Chapter 11: It's gonna be a big, big night

Well guys, this is it. The final chapter. I hope you loved following this story as much I loved writing it. Please review (:

After a long, tiring day at rehearsal we finally made it back to the hotel only to be told to pack everything up and leave for the flight to Atlanta.

I was glad that Logan and I had patched things up and he was no longer acting awkward. Now, all that's left is to talk to Kendall. And tell James.

We climbed into the taxi and I considered telling him. But there are other people in the car and I didn't want to cause a scene.

On the plane I considered telling him. But not 5 minutes after we boarded, he was fast asleep. I stayed awake, mind racing. Suddenly, a felt a hand clasp my shoulder and I flinched, turning toward them.

"Sorry," Kendall whispered.

"What do you want, man?" I asked.

"I need to talk to you. Come on." He said, waving me forward. I stood up and quickly glanced back at James, still asleep.

Following Kendall to the back of the plane, we found some empty seats and sat down.

"This couldn't wait until later?" I demanded. Even though I wasn't able to sleep, I was tired and didn't exactly feel like having a conversation right now.

"Sorry," he said again. "I saw you were awake and I couldn't sleep. We need to talk, according to Logan. He wants us to work things out. Only, I don't know what to say to you."

It was silent for a few seconds. "Kendall, I don't know what to say either. I mean, I obviously wasn't trying to hurt you intentionally. It just kind of happened…"

"But did you even consider how I was going to feel? Or James?"

"Of course I did. But you know what it's like when you're caught up in the moment, you can't think straight. And I felt so guilty the next morning, especially since we both had been drinking."

"It doesn't matter if you felt guilty. You still did something you shouldn't have and-"

"Why are you blaming me? If I remember correctly, Logan came on to me, not the other way around. I just couldn't resist him, it's not like I seduced him into doing stuff. And we didn't even have sex, just jacked off. You're acting like it's a huge deal when it really isn't. You and Logan weren't "together" at the time, so technically he didn't cheat on you. If you have a tiff with me because I showed interest then you're arguing with the wrong guy."

Kendall sighed and leaned forward, putting his head in his arms. He turned toward me.

"I'm sorry, Carlos. I'm just really worked up about it. Just knowing that you caused him to moan out, you were the one giving him pleasure…"

"Kendall, maybe you need to… er, have "fun" with him more often. Most likely, the reason why he was into me was because one, he was drunk. Or at least tipsy. And two, it had been a while. And I was just there, vulnerable."

"You're right. It's probably my fault."

"I'm not saying that. It's mine and Logan's fault. But we can agree that there was no harm done, right?"

He nodded.

"So we're cool?" I asked.

"Yeah, we're cool." He replied, hooking his arm around my shoulders.

"Good. I don't think I could stand you being mad at me for any longer."

"Have you told James?" He asked softly.

I sighed. "No. I can't find the right time to do it. I know I have to though."

"You do. For the sake of your relationship. Or at least your well-being." He stood up. "Good luck. Night." He patted me on the back and walked back to his seat. A few seconds later his overhead light clicked off and all I heard was snoring and breathing. I stood up and maneuvered my way back to James. I stared at his face and wondered how he would take it. He'd be mad, no doubt. He has a temper. I really hoped he'd be forgiving though, and that I wouldn't ruin our friendship by telling him.

I finally drifted off about an hour later, but was woken up too soon. James announced we had landed in Atlanta and I stretched, suddenly getting butterflies. I knew I'd be telling him today.

He leaned over and pecked me on the cheek. I flashed a grin in his general direction and went to the bathroom.

I really didn't want to do this. I didn't want to see the pain in James' eyes, the rejection I'll receive. But it was all my fault and I had to fix it.

When we got to the hotel, Kendall and Logan nearly barreled their way through everyone to get to their room. From the lust in Logan's eyes and Kendall's straining pants, I knew the reason why. I was glad they were all patched up and ready to go.

James and I walked slowly to our room, dropping our stuff on the floor once inside. He turned to me.

"Carlos, are you and Kendall fighting?"

I stopped what I was doing and stood straight. "Um, what do you mean?" I asked, meeting his gaze.

"I don't know, I just had a feeling yesterday. He wasn't talking to you or anything."

"Uh yeah, we had a little argument. But everything's fine now." I assured him. He continued staring and I took a deep breath, knowing this was the moment.

"James, sit down." I instructed. "I…have something to tell you."

Confused, he took a seat on the couch, looking up at me as I paced the small room.

"Is it bad?" He asked.

"Well…" I sighed. "James, I can't keep doing this. I need to tell you straight out. Two nights ago, Logan and I were drinking and we did stuff." James' mouth dropped open, shock on his face. "But nothing bad! Just messing around." I kept going, trying to erase the hurt from his face.

"Carlos…"

"James, please-"

"You really did this?" He asked. Tears sprang to my eyes. I wiped them away angrily, ashamed at myself. Of course James wouldn't understand. What I did was unacceptable.

I nodded, turning away from him. I heard him stand, and felt his hand on my shoulder.

"Was it… my fault?"

I spun around. James was hurt, but for the wrong reason. He thought I did it because of him.

"No! James, listen. I was drunk. But I know that's no excuse. I love you and I'm so sorry. I know sorry doesn't even cut it-"

"You, you love me?" He asked.

I caressed his cheek, smoothing the soft skin. "Of course. I always have."

He smiled. "I love you too, Carlos."

"Even after what I did?" I asked.

He sighed. "I'm not happy about it. But I know it was partly my fault, for ignoring your needs." His hand slid down my spine, resting on my lower back.

"James, what are you doing?" I asked as he brought it forward, going up under my shirt.

"How about we have some fun?"

Seconds later, I was pulling his head down, our lips connecting, smashing together. I struggled to keep up with his quick tongue. He pulled away to take off his shirt, and I followed, pulling mine off and throwing it to the ground.

His hands returned to my body, sliding all over. I moved my lips to his neck, kissing up and down. I sucked on the skin on his collarbone, causing him to moan out. His hands were on my ass, pressing me into him.

I ran my hands along his stomach, stopping to undo his belt. He helped me pull his pants off, and I started rubbing him through his boxers.

"C'mon, Carlos. Stop teasing and suck it." He said, practically pushing me down to my knees. I released his throbbing cock from it's fabric prison, and immediately started pumping him. I started slow, making him beg to get me to speed up.

I licked the tip, gently swirling my tongue around his slit. He groaned, fingers winding into my hair. I slid my tongue on the underside of his dick, feeling the bulging vein.

"Carlos, please, suck me." He begged. I obeyed, plunging his cock into my mouth, taking all of him in. He moaned, hips buckling.

After a few bobs, he started moaning that he was close. I pulled away, taking off my pants, James' eyes widening as he saw I was going commando.

"Get on the bed." I said. He obeyed, laying down and spreading his legs apart. "Slut." I muttered, going into my bag. I pulled out condoms and lube, walking over to James.

"Are you sure you're ready?" James asked, taking the condoms. I nodded, laying down on my stomach.

James kissed the back of my neck, fingers trailing down my spine. I shivered when he got to my ass, cupping the cheeks. He leaned forward and slowly licked the puckered hole, causing me to groan into the pillows.

"Stop muffling yourself Carlos, papi wants to hear all you got." I moaned again, hearing him say papi. It turned me on so much.

"Quiero sentir dentro de mí, James." I panted, not caring if he didn't understand. He pulled away, and I heard the bottle of lube opening. Moments later, I felt the coldness touch my hole. I flinched, but relaxed as it warmed. James inserted a finger, rubbing the inner walls. I moaned, grinding down on it.

"Another." I requested, groaning as he slipped in a second digit, making a scissoring movement, stretching me.

He pulled them out, causing me to whimper. "Relax." He instructed as he rolled on the condom. He squeezed out more lube, rubbing it on himself and some more on me.

"Okay. Tell me if it hurts and I'll stop." He waited for me to nod before continuing.

He lined up his dick with my hole and gently pushed in. Pain raced up my spine, making me recoil into the pillows.

"Want me to stop?" He asked, pausing.

I took a few breaths, then replied. "Keep going."

"Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded, grasping the sheets.

He slowly pushed in, groaning as I engulfed him. He bottomed out, then paused.

"Tell me when to move."

I waited as the pain slowly ebbed away, leaving only pleasure. I shifted, feeling James' balls on mine.

"Move." I instructed. He slowly pulled out, then slammed back in. I cried out, moaning into the pillows. James thrusted into me, pounding my ass like there was no tomorrow.

He pulled all the way out, telling me to turn over. Now laying on my back, he slowly pushed all of him back in, watching my face contort in pleasure. When he was all the way in, he leaned forward, kissing me.

He continued to fuck me, getting faster and faster as his orgasm built up.

I started to pump myself, but James' hand soon replaced mine, stroking me at an erratic pace.

Soon, I felt the warmth gathering in my abdomen.

"James, James I'm close. Aahh, ahh- ohh." I came hard into James' hand, spilling cum over both of us.

"Shit, Carlos." He panted, sweat falling from his forehead. He thrusted once more before releasing himself inside me.

He pulled out and threw the condom away. We went under the covers, and turned off the lights.

"I love you, baby." He whispered against my ear.

"I love you so much." I replied.