Note: This is an alternate universe where the boys aren't in a band.
James P.O.V.
I walked out of school with Carlos, as excited as a child. Grabbing my phone out of my pocket I texted Logan, who was already at hone as he had a free seventh, that lucky bitch.
James: Hey me and Carlos are coming over ok?
Logan: Yah sure. My bro's here, though. Hope you don't mind.
James: Nah, no biggie.
YES HIS BROTHER WAS AT HOME. Now I have a confession. I'm a closet gay. As in I'm 120% sure that Im into guys but I hadn't told anyone yet. And I had a crush on my best friend older brother, Kendall, who was outwardly gay and sexy as hell. But being as he was two years older than me and so out of my league I knew I had a zero percent chance of getting it, if you know what I mean ;).
I nudged Carlos. "We're going to Logan's k?"
He just shrugged, and we proceeded to walk to Logan's house, which was literally across the street, Like actually it was maybe 50 feet away? Cray cray.
We walked in, and almost immediately my heart stopped. There he was, the object of my dreams, the playtoy of my fantasies. Kendall was lying on the couch,shirtless, his laptop balanced ln his chest. Literally his abs were God's gift to gays.
I muttered a hello as I walked past his to Logan's room, like I always to, but this time he responded differently. This time he actually looked up at me, and stared me down, with his dark smoldering eyes. If eye sex was possible that is what would have been happening.
Trying not to blush, I quickly made my way to Logan's room, where we proceeded to,as usual, do very little homework and a lot of shit Finally, maybe an hour later, both Logan and Carlos stood up. "Hey James," Logan began. "Me and Carlos have to go meet with our English group for a couple minutes and then we should be back. You cool with that?" My hert burst. Be alone with the man of my dreams? Of course I'm cool with that!
When the boys left, I casually moved my stuff to the kitchen so I could be closer to him. I think he noticed, and it wasn't long before he rewarded me with his presence. Taking out a bottle drink, he closed the fridge and came to stand right behind me. He was close, so close, I could almost feel him touching me. I turned around, and was immediately confronted by his tan chest. I knew Kendall had tattoos but until now I had never seen any of them clearly. It was beautiful really. It looked as if he hadn't put any thoughtinto it, a perfect disarray of items. There was an eagle there, a knife there, and the most intriguing item, was on his left shoulder blade, where his skin was already viciously scarred. Among the dark scar lines I was finally able to make out that it was a car and the sadness overwhelmed me. A long tine ago, Logan had told me that Kendall and their dad, had been in a car crash, and his dad had not survived. This was how Kendall choses to remember it.
I heard his breath catch, and I realized that I had begun to stroke the car tattoo. I quickly withdrew my hand, mumbling a hasty sorry. But he grabbed my hand as I tried to retreat. "No keep going." He said. "It feels good." Hesitantly, I put my hand back, watching how he visibly relaxed when I stroked him. He began to speak. "You're cute." he said making me blush. "And you're gay."
I protested weakly, before reluctantly accepting the accusation. I had been gay long enough to no longer go into a deep discussion with my body everytime someone said that. Without realizing it, I began to speak. "You're hot." I said, watching his face change. OH MY GOD WHY DID I SAY THAT!!!?!?! But he only smiled.
"A hot guy, and a cute guy," he said, leaning so closes I could smell his breath. "Should fuck." Then he kissed me, harder than I had ever been kissd before. He was so rough so passionate, and his mouth hit mine with a great force. Grabbig both of my hand he leaned me back on the table, pinnign my hands on either side of me. I layed there as he worked on me, just enjoying the rush of emotions to my system. It was so passionate, so hardcore, so..." Suddenly he stopped. "You're friends are back," he growled."We'll finish this another time." He gently slapped my ass and left, leaving me with the greatest memory I've ever had.
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SORRY IM LATE AGAIN GUYS!! IM TRYING I SWEAR..LIFE IS JUST SO HARD AND IM SUPER STRESSED AND THIS IS THE ONE THING THATS MAKING ME HAPPY SO IM TRYING TO UPDATE AS OFTEN AS POSSIBLE BUT :/. THANKS FOR READING, AND SORRY AGAIN!! BAIIII! !
