btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“Hello?” You asked, speaking into the receiver. An unknown number had called, interrupting your conversation on Facebook with your friend.
“Wow. (y/n), is that you?” A voice spoke. You knew the voice somehow sounded familiar yet, the name was unclear.
“Um, I’m sorry. Who is this?”
There’s silence on the other end. You were about to hang up when the voice spoke again. “(y/n), it’s me. Carlos.”
You stopped breathing and your heart beat faster. Carlos? Two years back, you had move to another city, leaving your friendship with Carlos devastated. The thing was, you really liked Carlos and there wasn’t a day where you didn’t think of him. However, after you moved, the two of you also drifted apart. You tried calling him, texting him, but never did reply. As your friendship slipped away, the hope of you reuniting with Carlos faded away as well. You gave up. This was the first time you heard his voice for years.
“Carlos?” You spoke the name carefully, like unmarked territory.
“Yeah,” he whispered. There’s a silence between the two of you until he cleared his throat. “I’m surprised that you still kept your old phone number,” he chuckled awkwardly, attempting to make a joke.
“Yeah, well, the guy said it was better than getting a new number,” you shrugged, then blushed when you realized Carlos wouldn’t be able to see. But the truth was, you agreed to keep your old number so hopefully, Carlos would call you. No such luck.
Another awkward silence hung in the air. You sighed. Better get this over with. “So, um, what’s up?”
“Well, actually, the band is, uh, doing a concert and I believe it’s near where you’re living.”
“Oh,” you muttered lamely. Is that what he called for? To boast? “That’s cool. I guess.”
“I want you to come,” Carlos said. You thought you had imagined what he had just said so when you didn’t reply, Carlos repeated himself. “(y/n)? I said I want you to come.”
“Um, I’m a little busy. But I’ll try and see if I can come,” you said, through your teeth.
“Oh,” you tried to ignore the disappointment in Carlos’ voice. “Okay. The show starts at 7:30. Just tell the bouncer your name and he’ll let you - ” Before Carlos’ could finish, you slammed the phone down in its receiver.
Anger boiled inside of you. Who did he think he was? He ignored you for several years and suddenly, he appears thinking you’d crawl back to him like a desperate puppy? You stormed up to your room, pulling out your papers and started working. If Carlos thought he’d be able to play with the strings of your heart like that, you were going to show him he was wrong.
At 7:00, you sat back in your chair, impressed by the work you got done. You drummed your fingers and glanced at the clock. Well, what now? You bit your lip as your eyes flew to the phone where you had spoken with Carlos before. You sighed, heaving yourself up from the chair and went to go get dressed. You supposed seeing an old friend had no harm. And you knew in your heart that you wanted to see Carlos - especially after all these years.
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You arrived at the concert at 7:45, hearing the music already pumping. As an old favorite, City is Ours, ended, you walked to the ticket booth. Surprisingly, there was no bouncer there so you slipped in through the door. You were near the front, just as the boys bounded up stage.
“Alright, the next song is called Paralyzed,” James shouted out to the crowd. James and the others looked the same as always, bright and cute. But your eyes didn’t stop looking for Carlos, who then appeared wearing a black shirt and white pants. He wore a white cap backwards on his head as he danced. You let out a sigh, admiring his appearance. He still looked amazing.
His eyes searched the crowd and when they landed on you, they stayed there. He stopped dancing as his eyes locked with yours and soon, some looked at you, wondering why. He didn’t even move when Logan started singing and the song started to play.
When the chorus started, he barely sung. He lifted the microphone to his lips and sang along, his eyes never leaving yours. “I try to speak, but girl you got my tongue tied. I tried to breathe, but I’m f-f-frozen inside. I try to move but I’m stuck in my shoes. You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed. I see you walking all you do is pat me by. Don’t even talk cause words don’t even come into my mind. I’d make a move if I had the guts to.”
At the next verse, he jumped of the stage and jogged towards you. He pulled you into his arms and held you close, pressing his forehead on yours. As Logan sang, he whispered the same words into your eyes. “Now, i learned a lot from my mistakes. Never let a good thing slip away. I had a lot of time to look back and my only regret is not telling you what I was going through.”
“Carlos,” you whispered his name.
At the chorus, he leaned in and kissed you, making you feel bliss. When you pulled apart he looked at you closely, a gleam on his eyes. “I’d make a move if I had the guts to. Paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-paralyzed.”

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“Hello?” You asked, speaking into the receiver. An unknown number had called, interrupting your conversation on Facebook with your friend.

“Wow. (y/n), is that you?” A voice spoke. You knew the voice somehow sounded familiar yet, the name was unclear.

“Um, I’m sorry. Who is this?”

There’s silence on the other end. You were about to hang up when the voice spoke again. “(y/n), it’s me. Carlos.”

You stopped breathing and your heart beat faster. Carlos? Two years back, you had move to another city, leaving your friendship with Carlos devastated. The thing was, you really liked Carlos and there wasn’t a day where you didn’t think of him. However, after you moved, the two of you also drifted apart. You tried calling him, texting him, but never did reply. As your friendship slipped away, the hope of you reuniting with Carlos faded away as well. You gave up. This was the first time you heard his voice for years.

“Carlos?” You spoke the name carefully, like unmarked territory.

“Yeah,” he whispered. There’s a silence between the two of you until he cleared his throat. “I’m surprised that you still kept your old phone number,” he chuckled awkwardly, attempting to make a joke.

“Yeah, well, the guy said it was better than getting a new number,” you shrugged, then blushed when you realized Carlos wouldn’t be able to see. But the truth was, you agreed to keep your old number so hopefully, Carlos would call you. No such luck.

Another awkward silence hung in the air. You sighed. Better get this over with. “So, um, what’s up?”

“Well, actually, the band is, uh, doing a concert and I believe it’s near where you’re living.”

“Oh,” you muttered lamely. Is that what he called for? To boast? “That’s cool. I guess.”

“I want you to come,” Carlos said. You thought you had imagined what he had just said so when you didn’t reply, Carlos repeated himself. “(y/n)? I said I want you to come.”

“Um, I’m a little busy. But I’ll try and see if I can come,” you said, through your teeth.

“Oh,” you tried to ignore the disappointment in Carlos’ voice. “Okay. The show starts at 7:30. Just tell the bouncer your name and he’ll let you - ” Before Carlos’ could finish, you slammed the phone down in its receiver.

Anger boiled inside of you. Who did he think he was? He ignored you for several years and suddenly, he appears thinking you’d crawl back to him like a desperate puppy? You stormed up to your room, pulling out your papers and started working. If Carlos thought he’d be able to play with the strings of your heart like that, you were going to show him he was wrong.

At 7:00, you sat back in your chair, impressed by the work you got done. You drummed your fingers and glanced at the clock. Well, what now? You bit your lip as your eyes flew to the phone where you had spoken with Carlos before. You sighed, heaving yourself up from the chair and went to go get dressed. You supposed seeing an old friend had no harm. And you knew in your heart that you wanted to see Carlos - especially after all these years.

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You arrived at the concert at 7:45, hearing the music already pumping. As an old favorite, City is Ours, ended, you walked to the ticket booth. Surprisingly, there was no bouncer there so you slipped in through the door. You were near the front, just as the boys bounded up stage.

“Alright, the next song is called Paralyzed,” James shouted out to the crowd. James and the others looked the same as always, bright and cute. But your eyes didn’t stop looking for Carlos, who then appeared wearing a black shirt and white pants. He wore a white cap backwards on his head as he danced. You let out a sigh, admiring his appearance. He still looked amazing.

His eyes searched the crowd and when they landed on you, they stayed there. He stopped dancing as his eyes locked with yours and soon, some looked at you, wondering why. He didn’t even move when Logan started singing and the song started to play.

When the chorus started, he barely sung. He lifted the microphone to his lips and sang along, his eyes never leaving yours. “I try to speak, but girl you got my tongue tied. I tried to breathe, but I’m f-f-frozen inside. I try to move but I’m stuck in my shoes. You got me paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-p-paralyzed. I see you walking all you do is pat me by. Don’t even talk cause words don’t even come into my mind. I’d make a move if I had the guts to.

At the next verse, he jumped of the stage and jogged towards you. He pulled you into his arms and held you close, pressing his forehead on yours. As Logan sang, he whispered the same words into your eyes. “Now, i learned a lot from my mistakes. Never let a good thing slip away. I had a lot of time to look back and my only regret is not telling you what I was going through.

“Carlos,” you whispered his name.

At the chorus, he leaned in and kissed you, making you feel bliss. When you pulled apart he looked at you closely, a gleam on his eyes. “I’d make a move if I had the guts to. Paralyzed, paralyzed, p-p-paralyzed.”

(via big-time-stories)

big-time-stories:

Carlos drabble.
Inspired by: Invisible by Big Time Rush
By: Alycia.

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btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

You sat on your bed eagerly staring at the uStream that was happening as you clutched your pillow to your chest. James was looking extremely sexy today with a shirt that clung to his chest. His hair covered his eyes as he slowly brushed them to the side.
You sighed as you bit your lip nervously as James picked up his phone and started to read the Better With U tours. You wished he was by your side so badly, cuddling with you. He finished reading the dates as your cell phone pinged on the side. You ignored it and continued watching James whose eyes never left his cellphone.
Then your cellphone pinged again. And again. And again. You glanced once more at James who was biting his lip with a slight frown on his face. You groaned you leaned over to quickly grab your phone and opened the next text.
JAMES : Hey (y/n) , I miss you
JAMES : I’m doing a uStream right now
JAMES : I just finished reading the tour dates
JAMES : Are you busy? If you are, sorry.
A smile slowly crept on your face as you texted him back.
(Y/N) : I’m watching the uStream right now. You look mighty fine in that shirt.
You stared back at the screen and watched as James’ face slowly raised and looked into the camera. You smiled back as a grin formed on your boyfriend’s face, making you miss him more then ever.

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You sat on your bed eagerly staring at the uStream that was happening as you clutched your pillow to your chest. James was looking extremely sexy today with a shirt that clung to his chest. His hair covered his eyes as he slowly brushed them to the side.

You sighed as you bit your lip nervously as James picked up his phone and started to read the Better With U tours. You wished he was by your side so badly, cuddling with you. He finished reading the dates as your cell phone pinged on the side. You ignored it and continued watching James whose eyes never left his cellphone.

Then your cellphone pinged again. And again. And again. You glanced once more at James who was biting his lip with a slight frown on his face. You groaned you leaned over to quickly grab your phone and opened the next text.

JAMES : Hey (y/n) , I miss you

JAMES : I’m doing a uStream right now

JAMES : I just finished reading the tour dates

JAMES : Are you busy? If you are, sorry.

A smile slowly crept on your face as you texted him back.

(Y/N) : I’m watching the uStream right now. You look mighty fine in that shirt.

You stared back at the screen and watched as James’ face slowly raised and looked into the camera. You smiled back as a grin formed on your boyfriend’s face, making you miss him more then ever.

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“You know whose hot?” You asked, looking up from you magazine and at James who sat across from you.
James looked at you and chuckled before pointing at himself. Me, his mouthed to you.
You stared at him, wrinkling your nose before shaking your head. “I was going to say Zac Efron, but you know, whatever makes you happy,” you said, shrugging.
He raised an eyebrow. “So wait, just so we’re clear, you think Zac Efron is hotter than me?”
You smirked. “Your words, not mine.”
He stood up and walked over to you. “So I’m guessing he’s better in bed as well?”
You frowned, looking at him confused. “I don’t know, I never had sex with Zac,” you said, your words making your cheeks flush.
“Well,” he started, “I guess we’ll have to make sure it stays that way.” He pulls you up, pressing his body against yours as his fingers found his way to the back of your bra.

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“You know whose hot?” You asked, looking up from you magazine and at James who sat across from you.

James looked at you and chuckled before pointing at himself. Me, his mouthed to you.

You stared at him, wrinkling your nose before shaking your head. “I was going to say Zac Efron, but you know, whatever makes you happy,” you said, shrugging.

He raised an eyebrow. “So wait, just so we’re clear, you think Zac Efron is hotter than me?”

You smirked. “Your words, not mine.”

He stood up and walked over to you. “So I’m guessing he’s better in bed as well?”

You frowned, looking at him confused. “I don’t know, I never had sex with Zac,” you said, your words making your cheeks flush.

“Well,” he started, “I guess we’ll have to make sure it stays that way.” He pulls you up, pressing his body against yours as his fingers found his way to the back of your bra.

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“C’mon, I could care less about Selena and Justin’s relationship,” you exclaimed, throwing popcorn at the TV. “Hurry up already!” You yelled in the quiet house. Your very boyfriend was going to be on one of your favorite late talk show - ‘Late Night with Jimmy Fallon’.
“And next, we have one of the famous pop stars from the Nick band Big Time Rush, Mr. James Maslow,” Jimmy said.
“Finally!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Finally, finally, finally!” You giggled and let out a squeal before cuddling into your blanket as you turned up the volume.
“Welcome to the show, James,” Jimmy says.
“Thanks,” James said, nodding. “I’m glad to be here.”
“So, heard you have a girlfriend?”
“Wow, not even going to give me a few easy and quick questions?” James asked, giving a quiet laugh.
Jimmy shrugged. “I’m just asking the question everyone wants to know. So, is there a speical girl for you?”
James licked his lips before smiling. “Yeah, there’s this one girl. Named (y/n). She’s so beautiful and nothing is bigger than her heart. I love her,” James said, looking into the camera. You smiled back and bit your lip. Geez, he always knew the right thing to say.
“When do I get to meet her?” Jimmy asked.
James let out a small chuckle before he looked back into the camera. “Well, I was hoping at our wedding.” You let out a gasp as you watched on screen as James dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring. “That’s right, (y/n). Will you marry me and be Mrs. Maslow?”
You grabbed your phone, dialing in James number and watched on screen as he pulled out his phone. “Yes, of course. You don’t even have to ask twice,” you said, tears of joy streaming down your face.
A grin formed on his face as he turned to Jimmy. “She said yes. We’re getting married,” he exclaimed, his face bright.

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“C’mon, I could care less about Selena and Justin’s relationship,” you exclaimed, throwing popcorn at the TV. “Hurry up already!” You yelled in the quiet house. Your very boyfriend was going to be on one of your favorite late talk show - ‘Late Night with Jimmy Fallon’.

“And next, we have one of the famous pop stars from the Nick band Big Time Rush, Mr. James Maslow,” Jimmy said.

“Finally!” You shouted, throwing your hands in the air. “Finally, finally, finally!” You giggled and let out a squeal before cuddling into your blanket as you turned up the volume.

“Welcome to the show, James,” Jimmy says.

“Thanks,” James said, nodding. “I’m glad to be here.”

“So, heard you have a girlfriend?”

“Wow, not even going to give me a few easy and quick questions?” James asked, giving a quiet laugh.

Jimmy shrugged. “I’m just asking the question everyone wants to know. So, is there a speical girl for you?”

James licked his lips before smiling. “Yeah, there’s this one girl. Named (y/n). She’s so beautiful and nothing is bigger than her heart. I love her,” James said, looking into the camera. You smiled back and bit your lip. Geez, he always knew the right thing to say.

“When do I get to meet her?” Jimmy asked.

James let out a small chuckle before he looked back into the camera. “Well, I was hoping at our wedding.” You let out a gasp as you watched on screen as James dropped to one knee and pulled out a ring. “That’s right, (y/n). Will you marry me and be Mrs. Maslow?”

You grabbed your phone, dialing in James number and watched on screen as he pulled out his phone. “Yes, of course. You don’t even have to ask twice,” you said, tears of joy streaming down your face.

A grin formed on his face as he turned to Jimmy. “She said yes. We’re getting married,” he exclaimed, his face bright.

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“And then Kendall told me - ” You stopped short as Carlos’ head fell down on his shoulder and his eyes closed. “Carlos, I know you’re still awake,” you said, slapping his arm lightly.
He smiled before raising his head again and glancing at his laptop. “Sorry but the trending topics on Twitter are way more intresting than that story,” he said. “Have you seen the trending topics on Twitter?”
“No, I haven’t been on my Twitter since yesterday,” you said, glancing at your phone on the table. You jumped onto the bed next to him and cuddled into his arm as he wrapped one arm around you. With his other arm, he clicked on the Trending Topics and let you have a look.
“Carlos&(y/n)ArePerfection,” you read the number one TT worldwide and smiled.
“They’re not the only ones who thinks that,” he said, kissing you on your lips.

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“And then Kendall told me - ” You stopped short as Carlos’ head fell down on his shoulder and his eyes closed. “Carlos, I know you’re still awake,” you said, slapping his arm lightly.

He smiled before raising his head again and glancing at his laptop. “Sorry but the trending topics on Twitter are way more intresting than that story,” he said. “Have you seen the trending topics on Twitter?”

“No, I haven’t been on my Twitter since yesterday,” you said, glancing at your phone on the table. You jumped onto the bed next to him and cuddled into his arm as he wrapped one arm around you. With his other arm, he clicked on the Trending Topics and let you have a look.

“Carlos&(y/n)ArePerfection,” you read the number one TT worldwide and smiled.

“They’re not the only ones who thinks that,” he said, kissing you on your lips.

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“James, can you try on this dress for me?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. 
“This is a dress, (y/n),” James said, raising and eyebrow as you hold the dress up to your chest.
“I know but my cousin is around your height so please?” You asked, biting your lip flirtatiously.
James stares at you for a moment then sighs. “Give me that,” he grumbled, grabbing the dress from your hands. You grin as you follow him to the dressing room.
You wait for a moment before James comes out wearing the dress and matching sash. You hold back a laugh as he adjusts the top and avoids your eyes, looking straight ahead. “It fits perfectly. Thanks babe, I think I’m going to buy it for her,” you said, standing on your tippytoes to kiss him.
“Fantastic,” he mumbled, walking back into the change room. A few seconds later, his head peaks out of the door. “Uh, (y/n), the zipper is stuck.”
“The what?”
“The zipper to the dress,” he whispered loudly. “I don’t know how you girls do it.”
You rolled your eyes and slipped inside his change room. “Turn around,” you said, gesturing. He does as told and you tug on the zipper. It goes down with no problem, the dress falling down to the ground. However, something unexpected happens. James is fully naked.
“James, you’re not supposed to take off everything. You keep your underwear on,” you said, closing your eyes and sighing.
James looks down then up at you from the reflection in the mirror. “Well, since I’m already naked…” He pushes you against the wall and tugs down your shorts while kissing your neck.
“James - ” You let out a moan which he covers up with a sloppy kiss.
“Shh, we don’t want to get caught, do you?”
“The zipper was never stuck, was it?” You asked, growing breathless as he traced your underwear lace.
“You know me so well, babe,” he said, pulling down your panties.

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“James, can you try on this dress for me?” You asked, cocking your head to the side. 

“This is a dress, (y/n),” James said, raising and eyebrow as you hold the dress up to your chest.

“I know but my cousin is around your height so please?” You asked, biting your lip flirtatiously.

James stares at you for a moment then sighs. “Give me that,” he grumbled, grabbing the dress from your hands. You grin as you follow him to the dressing room.

You wait for a moment before James comes out wearing the dress and matching sash. You hold back a laugh as he adjusts the top and avoids your eyes, looking straight ahead. “It fits perfectly. Thanks babe, I think I’m going to buy it for her,” you said, standing on your tippytoes to kiss him.

“Fantastic,” he mumbled, walking back into the change room. A few seconds later, his head peaks out of the door. “Uh, (y/n), the zipper is stuck.”

“The what?”

“The zipper to the dress,” he whispered loudly. “I don’t know how you girls do it.”

You rolled your eyes and slipped inside his change room. “Turn around,” you said, gesturing. He does as told and you tug on the zipper. It goes down with no problem, the dress falling down to the ground. However, something unexpected happens. James is fully naked.

“James, you’re not supposed to take off everything. You keep your underwear on,” you said, closing your eyes and sighing.

James looks down then up at you from the reflection in the mirror. “Well, since I’m already naked…” He pushes you against the wall and tugs down your shorts while kissing your neck.

“James - ” You let out a moan which he covers up with a sloppy kiss.

“Shh, we don’t want to get caught, do you?”

“The zipper was never stuck, was it?” You asked, growing breathless as he traced your underwear lace.

“You know me so well, babe,” he said, pulling down your panties.

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

You watched from the croud, glancing around the Much Headquarters, trying your best to blend in. It didn’t seem to be that big of a problem because all the girls were screaming at the four handsome boys up front. You watched your James sit down next to his bandmates and look out into the wave of girls, smiling. He caught your eye, smiling as he gave you a fast wink. Some girls caught it and turned back to look at you, giving you jealous glares.

“You’re ever so lucky,” one girl whispered to you, grinning. You nodded in agreement as you turned your head back to the interview. The screams died down when the interviewer looked over to the boys.

“Alright, welcome to Much. How do you like Toronto so far?” She asked as the boys looked at each other.

“All I can say is that there are lots of pretty girls,” Logan said, nodding. More screams. That troll. He could always make girls swoon.

The interviewer laughed. “Now, I’m just going to ask you guys the question that all the girls are just dying to know,” she said, glancing around. “Raise your hand if you’re single.”

Kendall’s hand shot up, Logan’s went up but Carlos’ and James’ stayed down. Several of other girls in the croud raised their hands too but yours stayed down. You watched as James and Carlos glanced around, nodding slowly.

“Okay, so you two are single,” she said, pointing to Logan and Kendall. “But you two are taken. I do believe you’re getting married, correct James?”

He smiled, laughing. “Yeah, that’s true.”

“One question, how did you know she was the one? The one for you?”

“It’s kind of simple. When I look at her, I just get happy, you know? This feeling you get when you’re in love - it’s incredible. When I touch her, I get butterflies all over. She’s amazing. Love is amazing and you wake up one day and you realize you know what, I want to spend the rest of life with that one person.” He looks up and at you, his eyes shinning. “And when they accept, it feels twice as amazing.”

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

You cuddled into the side of Kendall as you flipped through the pages of our magazine. He leaned over and glanced at the article you were reading and you felt his breath on your cheek. “Justin’s going to propose to Selena?”
“Beats me,” you said, shrugging. “You never can really know with celebrity gossip.”
He stood up from the couch with a groan, making you stiffen. “True enough. But I do know one thing.”
“Which is what?” You asked, putting the magazine to the side and staring up to him.
“That Logan is going to be out with the boys tonight but I’m going to be playing a game with you. And win.” He grabbed the nearby Nerf gun and held it on his shoulder as he swiveled around to face you.
“A game?” You let out a snort. “Really.”
He smiled, holding the gun to your chest. “Surrender to me.”
Unable to hold in your laughter, you let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back. “You think I’m scared of you and your little Nerf gun?”
“You should be,” he said, his eyes suddenly had a different spark. Lust. “I’ll repeat. Surrender to me.”
You raised your eyebrow, realizing he was serious. “Please,” you said, waving him off. “You may be all badboy on stage, but with me, you’re like a little puppy.”
“Excuse me? You’re going to be so sorry you said that,” he growled, tossing the gun aside and tackling you so he was kneeling above you. You stared up at him as he took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos and abs. He ran his hands up your shirt tugging it off before you could say anything else.
“Ken - Kendall,” you groaned.
“Shut up, (y/n). You didn’t obey my orders so now you’ll have to pay.”
He rubs the hem of your bra before leaning down and kissing your belly button. He kisses moved up until he reached your neck, sure to leave a bruise. You let out a moan which he covered with a sloppy kiss as he began to undo your belt. Your shorts slid off easily and you worked on his pants while he rained you with kisses. 
You felt his erection throb hard on your core as clothes flew in every direction when finally Kendall pulled your naked body close to his. “Alright, now you have one last chance. Surrender to me,” he repeated, his husky voice in your ear.
You went weak as Kendall chuckled. “Good girl. Now as long as you listen to me for the rest of the night, you’ll be fine.”

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

You cuddled into the side of Kendall as you flipped through the pages of our magazine. He leaned over and glanced at the article you were reading and you felt his breath on your cheek. “Justin’s going to propose to Selena?”

“Beats me,” you said, shrugging. “You never can really know with celebrity gossip.”

He stood up from the couch with a groan, making you stiffen. “True enough. But I do know one thing.”

“Which is what?” You asked, putting the magazine to the side and staring up to him.

“That Logan is going to be out with the boys tonight but I’m going to be playing a game with you. And win.” He grabbed the nearby Nerf gun and held it on his shoulder as he swiveled around to face you.

“A game?” You let out a snort. “Really.”

He smiled, holding the gun to your chest. “Surrender to me.”

Unable to hold in your laughter, you let out a loud laugh, throwing your head back. “You think I’m scared of you and your little Nerf gun?”

“You should be,” he said, his eyes suddenly had a different spark. Lust. “I’ll repeat. Surrender to me.”

You raised your eyebrow, realizing he was serious. “Please,” you said, waving him off. “You may be all badboy on stage, but with me, you’re like a little puppy.”

“Excuse me? You’re going to be so sorry you said that,” he growled, tossing the gun aside and tackling you so he was kneeling above you. You stared up at him as he took off his shirt, revealing his tattoos and abs. He ran his hands up your shirt tugging it off before you could say anything else.

“Ken - Kendall,” you groaned.

“Shut up, (y/n). You didn’t obey my orders so now you’ll have to pay.”

He rubs the hem of your bra before leaning down and kissing your belly button. He kisses moved up until he reached your neck, sure to leave a bruise. You let out a moan which he covered with a sloppy kiss as he began to undo your belt. Your shorts slid off easily and you worked on his pants while he rained you with kisses. 

You felt his erection throb hard on your core as clothes flew in every direction when finally Kendall pulled your naked body close to his. “Alright, now you have one last chance. Surrender to me,” he repeated, his husky voice in your ear.

You went weak as Kendall chuckled. “Good girl. Now as long as you listen to me for the rest of the night, you’ll be fine.”

(via big-time-stories)

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“So tell me again why you have to be dressed like that and be dancing at the same time?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his tight grey tshirt. You hated to see him sweat. It made your skin crawl and that just made you want him even more.
“Because that’s just the way it is. Jenna from wardrobe said we had to wear this,” James explained as he adjusted his sunglasses.
“That’s a stupid reason. You already look good enough.” You wrinkled your nose.
“You think so?” He smirked from behind his sunglasses as he fixed his ear. He gave you a cocky shrug as he answered you. “I don’t make the rules, babe.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before jogging off the stage for the last song of their concert.
“I don’t make the rules, babe,” you mocked him as he disappeared on the stage. Tease, you thought to yourself. James David Maslow was a tease.
Luckily enough, their last song was City is Ours so there wasn’t much thrusting but it was just as bad when James lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat off his face, making the front row scream. “Tease,” you muttered as the song finished and James jogged backstage towards you.
“What do you think, (y/n)? Am I worthy of your love?” James asked, smiling.
“Shut up and kiss me,” you said, pulling him towards you. Your two bodies touched and your lips met, the heat growing more intense within the seconds. His hands ran up your shirt, fingering the bra hook, attempting to get it off. Your hand went to his head, your fingers running through his brown, wet hair. He pulled you towards his dressing room, throwing you on the couch as he tugged off his shirt. Damn, the boy had been working out. His strong arms wrapped around your body and tugged off your shirt, revealing your bare chest.
“Shit, (y/n). Why do you always have to look so good?” He murmers against your lips as you let out a moan. “Shh, baby, what if they hear us?” He said, raining your body with kisses.
“You’re one to talk,” you managed to choke out a you worked on his belt.
It wasn’t long before the two of you were naked, making each other sweat more than James did when he preformed on stage.

btr-makes-me-go-asdfghjkl:

“So tell me again why you have to be dressed like that and be dancing at the same time?” You asked, raising an eyebrow at his tight grey tshirt. You hated to see him sweat. It made your skin crawl and that just made you want him even more.

“Because that’s just the way it is. Jenna from wardrobe said we had to wear this,” James explained as he adjusted his sunglasses.

“That’s a stupid reason. You already look good enough.” You wrinkled your nose.

“You think so?” He smirked from behind his sunglasses as he fixed his ear. He gave you a cocky shrug as he answered you. “I don’t make the rules, babe.” He gave you a quick peck on the lips before jogging off the stage for the last song of their concert.

“I don’t make the rules, babe,” you mocked him as he disappeared on the stage. Tease, you thought to yourself. James David Maslow was a tease.

Luckily enough, their last song was City is Ours so there wasn’t much thrusting but it was just as bad when James lifted his shirt to wipe his sweat off his face, making the front row scream. “Tease,” you muttered as the song finished and James jogged backstage towards you.

“What do you think, (y/n)? Am I worthy of your love?” James asked, smiling.

“Shut up and kiss me,” you said, pulling him towards you. Your two bodies touched and your lips met, the heat growing more intense within the seconds. His hands ran up your shirt, fingering the bra hook, attempting to get it off. Your hand went to his head, your fingers running through his brown, wet hair. He pulled you towards his dressing room, throwing you on the couch as he tugged off his shirt. Damn, the boy had been working out. His strong arms wrapped around your body and tugged off your shirt, revealing your bare chest.

“Shit, (y/n). Why do you always have to look so good?” He murmers against your lips as you let out a moan. “Shh, baby, what if they hear us?” He said, raining your body with kisses.

“You’re one to talk,” you managed to choke out a you worked on his belt.

It wasn’t long before the two of you were naked, making each other sweat more than James did when he preformed on stage.

(via big-time-stories)