I bet you thought I was done, didn't you. YOU THOUGHT WRONG.
Pairing/Characters: Carlos Pena Jr./James Maslow.
Fandom: Big Time Rush.
Rating/Warnings: Ha, um. NC-17. This is, honestly, just shameless porn.
Summary: "Fuck, Carlos."
Notes: So I wrote this inexcusable piece of debauchery for
copper_pentacle's birthday last year, which happened to fall a bit after the livestream that the boys did where James was strangely absent. (And, um, they performed the ukelele version of "Halfway There" and I may or may not have cried with joy the whole time.) I took the filthy, inappropriate crackthoughts that spawned from James's absence and just ran with them, since Jarlos is her BTR otp. Reposting it here with her permisson to give the community a little more love!
Can be read at my fic journal.
sorry for the spam, guys. I'm done for now, I pinky swear.