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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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Kendall looked around the lobby for his missing boyfriend. He was just sitting right there! Right in that little chair beside the entrance, when he'd turned to watch Carlos and Logan getting on the elevator. So where did...
Kendall jumped a step when he felt a presence looming behind him. Smiling, he points a locative finger. "There you are. Thought I'd lost you for a minute." He ignored the pissed expression on his lover's face, he focused more on the fact that his phone was just pick-pocketted out of his pocket and flashing in his lover's grip.
"Oh look, your phone seems to be perfectly fine."
Deciding to just play it cool, he says. "I'll bet you're wondering why I hung up on you?" He sees James nodding, and continues to speak. "Okay, well... I will tell you, the minute we get up to our rooms- so, come on." He shoves his hand into James' chest pushing him so that he's moving backward through the hotel lobby.
It was as if James had lost his head right then, because he suddenly began to call out. "I thought that we meant something to each other. I thought you liked me."
"Shut up, James." He laughes dryly to the people they pass by. "He's had a little too much up all night time. I'm just gonna drop him off in bed."
The patrons in the lobby simply watched the spectical with low snickers and whispers.
"Kendaaall." James was almost whining now, a pout on his lips and sad look on his handsome face.
The most horrifying part was when the taller male wrapped his arms around Kendall's neck and began making kissy faces at him. That was all the band needed, photos of a drunk James, on top of photos of James kissing Kendall. They'd never hear the end of it from Gustavo, and they'd never stop feeling the sting from the backlash of their fans and friends. But Kendall got lucky because no sooner did the male latch firmly around him he fell somewhat asleep, since he's still muttering under his breath.
"I know, James, you mean a lot to me too." He mumbled as he pressed the button for the elevator.
He hated to stop moving because James became surprisingly heavy without a pace going. He nearly dropped him to the floor! That was really drawing in the lobby crowd as Frenchmen and tourist watched the little show going on.
"Oohhh great, that's drool... Okay... up we go, James." He tried to smile through this traumatizing situation, as he re-adjusted his friend's lounge over him. "Ahehe, hi." He says to the onlookers. "yeah... nothing interesting here. Just... go back to your- oh thank god." He hurried them onto the elevator, pressing the button for their floor. Giving the giggling crowd one last wave before the doors closed, he lets out a relieved sigh. "James, if we get out of this unscathed, I'm gonna kill you." He points down at the slumped figure sitting up in the corner.
His glare slowly faded, though. Its really hard to stay mad at the dozing male. He can't help that he got drunk... He assumes. Kendall twist his face up in wonder of what the hell he and Logan were drinking anyway- they're seventeen! Not seventy. And even though their combined age is 34, that doesn't mean they can act that way... babysitting Gustavo's mansion was different... although, with the way they managed to trash the place you would believe they were drunk. Hmm.
The ding pulled Kendall from his thoughts, and he stooped down to remove James from the floor. "Cooome on buddy. Heere we go." Slinging one of James' arms over his shoulder, he wraps his own around the taller male's waist. Leading them down the hall. "Shoot. Carlos." He shrugs his shoulder when feeling James' rousing lips pressing kisses against it. "Gotta find a way to get him out of the room, and in with Logan." Tapping his foot impatiently while trying to latch onto an idea, he mutters. "Think Kendall, think... what would get you out of a room with someone?" Snapping his fingers, he re-readjusts James, so that he's hanging from around his shoulders and pressed against his back, like a sloth on a branch, before he opens the door to his and Carlos' room.
"I tried to put him in his own room with Logan, but Logan said," He speaks from the corner of his mouth as if James' weren't going to hear that part. "he hates him; and... so now, James has nowhere to sleep."
Smiling, Carlos happily jerks over the blanket. "No problem. My bed is my buddies bed."
Cocking a brow at the weirdness of that statement, Kendall shakes it off. But before he can comment on the reply, he can feel the dead weight on his back stir.
"Mmm." James hummed, nuzzling against Kendall's back. "I feel-..."
Eyes wide from the very distinct lump he feels pressing into his buttocks, Kendall blurts out over James' mutters. "Like I'm gonna throw up- again! He already did it in the elevator... man, what a mess."
Carlos furrowed his brows at the pair. They're acting weird. "Yeah, Logan said he chugged like three glasses, and ate something that has wine baked into it... Do you need some help getting him into the bathroom?"
"Nnno!" He practically shouted and hurried towards the bathroom before James' could grind into him any more obviously than he was. "I've got it, and heeey, why don't you take his room with Logan."
"Sleep in with Logan?"
"Sure! Great idea!" Kendall shrugged a hand while lowering James to the floor. "You don't wanna be kept up all night from James-" Glancing into the bathroom where his boyfriend very loudly spilled out the contents of his stomach. "Whoa! He really is throwing up!" Declared Kendall. Hearing himself over, he adds. "I.. I mean.." He stammered. "again!"
"I guess I could go, if it's alright with Logan."
"I'm sure it's fine." He plastered a reassuring grin on his face, with an added thumbs up to ease the exit; which is practically starting to feel as though he's got Carlos by the band of his pajama pants and the scruff of his shirt collar to hurl him from the room. Which he's about to do now that James has started up again.
"I gave into everything you wanted to do." He groaned over his lean over the toilet.
Carlos' expression sagged in disgust. "Ugh. Feel better James..." Patting Kendall on the shoulder, he rushes out. "Good luck."
"Thanks." He waved until Carlos was out in the hall and out of earshot before he let the wind knock itself from his lungs, and the weight on his shoulders weigh him down. Its gonna be a longer night than he'd originally thought.
...
3 dashes to the bathroom, and a hard scrubbing of the teeth later. Kendall finally got James situated in his bed.
Letting out an annoyed sigh, he flops down on the bed. "I finally get you in my bed, and you're fall down drunk. Which is made much worse because- oh look- someone's going camping in your shorts."
"Kendall..." James whispered.
Reaching his arms out, he wraps them around the disgruntled blond and tugs him down on top of him, which in his current condition was a little awkward- at least on Kendall's end. James is so plastered he didn't really notice what state he was in. And then the smooching pecks insued. James' head bobbed up and down from the pillow to peck smooches on- well- anywhere he could reach of Kendall's face. Kendall returned them halfway invested, since he's somewhat in a headlock and not really angled for kissing.
"Yeah, mm hmm, I love you too James but," Placing his hands down on the mattress, he shoves himself up to sit beside his drunken friend. "now that you're up, we gotta get some food in you to work out the alcohol."
"I'm not hungry." Mumbled the male; smiling blissfully afterwards as if he were in the middle of a waking daydream about something really nice.
"It doesn't matter, you have to eat anyway." Replied Kendall looking over the room service menu. "I'll get you some rolls. Bread is good for soaking up everything." He declared smartly. Dialing room service, he waits for the call to come through.
James observed this through half-lidded eyes, since Kendall is standing below him at the foot of the bed, and a cocked head. That reminded him of something. "Why did you hang up on me?"
"I didn't hang up on you." Kendall replied, hanging up after placing an order for a plate of sweet cinnamon rolls and a couple croissants.
"Yes you did!" Accused James sitting up with a pointed finger, but he fell quickly back down when the room began to spin.
"James, I would have had to pick up to have hung up on you, which I didn't sooo.." He shrugged.
Pouting, a beyond grouchy look on his face, he crossed his arms to show that he's annoyed with the male. He's not gonna let Kendall's 'go with the flow' cool guy of the group personality keep him from making his point. "So why did you ignore my calls?"
"Uuumm because you were bothering me, and I could tell it was for nothing." Walking over to the bed, he takes a seat. "What did you want anyway?"
Ignoring it, or his hazed mind having not heard it, James says. "I'll bet you were with" And a phony French accent spits from his mouth as he hisses. "Benoooit. Canoodling in a booth somewhere in a dark corner." Slightly sitting up, but it looked more like a poor attempt at sit-ups with how James hit the pillow shortly after the amazing feet was performed. "A dark corner Kendall, really?! I thought you were above that."
Face scrunched in confusion, he shakes his head. "Okay. Iii'm ignoring you now, because that's clearly the alcohol talking." And now that he thought about it. "Why were you drinking anyway?"
"I didn't know that I was drinking... I mean, it tasted bad, but I didn't know it was wine."
"How could you not know what you were drinking?!" He snapped like an angry parent.
"Because I was too busy trying to get a hold of you!" He replied like the accused teenager, caught sneaking in at the wee hours of the night. "And how long after Benoit told you he's bilingual did you two start sleeping together? Because you got me doing it around- oh, let's see- date five!"
"Okay, first of all, its bisexual not bilingual. One means he can speak multiple languages, the other means he likes girls and guys."
"You bet he does." James points accusingly.
Ignoring the drunken male, Kendall goes on saying. "Second, I have no idea what you're talking about. And third, we've been together longer than five dates matter." Glancing at the door when he hears a knock, and the call, he looks back at James and mock sneers at him; kind of like how he used to do with Jo whenever she was being impossible, although, she was coherent enough to sneer back. "I'm not like that James, I date people- and not like a revolving door-" He's walking to the door, and when he opens it he says to the waiter, "Thank you." then he pulls in the cart and pays the man. Wheeling the cart over to the bed, he sets it up beside the bed then climbs on top of James' hips. "I haven't even slept with Jo... I need more time with someone before that happens. And no beret wearing Frenchmen is gonna woo me away in one night."
James' bitter expression seemed to be smoothing out into a thoughtful pout.
"Me. Kendall. Like. You boy. No one else." Leaning over he pecks James on the lips. "Now, eat this." Kendall grabbed a croissant from the table cart and shoved it into James' mouth.
Munching on it; James looks up at the blond and smiles. He felt so dumb. How could he not trust Kendall? Especially when he went all caveman on him. That usually meant that his friend meant business. It started when they were kids, just learning how to play hockey. Teddy Ortega had shoved Kendall into a bee hive- that was thankfully empty- and the blond went all caveman by pointing his figner at the male, and said in pinched anger, "Yoouuu." meaning that Teddy would pay. Which he did. The next day he, Carlos, and Logan hung Teddy by his undies from the latch on the window in the boy's room on the first floor of the school. Not only did he have a wedgie, but the entire gym class could see the boys butt pressed up against the window glass. It was hilarious. Kendall would rarely actually hurt anyone himself, so its always good to have his friends around to give him a hand.
James lay there content. Happy and at ease... until. "Where'd you get those hickeys from?" He cocks a concerned eye.
"Wow, you are drunk." Replied Kendall. "You did this!" Popping James on the side of his head, his expression read that the male deserved it because he was being impossible. "Remember this morning in the shower?" Kendall reminded him. "And it was really hard to explain to Carlos and Benoit that they were mosquito bites."
James snickered at the thought. "France has mosquitos too."
"In 53 degree weather!?"
James put on a pathetic pout in hopes to regain that sympathy he actually never had going. But it was worth a shot. "Don't be mean to me... I'm drunk."
Kendall rolled his eyes, but he couldn't help smiling. He was irritatingly cute.
"You're smiliing." James pointed out poking Kendall in the dimple with his index finger. "Does that mean you forgive me?" He grabs the male's cheeks giving them a good stretching this way and that while, answering for him with a Kendall impression. "Yes, James! Aaalways! Because you're sooo hot." Letting go, he snickers because of Kendall's laughter. "Your laugh is so sexy." He says absently, earning another laugh from the blond. "Wanna make out?"
Shoving a sweet sticky, peacan covered sticky bun into the male's mouth, Kendall replies through a chuckle. "We are making out." He could pick on the poor drunk fool all night.
"That's good..." He nods, then whispers. "I kinda thought that we were arguing." Swallowing the bite, he says. "Mmm. Can I have another bite?" He reaches for it.
Kendall set the pastry back on the tray; sucked the stickiness from his finger tips, then grabbed James' wrist pinning them up beside his head on the plump pillow. Leaning over; sure to align their hips in the process, Kendall gives James a deep very French accented kiss.
When James' breathing picked up, the deeper the kiss became, and the heavier the grind. His whole body was buzzing with the pleasureful feeling. No wonder people drank before sex on television- it makes your senses ridiculously sensative! He groaned when Kendall's lips fell to his throat; the blond's hands released his wrist so they could glide up his shirt where they ghosted over the results of his work-outs at the gym until Kendall's hands held him on the upper part of his chest. James arched into the touch of his lover's thumbs circling his nipples, right before the moisture of his tongue surprised him after the roughness of the pad of his thumb passed by. Thank you very much pickless guitar playing.
James hummed his enjoyment; putting his hands in Kendall's soft hair. Even his fingertips were sensative, feeling excitement from every strand as they brush through the thickness. If combing Kendall's hair with his fingers felt this good, and receiving kissing that shook him before but are earthquaking him now, James could only imagine if the two were to connect again right now... that would be- well- orgasmic! For lack of a better word with his swimming brain.
"What?" Asks Kendall nibbling his lover's ear.
"I said, let's do it." James whispered again, although he didn't repeat himself. What he'd said originally was much more vulgar than "let's do it", something along the lines of fucking him through the bed.
The drunk male made a pleased hum when Kendall snickered in his ear. "Believe me, I'd love to but... you're mentally still in the lobby, aaand we don't have protection." He kissed James on the lips, then his chin.
"But we get it in our mouths, so why does it matter where else?"
Kendall actually had to stop and think about that. Whereas neither of them have gone above and beyond to swallow the stuff, they didn't mull over taking any down while doing the act. Maybe he could... No. No. Its wrong right now! Its wrong! ...Right? He knew that if he even had to question himself than maybe they were on to something. No. No. Its crazy. Besides, Kelly and Gustavo know... maybe they wouldn't feel weird about going to the lobby gift shop and seeing if maybe they have condoms, and lube, or maybe they'd make a run to the store? And even before he finished those sentences, he knew it wasn't possible. It'd be like asking his Mom for-...
"Whoa, don't finish that sentence." He told himself.
Half asleep, James mumbled. "What sentence?"
"Nothing."
The two press their lips together again; neither can ignore that its got more fever to it than before. Their grind has gotten that much more frantic. They know they're hopeless when even the prospect of having sex has got them this worked up. The heat rose, persperation formed, and they lay panting against each other wanting more.
"We should probably get undressed," Kendall pants, rough handling James' gut while working the button and zipper from his suit pants. "we don't wanna stain our clothes."
They undressed in a hurry; clothes land on the opposite side of the bed where the cart can't get knocked over, or landed on. Both lost hold of their senses when their skin touched. Their movement boyant and in full swing of using the others body as a slip-n-slide. And James had the nerve to mention his laugh; James was doing a pretty good job murdering his ears, and putting a harder strain on his manhood with the way he's whispering in plead between kisses, "Please." and
"Kendall, please." He wished he could burn his name being pleaded in pleasure to a cd, or add it to his iPod. It would play after every song in the line-up. The sound of it, and the feeling of being desired that much was just too heady... so heady that he couldn't stop himself from grabbing James' length and his own to start coating himself.
He'll regret it in the morning, when James realizes what happened between them. That it went on, sort of, without his honest consent. Worse because there is nothing between them... nothing to stop the bad parts. Nothing to staunch the good parts making it that much more palpable and better. Nothing. Nothing but feeling. Raw and there. And he held tightly to James, kissing him all over his collarbone and neck as he moved into him... slowly, and deep. James only grunted as his barrier had been gone through. And Kendall waited. He knew how much it stung, so he didn't wanna make James see stars too soon just because he's drunk, and right now doesn't realize he's got his legs coiled around Kendall's hips like a snake squeezing its pray.
James muttered something incoherently then opened his eyes. Smiling up at Kendall, who looked troubled, he cups his face and snickers. "I'm pretty good at it, right?"
Smiling, Kendall nods. "The best."
"Awesome." He closes his eyes and re-adjust his hips. He seemed mildly aware of something new going on down there, but he didn't care. He wanted the ocean to start carrying him away again. Holding Kendall's bicep, he gives it a reassuring rub. "Come on."
Taking in an unsure breath, he kisses James on the lips softly and sweetly. When that hazel gaze set itself upon him, he says to James sympathetically. "We're never gonna get this right, are we?"
"Probably not." Chuckled James, he felt heavy and drowsy.
Snickering, he says. "I'm sorry."
They laugh through breathlessly good kisses, heated, shiver makingly good touches to each other, and a very slow, very wonderful, enternally gripping coupling in and out.
...
Kendall was not about to repeat yesterday. He got out of bed with James around 4 a.m. and dragged himself to the bathroom where he showered and then dressed. He gets back into bed, but it's Carlos' bed, and he laid there staring at the ceiling waiting for sleep to take over. Last night was... the best. But it wasn't perfect. Not that he thinks that sort of thing ever comes out perfectly, but he'd at least like to know they're on the same page, pace, and can both say it was something special. Maybe he can plan out a date. It was easy to do when they were back in L.A. But out here... when would they ever get chances to be alone? Kendall thought it over, and thought it over, and before he could come up with the proper solution, he fell back asleep.
Holding his head, James slowly blinked awake. It felt like someone had taken his brain out and filled his head with sticky, jiggling pudding instead. His mouth was a cotton swab of dryness, and he was definitely hurting for a drink. Looking around with heavy, muddy, sticky eyeballs, he instantly knew that he wasn't in his own room. The window is on the opposite wall from his and Logan's room. What happened? Last thing he remembers is... getting dressed, and shoving his elbow into Logan's ribs for taking his phone when they were having dinner. Turning his head, he sees Kendall laying beside him on Carlos' bed. A small smile appeared across his lips. That's right. He was trying to call Kendall because he was worried about him stepping out with that French guy.
Trying to sit up, he quit that plan. The room seemed to let go of its ceiling and drop hundreds of pounds of plaster on top of his head. Ugh. What did he have to eat? Or rather what did he have to drink? He can remember Maely laughing, and saying he could put drinks away.
'Did I get drunk last night?' He wonders. Rubbing a hand absently down his torso, he looks down when it doesn't come into contact with his boxer shorts. Not to mention the odd texture on the usually smoothly bumpy trail. 'New developement.. I'm naked.' Looking again over at his lover he notes that his clothes are changed, but he's not naked. "Ooh food." Reaching for the cart of pastries, he plucks one off then sticks it in his mouth. 'A little stale, but not inedible.' Setting the bitten roll back onto the tray, he lays on his back.
Kendall made an involentary sound in his throat, before he slowly awoke from the dream world.
"Are you up?" James' dry voice rasped and broke.
Cracking an eye, he looks over at James. "Somewhat."
"I just..." Clearing his voice he continues. "I just wanna tell you that, I was afraid that I would lose you."
"Why?"
"Because you wouldn't answer your phone."
Kendall opened both eyes and rolled them to the ceiling, or the wall, since he's laying down. He expected the repeated conversation since James wasn't exactly all there last night. "James, it would have been pointless answering my phone because it was really loud in there. I would have barely heard you... if I'd of even heard it ring."
"But then you turned it off."
"I turned it off because it was buzzing in my pocket."
"And my text?"
"Didn't make any sense. Here," He sits up and removes his phone. "this is what you sent to me last night." He hands his phone over to James' open hand. "You were that drunk."
James looked over the text and Kendall was right, it didn't say one word correctly... at least there was a 'wh' to start a word. That had to count for something, right? Sighing, he closed his eyes to hide his embarrassment and shame. "I'm sorry."
Kendall shrugged. "Its okay. We already made up last night."
James nods, then asks suspiciously. "Iiis that why I'm... naked?"
"Mhm." Kendall takes a seat on Carlos' bed.
He seemed fine with that, then with a mischivious grin he asks. "Was I good?"
Snickering, Kendall replies. "You were the best." Looking at the clock, he quickly dodges James' advancing on him by leaping from the bed. "Its eight o'clock. We have to get ready for sightseeing, we've only got four hours before our flight to Japan. So get showered, get dressed, and I'm gonna call Mom and Katie while you do it alooone." He shoves James' woosy, wobbling body towards the bathroom. "And stay on your feet." He called in after him before closing the door.
James needed the shower. He smelled like sex, and sleep. Not to mention his head is pounding now that he's vertical. Why do people drink anyway. The end result is such a pain. And every one of his senses is on edge; even the hiss of the shower water is banging around in his ears. His skin burned beneath the hot flow of water, other places burned too. Rubbing his lower back, he stood beneath the spray and just let it hit him. Washing was a hassle with his heavy limbs wanting nothing more than to stay at his sides, but he pushed through the drowsy hang-over haze and washed himself.
It slowly came to him that something was... off when he washed his rear-end. Something suspiciously... new. Then it came back to him in the smallest flash. Kendall holding him under the knee, helping him get his legs around his waist rather than having Kendall continue sitting on his lap. He... they... How could he?! They made rules, and certain promises!
The shower curtain slid over with an angry thwak! When the bathroom door opened, Kendall was frozen in creep mode trying to make a hasty retreat. He didn't think last night would come back to James so quickly. At least not before he could explain it. But it would seem the luck he had last night, existed only then.
"What did you do?!" James ground out standing in the bathroom door, dripping wet, and sporting a death glare.
Turning around, Kendall shrugged and said lamely with a shrug. "Nothing that you didn't want me to do."
"You're dead."
Kendall ran for the closet rather than the door, and James bounded over the beds to get at him, but Kendall had a lot more coordination since he doesn't have a hang-over. So darting back through the room to the dresser, he was beyond shocked when James managed to cut him off.
Kendall extended a hand and said very authoratively. "Don't chase me."
Looking down at the hand just close enough to touch him, James shook his head. "That isn't gonna work."
"Worth a shot." He tried to get passed him, but James tackled him to the floor.
The two wrestle and roll through grunting struggle.
"Get off!" Kendall laughed.
"No. Not until you apologize!"
Chuckling, just to mess with him, Kendall says. "No." He curled in when James' fist popped him in the gut. It wasn't a hard punch, just a warning pop of 'stop messing around'.
"Apologize!" James went in for another attack, only this time with tickles.
"I said it last night!" Kendall chuckled.
"Nothing from last night counts." Getting up from his straddle around Kendall's hips, James hurries over to the small fridge that holds the ice bucket. "Apologize, or this ice goes down your pants." He mounts the still sprawled out male a second time. "You violated our deal!"
Kendall couldn't get a word out laughing at the situation, although he was coherant enough to shield himself from James' threat to dump cold ice and its leaky water down his pants. But in his current state of a fit of laughter, he couldn't keep his lover from unbuttoning his jeans and holding open his boxer shorts.
"Nnno! No! No!"
"Say you're sorry!"
"What the...?"
The pair freeze up and look to the door where Logan and Carlos are standing; their friend's gazes are hot with assumptions and thoughts. How could they not look that way with Kendall on the floor with his pants undone and his boxers being held open by James, who's seated on him and naked!
Head tilted back to see them, Kendall's expression looks bleak before he says. "This looks bad, doesn't it?"
"Yeah." Nods Carlos and Logan.
"And I think you'd better start explaining."
Taking the lead, James says. "I was planning on dumping this bucket of ice down Kendall's pants, because he had the nerve to let the alarm clock go off this morning knowing that I have a HUGE headache from last night. And then, as if the clock weren't bad enough, he flushed the toilet on me when I was in the shower!"
Kendall looked impressed with James' explanation. He'd buy it if he were on the opposite side of this secret relationship.
"Uuum, well, that sucks but... we kinda have a 'no ice down each other's pants' code, so.." Logan walks into the room, Carlos in tow and they grab James up under his damp arms to remove him from Kendall.
"You're gonna have to get Kendall back some other..." Turning his head, Logan adds. "But first,"
He and Carlos say in unison. "Put some clothes on."
Looking down, he grimaces. "Right. Just need a minute." He gives Kendall a threatening look telling him that the matter at hand was not over.
At which Kendall nodded his understanding.
"Why can't we leave you two alone together without you fighting?" Logan takes a seat.
"Hey, I was up with James half the night watching out for waves of vomit." Kendall lied. "I'm owed a couple blares from the alarm clock, and a flushed toilet while James is in the shower." He shrugged. "I was only trying to cheer him up from being embarrassed about getting drunk."
"I wish someone would have cheered me up." Logan pouted. "All I got was an angry nights rest, and another e-mail from Camille... don't include that in the bad part."
"Camille got an acting job." Carlos explains to Kendall who doesn't yet know.
All the while he's speaking, Kendall is listening but he's also stealing glances at the bathroom door where James is continuing his shower. He really hopes that James isn't too mad about it. All joking aside, it was pretty sneaky of him to do that last night, but they both agreed to it... sort of.
'Rrr. What was I thinking. He was drunk!' Kendall scolds himself. 'I should have just gone to sleep with him. He was about to fall asleep anyway.'
"She looked pretty cute in that wedding dress too." Logan ends the conversation.
Kendall looked smacked with a snowball, since he zoned out and had no clue what they were talking about beyond "Camille got a job.".
"Awesome. So where are we going?" Kendall changes subject when James emerged from the bathroom, fully dressed, and still looking a little ticked.
"To the lobby!" Declares Carlos with his fingers raised in the air.
He and Logan exit the room, with Kendall and James following. James is shooting stern glares at Kendall telling them they'd have some words later. Kendall only laughed dryly and walked out of the room, mumbling to himself about it being the best winter tour ever.
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"Okay, first things first," Logan opens a map he's printed out from the hotel's copier/printer located in the lounge where they all now stand. "We hit the Louvre museum, then the L'Opera Bastille or Palais Garnier opera house- because Carlos wants to, then,"
"Hold on, hold on" James waves his hands back and forth in protest. "...Can't we see the opera first? That way, the museum visit will be over once we've heard the fat lady sing?"
The insult wasn't missed on Logan's part, but he just snipped at him through facial contortions and a dry laugh. "Well, where in Paris are we gonna find an indoor water park, with heated water?" He mocks in return, of James' ridiculous request of a tourist location.
"Wait a minute? There's a place like that here?" Carlos asks, raising his hand as if he were in school and wanted the teacher to notice him. "I change my vote to what James picked."
"Alright!" He high-fives his best buddy.
"Yeah, why don't you two split up from us and go find it." Logan mocked.
"We'll need a map." Carlos reached for the one Logan possessed.
Jerking it out of reach, the flustered male snapped at the pair. "There is no water park!"
"Alright, alright." Carlos backed off. "No need to get so worked up." Getting the subject back on-hand, he starts saying. "So after the opera, weee...?"
"Go to Kendall's choice, which is Parc de la Villette for the music museum. We all agree on seeing the Eiffel Tower and once James stops choosing stupid as his sightseeing location, we'll be done byyyy." He checks the time. "Next Thursday."
"We better get going." Kendall suggests. Looking over his shoulder, he spots Gustavo and Kelly reading casually and doing something with a pile of files. "You guys wanna come with us?" He asks.
Gustavo laughed to himself, before saying. "Like I'd be stuck getting into one of you dawgs' hare-brained schemes, that will end up having us either lost in Paris, or missing our flight to Japan."
"I have to go over the schedules and things." Kelly replies with a shrug.
"Okay."
"Why is James wearing sunglasses?"
"I'm being..." He looked around for help.
"A blind mime on the streets of Paris!" Blurted Carlos, receiving looks of disbelief and annoyance.
He shrugged. "Maybe a model?"
Kendall butted-in by throwing out there. "He doesn't wanna be mobbed by fans, that's all."
Gustavo looked as though he didn't believe that for a second, so he re-iterated. "Yeah, like I said, I want no part of that."
Nodding, the small crowd then moves to the exit.
"And remember to be back within four hours, or we're leaving without you." Threatened the one person who really couldn't just choose to leave without them.
But they took the comment seriously enough as they head out the door, in a wave of goodbyes.
...
The streets of Paris are flooded with tourist and natives alike. Big Time Rush wasn't sure of how they wanted to get around, but luckily Kelly caught them before they left the hotel and ordered them a touring bus. It would help a lot and get them around faster than walking. Maybe they would get to see all the things they wanted and it wouldn't even be Wednesday. The large blue van rolled along down the trafficed streets exposing the area to them in a whoosh of colors, buildings, and people.
"I can't believe that we're really gonna see an opera!" Carlos declares gleefully as he climbs from the car when it parks.
The building was amazingly modern for an opera house. It actually looked like a plane terminal. The entire building is made up of reflective glass windows, showing off the bright morning sky. The doors even slide open! Carlos, hell all of them, expected something very old world. Renaissance. Not... this. Do they even still show operas here? Maybe they got the wrong building? But the driver assured them that this was the place.
"Okay. Let's get some seats then." Kendall walks through the door only to have Logan pull him back out.
"What about tuxes?" He wonders outloud.
The four look down at their attire. Definitely not Little Lord Fauntleroy, that was for sure. Hmm...
"Maybe they won't care?" Carlos threw out there.
"I didn't come this far to stand around in the door way, besides look..." Points James with his whole hand at a couple walking in. "He's not wearing a suit. Let's just go in so I can sit down again."
"Still sick from the car ride?" Logan asks.
"Still sick from dinner."
"We told you not to drink." He repremanded.
"I didn't know I was drinking!"
Hands up between the two friends, who were clearly ready to go all 'I demand satisfaction' on one another, Kendall says calmingly. "Let's just forget about yesterday, and focus on having a good time."
"Guys!" Carlos called from the door. "They'll give us suit jackets to wear over our clothes! Come on, its about to start!"
...
The opera was like nothing they've ever been through. It happened sort of in stages. One minute they were bored, slouched in their seats and waiting for it to end, then they were leaning forward, scoffing at the male actor who just told his long lost lover that he's married! Then they were laughing through a bar scene to the point that they almost fell from their seats. The crying came when Amelia lost her child to the cold streets of Paris. Bye the end of it the four were about to see it again, until they heard the driver blow the car horn. On to the next one!
The Louvre was just as they hoped it was... very old looking, and very big. The four boys snapped pictures of themselves standing in front of it, and the building on its own. A native even took a shot for them so that they'd all be in a photo together.
The place was crowded but not so much that you'd leave the moment you felt someone brush into you, because its spacious enough that it isn't likely to happen. Walking around, they see statues and paintings. Vases. One statue caught James' eye in particular: Cupid's Kiss. A woman is laying topless on her side, nothing but cloth covering her nether region, while her breast are covered by a young winged man, who wrapped his arm around them. The two are looking at each other with great adoration... or possibly great lust with the way the woman's head is thrown back, and her hands are on the back of his head. The pretty boy raised his glasses, so that his hung-over glassy eyes could get a better look. Where were all the art pieces with exposed... Ah! There's one. Venus de Milo.
"Is is wrong that she still looks hot without any arms?" James asks Kendall when the male appeared beside him.
Kendall cocked his head and thought it over. "I just wanna know why the arms are off."
James was struck with wondering the same thing, right up until the flash went off on Kendall's camera. "See any good paintings?"
"Yup. Ahright this way."
The two stand before a picture titled: A portrait of an old man and his grandson Ghirlandaio. The two snicker amongst themselves over the Grandson's name and the fact that with that long curly hair, the child looks girly.
"I saw the Mona Lisa inperson; Camille's gonna freak out."
"I saw The Bather." Announced Carlos.
"Where?" Asks the other three members of Big Time Rush.
In a second they were snickering at the painting of a woman, bare, with her back turned, seated on what looked to be a bed. The funniest part was the bonnet on her head, as well as the bringing back of crack.
The next stop was to the Eiffel Tower where they paid to ride the elevator because James was too sluggish to take the 300 some odd stairs to the second floor. The view was spectacular! They could see just about everywhere from up there. Looking down wasn't nearly as great, cause when they did it, they all felt a touch of James' woosiness.
"I should have taken the stairs." Groaned James.
He's really bringing the room down. He should have stayed behind with Gustavo and Kelly and just slept his hang-over away.
Feeling sorry for the male, Logan gives his friend's back a rub. "We should get something to eat, there's a restaurant at the foot of the tower."
"French money sure is big." Announces Carlos checking their budget. Its his job to keep one dollar from every place they go. He has a British pound, and now a French franc. He can't wait to get his hands on some yen!
"Eating, that sounds..." He watched the elevator coming up and his stomach lurched again. "like its not the best idea, right now."
"Sure it is!" Kendall pats James on the shoulder before resting his hand there. "We can get something to knock the effects right out of you."
...
The three wound up waiting for James, who chose to take the stairs because if he planned on eating riding the elevator was out of the question. He finally made his way to the bottom after ten minutes of walking time passed.
"Are you sure you wouldn't rather go back to the hotel and sleep it off?" Asks Kendall.
James nodded.
"Okay. Let's eat." Opening the door for Carlos, Logan, and James, Kendall passes through after his friends.
The restaurant was breath-takingly fancy! Polished ceilings, floors, of brown wood. Square tables with square plates sit empty and waiting for someone to occupy it. The wait staff looked pressed and immaculate with their high collar burgundy vest over white shirts, with black slacks.
"Follow me to a table." Says one of them as he leads them through the restuarant.
"Look, you can see the kitchen." Carlos points out while snapping a photo.
The others admired the view. Taking a seat, they look over the menu. Happy to see that its in english as well as french they make their order for a large quiche for the table. That should cure James. Nothing says feel better like comfort food. And after two big slices of bacon quiche, the pretty boy was feeling much better. He even took off his sunglasses! No more glassy look in his eyes, at least the bathroom mirror said so. Splashing his face to refresh himself, he pulled out his lucky comb and did some damage control. There. He looks more like himself now. Grinning at his reflection, he sees his reflection give him a wink and gun back.
"So where to next?" He asks when returning to the table.
"To music park." Logan checks the list.
"What time is it?" Carlos looks at his watch. "Not much left to look around for a long time." He declared with an apologetic look to Kendall. The opera did take up a good amount of their sightseeing time.
"Its okay. James couldn't make up his mind, so we'll look around and go straight back to the hotel."
"Oh, alright."
"But we don't have much time so..." Dropping the money on the table, Logan taps his watch to inform them that they'd better get moving right at that moment.
The park was better than they'd expected. People were playing all kinds of instruments, and showing off all kinds of new ones they've never seen before. It was amazing! Harps. Guitars. Flutes. Any kind of playable instrument you could imagine. They touched anything and everything that wasn't nailed down or display-cased; unfortunately for the, hand clapping, picture snapping, crowd, halfway through a very chill performance of 'Better With You' Logan caught sight of his watch and shouted.
"We're gonna be late!"
In an hurried panic the four band members tore through the park to get to their waiting car. It was worse than London, in London they were only leaving because of fans chasing them, this was a race against the clock!
"There's the driver!" They all shout as the man is just about to pull out.
They said they'd be back within the hour, its pushing well into another half hour wait. The man went wide-eyed when the four slammed into the car so violently that if it were a cartoon they'd surely have tipped the thing.
"Drive!" They command instantly; not even really seated or with seatbelt on.
They weren't the least bit surprised to find Kelly and Gustavo are already in the lobby with their suitcases checking out. The boy's found their bags, thankfully, packed up for them and waiting beside their boss'.
"You were one minute away from being tracked down, killed, and then left behind."
Thinking about that, Carlos put up a very pish-posh finger when asking. "How would us being left behind matter once we're dead?"
Eyes razoring to slits behind his yellow glass goggles, Gustavo sucks in a breath before shouting at them. "Get in the van!"
"Right!"
Retrieving their bags from the messy pile they've been left in, Big Time Rush exits the lobby, hearing their boss say they've conquered another piece of Europe.
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Author's Note: *sipping tea* Don't look at me, this chapter was a filler. ^_^ I promise the next one will be more lively.
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