Title: Smack That
It was like second nature to the guys of Big Time Rush to fool around with each other, whether it was a playful prank, a friendly nerf gun war, or a harmless slap in the face. It was all done in good fun, and it was done a lot.
Kendall seemed to be the victim of the slaps more often than anything else, whether it was Logan coming up from behind to land a smack on the back of his head or on his chest, Carlos slapping him in the face when he slept on the tourbus, or James slapping his fingers across Kendall's cheek as the blond walked by.
Kendall had never minded the smacks, as he usually got back at the one who'd slapped him sometime during the same day, but that changed when James started to take it too far.
The first time it had happened, Kendall had been more freaked out by his reaction than by James's actual actions. They had been filming, on set for about ten hours, when James came up from behind him and landed a solid smack on Kendall's ass.
James had dashed away before Kendall could retaliate, completely unaware that Kendall couldn't retaliate if he tried. The stinging in his ass had traveled up his spine, flooding his crotch with heat as he realized, with complete and utter horror, that he actually liked the way James had slapped his ass.
Fuck, he was sick.
Kendall had passed the incident off as a normal reaction to a very nice looking man having his hands all over his ass - Kendall was gay, after all - and it had nothing to do with the fact that it was James who had slapped him.
James, who he'd had more wet dreams about - ones that after, he woke up covered in his own semen - than he could every hope to count.
He had passed it off as a joke until it happened again, James's hand colliding with his ass more than once a day, every day, Kendall's cheeks stinging and his balls clenching up so tight he thought they might fall off one day due to lack of blood flow.
Kendall had begun to get paranoid every time James was around, making sure he stood in a way so he had James in his sights every second, only bringing his walls down when the cameras were rolling, or he was sitting his abused ass down on a couch.
And sitting his ass down on a couch was exactly what he was doing as he and James lounged around his LA home, afraid that James would take advantage of their being alone and absolutely murder his backside.
"Kendall!" James groaned from his spot on Kendall's recliner, his limbs splayed out as he lay like a complete slob. "Kendall, I'm hungry. Kendall, make me a sandwich."
Kendall snorted, rolling his eyes. "I'm not your fucking wife, James. Make your own damn sandwich."
James sighed theatrically. "But Kendall," he whined, "You're such a good wife. And you make the best sandwiches. Not to mention, you look damn good making them."
Kendall glared at his cast mate. "Shut up," he grumbled, slumping further into his sofa. There was no way he was going to risk getting up and having James land a smack on his ass. He couldn't afford another raging erection when James would still be around when Kendall ran into the bathroom the jack himself off.
"Fine," James relented, flipping himself off of the recliner, sauntering in front of Kendall - making sure to send Kendall a dirty look as he did - and making his way into the kitchen.
Kendall visibly relaxed as James was out of the room. He hated feeling so high strung around his band mate, but he just couldn't risk the chance of James landing a smack on his ass, thus causing Kendall to get harder by that simple action than any actual sexual stimulation.
The blond growled as he felt a twitch in his pants. Fuck, why now? He hissed as he lurched up from the couch, heading in the general direction of his bathroom. He had to piss anyways. Might as well rub one out while he was in there.
Kendall slowed down his pace as he walked by this kitchen, freezing as he realized James wasn't in there. The ingredients for a sandwich were spilled out on the counter tops, but the brunette who was supposed to be making them into something was nowhere to be found. "Oh shit," he groaned, slowly backing away in the way he came.
He'd gotten about three steps in when he was tackled from behind, being knocked to the ground by the sudden onslaught of weight. "Fuck!" he squeaked as he tumbled to the floor, James's body knocking the breath out of his.
Kendall's hands were grabbed from his sides, James pinning them above his head, the brunette holding them there with only one of his enormous hands. Kendall struggled feebly, but James's weight paired with his strength had it practically impossible for Kendall to fight him off.
"James, James stop!" Kendall pleaded, James's grip on his wrists only tightening. "Please, I don't like this!"
"I don't like the fact that you made me, a guest at your house, go make my own sandwich when I asked you so nicely to make one for me," James growled, his voice taking on a predatory tone that made a shudder run down Kendall's spine and his cock to twitch in his jeans again. "I think its only fair that I get you back for being so mean to me, Kenny."
Kendall was about to protest, but James's free hand coming down and colliding roughly with his ass made his protest come out as a pleasured cry that had him wanting to draw into himself as he realized he'd just made a sound of pleasure when James spanked him.
James pulled back when Kendall moaned, his mind going a mile a minute as he realized Kendall drew pleasure from being spanked. "Kendall?" He questioned the scarlet faced blond, "Did um, I'm sorry, but did you just fucking moan?"
Kendall whimpered into the floor, trying to physically sink into it. "James, look man, I-"
"You like this."
Kendall's voice trailed off as he caught the edge in James's voice. It wasn't disgusted or repelled like Kendall had expected it to be.
It was hungry. Like James wanted to eat him alive.
"Fuck, James, how am I supposed to react?" Kendall hissed, going on the defensive now. "I have the hottest guy I've ever known putting his hands all over my ass and pinning me down to the floor like he wants to fuck me or something. What the hell do you expect me to do? I haven't gotten laid in a while. My nerves are fucking stretched thin."
The last part about his nerves was a lie, but the rest was completely truthfull.
"The hottest guy you've ever known, huh?" And Kendall didn't need to see James's face to know he was smirking.
"Yeah," Kendall grumbled, trying to get passes the embarrassment as quickly as he could.
Kendall let out a gasp as he was suddenly flipped over, James now straddling his waist. James's hazel eyes bore into his, the brunette's tongue darting out to ever-so-slowly lick his lips.
"You're fucking naughty, aren't you?" Kendall gasped as James ground down on his lap, the friction feeling amazing on his jean-clad erection. "Getting hard from a spanking," something glinted in James's eyes and his grinding stopped. Kendall let out a frustrated whine. James leaned down so his lips were grazing Kendall's ear. "I wonder what you'll do if I throw you over my knee and spank your bare little ass until it's fucking cherry red. I bet you would squeal like a bitch. Wouldn't you, Kendall?"
Kendall whimpered, his eyes clenching shut as he moaned out a shuddery "Yeah, yes,"
James licked his lips again as the mental picture of Kendall, completely nude, draped over his lap, ass in the air and cherry red and James spanked him relentlessly.
Fuck, James let out a whine of his own at the thought.
James jumped off of Kendall, wrenching the blond to his feet as well. He grabbed Kendall's chin in his hand, the blond looking slightly frightened at James's lustful expression. "Go into your bedroom. If you're not completely fucking naked by the time I get in there, you are gonna get it way worse than what I already have planned for you."
Kendall nodded once, green eyes blown wide as James turned him and shoved him in the direction of his bedroom.
Kendall stood nervously at the end of his bed, hands clenching and unclenching behind his back as he nervously waited for James to come in.
He didn't know why he agreed to doing this, why he was standing stark naked, waiting for his best friend and cast mate to come in and act out every sexual fantasy he'd ever had on him.
Kendall had pictured this many a time as he worked himself in the privacy of his own bathroom, eyes closed as jaw slack as he pictured himself bent over for he tall brunette, said brunette fucking into him fast and hard from behind, his hand coming down sharply on Kendall's ass every so often as he thrust.
The knob of Kendall's bedroom door jiggled, snapping Kendall out of his fantasy as James entered the room. James smirked haughtily as he saw that indeed, Kendall was standing for him, naked as the day he was born.
James didn't say a word as he crossed the room and sat down on the side of Kendall's bed, simply crooking a finger, motioning for Kendall to come over to him. Kendall swallowed hard, uncharacteristically timid as he approached the brunette.
Once he was close enough, James's hands closed around Kendall's hips, pulling the blond further forward. "Over my lap," he instructed, Kendall biting his lip as he squatted down, laying his body over James's legs to that his ass was centered in James's view. "Perfect," James hummed, running his fingers teasingly down Kendall's back before settling them on the blonde's surprisingly shapely ass, giving the flesh a firm squeeze.
Kendall braced himself as he felt James raise his arm for the first smack, crying out when the hand collided roughly with his cheek. "James!" he moaned, throwing his head back and James landed another smack on the opposite mound.
James set a nice rhythm , fitting in two or three slaps on each side before his hand came down to sooth the burning skin with his palm before going back to spanking the blond again.
Kendall grew harder with every smack, his small arousal turning into a raging erection that was digging harshly into James's thigh. "Jamie, I'm so hard," Kendall moaned, taking advantage of his momentary ability to talk, seeing as James was soothing now instead of spanking.
"I see that," James said, Kendall letting out a whine at the husky undertone. "What do you want me to do about it, Kendall?"
"I want you to fuck me," Kendall blurted out unthinkingly, blushing crimson as he realized what he'd just said.
James chuckled darkly, landing another smack on Kendall's burning ass. "I think I might just do that."
Kendall moaned as James's words sunk in, along with the realization that he was finally going to get the thing he'd been lusting over ever since that ridiculous ass-slapping fiasco had started.
"Get off me," James ordered, Kendall obeying immediately, hopping off of James's lap, ignoring the stinging of his ass and the way James stared at his dick as it bobbed up and down at the movement. "Hands and knees, baby," James cooed as he stood up. "And stick that little ass out for me, will you? I want something to look at while I get naked."
Kendall licked his lips at the thought of finally getting to see James in all his naked glory. Sure, he'd caught glimpses of James on the tour bus, but never before had he gotten the chance to see James in all of his naked glory, on display for his eyes and his eyes only.
The blond nearly leaped onto the bed, scrambling to his hands and knees, dropping down on his elbows so that his ass was perched high in the air, just like James had asked.
"Just like that, baby," James purred as he ripped his t shirt over his head, throwing it into a random corner of the room. Kendall turned his head, moaning as he caught sight of James's sculpted torso. Kendall had to hold back an embarrassingly loud groan when James popped the button of his jeans, yanking them down his legs, underwear coming down too in the swift motion. Kendall's mouth watered as he looked James up and down, appreciating every line, dip, and curve of his body. Green eyes landed on James's cock, delighted in the way seven inched arched out from a toned body.
James sauntered over to the blond, smirking as he caught Kendall's gaze. He climbed onto the bed behind Kendall, giving the pert ass another smack for good measure. Kendall lurched forward, a wanton cry of pleasure breaking through his lips.
"So fucking hot, baby," James moaned, sucking three fingers in his mouth, thoroughly coating them with saliva. When he deemed them slicked enough, he pulled them out, two moving immediately to tease the puckered skin of Kendall's hole.
"Oh god," Kendall breathed, his voice shooting up an octave.
James bit back a moan as he pressed a finger into the blond, the tight heat gripping his finger and sucking it further in. He couldn't help but think how Kendall's ass would feel around his cock, and the thought had him pumping his finger quickly in and out, adding a second when Kendall started to fuck back on it.
The brunette scissored his fingers, opening the blond up for what was coming. Kendall was moaning like some kind of whore, thrusting back on James's fingers like his life depended on it. He threw his blond head back when James crooked his fingers up, the tips brushing against his prostate. "Fuck, fuck, James," he panted, "So good. Want your cock. Need your cock. Need it now."
Who was James to deny Kendall what he needed?
James pulled his fingers from Kendall's ass, wiping them on the covers before spitting into his palm, slicking up his cock the best he could before positioning the head against Kendall's prepared hole.
Large hands gripped slim hips, the blunt head pressing into the willing body below him.
Kendall's fists clenched in the sheets as James pressed into him, the pain of the penetration being worse than Kendall had first hypothesized. He must've voiced his pain out loud, as James's hands moved from his hips to soothe up and down his sides. "It's okay, Kendall," James cooed, "Gonna make you feel so good. Just wait."
Kendall nodded, gritting his teeth as James finally bottomed out. The stinging of his ass cheeks was nothing compared to the feeling of James's cock stretching his hole in a way it hadn't been stretched in a long time. The girth of James was what killed him - James had to be the thickest he'd ever had.
James stilled, waiting for Kendall's body to adjust to the intrusion. Kendall let out a few shaky breaths before he rocked his hips, signaling James that it was okay to move.
With his hands back to Kendall's hips, James pulled out wearily slow, pushing back in at the same snail's pace. He continued his slow thrusts until he felt Kendall truly loosen to accommodate him. Kendall must've felt the change as well, as he fucked himself back onto James's cock, moaning out a needy "Harder," at James's shallow thrusts.
James obeyed, pulling out to the tip, slamming back in with as must force as he could muster. Kendall practically screamed, throwing his head back as James gave not a second to let the pleasurable waves wrack his body before he was pulling out and fucking back in in the same manner.
Kendall's voice was one long, unbroken cry of pleasure, until he croaked out desperately, "Hit me. Hit my ass. Spank me."
James bit his lip, one hand raising from Kendall's hip to come down with a sharp smack, Kendall's ass tightening around his cock as the impact, forcing him to let out his own strangled moan. He hit Kendall again, setting a steady rhythm with his hips and the slaps. Thrust, thrust, smack. Thrust, thrust, smack.
Kendall had his head thrown back, mouth agape and eyes clenched shut as James continued his assault on his ass, both internally and externally. "So fucking tight, Kendall," James gritted out, thrusting hard into Kendall's pliant body, the blond crying out in ecstasy as the head of James's dick slid over his prostate. "So fucking good."
Kendall let out a broken sob, the pleasure causing tears to stream down his face. So much pleasure, it was painful. He'd never thought that having James fuck him like this would be as good as it was. It was just so fucking good.
A tingling feeling began to brew in Kendall's abdomen, the blond crying out that we was close, James grunting in agreement. The brunette was absolutely murdering Kendall's prostate, desperate to drive the blond over the edge without even having to touch his leaking dick.
After one last slap to his ass paired with one rough slam into his prostate, Kendall came with a broken shout, James's name falling from his lips. White splashed onto the dark blue sheets, painting them in stark contrast to their actual color.
James only managed two more thrusts before he came with a grunt, spilling himself for all he was worth, balls to balls and hips to ass. Kendall moaned as James filled him, the feeling strangely satisfying and erotic.
James thrusted shallowly into Kendall's used body a few more times before he pulled out, watching his semen dribble out from Kendall's gaping hole. Kendall collapsed onto his stomach, groaning as he realized exactly what he'd fallen on top of. James chuckled, flopping down onto his back and scooting over, pulling Kendall off of the puddle of his own cum, into his broad chest. Kendall made a tiny purring noise, nuzzling his face into James's neck, giving a content little sigh as James's arms squeezed around him.
"Good?" James asked after a few beats of silence, Kendall answering with a laugh.
"Very good," Kendall answered, a tiny little triumphant smile spreading across James's face.
"Good enough for a next time?" James added, Kendall's head lifting from it's spot against his neck so green could bore into hazel.
"Next time?" Kendall chirped, one eyebrow crooking upwards in question.
"Well, um, I," James sputtered, not sure how to start off. "The thing is, I sort of started the whole slap-ass thing to get you hot for me because I've had a thing for you for a really long time now, and well, now that I know it worked, I don't want to let somebody else to have that power. I don't want anybody else to have you." James murmured the last part in a quiet whisper.
Kendall smiled softly, straining upwards to plant a kiss on James's lips, realizing he hadn't done that during their whole tryst. James smiled brightly when he pulled away, only waiting a millisecond before he was grabbing the back of Kendall's neck and demanding another one.
"Do you wanna be my boyfriend?" Kendall asked shyly when he pulled away for the second time, a flush coloring his cheeks.
James grinned, brushing Kendall's sweaty hair from his face. "Definitely."
Kendall sighed in delight, nuzzling back into James's neck. A comfortable silence fell over them, until Kendall piped up again, realizing there was one thing that he had to get across. "James?"
"Yeah?" James answered, his voice sounding a little dreamy.
"Can you promise me something?" Kendall asked.
"Anything," James murmured, planting a kiss to Kendall's mussed hair.
"No more spanking m around Carlos or Logan or Dustin or anyone else, okay?" Kendall said, feeling James nod against him.
"That was only to get you to want me," James laughed.
"Sucks that I already wanted you," Kendall grinned.
James squeezed Kendall tighter to him. "You could've told me that, you know. Would've saved me a lot of trouble."
Kendall shrugged. "I could've" he mumbled, "But I didn't. Guess you could say I enjoyed it. I sort of didn't want you to stop."
James crooked an eyebrow in question. "But you want me to stop now? Now that we're together?"
Kendall thrummed his fingers against James's chest, drawing random shapes with his fingertip. "I said to stop doing it in front of the others. I never said you still coudn't spank me in private."
James grinned. "So I still get to spank you when it's just me and you?"
Kendall nodded, a grin to match James's plastered on his face. "As long as it's just me and you, you can spank me all you want."
James hugged Kendall's body closer, sighing happily as he realized he'd get to hold Kendall like this all the time now.
Wow, I suck at endings, don't I?
Well anyways, this was inspired by the Music Sounds Better With U special that was on Nick. Kendall kept getting slapped, and well, this is the result of those slaps and my mind.
Welp, hope you liked this.
Thoughts are nice. :3