Title: The Night Is Young by Courtney (fall into your sunlight)

Summary: Kendall and James finally have it all figured out... and it started with a road trip.

Inspired loosely by We Could Take To The Highway by The Brat Prince (i reccomend you all reading this, it's amazing) and The Hangover (one of my favorite movies lol).

Warning: slash, language, drug usage, mentions of abuse/rape, mentions of self-mutilation, and smut.

A/N: new story! :D so the rating for this might bounce around, but as of right now it's staying at T and if some chapters are too…mature I'll give them a warning. And I don't want to say too much without giving a whole lot away so just read :D

Prologue

The sun rose along the horizon, streaking sunlight through the dusty second floor bedroom window. Kendall Knight squinted as he felt the intensity burn his closed eyelids and shifted in his bed. As he did so, he felt himself brush against something- or someone- and he slowly cracked his eyes open. As soon as they opened, they widened in shock and he almost screamed.

Laying in his bed, spooned against him, naked, was his best friend James Diamond.

At that moment one thought ran through Kendall's mind: 'What the fuck happened last night?'

Was he tripping out again, tweaking? Did he drink to much? His head strangely wasn't pounding with pain so he ruled those options out. But then what happened? Slowly, Kendall lifted up the heavy blanket covering his body and then winced. He was naked as well, and there were various… hickeys, he assumed, all over him. Reaching for the first pair of boxers he saw, Kendall slipped them on and cautiously climbed out of the bed. The blonde boy didn't know what to do now. He was confused, scared, and could barely remember the night before. He looked around the room in hopes of remembering something, anything, from last night. Scattered around the floor were empty brown bottles with long necks- 'So we were drinking'- a half empty pack of cigarettes were next to them as well as…. a small tube of lube and an empty condom wrapper. Kendall suddenly couldn't breathe as the smell of sweat and sex finally became relevant to his senses.

Kendall's phone vibrated and he quickly reached down to pick it up upon seeing the words 12 VMAILS on his front screen. Confused, Kendall called his voicemail and listened to his messages.

Kendall stared at his phone confused and James mumbled something incoherently from his spot on the bed, causing the blonde nearly jumped out of his skin. The brunette boy shivered slightly and pulled the blanket up to his chin. "…back…cold." he muttered out.

"Wh-what?" Kendall stuttered, swallowing thickly.

"Come back, I'm cold." James said more clearly, his eyes still shut. He shifted in bed and then winced. "And sore." he mumbled.

"Where are you sore?" Kendall asked.

"My ass."

Kendall groaned softly, then took a deep breath. "James… do you remember anything from last night?"

"What do you mean?" James opened his eyes and looked around the room. He saw the beer bottles, the cigs, Kendall in his boxers looking petrified, a condom wrapper, lube… his eyes widened almost as wide as Kendall's had. "Oh my-"

"I know." Kendall interrupted.

"What did we-"

"I don't know exactly… but I have an idea." Kendall was speaking softer now. Cautiously he took a seat on the bed next to James, who flinched away slightly from him. "James…we fucked-"

"No kidding." James muttered.

"Up." Kendall rolled his eyes. "Fucked up."

"Right." James said softly, nodding. He took a deep breath and looked around the room once more. "Maybe we shouldn't have left California."

A/N: ok, short, I know, but this was mainly to set the mood for the story and to give you some insight as to what's going on. Thoughts? (: