I was in a huge rush to get this done by Halloween XD Enjoy!

Halloween had always been one of James's favourite holidays. He loved the idea of pretending to be something or someone he wasn't for just one night. And of course, because he was only human, he had loved all the candy when he was younger. Tonight, James was going to some club Logan had discovered. He was going with Logan and Carlos, and of course Kendall as well. He couldn't wait.

"Kendall, are you sure you can't come with me now?" James asked one more time, tying his bow tie with fumbling fingers. He stuffed his gun into his belt, because it was Halloween in a big city, after all. He wasn't totally naive.

"Sorry, Jamie," Kendall said with a sigh. "This interview could get me the job I really want. I know it's an inconvenient time, but I have to go. I'll see you in, maybe an hour. I'm gonna be back here to change and then I'll take a cab over."

"Alright," James said with a sigh, kissing Kendall goodbye. "You couldn't at least tell me what you're going as?" he called last minute, but the apartment door had already shut.

When James went to the club, there were already some wasted men and women outside. He passed them and made it inside, looking around for Carlos and Logan. He spotted them at one of the low tables by the wall sitting on the comfy couches and talking. Every now and then they glanced around, probably looking for him or Kendall. James walked over to them. "Hey, guys," he grinned, sitting down across from them.

"Hi," they both greeted at the same time.

Logan was wearing a pair of red skinny jeans and a tight black button-down shirt, along with a pair of little red horns on his head. "You're a devil, Logan?" James said with a grin. "And Carlos is your zombie sidekick."

Carlos laughed at that, pulling at his ripped jacket and shirt. "Very funny."

"I wanted to be a sexy doctor, but Carlos wouldn't let me," Logan said, pouting. "I had to improvise."

"Well, there's no point in dressing up as what you are on a daily basis," Carlos said, laughing at Logan's blushing face.

"What are you, anyway?" Logan asked, turning back to James.

"I'm James Bond, duh," James said, flashing a thousand-watt grin at them before adjusting his shirt collar and bow tie.

"How original," Carlos commented dully.

"Hey, it's very original! How many guys called James do you know who actually used this costume!"

"Touché," Carlos replied, chuckling and wrapping an arm around Logan's shoulders. "Where's Kendall?"

"He told me he'd be here late, he had a job interview," James replied, glancing at his watch. "Actually, he should be here soon enough."

"He never told me he had an interview!" Logan said, looking offended.

"I dunno, maybe he's just feeling shy about it . . ."

Carlos shrugged, then he seemed to spot something behind James, and smacked the brunette in the chest, pointing. "Dude, he's here."

James turned around. Kendall had just walked through the door, looking around to see if he could spot anyone familiar. He was wearing black leather shorts and knee high boots. There were little black suspenders over the tight dark grey shirt he was wearing that was like half buttoned up, dammit. There were black cat ears posed cutely in his blonde hair. He spotted them and smiled, waving and walking over. James spotted more than a couple of heads turning as he strutted over to them, hips swaying.

"James, you're drooling."

"What?" James wiped at his mouth indignantly, glaring at Carlos for a second. "No I'm not!"

He quickly turned away from them, and grinned as Kendall stopped in front of him, giving him a quick kiss. "Hey."

"Hi," James replied, unable to keep his eyes directed at one spot for more than three seconds. "How was the interview?"

"Good, I think. I hope so, anyway. It went a lot quicker than I expected." Kendall smiled and waved at Carlos and Logan.

Logan hopped up to his feet, eying Kendall's costume with amused eyes. "So, you're Kendall the kitty cat?"

"Duh," Kendall replied, rolling his eyes. "And you're Logan the little devil."

Logan rolled his eyes too and grabbed Kendall by the hand, turning to lead him away. "We expect you two to dance with us later!" he called over his shoulder as they walked off into the crowd.

James and Carlos both laughed. "Well, we're two lucky bastards, aren't we?" Carlos said with a smile.

"Definitely," James agreed as he watched Kendall dance. Jesus, he could really move. Then James suddenly stiffened, going into Jealous-Boyfriend mode as he saw some random guy dressed as Austin Powers come up behind him, resting a hand on his hip and turning him around to face him. He said something to Kendall with a stupid cocky grin in his face. When Kendall shook his head at him the guy stepped a little closer, saying something else James didn't understand. Then Kendall leaned forward and whispered something in his ear, before turning away from him. When the Austin Powers wannabe walked away with a smile on his face, James instantly began thinking of all the possible things Kendall could have said to him.

"James, relax." James turned to see Carlos staring at him, looking both disapproving and amused. "Nothing's gonna happen."

"But I don't know what he said!" James argued. "It could've been like 'I'm not interested', or 'I'll see you later', or even 'I don't have a boyfriend, I'm totally available!'"

Carlos stared at him like he was insane. "Or," he said. "It was 'Not interested, but I think the chick over there is.'" Carlos pointed to where an angel was now happily talking and dancing with Austin Powers. "But if you're so worried, why don't we go and dance with them now?"

"Ok," James said with a sigh, getting up. Carlos was right, he had to stop being possessive and jealous. He'd probably end up driving Kendall away if he kept it up. "Hey," he greeted, tapping Kendall on the shoulder. "We're here."

Kendall turned around to face him, laughing. "You don't seem enthusiastic, babe."

"I'm not a dancer," James said with a shrug. "Neither is Carlos."

"Fair enough," Kendall said with a shrug. "But, do you think we could convert you?"

He wound his arms around James's neck, beginning to sway his hips in time to the music. James tried to dance along with him, but he was mostly too busy watching him. When Kendall's hands moved from around his neck to run down his chest as he bent his knees and moved his hips to brush against James's, James took a deep, shaky breath and tried to control himself. He danced for a little while, copying some of Kendall's more simple movements.

The blonde seemed to enjoy it, because he laughed and then suddenly turned around, grinding his ass back against James's crotch. James bit his lip and instinctively grabbed hold of his hips, moving along with him. He could get used to this. Kendall moved against him, head leaning back slightly against James's shoulder. James pressed a couple of kisses to his neck, before joining their lips together, Kendall turning back around to face him. They kissed a little sloppily, tongues clashing for a moment or two before the both pulled back. "Sex kitten," James couldn't help murmuring.

Kendall laughed, having obviously heard him. He glanced over his shoulder at where the bar was, then looked back at James. "I'm gonna get a drink, do you want one?" he asked.

"Nah, I'm good," James replied, and watched Kendall walk away. He spotted those shorts riding up a little to reveal the curve of his ass and had to turn away, biting his lip in slight discomfort.

A minute or two later, Logan went up to the bar to get a drink too. Just before he got it, a man walked up to him, greeting him with a smirk and a, "You got a minute, shorty?"

"Don't call me that," Logan muttered, before adding. "What do you want?"

"Your friend over there, actually," the man said, pointing to where Kendall was leaning on the bar. "I saw you with him before. Think you'd put in a good word for me?"

"He's not interested," Logan replied bluntly, picking up his drink and straightening up. He looked at the guy's olive skin and ridiculously perfect hair. "You look a lot like his boyfriend, actually," he added. "Who's a cop, by the way. You know, the kind that carry guns around and arrest people who bother them? He's dating one of those." Logan turned away to walk back to Carlos. "Don't waste your time."

Kendall was sitting on one of the stools waiting for his drink when a man appeared next to him. "Hey, blondie. You busy?"

"I have a boyfriend," Kendall replied, not even glancing at him. He got his drink and was about to leave when the man grabbed hold of his arm to stop him.

"Yeah, the cop, I get it," the man said with a roll of his eyes. "The dude over there told me," he added, pointing.

Kendall turned away for a moment to see Logan a distance away. He turned back and said, "Well then, why are you here?"

"Well, the cop doesn't have to know, does he?" the man said with a smirk.

"He's here, genius."

"And? You could just blend into the crowd. Though that might be a little difficult for you—"

Kendall gave an exasperated sigh, shaking his arm out of the guy's grip. "I'm done talking to you," he deadpanned, taking a gulp of his drink before walking away. His drink tasted kind of funny, but he thought nothing of it.

James turned to Carlos. "Do you really think I'm too jealous of everyone?"

"A little," Carlos replied guiltily. "I mean, if Kendall wants to be with you, he's not gonna play around with other guys. I think. That makes sense, doesn't it?"

"It does with most people," James corrected him. "Not prostitutes. We're sort of in the same boat here, Carlitos."

Carlos shrugged. "Maybe. Maybe not."

James looked around to see if he could spot Kendall anywhere. It had been a good twenty minutes since he went to the bar. Then he did spot him, and his mouth fell open. Kendall was sitting on one of the couches with a man wearing a black suit. He had dark brown hair and tan skin. Kendall was seated in his lap, and they were kissing messily, the man's hands gripping the backs of Kendall's thighs. Kendall was holding a drink in one hand, and the man pulled back only to take Kendall's wrist and guide the drink towards his lips, encouraging the blonde to gulp more of it down.

"James, what are you staring at?" Carlos asked, moving to stand next to him. Then he saw, his own expression changing. "Oh my God."

James nodded dumbly.

"Maybe he thinks it's you," Carlos said lamely after a moment of silence. "It is pretty dark in here."

"Don't make excuses for him," James replied bitterly. "He doesn't deserve it." Being angry was the only way he could hold down the hurt, the heartbreak. He turned away, trying to calm his breathing. It really, really stung. And Carlos had said he had no reason to be paranoid. Ha. There was the proof, right there. He wasn't even sure where he was going until he realised he was walking towards the door, frequently held up by other partygoers in his way.

Then Logan appeared in front of him, speaking quickly and frantically. "James, where are you going? You can't leave yet!"

"Logan, I'm just gonna go home," he said with an exhausted sigh. "I don't want to see . . . that." He pointed in the direction of where he'd seen Kendall.

He turned to leave again, but Logan stepped in front of him. "James, did you know that date rape drugs can cause strange delusions and make someone completely unaware of what they're doing under its influence?"

"Yes, I knew that. Why does it matter?" James asked exasperatedly. "Are you thinking of spiking a drink?"

"James, this is serious," Logan persisted. "I think that guy drugged Kendall."

"Look, I don't—hold on. What?" James's eyes widened. This was not something he's expected. "What makes you say that?"

"I saw him, there, offering this other guy GHB to use," Logan said urgently. "I heard him say it. He took Kendall with him afterwards, down that way." Logan pointed towards a door at the end, over by the little stage. "I tried to stop him, but I got caught behind someone, then I couldn't see them, I'm so sorry—"

"It's ok," James reassured him, because Logan seemed to be on the verge of tears. "You tried. Can you go find Carlos, tell him what you told me? I'm gonna go back there."

His mood having changed suddenly and dramatically, it didn't take James long to get to the door; his anger seemed to clear a path through all the people. Drugged. No, that was not ok, not on his watch. He stormed through the door, only to find a long, badly lit hallway. He set off down it, with no idea where he was going but a lot of determination. He pushed past one or two people who were totally wasted, others who were just hanging around.

"Hey, it's James Bond," one of them said jokingly. Close enough, James thought with a roll of his eyes. But he was James fucking Diamondand he was majorly pissed.

"Hey!" he said quickly as he walked over to a woman dressed as a hula girl and texting by the wall. "I'm looking for this guy, looks a lot like me, but in a suit. With a blonde guy, probably. You seen him?"

"Oh. Um, yeah, I think so. A blonde kitty cat, right?" When James nodded, she pointed down the hallway. "Around the next left."

"What's down there? A back door?"

"No, a couple of bedrooms and stuff."

"Thank you," James said to her, before hurrying on. He was just turning the corner when he heard a scream. A scream of pain and fear. And he recognised that voice. His anger rose even further, if that was possible. He threw open the first door to see nobody there. He heard another scream and made his way towards another door. It was slightly ajar, so he could open it without making any noise. He froze in the doorway, suddenly unsure of what to do.

Kendall was lying on the bed, wrists tied to the bedposts. His eyes were only half open, and he was breathing deeply but unevenly. His shirt was hanging completely open, and there were red marks on his stomach and chest. James wondered for a moment or two how he got them. The guy from before was kneeling next to him, his jacket and shirt off. He was holding his black belt in his hand. For a second James could only stand there, watching with wide eyes. Then he saw the man raise his hand, before bringing it down swiftly and whipping Kendall's stomach with the belt. Kendall screamed, tears streaming down his cheeks. But he didn't move.

"Yeah, you like that, don't you?" The man hit him again, running his other hand over Kendall's cheek. "Little sex kitten. Little masochistic bitch!"

Kendall shook his head, screaming again when the man harshly yanked a chunk of his hair out. "P-please stop," he sobbed, chest rising and falling erratically. "Jay . . . please—"

Dear God, he thinks that asshole is me, James thought in horror. This was what made him move more than anything. He stormed over to them, grabbed the stranger by the shoulder and shoved him off the bed and onto the floor. "Get the fuck away from him!" he yelled furiously.

The man laughed at him, getting to his feet. "Do you wanna make me?" In a flash, his hand snapped forward again and the belt struck Kendall's thigh. When the blonde screamed again at the contact and his flesh turned red, James lost it.

He pulled his handgun out of his belt, pointing directly at the man. "Touch him again, and I'll put a hole in your head, you asshole!" He was so angry there was a ringing in his ears. He couldn't think straight.

The man laughed again, though a little nervously this time. "Yeah right, I bet that's not even loaded. If it's even real."

"Do you wanna test that theory?" James demanded, stepping a little closer to him, and grinning madly when the other man shrank back a little. "Go on, give me a reason to shoot you. I'm waiting."

The man didn't say anything. But he dropped the belt and moved away from the bed slightly. James smiled. "That's more like it." Then, quick as lightning, the gun spun in his hand and he whacked the man in the side of his head with the butt of the gun. He dropped without another word, unconscious. James gave a long deep sigh to calm himself down, before making his way toward the bed.

Kendall was lying there, practically hyperventilating at this point. But he still wasn't trying to move. James quickly untied both his wrists. "Kendall, can you hear me?"

Kendall's eyes were wide and unfocused as he turned to look at James. He didn't say anything for a moment, then he slurred, "Don't t-touch me!" when James tried to sit him up. James ignored him, lifting him up and leaning him against the headboard, fastening a couple of buttons on his shirt.

"James?"

James turned to see Logan and Carlos standing at the door. Logan was crying. "Is he ok?" he asked frantically. "What happened?"

James didn't want to tell him. He pulled,his car keys out of his pocket and tossed them at Carlos, who caught them deftly. "Can you get my car? They have a back door somewhere; if you can find that, we'll meet you outside."

Carlos nodded and left as James lifted the feebly struggling Kendall up bridal style, turning to Logan. "Can you find the back door?"

"I'll ask around," Logan replied, nodding and wiping his eyes. He was gone for a minute or two, and when he came back he led James down the main hallway, then a right turn to the door. They waited outside for a few minutes, shivering slightly until Carlos pulled up in James's car. He got out as James placed Kendall in the passenger seat, strapping him in.

He got into the driver's seat as Carlos said, "We're gonna get our own car. We'll stop by, ok?"

James nodded. The drive home was silent, considering Kendall had passed out in the passenger's seat. Getting him up to the apartment was surprisingly easy. He lay him down on their bed, sitting next to him until he heard the knock on the door. He let Carlos and Logan in with a resigned, "Hey."

Logan immediately hurried to where Kendall was. James and Carlos stayed behind. James sat on the couch, Carlos sitting next to him and putting a comforting arm around his shoulders. "James, talk to me. Something's on your mind."

"I feel so guilty," James whispered, feeling tears build up in his eyes.

"Why? You were upset, you didn't know what really happened . . ."

"No. You don't understand," James said numbly. "I was so mad, I was just gonna leave him there with that . . . creep."

"James, this is neither of your faults," Carlos said firmly. "It's a pretty simple catastrophe; GHB slipped into Kendall's drink when he's not looking. Causes delusions and relaxation; the guy already looked enough like you, it didn't take much. So, to Kendall, he's with you and things are just getting a little heated. You see it, and it hurts. Kendall goes off with this other guy, having probably been convinced by both the drug and the persuasive asshole that the guy is you. Then everything goes downhill, and he still probably doesn't even realise what's happening. He just knows he's in deep shit." Carlos shrugged. "Nobody's fault."

They sat there silently, James biting his lip, Carlos twiddling his thumbs awkwardly. Then they heard Logan shriek, "He's waking up!"

They both hurried into the room to see Logan helping Kendall sit up. The blonde had a slightly pained expression on his face. "Huh?" he mumbled when he saw them all watching him. "What's wrong?"

"Kendall, you . . ." Logan stopped. "I think James should explain. We'll get going."

Once they were gone, Kendall turned to James and asked, "What happened? When did I even get here?"

"You don't remember?" James said slowly. When Kendall shook his head, James gently asked, "Ok, what's the last thing you remember?"

"Um, well, we were at the club, and . . . um, I went to get a drink. There was a guy, hitting on me, he was really annoying, then I left him." Kendall looked at James with scared eyes. "James, that's all I remember. What happened to me?"

"Kendall . . ." James bit his lip for what seemed like the hundredth time that night. "That guy drugged you. He must have spiked your drink when you weren't looking."

"What did . . . what happened then?" Kendall asked quietly, looking even more afraid.

"Well, you two started getting all . . . um, close. Then I got mad, but Logan told me what happened, and I went and found you, and I saved you. Sort of. Yeah, I did." It seemed so awkward, saying he saved someone. It sounded so heroic and noble, everything he wasn't.

"Did he do that?" Kendall asked hoarsely, pointing to the long bruise across his thigh, before opening his shirt to see several others on his stomach and chest. He rested a hand on his stomach painfully. "How did you get him away from me?"

"Well, I threatened to shoot him," James replied with a shrug.

"You had your gun with you?" Kendall looked astounded at this.

"Well, I am a cop, going to a club, on Halloween. I have to be prepared for all the troublemakers that show up." He smiled in attempt to lighten the mood. "And it went well with my costume anyway."

Kendall didn't smile back. "Thank you."

"No problem."

Kendall bent down, slowly because of his bruised stomach, and pulled his boots off, throwing them under the bed. He took his cat ears off too, then lay down, rolling onto his side. "Kendall?" James said cautiously, leaning over him, but the blonde didn't look at him. "It'd probably help to talk, you know, if you . . ."

"James, I understand where you're coming from, but you're not a therapist, and I really don't want to talk about it. Or think about it; I just want to go to bed."

James sighed. "Ok. I'll be back in a few minutes."

James went and called Carlos and told him how Kendall was dealing with it, Carlos responded by telling him not to come into work tomorrow if he knew what was good for him. "He needs you," Carlos insisted. "I'll make an excuse for you, it'll be fine."

"Ok. Thanks, Carli."

When James went back to their room after the call, the light was off and Kendall's eyes were shut. James got ready for bed and crawled in beside him, wrapping a tender arm around his waist. He wondered what the next day would bring to them.

Well, the answer was simple. Kendall wouldn't get out of bed the next day. James tried to coax him to at least sit up and talk to him, but he wouldn't. He just lay there with his face buried in the pillow, refusing to move, or eat, or do anything. James worried about him so much. He could tell this whole thing had really upset him, but he refused to admit it, or even deny it.

About three in the afternoon he actually sat up, but he wouldn't speak, and he still wouldn't get up. James sat with him most if the day, trying to make conversation and failing miserably. At one point he just became to frustrated with the silence. "Kendall, are you ok?" James asked cautiously. It was a stupid question; he knew full well that he wasn't. "You should at least drink something even if you won't eat; you haven't all day."

"I don't want to," Kendall murmured.

James sighed. "Kendall, I know you're upset about what happened, but nothing really serious came out of it."

"But it could have!" Kendall replied angrily, getting to his feet. "I could've been raped by some sadistic freak, I could've overdosed and died!"

James paused. ". . . but you didn't," he said at last, taking a step towards Kendall.

Kendall stepped away from him, leaning against the wall for a second before straightening up. "That's not the point, James! He came after me, all perverted and manipulative, just because he liked the way I look! He wanted me, because he liked the way I look!"

"Well, what else would he judge you on? He is a complete stranger, after all." James had said the wring thing, and he realised that when tears built up in Kendall's eyes.

"You don't get it!" Kendall shouted. "That's all I am, to everybody! I'm a body, not a person! I'm someone to sleep with, that's all I am, and I'm sick of it! I can't take it anymore!"

"Kendall, calm down—" James protested, blocking him from leaving the room.

"Oh, do you wanna take a turn now?" Kendall laughed madly and angrily. "Everybody line up and fuck the pretty ass, only two dollars an hour, that's how cheap he is!"

"Kendall!" James slammed his hands on the wall on either of Kendall, keeping him there against the wall. "You need to calm down, right now!"

Kendall didn't; he just hit at James, trying to push him away. "Don't fucking touch me!" he screamed when James grabbed his wrists and pinned them against the wall.

"Kendall, please!" James begged. "I do understand, ok? Yes, some people only like you because of your looks, but that happens to everyone! And yes, maybe it happens a little more often to you, but it doesn't matter! You're not just a body, you're more than that! You mean more than that to me! I love who you are as a person, not what you look like! That's never mattered to me!"

"Oh yeah?" Kendall said viciously, struggling a little with James's hold on him. "What about when we first met, when you asked me where the bus stop was? It was only an excuse to talk to me, and if you'd thought I was ugly, you wouldn't have bothered! That's the only reason you even spoke to me!"

James cursed his past self for its superficial ways and said, "Fine, maybe that's true, but when we met later in the bar, that didn't matter anymore! I got to know you. You were smart, and you were sweet, you were so much more than what I thought! You love kids, and animals, and sunflowers, your dad taught you to play piano and guitar, and I know all these things because I care about you!"

"Or because I told you!" Kendall snapped, but James went on before he could say anything else.

"But don't you see, that's the point! You told me, and I listened! I didn't just think about how hot you were, I listened to you talk and bothered to remember it! And other people too, like Logan or Carlos, and your family, and Matt and Eric." James swallowed. "Even Sean."

For a second Kendall just looked hurt, and lost. "Sean didn't love me."

"I think you might be wrong there," James said softly. He'd never told Kendall about those sunflowers on the kitchen table, and he didn't plan to. But he often wondered a lot about them.

"If he loved me, he wouldn't have hurt me," Kendall replied just as softly.

"People do stupid things, it's what makes us human, but we're not talking about him, we're talking about you. Kendall, stop thinking badly of yourself just because one or two people are shallow and can't see past the surface when they look at you. I love you for who you are, other people do too, and that's what matters."

Kendall didn't say anything. James thought for a second. Jesus, now was not the time to start thinking about sex, why was he so horny at inappropriate times? He chuckled to himself at his own idiocy.

Kendall heard him. "What's funny?"

"Nothing. I just had this idea . . ."

"What is it?" Kendall persisted.

"Um, I just . . . don't kill me."

"I won't."

"I . . . I just want to make you feel so loved," James murmured shyly. "If you don't want to, we don't have to. But I want to show you."

Kendall was silent for a second or two. Then, still with slight anger in his voice, "Do you mean that?"

James nodded firmly. "I do."

Kendall nodded, unclenching his hands and letting them fall to intertwine with James's. "Ok."

James smiled and stepped back, leading Kendall over to the bed and laying him down. He climbed on top of him, straddling his legs as he leaned down. Their lips brushed together slightly as he whispered, "I love you, baby."

James kissed Kendall tenderly, before pulling back to slowly take his shirt off, smiling when the blonde decided to let him. He left little kisses on Kendall's chest and across the bruises, only bringing his tongue out once or twice. This was about comfort more than pleasure. He wanted to show Kendall, prove to him that it wasn't just sex, it was love. That he loved him as a person, not a body. That was really all Kendall wanted.

James took Kendall sweatpants off, sliding them gently down his legs and pressing a gentle kiss to Kendall's bruised thigh as he did. His boxers were next, then Kendall was lying completely naked underneath him, his dick hardening from James's touch. "You're beautiful," he said softly and lovingly in his ear, before adding reassuringly, "Inside and out."

He heard Kendall's breath catch in his throat, then a vulnerable whisper, "Promise?"

James smiled, kissing his lips gently. "I promise."

James pulled his own pants and boxers off, before reaching into the drawer of the nightstand to get the lube they always used. He squirted some onto his fingers, before circling his forefinger around Kendall's entrance. Kendall moaned quietly when he pushed it in. He moved the finger in and out for a little while, before slowly sliding in another two, twisting them and working them in and out, slowly scissoring Kendall open. When the fingers brushed off against his sweet spot, Kendall's hands fisted the blanket and he groaned loudly. "Jamie, that feels so good."

"I'm only getting started," James said with a smile, spilling some more lube onto his hand and rubbing it over his own erection. Just seeing Kendall lie there and moan was enough to turn him on. He moved forwards on his knees, lifting Kendall's legs and resting them on his hips as he touched off his entrance with the tip of his cock.

Then James slowly pushed inside him, stopping every now and then to give Kendall a chance to breathe. When he was fully in, he focused on kissing Kendall, caressing his lips and tongue with his own. Kendall moaned quietly underneath him, hands wrapped around his neck. "Move," he panted into James's mouth, moaning when he did.

James moved slowly and carefully; there was no mad, lustful thrusting. He kept kissing Kendall's neck and face, telling him he loved him every few seconds. Kendall whispered it back, groaning and whimpering when James struck his prostate.

Kendall wrapped his legs around James's waist, bringing him in deeper, is back arching off the bed as his moans became wobbly and a lot lower. James still moved slowly and tenderly, but even so he could fee himself getting closer to the edge. He picked up the pace just a little, and then he was coming, groaning and releasing his load deep into his lover. Just a second later Kendall was coming too, without even being touched once.

He dropped his legs and lay there, breathing deeply. Their eyes locked and they shared a quick, sweet kiss. "I love you," Kendall said softly.

"I love you too," James promised, wrapping Kendall up in his arms. "All of you. Always."

THE OFFICIAL ENDING.

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