Blood Addicted Killers

Going For the Kill

Chapter 2

*One week prior*

*James’ POV*

            We sat in the studio together, Kendall and I that is. The other guys had left and been gone for about an hour or so. Kendall was finally done with a song he’d started writing earlier; he closed his music book and put down his guitar. I lifted my arm u and gestured with my pointer finger for him to come to him.

            With a smile and a bit of a blush Kendall made his way over to where I was sitting across the room in an arm chair. I pulled him into my lap and wrapped an arm around his back for support and let the other rest in his lap.

            “I’m glad you’re finally done with that music,” I said to him as I placed a sweet kiss on his lips. I rested my head on top of his and closed my eyes for a moment. In all my years on the earth, I had never felt as happy as I was whenever I was with Kendall.

            “Next time I’ll get more done faster if you don’t stare at me the whole time,” he said. I smirked. “I’m serious James, you’re a huge distraction.”

            “Well, now that you’re done, let’s distract you from the stress, huh?” I pulled him closer to me and tightened my grip on him. I thought I saw him smile a bit. “Want to have some fun tonight Kenny? I’ll make all the stress go away,” I whispered hotly in his ear. I watched him shiver a bit at my comment and smiled in satisfaction.

            Kendall and I aren’t just about sex, we have a steady relationship. We’re very happy with each other, and don’t have to have sex to have fun. But, it has been a long time since we have, and I miss that part of him. The monster in me hungers for it.

            I began to kiss his neck earning a few moans from his lips, I wasn’t surprised when I heard myself moan a bit in response to hearing him. “J-James, not here,” Kendall said turning so that we were completely face to face now.

            “Why not?” I asked feeling a bit sad.

            Kendall noticed the look in my eyes that I know wore, the look that always screams at him ‘You’re neglecting me’. “James, I want you. But somebody could walk in. Why don’t we go back to my place for the night? Okay?” Kendall tried to negotiate.

            “Alright,” I said, my grip loosening from him. Kendall stood up and held his hand out to me, I took it gladly and we went out to his car. Hand in hand, fingers intertwined we walked through the parking lot.

            Even though it was dark out, we lived in L.A. and nothing in L.A. is really that dark. There’s street lights, and cars, office buildings, and off course Paramount Pictures. I noticed a guy walking a short distance away from us, something seemed off about him.

            “Kendall, there’s a paparazzi following us,” I said breaking our hold on each other’s’ hands. The press didn’t know about us, and we wanted to keep it that way. We ran back inside the building and back to the quiet room we were previously in.

            “Do you think they saw us?” Kendall asked sounding worried as he started to pace the room.

            I sat down on the couch that Kendall had sat on earlier while working. I placed myself as if I were going to stretch out, back against the arm. I stretched out my legs slightly, legs not flag to couch, and knees still up. “Come here Kendall,” I said motioning towards him. He took his place between my legs, back against my stomach and rested his on my shoulder.