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James' POV

"Jesus Christ, Kendall. What the fuck do you think you're doing?" I practically growled at my boyfriend as I caught him trying to lift a box with one hand, his other still in a cast.

"I've been out of the hospital for a month! I can carry a small box from the living room down the hall."

There was a slight edge of irritation to his voice, which I could honestly understand. He likely could carry the small box that distance, but I didn't want to take any chances.

"Set it down." I replied as I walked away from the oven. I'd just put our dinner in when I caught him.

"James…"

"Kendall…" I cocked a brow at him as I walked his way.

"Ugh! Fine. I hate you." A half-smile curled his lips as he set the box on the end table.

"No, you don't."

"You're smothering me."

"I'm taking care of my man." I told him as I wrapped my arms around his waist.

"I love you." He said as he nuzzled my neck. That's what I wanted right there.

"I love you, too. Come on." I nodded toward the bedroom. "You should lie down for a little while."

He groaned.

"You have James Fucking Diamond taking care of you. Are you really going to complain?" I asked as I led him to our bedroom.

He'd been staying with me the past couple of weeks since he'd gotten out of the hospital, but I'd officially moved all his stuff in today with the help of Kevin, Lucy, Dak, and Carlos.

"It's hard for me to feel helpless." He pouted when we approached the bed.

I began unbuttoning his shirt, then slipped it off his shoulders.

"I know, Ninja. You want to be the one taking care of everyone else...the one fixing everyone. Let the rest of us play hero from time to time." I worked on his sweats next, pulling them off him so he stood there in nothing but his underwear.

"You wanna be my hero?" He asked with a playfulness to his voice that I loved. There was my guy.

"Yes, I do. Though I'm pretty sure I already am."

He chuckled and then sat on the edge of the bed. "Yeah, you are."

"Lie down." I told him.

When he did, I lay beside him, still fully dressed. My dick was already hard being this close to him. I wanted him so fucking badly. I always wanted him. He had a small scar from where he'd had surgery. Despite nearly a month going by, I could still see faint bruising in some places.

I winced thinking about the fact that I could have lost him.

"I saw that." He frowned. "I'm fine. And I'm sorry I'm grumpy, but I'm losing my mind here. I can't help move my stuff into our place. Hell, you won't even have sex with me because you're scared of hurting me. We haven't fucked since before I went out of town. I'm missing your dick." He reached out and grabbed my cock with his good hand.

"Oh, fuck." I moaned. I was really fucking horny too, so I got where he was coming from.

"Or your ass. I can remind you how good it feels when someone plays with your prostate."

"What makes you think I haven't been doing that to myself?" I tried to tease him when what I really wanted was to spread his legs and take his hole.

He stopped. "You have not."

I looked at him through sheepish eyes.

"You motherfucker!"

He tried to roll away from me but I grabbed him, loud laughter tumbling out of my mouth.

"I'm kidding. I haven't fingered myself. I've only come when we jerked or sucked each other off. I promise." We hadn't even done those two things very much. Just a couple of times in the past week.

He quickly rolled on top of me, too fast for him to move, if you asked me.

"You're going to hurt yourself." I told him.

"Shut up and fuck me." Kendall slammed his mouth onto mine. I wrapped my arms around him, savoring the taste of him on my tongue.

He was so damn familiar by now. I knew every inch of his body. Every sound he made when we fucked. The weight of his body. The way his breath felt against my skin.

I'd lose my mind if I lost those things. I wanted to protect him, stick him in a bubble to keep him safe.

"Kendall…" I pulled away. He kissed his way down my neck.

"Please, Straighty. I need you."

I understood it then, his need to claim me again, or to be claimed again. I couldn't deny him, couldn't deny myself.

I bit into his shoulder.

"I have to do all the work." I told him.

"I love it when I get my way, Mr. Diamond."

"You always get your way, Mr. Knight." I replied as I shoved his underwear down. He sat up, tried to unbutton my pants but fumbled because of the cast.

"Goddamn it."

I laughed and he laughed and I loved moments like this-laughing and loving him.

"I'll do it." I said as I sat up, with him still on my lap and lifted my T-shirt over my head.

I pressed my mouth to his before nodding toward the bed. Kendall climbed off me and I quickly removed my pants and underwear. He clumsily stroked his cock with his good hand.

"I thought you wanted me and not your hand."

"Eh, close enough." He winked and I kissed the grin off his face.

"What do you want? What's the best way to do this?"

"Just like this." He said. "I'm craving your cock. Then we'll eat dinner and I can take you."

"Sounds good to me." Sounded fucking perfect.

He spread his legs and cocked his brow at me, a dare he knew I would take. I grabbed the lube, squirted some in my hand and then rubbed it on his pucker before pushing a finger in.

"I don't want your finger, I want your dick, Diamond. You gonna give it to me or what? Tell me you didn't lose your touch since last time."

I growled in response. He knew exactly what he was doing. Knew exactly how to play me and push my buttons and I fucking loved it.

This time, I lubed up my cock. I shoved a pillow under his hips thinking it might be easier for him to have the help.

"Jesus, you're beautiful." I said as I grabbed his erection. I didn't know how I survived before him.

"I think that's you." He replied.

"Obviously." I winked at him before I grabbed my cock and pressed it against his hole. I pushed in, past the resistance and the second I was inside, we both exhaled a breath at the same time.

He was so goddamn hot, so tight. So mine.

"Oh fuck." His eyes rolled back into his head as I pushed slowly into him. "Been missing this dick."

"I've been missing you, too. Don't know how long I can last."

"It's okay, we have forever." Kendall told me, and we did.

I leaned over him, careful not to put my weight on his body as I took his mouth. His tongue pushed passed my lips and I snapped my hips before pulling out again.

I took him slow and hard while being mindful of his injuries. He moaned into my mouth and fisted his good hand in my hair. His cast rubbed against my skin.

"Fuck." I sat up, my hands digging into his hips. When I realized it, I loosened my hold.

"Don't do that shit, James. I can take it. I want it."

I wanted it, too. Wanted to mark him. Make him mine. Remind myself that he was here and in my bed where he belonged.

"So fucking good." I growled as I slammed into him, as I squeezed his hips again.

I could feel my release coming and I didn't know how long I could last.

"You're gonna have to come, baby, or I'm going to owe you, big time."

"I'll never let you live it down." He replied, and I knew he wouldn't.

I wrapped my hand around his cock. I jerked him off while I made love to him, loving the feel of taking him raw. I'd never tire of it.

Kendall trembled and then went tense. He called my name as he shot his load all over his stomach. His ass squeezed my dick tighter and that was all it took for me to shoot. I kept fucking through it as I spilled in him, thrust after thrust.

When I pulled out, I lay between his legs, my face against his stomach as I licked up the mess he'd made.

He ran his hand through my hair and said, "I taught you well."

"Fuck off."

He chuckled. When I finished cleaning him up, I let my face rest against his stomach.

With his hand still in my hair, he said, "I love you, James. I'm sorry I scared you. I'll be more careful. I'm not going to leave you. I promise."

I knew he couldn't promise me that, but I appreciated the gesture.

"I love you, too. Can I tell you something?" I asked. I'd meant to tell him weeks ago but I didn't know what held me back.

"You can tell me anything. Always."

So I did. I told him what his mom had told me about meeting my mom in the hospital.

His hand stilled. I was pretty sure he stopped breathing.

"You're shitting me."

"No." I replied. "I know it doesn't seem possible but I think it makes sense. You can call it what you want. Fate, destiny, whatever...we were connected from the start." From the very first night, I'd felt a draw to him, one that went past the way he swooped in at the bar or when he saved me from getting robbed.

"Jesus." I breathed, shaking my head. "Who would have thought I'd turn into such a romantic? If I didn't like you so much, I'd be pissed at you about it."

He tilted my head until I looked at him.

"That's fucking crazy...what you're telling me. Someone should write a book about us or some shit."

I laughed. "Please, I'm too good to come from anyone's imagination. One of a fucking kind."

"Cocky is what you are."

"Yep, that's why you'll be feeling me for days."

Kendall laughed and then I crawled up and lay beside him. I pulled him close and he snuggled in.

"You were meant to be mine." He said against my skin.

"You're so fucking lucky." I teased.

"So are you."

"I know."

We were quiet for a few moments and then he asked, "Are you and Martha going to the cemetery tomorrow?"

We were going slowly, trying to get to know each other and have a relationship. She told me stories about my mom when she was a kid, the same way Kendall and his family talked about Ethan.

I didn't know exactly what the future held for us, but I was willing to try.

"Yeah."

"I'm really proud of you for that. I know it's not easy for you."

No, it wasn't, but I was getting better.

"Thanks."

He looked at me and smiled. "We're going to be very happy together, Mr. Diamond."

And I knew we would be. No matter what life threw at us, we'd deal with it together.

"Yes, we will be, Mr. Knight.

Three Months Later - Kendall's POV

I stood at the kitchen counter of my parents' house, scooping baked beans from the Crock-Pot into a bowl to take outside.

I glanced out through the garden window at Mom who kept busy setting up food on the picnic table while Dad filled the grill with charcoal.

The back door opened, and James walked in, approaching me quickly.

"What are you doing in here, Straighty? Did Mom not have enough to keep you busy out there?"

The way he came at me, his eyes narrowed and biting his bottom lip, I knew what he wanted. I set down the ladle I used to scoop the baked beans into the bowl.

He wrapped his arms around me and took my mouth. Like he didn't need an invitation, just to claim it, make it his. And it was...anytime he wanted it...against his mouth...on his cock...anywhere on that body of his.

Before I knew it, he had me shoved back against the stove adjacent to the counter, his hands sliding under my shirt as he started exploring my abdomen in a way that got me hard as fuck.

As I enjoyed the sensations he stirred, I appreciated how nice it was to be all healed up from the injuries I'd sustained just a few months before.

I still had some back pain. The doctors weren't sure when that would go away, but it just gave me an excuse to get James to give me some more bathtub massages-something I certainly never felt like I got enough of.

As my dick became even harder, I reminded myself that, in a few short minutes, guests would be arriving for our family's Fourth of July barbecue.

I forced myself away from James' face and gripped his arms to keep him back.

He glanced out the garden window before saying, "No one's coming if that's what you're worried about."

"I'm worried Mom is going to give me a hard time if you distract me from my responsibilities."

"If you'll just let me give you a hard time, then I can make you real happy."

He tried to move closer to me, but I held him back.

"No, I am not going out there with an erection so Mom can give me hell about it."

"Hmmm." He said. "I liked it better when I had to take care of your needy ass."

"Oh, yeah? When you were forcing me to eat soup and take all my meds?"

His lips curled as his expression twisted into something particularly sly.

"I wasn't talking about when you were injured. I was talking about last night."

I laughed. "Oh, James Diamond. Sometimes I don't know what to do with you."

"You're probably going to try and put a ring on it, and I'm going to have to turn you down like I've had to do with all those other offers I've had. You know it's hard to find a guy like me."

I pressed my lips against his, taking what was mine just as he had taken what was his when he'd first entered the kitchen.

When he pulled away, he said, "Oh, you liked the sound of that ring shit, didn't you?"

"I was just trying to shut you up, and that seemed like the easiest way."

"Well, you can keep shutting me up if you want."

The door opened behind him, and Dad walked in. He eyed us peculiarly.

"I guess this is what happens when you have a 'no locked doors' rule, huh?" He muttered. I laughed in response as he called out the door, "Jen, grab the camera! The boys are playing, and I figure we can upload it to one of those porn sites!"

"Oh, good!" She called back. "But we'll use your phone, it takes better pictures."

"This is not something I need to be hearing from my parents!" I exclaimed.

Dad headed to the fridge and retrieved a platter of raw meat-chicken, steak, and hamburgers.

"Okay, Mr. Diamond. You gonna show me how it's done this time?" Dad asked

"Oh, come on." James replied. "I was just telling you not to cook all the flavor out of the burgers last time."

"Well, you're gonna show me how it's done. Now you see my son all the time, so I imagine you can pry your hands off him for a few minutes to help an old man out."

Dad headed out the door before James turned around. "I guess I better get out there before I get in trouble."

I finished collecting the beans into the bowl when I heard the doorbell.

Oh, shit.

I'd forgotten to put up a sign to let guests know to go around the back.

I abandoned my work and answered the door.

Martha stood outside, holding a boxed pie in her hands. The corners of her lips lifted into a smile.

"Hello, Kendall." She said. "Thank you all for having me."

"Not a problem. James was the one who suggested I invite you. I just sent the text."

I told her on purpose as a way of giving her some hope.

James still hadn't pushed too much with her. Hadn't really tried to bridge the gap between them. He was still warming up to the idea, but even his suggestion that she come to the Fourth of July cookout assured me he really wanted to see if he could find a way to mend the issues that had kept them apart for so many years.

And it was nice to see that she was trying, too.

I made small talk with her as I guided her through the house.

"I brought red velvet cake." She said. "It was always Brooke's favorite. I, of course, had to buy it. I don't have James' talents in the kitchen."

She sounded a little ashamed of herself-as if she thought she should have made something for the party.

"That's fine." I said, taking the box from her. "You really didn't have to bring anything, but we appreciate it. Mom doesn't make enough desserts anyway, so this is perfect."

She smiled, but I could tell she was nervous as we stepped out the back door, her eyes scanning the yard like she was searching for James.

He turned from the grill, where he stood with Dad, and as he saw us, his gaze shifted away quickly.

Martha tensed up, her expression falling, her lips twisting into a frown.

James looked up at her and raised his hand, "Hey, Martha!"

"Hi, James." She said, her expression not changing much, but the tension I'd felt seemed to have dissipated.

"Martha?" Mom said from the picnic table. "You must be James' grandmother."

She hurried around the table and approached, greeting Martha.

We finished getting everything ready for the party, and in another thirty minutes, the yard was packed with friends of the family. Carlos, Lucy, and Dak came, too. James had even invited Logan, his newest employee who really seemed to be hitting it off with Carlos.

We all mixed and mingled, everyone making sure to give James and me serious shit about how fast we moved in together. James even took some time to chat with his grandmother. It wasn't long, but it was enough to give me hope for both of them.

After some time, when I needed to step away from the craziness of the party, I headed upstairs, back to the picture of Ethan and me wrestling together.

Since the accident, I hadn't had too many opportunities to visit his grave. Even once I recovered from my injuries, I had so much work I had to catch up on that it sort of got away from me. But I had visited a few times; I couldn't have completely gone without seeing him...or at least, what was left of his memory. James had even come with me a few times and talked to him as well.

And fortunately, I hadn't been haunted by any nightmares since the one I'd called James about, and I couldn't help but wonder if it was because of how the dream I'd had while I was in the hospital had soothed me, assured me I wasn't wrong to go on living without him, being happy without him. That he would want that for me.

"How's it going, buddy?" I asked the image of him in the picture. "I'm still seeing that guy, by the way. Not-so-straight Straighty. I think you guys really would have gotten along. It's kind of good you aren't around because I think you both would have ganged up on me. You probably would have taught him karate behind my back. Then I'd have both of you giving me shit, more than that, I'd have another Kings fan giving me shit." As I spoke the words, I found myself tearing up as I imagined a barbecue where he and James teased me about how awful the Seals were.

"God, you would give me hell for how in love I am right now, I know you would. But I know you'd be happy for me, too. I honestly don't know if I'm ever going to go a day without missing you...or wishing I could talk to you some more...wishing that you could tell me about some amazing guy you met and were in love with. But all I can do is thank you for all the incredible memories you did give me, and the support and encouragement that I always feel...still feel to this day. Thank you for that."

I heard something from behind me and as I turned, James reached the top of the stairs.

I didn't have a choice but to smile. He just had that effect on me when I saw him.

"Figured I might find you here, Ninja."

He approached me slowly and stepped beside me, looking at the old picture.

"Ethan, you have one needy bottom of a brother." He said to the picture, and I couldn't help but laugh.

He hooked an arm around me and forced me close. "I love this party, but I need to get my man home soon."

"Why?" I asked. "It's not like we have anywhere to be. And tomorrow's the weekend."

"Damn straight it is." His eyes settled on my lips. "But I have some things I need you to do for me with that pretty mouth of yours."

As I started to laugh again, he kissed me.

And I relaxed into it.

He pushed away quickly.

"Okay, no, I can't."

"What?"

"Wait." He replied as he squatted and grabbed my legs, lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder.

He hurried into my old bedroom and shut the door, locking it.

"James, no locked doors!" I exclaimed, trying to sound as scandalized as possible.

He tossed me onto the bed and unfastened his belt.

"What's he going to do? Ground you?" He removed his belt. "Or slap your ass a few times?"

"We didn't do spankings in our house."

He gripped his belt in either hand and slung it over my head, pulling as he squatted, forcing me to him for a kiss, which he broke to say, "Then I think I'm going to be the one who had to punish that ass of yours."

"You can punish this ass anytime you want."

As we kissed again, I appreciated how fucking lucky I was to have stumbled into my Straighty at a gay bar one night...when he was randomly held up at gunpoint…

But then again, I couldn't help but wonder if maybe it wasn't all that random. Maybe it really was fate.

Done! So there we have it! Kames got their happily ever after, and we even got a tiny hint of Cargan! :P

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