a bite.
"Yeah." He says over his chew. He'd already cracked into his egg and watched it run over the toast.
Kelly had to smile over at their table; the assistant wasn't sure what's been going on between the four friends, but the tension was felt. Now, the air is much more clear and easy. Even Gustavo noticed, as he passed into the dining room; his blinking eyes studying the band.
"Morning Gustavo." Greets James.
Carlos waved.
"Kelly?" The large man says as he takes a seat. "Am I still in bed? Or are the dogs really up this early, dressed, and eating."
"Its no dream. This second tour has really mellowed their tardiness." Replied Kelly.
"Dawgs, you've gone soft..." Gustavo says to the band. "I'm both disappointed and delighted." He spreads his napkin, then tucks it into his dress lavender t-shirt at the collar.
Gustavo really wanted to give them a proper 'get up already'. A nice bucket of cold water over their heads, or maybe just have Freight Train jerk them out of bed. But here they are, right on time. Maybe his nightmare about them being booed off the stage for mistakes and poor singing was just that... a nightmare. And not a hideous reality that has yet to happen.
Rubbing his big hands together in anticipation, Gustavo asks. "Where's the waiter so I can get my plate of a thousand sheets, and I'll be ready to go."
"I already ordered it." Kelly responds only a moment before the waiter showed up to prove just that.
Gustavo lit up at the sight of his breakfast of a cup of coffee and four rectangles of Mille-feuille. He could taste each layer as he chewed it: the vanilla slice, the cream slice, the custard- his favorite- and the fourth layer had jam. So good!
Big Time Rush looked on in horror as the tasty looking cakes went from slices of creams with a marble iced top to... Well, the best way to describe it would be like Mortal Kombat. Shao Kahn called Finish Him! And the cakes were done for, one gloppy bite at a time.
By the time breakfast was done Big Time Rush were like impatient kids on their birthday, after being told by their parents that they could go to the toy store with them to pick out their present, but the parent has yet to leave the bathroom! Although, James seemed fine, standing their on the street beside the shuttle van greeting the French passersby in their native tongue. At least he isn't wearing his Gondolier uniform.
Carlos is bouncing from foot to foot to fight the cold. He's bunched in his puffy coat, but that doesn't mean the morning nip isn't still getting at him. Logan and Kendall are eyeballing one of his travel books. Logan is pointing out locations and sights they'll see on the way to the soundcheck. James was just about to get a conversation going when Gustavo, Kelly and Freight Train emerge from the hotel.
"Van. Now!" Gustavo snatched James by the ear and pulled him away from the cute brunette with the mole on her upper lip.
"But wait! I... hold on..." James stammered in his dragging.
Loading the van, the tour group listened to the chattering informative voice of Logan, acting as a visual tour guide points out this and that which they've passed. Kelly chimed in telling them that they have a photoshoot in that very park after soundcheck. Carlos was not pleased about that. Photoshoots could take hours, in clothes that sometimes don't match the season. Spending time all sewn in and primped up was not a good way to spend the day in Paris.
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"Oh. Oh. Oh. Oh. Ohhh Yeah!" Sings Kendall while strumming away on one of the guitars. "Oh yeah! Oh yeah!" Nodding his head to the music he's playing, he sings a lot louder into his microphone. "Oh yeah! Woo!"
James watched this, while over at the keyboard because with soundcheck almost over they're all really just messing around. Carlos even has a teddy bear, from the bag of fan-mail and gifts Kelly dropped off in their room, singing lead to one of their songs into the microphone. But watching and listening to Kendall sing away like he's the only person in the world... James wanted to shoot himself in the crotch, lest he be caught both gawking and getting excited over the fantasy of Kendall screaming 'oh yeah' while they messed up the bedding.
'Think of something else- anything else!' James coached himself. 'Meatballs... no not meatballs... um... toilets!' Yeah, there is absolutely nothing sexy about a toilet. So he went with it. 'Plungers... plumbers butt-cracks..' And without even realizing it, he'd been playing the Mario Bros. theme on the keyboard.
"Its the Mario!" Shouted Carlos's teddy bear before he resumed singing. "Swing your arms from side to side..."
Laughing, Logan grabbed his microphone and began beat-boxing to the tune. Kendall watched the exchange before finding a place to play in on the melody. It was hard to continue singing when everyone was laughing so histerically. Carlos barely got out 'Take one step, and then again' when they all just ended the song with a jovial.
"Just like that!"
Shaking her head, Kelly calmed her snickering to wave them all over. "Alright you guys, you can save the princess later. Let's get back in the van, its picture time."
She heard a cluster of replies before moving away to get her things put away before moving to the van herself.
"Great jam session." Logan verbally applauds.
"We should go on tour." Joked Carlos.
"Kendall?" James snagged the blond by the elbow before he could climb into the van.
"What?"
And it happened again. Medusa Shock Syndrome. Didn't help that Kendall stood their smiling at him with his good mood all intact. It would be a lot easier to apologize and ask for him back if he weren't in such a good mood. Kendall should be sad, so that he could go over to him and... well, maybe cheer him up- cheer both of them up really. But nooo, he just has to be all unaffected and smiley. Guy can't make loving him easy.
Just when James was about to speak again, Kelly came in behind them. "Move, move." She gave James a light push on the shoulder to move him forward.
"We're in, we're in." James moaned taking his seat. Buckling the seatbelt he tried to ignore the fact that his knee is brushing Kendall's along the ride to the park.
Here, James let his mind wander on that notion. Their knees would be brushing while they lay entwinded on the hotel bed; tongues doing the tango, while their hips move to the rhythm of their pounding heart beats. Pounding, and pounding... pounding.
"James! Wake up, we're here!" Carlos calls through the closed window of the van.
Opening his eyes, James looks about the emptied van. Checking himself over to be sure he didn't completely zone out, he exited the van when he discovered that he's good. At least he can lose himself in a less embarrassing way. Time for hair and make-up. Yes!
Jardin Du Luxembourg is a gorgeous park, located in the 6th arrondissement of Paris, housing the Luxembourg palace. A large building of grey stone, with blue pointed tips for a roof. The place is packed with people, tourist and natives alike. It was times like that that had the group sticking together as they move through the parks perfectly trimmed garden lawn. For as cold as it is the grass is still a healthy looking color but they could bet the water was freezing cold. And the trees drooping branches have fall leaves still clinging to them, while a good portion have fallen off to the ground.
"We'll be shooting in front of the Fontaine de Mardicis, so get dressed quickly." Kelly instructs them when they arrive before a small body of water enclosed with a statue and the Fontaine de Leda behind it.
Slatted stone railings keep visitors from taking an unintentional dip in the water. And the statue Carlos, Kendall, and James were unsure of but they could bet that Logan knew of it. They'd definitely be removing their cameras later for pictures. But right now they had to get inside the white tent to get changed. James kept his eyes to himself with attack-style willpower. One look at Kendall and it'd be over. Humiliation the likes a man should never see. Why always when you're fighting do you want people more? It must be some kind of cruel joke to have you learn your lesson before it needs to be taught kind of thing.
"Kendall, I need to talk to you." James says through his grinning teeth, while he and the others are possed before the fountain.
"So talk." Replied Kendall standing from his crouch to lean an arm on James's shoulder.
"I can't talk here, someone might hear," And he tossed his head like he were simply flicking his hair from his face, when really he was gesturing towards the 'someones' he was talking about.
"Then tell me when we get back to the hotel." Replied Kendall.
"Just letting you know."
"Okay."
Okay. That decided, James now only had to worry about what he planned to say. Sorry sure, but how do you go about asking someone to be your secret lover again? You can't just say forget about what I said, or did, and let's just make-out. Or could he? He would soon be finding out, as an hour and forty minutes went a lot faster than he'd anticipated.
The band arrives back in the hotel and with nothing to do until much later on that night when the show goes on, they're all sitting in Logan and Kendall's room answering fan-mail. Its a train wreck to look at: scattered letters of all sorts of colors, little boxes, and stuffed animals all around them as they weed through the bag and pass letters and gifts to the person whose name is written on it.
"Can we turn on some music?" And this is Logan. "With all the in and out I must have written bang eight times on three different notes. Why do they have to slam the doors?"
"They're not slamming them," Replies Carlos turning on the stereo and popping in their recent cd to block the noise. "they're just letting them close on their own." Leaning down, he sits himself back on the floor amongst his pile of mail.
Seated on Kendall's bed, James hands a slip of blue paper over to him.
Believing it to be for him from a fan, Kendall glanced it over quickly then looked again when the only thing written on it was: Sorry -James.
Pressing the paper on his thigh, he writes back. For what?
And the conversation went as such.
For shoving you, and acting paranoid in London.
No kidding! One minute we're fine, then I'm wearing orange juice on my butt!
Yeah... sorry. Are you mad?
No. I thought you were mad at me; I was just waiting for you to come around.
Oh. Great.
Seriously. What got you all riled up?
Before James could write back a knock sounded at the door.
"Guys, come to the dining room for lunch!" Called Kelly on the other side of the door.
"Finally." Carlos grunts as he gets up from the floor. "I can't wait to see what they have for lunch."
"Tell Kelly I'll be down in a while, I wanna get some sleep." Kendall states to the exiting pair.
"Yeah, I'm gonna finish up these letters first."
"Okay. See ya." Carlos jets out into the hall.
"Yeah." Logan knew what this was about. The two wanted privacy to talk. "No fighting." He says before going out.
"We won't." Replied the two.
When they were sure they were completely alone, this found out by Kendall peeking out of the door. He only spots a couple entering their room right before the door popped closed. Closing the door, he turns back to face the room then spreads his arms out non-verbally asking for an answer to his earlier question. But rather than get a straight answer, he's pulled into an odd hug where James commences pawing at him like a cop shaking down a criminal. He searched his pockets, front to back, and the pocket on his shirt.
Taking in a deep breath Kendall sighed. "Wouldn't it be easier to just tell me?"
"I found..." He backs away from Kendall steeling his nerves. "I found something in your pocket when you left the room in London."
Face scrunched, Kendall walked over to the dresser drawer. "You mean this?" He pulled out the condom.
"That would be it, yes."
"James, you should have said something. I wasn't planning on using it." And he scoffed out a laugh, dropping the cause of their rift on the bed.
"Wh... You weren't?"
"No." He sits on the bed. "I know you get freaked out when it comes to that sort of thing. I figured, if anyone was gonna be on the receiving end, it'd be me."
James practically hit the floor when relief over that washed his anxieties out of him. He sits on Logan's bed to keep himself upright; placing a hand on Kendall's knee he looks him in the eyes and says. "You have no idea how relieved I am."
"I could guess, you broke up with me over it."
And that reminded James. "Kendall... I made a mistake, and..."
"You don't have to say it," Kendall is against all heart felts. Too girly. "You wanna go out again, we can go out."
Smiling, James switches beds to sit beside his lover. "I'm glad you're cool about all this."
Kendall shrugged in response. A devious look came across his face after a moment of silence. "You know... Logan thinks we're up here 'making up'... he'll probably tell Carlos that, and they'll leave us alone while they have lunch."
"Riiight."
The room became the unfortunate neutral battle zone as disguarded clothes bombarded from the sky to the floor over letters, toys, and furniture. Neither was sure whether it was the build up of the inevitable, the lack of contact over a mere day or two, or if they simply were being lead by the pull of warm flesh mixed with the sound of each other responding to the others actions but they were doing this thing. Frantically, hastily, hungrily as every rub, caress, pet, glance, grab, suck or bite turned their brain to mush, leaving them to surrender to their pulsing movement. Paper cuts be damned, as James alligator rolled them so they're laying in the center of the bed.
City of love, huh? Well right now, James is wishing the place had lubricant for the guest as he looked around for something to make it a lot easier on Kendall. Accessing the situation, he cocks his head in a decisive revolation that sex in real-time is not like the choreographed fucking you would see on tv. Its real, and raw, and if its not pretty than so be it. Pressing his mouth to Kendall's he resumes with kissing his easy-going lover, all the while jerking his sex like he were playing tug-o-war with a dog. Unsure of what the rush was, Kendall couldn't stop his hips from bucking into that firm, warm grip.
That wasn't the only torture of the day; James is commiting sin as far as Kendall is concerned, with the raspy breaths he's panting into his ear when their mouths part to prevent suffocation. He wanted this so bad, he could swear he was going to explode! Oddly enough, no sooner had he thought this, he did. Exhausted, Kendall let himself lay limp on the bed, and in the process studied James's movements. It was then that it became clear what his lover had been up to, as he's now working his release over his fingers and sex for a little artificial lubricant. Smart.
When James was satisfied with the coverage, his coated fingers moved down between Kendall's legs to work themselves around a desired area. Leaning into the blond, he peppers kisses along his neck and jaw; enjoying the rise and fall of Kendall's chest when it brushed his own. His breathing had picked up considerably from the deep massaging of his backside and entrance, and the fact that James was petting him to make him hard again. It was a damn good distraction too because he didn't expect the rub to penatrate on its fourth trip around.
It all became so real then. Its happening, right now! And his frantic breathing slowed to the pace of the in and out when the second finger was inserted; their kissing slowed too. It was lighter, sweeter. James removed his fingers from Kendall when the flaccid appendage restiffened in his grasp. Taking a steadying breath, he positioned himself and in one quick thrust he moved in.
James was sure not to move until Kendall gave the go ahead, but that didn't stop him from laying himself down over his lover to kiss him.
Kendall took part in the kisses but hardly gave them back, he was too busy focusing on how... well... it feels different, that was for sure. It trumped being famous, moving to L.A., hell, being in France right now! He was about to reconsider when James took the initiative... and moved. It all changed from there. His lids cover his green eyes as a warmth and pleasure wash over him the likes he's never felt and will hopefully someday soon feel again. An onlooker would have to describe it from here, because vegetable soup for brains is no way to form coherent thoughts.
The temperature in the room seemed to rise to a pyretic degree, or maybe it was his own body heat mixing with James's but the sweat was sticking his hair all over the place; it looked good on James as his product silken hair stuck up and around with bed-head. Their pace went with the music slow. Quick. Their groans from whispers to shouts.
And it wasn't until he stopped James from nipping marks on his neck that he realized they were being serenaded by their friends voices as well as their own in Love me, Love me.
"Gimme a pillow." He pants out.
At first James didn't understand what was said, but then he sat up and reached behind them for the pillow at the top of the bed. "Kinky, but it could work." He replied.
Snickering, Kendall snatches it. "Just give it to me."
Perplexed, James watched the blond hurl the pillow over his head where it smacked heavily into the stereo. It didn't stop the cd as anticipated, it made it skip. So rather than singing it was saying over and over 'Go! Go! Go!' They couldn't not see the humor of it, and laughed as they continued riding the pleasureful wave.
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Kelly was sure Gustavo would have a fit if Kendall and James missed lunch. And as the elevator dinged, she rolled her eyes hearing the music coming from Kendall and Logan's room. These idiots are up here goofing off. Is what she was thinking when the door shoved open, but what she saw was not the missing band members having a pillow fight but instead... they're... She booked it down the hall not even realizing she'd just let the door slam shut. There was no way they didn't realize they've been caught. They'll be humiliated. She'll be humiliated. But waiting for the fireworks, none came. In fact the only sound she heard was from another pair of visitors going into their room, also letting the door slam shut. She's in the clear! Yes! ...But how will she keep it to herself, that is the problem.
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