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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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By the time Kelly and Logan returned things hadn't gotten much better. James was agitated, Carlos was giving him the silent treatment and Kendall couldn’t quite figure what Kelly had needed to see Logan about in private. His mind kept replaying their shared look. It wasn’t the look itself that bothered him. She hadn’t given Logan the same dark stare she'd given him but it was the secrecy of it. Like they had something between them that he wasn’t a part of.
He remembered his previous observation that Kelly did tend to nurture Logan a little more on account of his nervousness but that had never seemed to bother him before. Now it did. Why?
Because we’re fucking now.
He ran his fingers through his hair noting the slight relief on the both of their faces as they boarded. He'd given Kelly major relief under similar circumstances. A crazy part of his mind wondered if Logan had just done the same.
“Okay guys listen up,” Kelly drew their attention.
“It’s clear you’ve got some things to work out. I’m going to let you do that but have it together for tonight's show, okay? For yourselves and for your fans.”
When she left without speaking to Kendall he felt himself triggered further. He hated when she did that. Logan moved to sit at the edge of Carlos's bunk but his friend moved his foot in the way. Okay he wasn’t ready to talk. Logan left him be.
When they arrived at the arena the boys retreated to their separate dressing rooms, tension in the air. James was pissed that Carlos wouldn’t speak to him, Kendall was pissed that Kelly still hadn’t acknowledged him (Oh but she sure spoke to Logan an awful long time) and Carlos was just pissed for whatever reason he was pissed. Kendall didn’t know and had too much on his own plate to find out. He kept his distance from Logan as well, feeling resentment toward the one bandmate that Kelly seemed never to ignore.
Maybe James was right, who could resist the charms of a smart little nerdy guy with dimples? Though he had to admit Logan had been filling out lately. He wasn’t so little anymore, looking more manly. Maybe that was what Kelly liked.
Their pre-show warm up was a little strained but they managed. When they went onstage the crowd made Kendall forget his personal issues. The fans seemed to have the same effect on the others because Big Time Rush rocked the house. But when intermission hit, and Carlos was still not speaking to James he'd had enough. Grabbing his Latino friend by the arm, he spun him around to face him.
“Dude, what is your problem?” James demanded.
Carlos snatched away.
“Why don’t you go ask Logan?”
James released an exasperated breath.
“Fine, you want me to ask Logan? I’ll ask Logan.”
He turned to his startled friend.
“Hey Logan, why is Carlos being such a dick?”
Logan opened his mouth to speak.
“You’re being a dick!” Carlos countered.
Remembering the time constraints of their ongoing event Kendall stepped between them.
“Come on guys this can wait til after the show.”
James shoved him out of the way effortlessly.
“How am I being a dick when you’re the dick that won’t talk to me?” he snapped.
Carlos yelled right back.
“How am I being a dick for not wanting to talk to a dick?”
James threw his hands in the air.
“You’re impossible!”
“Yea and you’re still a dick!”
Logan looked to Kendall apprehensively.
“Do something before they start fighting,” he urged.
Kendall gestured toward the two.
“Didn’t you just see how James manhandled me?” he pointed out.
He wasn’t getting anywhere near that. Logan seemed to consider.
“I’m going to get Kelly,” he decided.
Kendall wasn’t sure why but that sentence, just hearing her name come out of Logan's mouth brought back the harboring resentment from earlier. Before he could think better of it, he was shooting off.
“Oh you would!”
Logan paused to look at him puzzled.
“Huh?”
That expression, so seemingly innocent bothered Kendall even more. As if he would never do what Kendall knew he would do. If he hadn’t already.
“Don’t think I don’t see how you two look at each other,” he accused.
“Tell me, what’s going on with you and Kelly?”
Logan's jaw dropped.
“Me and Kelly? Where would you get an idea like that?”
Every interaction between the two played in his head as he spoke.
“Come on, I’ve seen the eyes you make at each other. The way she touches your shoulder or calls you ‘Hon.’ And what were you guys talking about that was sooo private you had to leave the bus? Like you couldn’t talk in front of your best friends?”
Logan looked like a deer in headlights. A confused deer but a deer no less. He glanced back and forth between Kendall and Carlos before finally exclaiming; “What the hell is wrong with you guys?!”
James pointed to Carlos.
“He’s crazy that’s what.”
“Right, just take your boyfriend's side,” Carlos remarked.
“My what?”
“I’m getting Kelly,” Logan started off when Kendall blocked him.
“You never answered my question,” he pointed out.
“What's going on between you and Kelly?”
“Nothing! God, Kendall you’re acting like a jealous boyfriend.”
The word hit him like a fist to the chest, unguarded. Kendall felt the air whoosh out of his lungs, his face suddenly burning. Boyfriend. Could he be Kelly's boyfriend? Had he ever been? They’d had great sex, and he felt a connection to her like no girl before but she’d never called him her boyfriend. In fact, she wanted to keep them under a vow of secrecy. That meant that he could never be her boyfriend. The revelation hurt him all over again. He needed to lash out.
“Oh yea? Well, you’re acting like a two-timing whore!” he screamed.
Logan jumped back as if he’d been hit this time. Even Carlos and James stopped their bickering to watch.
“You’re doing James in the bathroom then you’re doing Kelly God knows where? Does James even know? Does Kelly?”
Kendall felt his eyes burning with emotion but didn’t care.
“Wait you’re sleeping with Kelly too?” Carlos exclaimed.
James was wide-eyed at the remark.
“Whoa whoa whoa, who's sleeping with James where?” he repeated.
Logan was dumbstruck, his mouth literally hanging open in a mixture of shock and... hurt. Kendall recognized the pain from their childhood, back when the other kids used to tease Logan for being too smart. He'd been small for his age as well so Kendall had often defended him. Now Kendall was the cause of that look.
What’s happening to me?
“Logan I—”
Before he could get the apology out, Kelly’s voice rang from behind him.
“Okay, time out! All of you!”
She stepped between them, gesturing for the guys to move in.
“I don’t know what the hell has gotten into you but this ends now. Carlos, you’re upset because you think Logan is sleeping with James? Logan, are you?”
Still stunned by Kendall's words, he quietly shook his head.
“Okay, James do you concur?”
He nodded vehemently.
“We never did anything like that.”
“But I heard you in the bathroom last night,” Kendall argued.
“Remember we talked about it.”
“What you heard, Kendall was me giving him a pressure point massage to help him with his kidney stone pain. You know, so he could go.”
He folded his arms under his toned chest.
“But what about our talk this morning?”
About how you’ve loved him since Minnesota, he wanted to add.
James read him and blushed slightly.
“I wasn’t talking about Logan.”
Then that would mean…Kendall glanced at a confused looking Carlos. James nodded and Kendall felt like the dumbest ass alive.
“So we can all agree that Logan and James are not sleeping together?” Kelly checked.
The entire band nodded. She turned to Kendall.
“Now what’s your beef with Logan?”
His face was bright red with embarrassment over the James thing.
“He thinks you and I are sleeping together,” Logan said softly.
Kendall had to look away from Kelly's incredulous expression.
“You think what?!”
She took him by the chin and turned his face back to her.
“What on earth would make you even think a crazy thing like that?”
Facing her directly, he began rattling off his points.
“You’re always giving him extra attention and touching his shoulder and calling him ‘Hon’. And you give each other these looks. Then earlier you took him off the bus to talk in private.”
“To discuss Carlos's accusation. I wasn’t going to have it out in front of you guys when I didn’t know if it was true or not. And I call all of you guys ‘Hon’ from time to time. It’s a term of endearment I get from my mom. She’s the same way. I’m pretty sure I used it on somebody today at some point.”
Carlos raised his hand.
“You called me Hon on the bus earlier.”
Kelly nodded.
“See?”
Kendall looked at his feet.
“But what about the looks. Like you have a secret club or something?”
Kelly sighed patiently.
“Kendall, I’d be lying if I said that Logan and I aren’t close but he's a sensitive guy and sometimes he needs more support than the rest of you. You all grew up together, I thought you knew that.”
He was beginning feel even dumber than the dumbest ass now.
“So…”
“So no we're not sleeping together.”
She glanced at everyone in the circle.
“Just so we're clear. Nobody is sleeping with Logan. Not James, not me, not Carlos, not Kendall.”
When the guys shamefacedly nodded she took a deep breath.
“Okay. Any other grievances before you go back out onstage?”
No one spoke for a moment. The cautiously Carlos raised his hand.
“I uh I’m kind of still mad at Logan.”
The poor guy sagged at the announcement.
“Oh god what else?” Logan whined.
Carlos looked at him, though his anger was gone.
“How come you wouldn't let me take care of you?”
“What do you mean. I drank all the water you gave me? And the cranberry juice too.”
“Not last night. You wouldn’t drink my water but you drank Kendall's. Then this morning you wanted James instead of me. I could've given you a massage if you asked you know.”
Logan looked at Kelly, remembering her revelation about Carlos.
“Carlitos, I didn’t mean to make you feel like I didn’t appreciate you. Really I do. You’ve been there for me this whole time making sure I pass this stupid stone and even though I get a little frustrated at times I know you only do it because you care. I really didn’t mean anything by it. To be honest, I think you helped me the most with this thing.”
That seemed to appease his friend and Carlos smiled sheepishly.
“Really?”
“Really. But I mean everybody's been a help. And not just with these stupid stones.”
He looked at Kendall who was still eying the floor.
“I know sometimes I can be a bit nervous about things and I’m getting better at it but you all have been there for me in some way or another. I think we all have a connection, not just me and Carlos or me and James or me and Kelly. Me and Kendall?”
He asked the last part, hoping for some conformation from his blond friend. When Kendall glanced up he caught hopeful brown eyes on him.
“Yea, of course we do,” he agreed.
Kendall moved in and served him with a tight hug.
“I’m so sorry about what I said, Loges. I was just so crazy, I don’t know.”
“It’s okay. I know you didn’t mean it.”
Carlos joined in.
“I’m sorry too. I should've known better. Or at least asked you first. I don’t know, I guess I can jump the gun sometimes.”
“Sometimes?” the group remarked on unison, causing them all to laugh.
When they released him, Logan turned to Carlos briefly.
“It’s okay, really. But F.Y.I if you want to tell a guy you love him, this probably isn’t the most enticing way to do it. Maybe dinner, a movie, a kiss or something.”
Carlos's tan features went redder than Kendall's at the remark.
“How-um-I mean, I never told—”
Logan simply nodded understandingly.
“Kelly and I figured it out after the bus thing. Clearly you were jealous.”
Carlos swallowed.
“It was that obvious?”
Logan nodded.
“Once we thought about it.”
Carlos bit his lip.
“You think he knows?”
Logan blinked.
“He?”
But the Latino was thinking deeply, contemplating a move.
“You said dinner and a movie and a kiss right?”
Not giving Logan a chance to answer, Carlos found the nearest food tray and scooped up two corndogs. He headed over to James and thrust one his way.
“You want to watch Transformers with me tonight?”
James looked down at the corndog then up at Carlos.
“Okay. But if this is your way of apologizing I’m going to need a little bit of groveling and maybe a please or—”
Carlos suddenly grasped him by the front of his black tank top and pulled him down into a passionate kiss. James froze in shock as Carlos's lips invaded his oral space, kissing and dancing and taking him by storm. Kendall, Kelly and Logan stared in surprise.
When Carlos released him, James was speechless. But the color in his cheeks, the heat behind his shock told the story of his desire.
“I’ve loved you since Minnesota,” Carlos declared.
At that James melted and pulled him this time into a major make-out.
“Well…” Logan smiled.
“How about that,” Kelly agreed.
“I could’ve sworn he was in love with Logan,” Kendall remarked.
Logan turned to him.
“Why does everybody think everybody's doing me or in love with me? I swear if my romantic life was as exciting as you all think I’d be a happy camper right now.”
Kendall pat his shoulder.
“It’s the cute nerd thing. And the dimples. Everybody's a sucker for dimples.”
He smiled to reveal his own. Logan smiled back.
“So who wants to break up the happy couple and tell them it's time to get back onstage?” Kelly asked the both of them.
When neither volunteered, as she knew they wouldn't, she threw her hands in the air.
“Okay, I guess it's me.”
“Careful,” Kendall called after her as she headed toward the two lovebirds.
“Last time I tried to come between those two James tossed me around like a ragdoll!”
He and Logan shared a laugh. Seeing his friend back in good spirits, Kendall felt compelled to apologize again.
“Hey Logan, I mean it. I’m really sorry for going crazy on you like that.”
“It’s okay. I know,” he accepted.
“We all get a little crazy after our first time.”
Kendall jumped.
“W-what?”
Logan just smiled.
“You totally slept with Kelly and I know you were a virgin before so that would explain why you got like you did.”
Kendall stared.
“How did you know?”
“Kendall I’ve known you since we were kids. I can read you like a book. Besides, I caught Kelly eye-fucking you a few times when you weren’t looking. Combine her behavior with your sudden and irrational jealousy and it’s not hard to deduce.”
He didn’t know what to say.
“Just be careful, Kendall. This isn't like with Jo or Camille. Kelly's more experienced and she can’t exactly hold your hand at the movies. She’s got a lot to lose.”
He nodded. He’d heard it all before.
“I know. I know.”
“I just don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Logan squeezed his shoulder supportively before the band was shooed back onstage to finish the second half of the show. Afterward, Carlos and James disappeared into James's dressing room and Logan retreated to his own. Kendall wasn't surprised to find Kelly seated on the couch in his.
“Good show tonight,” he moved in to kiss her.
She turned her head away.
“Kendall, we need to talk.”
He didn’t like her tone. It was way too serious.
“Talk later,” he pulled his shirt over his head.
“Kiss now.”
When he moved in again she swatted at him.
“I’m serious Kendall.”
But he had a feeling that serious was bad. He didn’t want serious.
“So am I,” he cooed and began a rendition of the dance that had seized her in the first place.
Kelly breathed and this time allowed him access to her neck.
“God, Kendall I don’t know how you do this to me.”
He tugged her blouse from her dress skirt and moved his hands inside. She arched into him, desperately.
“It's because I do this—”
He worked his hips at her center and Kelly moaned. Her skirt was up around her waist in no time, leaving only her panties as a barrier. Kendall grinded his hardness against her there, earning another moan.
“We can’t keep doing this,” she managed as her hands found their way down to his pants.
He groaned, and allowed her to undo them.
“Yes we can.”
Enough with the negative talk. He shut her down with his mouth on hers. It didn’t take long to get her clothes off. As he bathed her naked body with kisses Kelly took his head and lowered it down between her legs.
“Just relax. I’ll show you what to do.”
He eyed her center, slick, waxed and wet for him. This was the closest he’d ever come to a real live twat, with the exception of his hands and cock. But never had he faced one. Hers was beautiful.
She guided his face into it and he inhaled deeply. Her scent, God was it enticing. He wanted to bury his face in her. So he did.
It wasn’t like Kendall had never seen porn before. He had internet access, he was seventeen and most importantly he had James for a friend who had always been willing to talk about his exploits. Using that knowledge he used his tongue to glide across her swollen clit. The action brought a gasp from her.
“Kendall,” she whined.
He enjoyed her reaction so he did it again. And again until he developed a rhythm and pretty soon she was bucking into him, smashing his face into her.
He didn’t stop until Kelly came all over him, her juice coating his lips, nose and chin. Again he inhaled her scent, and knew he could smell it forever.
Kelly pulled him upward to meet him with a deep kiss. She didn’t mind her taste on him. That turned him on even more. As they tongue-tangoed he slid his prick inside her and their bodies gyrated. Her legs wrapped around him, locking him in. Their lips never parted. Not when she came the second time, screaming into his mouth. Not when he came, emptying his all, body and soul into her.
Post coitus they lied together, Kendall still on top of her. Still inside her. She looked up at him, her eyes still hazy from the high. He gazed right back, again filled with emotion. This time it wasn't the green kind.
“I love you,” he whispered.
The haze left Kelly's eyes abruptly. The next thing he knew, she was shoving him off of her and grabbing for her clothes. Kendall landed on the floor clumsily.
“No. No no no no,” Kelly was saying as she scrambled to get dressed.
He stared up at her in disbelief.
“What are you doing?”
She didn’t look at him.
“You can’t do that Kendall. You can’t say that.”
She snapped bra back on.
“You can’t feel that.”
“You can’t tell me how to feel, Kelly.”
“No but I can tell you that this was the last time. God I’m such an idiot!”
He blinked at her statement, a mixture of feelings running through him. Hurt, anger, disbelief. He climbed to his feet.
“What do you mean? I thought we were having a good time. Why end it?”
She still wouldn’t look at him. That irked him to the point that he jumped in her path.
“Why stop?” he repeated.
She shook her head, her eyes looking past him toward the door.
“Kendall move.”
“No. Not til you tell me why. Not til you look at me.”
She sighed, looked him in the eye.
“You’re too caught up. Too emotional. It was bad enough that we were doing what we’ve been doing but your feelings are involved.”
He didn’t see the problem with feelings. If two people shared what they shared then of course there would be feelings. Wasn’t that how things started?
“Well aren’t yours?” he countered.
“You had to have feelings for me to fuck me.”
For a moment Kelly just stared at him. Then she shook her head.
“You’re really a sweetheart aren’t you? The only feelings some one has to have in order to fuck is lust. I fucked you because I wanted to fuck you. Do I care about you as a person? Yes but beyond that…”
Her words stabbed him and he fought not to wince. It couldn’t be true. She had to on some level feel what he felt.
“You’re lying. I know it.”
“Kendall—”
“You’re just running from this because of Gustavo and your reputation. I know you don’t mean it.”
She tried to step around him. He blocked her again.
“You’re just running from this because of what people will say. But I’ll be eighteen soon and after that they can’t say shit.”
Kelly was shaking her head again.
“You really were sheltered back in Minnesota. I almost envy your naiveté.”
“Stop talking down to me, I’m not some dumb kid. You can't treat me like a boy but fuck me like a man. Give me some credit here.”
She seemed to consider his words, but made no move of backing down.
“Okay,” she relented.
“You’re definitely not a boy anymore. I’ll give you that. But the fact remains that this thing was just sex from the beginning. It’s my fault I guess for not clarifying it but I told you what I had at stake. What did you really expect?”
To that he didn’t have an answer. The truth was he’d just enjoyed her. Holding her, touching her, being inside her. He hadn’t expected the jealousy to pop up or the other thing.
Kelly touched his bare shoulder.
“Look, I’m sorry. Maybe I was harsh but Kendall this could never have gone beyond what it already was. Just two people mutually benefiting from a little fun together. James does it all the time.”
But he wasn’t James. Besides, now that he had Carlos, it was a pretty good bet that those activities would cease. James had loved Carlos the whole time. Everyone else was a distraction.
“So you’re saying it’s over? Just like that?” he felt a lump forming in his throat.
“Just because…because of what I said?”
He didn’t want to cry like a little bitch. So he swallowed it down.
“No, to be honest I originally came here to break it off. But I think you knew that. It’s why you got things started isn’t it?”
Maybe a part of him did know.
“It’s never good when a girl says ‘We need to talk,’” he murmured.
Kelly nodded sympathetically.
“I never meant to hurt you, Kendall. You have to understand that. I just let my hormones get away from me. I mean, you have no idea how sexy you are when you…well let's not get into that.”
He gazed down at her, not wanting this to be their last time together. She read it in his eyes and gently brushed his cheek.
“Can I at least get a kiss goodbye?” he asked.
But she wouldn’t even award him that.
“You and I both know what that will lead to. It'll only make this harder.”
She retrieved her hand, leaving a cold spot on her absence then stepped around him. This time he didn’t block her. He didn’t even turn around as he heard her exit the room. Heartbroken, Kendall began to gather his things for the bus.
The second they entered the dressing room, James was all over him. Kissing, touching, pulling at clothes in the way. Carlos kissed him right back, feeling himself growing hard at the contact.
“You remembered all this time?” James breathed as he undid Carlos's fly.
“I thought you’d blacked out. I thought I was the only one.”
He scooted his pants off and cupped the Latino through his briefs.
“I could never forget you, James,” he breathed against him.
James took his mouth again, loving the way he moaned into him. It was like his dreams, only this time real. And better. Carlos grinded into his touch, eager and ready. He’d always been a free spirit; never held back in life and he certainly wasn't holding back now. His hands ripped at James's shirt until it tore apart, revealing toned hard muscle and washboard abs.
“Why didn’t you say anything?” James asked between kisses.
“All these years I’ve been—”
Carlos silenced him by pressing his mouth against those solid pecs and suckling a rock hard nipple. James groaned, and gave Carlos a squeeze.
“Mmm.”
He did remember. As his tongue flashed across James’s sensitive spot Carlos made work of his hands, yanking his lover’s pants down. James stepped out of them skillfully into full nakedness.
With his muscular arms he hoisted the Latino up easily and made his way toward the dresser. In one sweep he discarded the contents, hair and skin products all there to make him look his best.
He thought he’d look best inside of Carlos.
After placing his lover, James took his mouth again. Their tongues wrestled intently. Ever the pro at getting people out of their clothes, James managed to free him of his last remaining article. Now the two were as bare as their first birthdays.
He forced his mouth from those sexy Latin lips to trail down to his neck. Kisses and suckles and a little harder as he made sure to leave something behind to prove that this had actually happened. Carlos was breathing hard, wriggling against him wantonly. His hand landed in James’s hair caressing.
Upon finishing his mark, the eighteen year old ventured lower, gracing his collarbone with licks, that sensitive spot between the dip on to his sculpted pecs. Carlos heaved into him, craving every second of contact. When James took his nipple under his tongue his young body screamed. Carlos threw his pelvis against him desperately.
“James, he begged.
“Please.”
Never the patient sort, he wanted to be fucked. Now. But his more experienced lover had other plans. This was their first time. He didn’t want it to be a simple pounding. He wanted to savor that sweet tan body, to drive him wild. There was so much to show his Carlitos.
“Shh.”
He offered a smirk that he could swear almost caused Carlos to cum on the spot the way his eyes burned. He definitely felt Carlos’s cock twitch.
He went back to his kisses, suckling along his other brown pez of a nipple, taking his time down his abdomen. Then he reached his standing prick. Hard, dripping precum like crazy. Begging for attention. For him. James glanced up at Carlos with a mischievous wink before opening wide and swallowing his entire cock to his throat.
Carlos cursed out loud.
“Oh fuuuuck.”
His hips began to swerve involuntarily.
“Fuck, James!”
His breaths became pants as he stared down at the beautiful man sucking him off. Perfect pink lips formed around his prick. He couldn’t stop his voice from escalating.
James reveled in the noise. The purest music to his ears. He reveled in the smell, his bandmate still glossed with the sweat of the concert. He slid his hands up Carlos’s thighs and around to grope his seated ass.
Erratic hands grabbed at his hair, holding on tight, pushing him down to move faster. Again with the impatience. But it was his Carlitos. Whatever he wanted, he would get. When James did move a bit faster he could feel his lover tensing. Given his lack of experience he wouldn’t be expected to last too long quite yet so that was no surprise.
Carlos groaned, approaching that mark. He was almost there. If James went just a little bit longer…
He cried out when it happened, his cock bursting with a vengeance inside James’s mouth. Hot cum shot down his throat as he readily swallowed every ounce. Carlos was still going, his balls pretty full. When his orgasm died down James released him. He rose to his feet and they stared into each other’s eyes.
This wasn’t over.
Their lips met again and this time it was James who was growing impatient. Tasting Carlos, hearing his moans, feeling him lose his shit in climax set him ablaze. He fought to be cool, to be the finesse lover he was reputed to be but the truth was Carlos did things to him. Made him crazy inside. Now he would go crazy if he didn’t end up inside Carlos.
He pulled away from their kiss long enough to glance around his floor for something he could use for lube.
“What are you doing?” Carlos was pulling his arm back, wanting to resume their tongue play.
“I have to—”
But his Carlitos pulled him into another kiss. It nearly broke him. Shakily, James pulled out of it. Carlos started to question him again when James met him pointedly in his eyes.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“James you would never hurt me,” he trusted.
James shook his head.
“No, I mean this is your first time and I want to make it as painless as possible. But I’m so fucking turned on right now that I’m afraid I might pummel you. So I need to find some lube.”
Carlos’s eyes landed on James’s large and still very much awake prick. He bit his lip, a naughty glow in his brown eyes. Then he spit in his hand and began slathering on his friend’s cock. James groaned lustfully.
“That’s…oh god…”
Carlos continued for a minute, repeating the action. James felt himself glazing over, his cock was bright red now. Gazing at his love, he lifted two fingers to his Latin lips and slid them into his mouth. Carlos sucked, sure to slather his saliva all over. When James moved those fingers down to Carlos’s ass, he didn’t object.
With his free hand James caressed his tan, sweaty chest, his abs, every part of him that he could get a hold to. They kissed once more and James slid a finger inside him.
Though Carlos tensed a bit he encouraged James further with a wiggle of his hips. He complied and the second finger found it’s way in. Scissoring, maneuvering, preparing him for a much larger visitor very soon.
Their mouths maintained contact the entire time. Their hands roamed each other’s bodies.
“James…” he whined.
“I told you, I don’t want to hurt you.”
It came out every bit as strained as he felt. He was becoming unhinged. But he wanted to be sure that his size wouldn’t hurt Carlos. Or his excitement.
“James I swear to god if you don’t fuck me right now—”
Done with waiting, Carlos gave his bandmate’s cock a good stroke before ramming it halfway into his puckered opening. Always the adventurer but never the thinker, he’d underestimated the initial pain of entry.
“Fuck!”
But James was halfway in, hot tightness squeezing all around him. Carlos’s hot tightness.
“Are you okay?” he managed, his voice husky with the sensation.
He wanted to thrust himself further, deep into his bowels but he wouldn’t move until Carlos gave the okay. He never wanted to hurt him.
“I um yea. Just go slow.”
James nodded and carefully pushed himself until he was completely inside. His eyes watered with need as he fought not to start pummeling his ass. The things he did for the guy he loved.
To ease things, he nibbled at Carlos’s earlobe to the spot just below that he remembered got to him. It worked and after some time Carlos relaxed.
“James?”
“Yea?”
“Fuck me.”
That was all he needed. He began with a slow pace, again to accommodate his lover but soon Carlos was mewling and begging him to go faster. So he did. When Carlos called his name he went harder. When Carlos bit him he lost it. Pumping hard he gripped those Latin hips and held him down as he proceeded to fuck the hell out of him. James cursed as he did so, never having lost control like this before.
Carlos took it eagerly, gripping James’s hair as he matched him buck for thrust. Sweat poured down his face as he spat; “Give it to me, Diamond! Fuck me James!”
His Latin lover was a bit spicy in bed. James found he liked that very much. When he hit a special spot inside, Carlos screamed. James beat into it until he felt that ass beginning to clamp around him. He grabbed Carlos’s prick and pumped as he thrust until his love was shooting yet again.
The white fluid was everywhere. All over their bellies, their chests and it kept coming. The Latino couldn’t speak, making noises that threatened to tip James off the precipice. He wasn’t ready to cum yet so he switched up his pace, steady yet punishing, and found great pleasure in the way Carlos’s body shook with each thrust. James pulled him closer, bore into his mouth. Carlos kissed right back.
“I fucking love you,” the Latino breathed into his lips.
His words hit their mark.
“I love—” you too, James started to say but his body snapped and suddenly he was cumming hard, so hard that he had to clutch his partner to keep from falling over. He groaned from deep within, his vision growing spotty. The power of it was nearly blinding.
After he’d emptied himself into Carlos’s inside, James took a moment to breath. He pressed his forehead against his love’s and they caught their breaths together.
“You…are amazing,” he told Carlos before kissing him again.
“Me? I was just trying to keep up with you, Ladiesman.”
James chuckled at the name.
“I think we can both agree you’re nothing like a lady. No, you’re all man. And all mine.”
That earned a shy smile in response.
“And you’re all mine?”
James nodded.
“I’ve always been yours. Ever since that night.”
He brushed Carlos’s warm cheek.
“A lot of other people would disagree with that James.”
He was talking about his history. His many sexual exploits. It was bound to come up.
“You don’t feel comfortable with my past.”
“I’ve known you long enough to know none of that was serious. What’s done is done but…I mean how am I supposed to compare to all of them?”
Carlos was vulnerable all of a sudden.
“Here I am the only experience I have is dry humping you when we were fourteen and you’ve got this resume of girls and I bet guys too. They probably knew things that I don’t. Did things that I—”
“Carlos, look at me.”
Anxious Latin eyes met his. James was sure to gaze hard, communicating the sincerity of his words.
“Nobody and I mean NOBODY can compare to you. Okay?”
“Okay.”
He glanced down at his lap then tentatively back to his bandmate.
“So you’re saying I rocked your world?” a smile played on his lips.
James returned it whole-heartedly.
“Oh yea. You definitely did that.”
His playful Carlitos was back.
“Good cuz you rocked mine too.”
“I know,” he replied with fake smugness.
“And I can’t wait to do it again.”
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