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Title: Two Rings And I'll Come
Fandom: Big Time Rush RPS
Characters/Pairing: James Maslow and Carlos Pena; Jarlos
Words: 1,616
Rating: R for non-explicit sex
Summary: James likes it when Carlos cleans his house.
They had been watching TV for maybe half an hour when Carlos got up to get a drink from James' kitchen.
"You want anything?" he asked from the doorway.
"Nah I'm good."
James turned back to the TV to mindlessly watch the commercials. His interest was almost piqued when a new pair of Nikes was advertised but he sunk back down into indifference after the spot ended.
He continued to watch the commercials, then the show, then back to commercials before James realised Carlos had not returned from the kitchen. He muted the TV. Was that water running?
James pushed himself off the couch and went into the kitchen.
"Carlos, what're you--"
James froze in the doorway. Carlos was at his sink. Doing his dishes. James took a quick survey of the rest of the kitchen. Carlos had put away the miscellaneous bags of food James had left about, and even wiped down the counters.
Carlos turned around with a smile on his face. "Oh, sorry, just thought I'd tidy up a bit for you. You don't want ants to gather!"
James raised an eyebrow.
Carlos shifted. "Uh. Sorry." He gently placed the last plate on the dish rack and stepped away from the sink, wiping his hands on a towel.
"Whatever floats your boat, man, but you don't have to do that."
Carlos' smile returned. "Oh. Okay. Well, I don't mind! Anyway let's get back I want to see what house they picked."
They had been watching a show on HGTV about couples who have to pick between three equally nice houses and James and Carlos always argued which one they'd rather have.
"You missed it," James said as he turned away and walked back to the couch with Carlos. "They picked the split level with the balcony that you could jump off of into the pool."
Carlos made a noncommittal noise. He had preferred the one with the large kitchen island. They continued watching House Hunters until it went to infomercials. James had fallen asleep so Carlos whacked him on his stomach to wake him up.
James jerked awake and glared at Carlos. "What time is it?" He dug the remote from underneath his back.
Carlos glanced at his watch. "Three. I guess I'll get out of here."
"Mmm. Okay." James sat up enough to give Carlos a hug and asked him to lock the door on the way out.
- - One Week Later - -
James was sitting home, alone, bored. His head on the couch armrest and his cell propped up in front of his nose he spoke to it: "Call Carlitos." His phone thought for a moment then it started ringing.
Carlos picked up in no less than two rings. "Hey what's up?"
"There's an Entourage marathon starting in 30. You game?"
"Of course! Be there in a few."
While he waited for Carlos to arrive James contemplated getting up and putting on real clothes. Instead he figured pyjamas were, in fact, the best attire for an Entourage marathon.
When Carlos arrived he knocked once then let himself in. He made to throw his key on the coffee table but froze.
"Dude, what happened in here?" he asked, looking around.
James sat up, brushing crumbs off his shirt. "Uh. What do you mean?" He looked at the same spots Carlos was staring at. Sure, he could probably throw away the empty bag of chips and he had left his workout clothes on the floor and he could probably vacuum but it wasn't that bad.
Carlos spent the twenty minutes before Entourage tidying up while James made them some food. When Carlos came in and tried cleaning up the slight mess James was leaving in the kitchen, James playfully blocked the shorter one from being able to do anything, instructing him to go sit on the couch.
Finally James finished throwing together the food (salads and chicken and chicken salad) without too much interference from Carlos (though he did let him put the cookware in the sink to soak) and they set in to watch the marathon.
They hardly moved for hours, James with his back against the armrest and his feet on the couch and Carlos sunk deep into the cushions. Eventually the marathon ended and James reached out a foot to press the power button on the remote, which had been discarded on the table. When the TV kicked off they were left in the dark.
Sometime in the early morning James woke up to Carlos rummaging around. He rolled over to press his face into the couch, hiding from the light on his face. He felt Carlos press a gentle hand on his shoulder and whisper "See you later" before he left. He listened for the door to latch and key to lock before he fell back asleep.
When he woke up again it was late morning and the living room had been cleaned.
- - Two Days Later - -
Again, the phone barely rang twice before Carlos picked up.
"Sup?"
"Heeey Carlos you wanna do me a favour?"
"Sure what's up?"
"Just come over and I'll explain it when you get here?"
"On my way," Carlos said without argument and hung up.
When James heard Carlos' car pull up he positioned himself in front of the door, ready for when Carlos entered. A minute later, Carlos knocked then opened the door.
"So what's going... on..." Carlos stopped in the doorway.
James put up a perfectly embarrassed expression across his face. "Uh, hey. So. Can you help me?"
Carlos slowly closed the door behind him. "Dude... I was here two days ago. What happened?"
To put it lightly, the place was a mess. James, while casual with his cleaning, was no slob. But this was ridiculous.
Carlos couldn't recall ever seeing James' house this wrecked.
"Yeah, I don't know man, I guess I just got super busy and didn't pay attention at all..." James drifted off and kicked at a half-full garbage bag.
"Well, let's get started then," Carlos said with a perky smile on the corner of his lips as he took off his hoodie and set to work. "You know," Carlos continued as he started shoving trash into the plastic bag, "I'd almost think you made this mess on purpose!" he joked. Carlos looked up from his work when he heard something crash and he caught eyes with James, whose face was in utter shock.
"...James?" he asked and let the bag fall from his hands.
"I'm sorry... just I wanted a reason for you to come over and you always look so happy when you're cleaning and you always stay the longest when you clean up and I just thought--" his run-on sentence was abruptly interrupted.
Carlos deftly made his way through the refuse towards James. Without hesitation he grabbed the front of James' shirt and pulled him down to carefully place his lips against James'. It only took James a heartbeat before he pressed back down into Carlos, his hands sliding onto his back. They parted, chests heavy, eyes locked. James' pupils were blown and Carlos' lips were shining.
No words were said. There was no need to ask "Are you sure?" or "Is this what you want?" because at that moment their chests were pressed so tightly together they could feel one another's heartbeat reverberate against each other and that was all that mattered.
James slowly, very slowly put his forehead against Carlos' before kissing him again. Carlos opened his mouth without much protest and when the tips of their tongues brushed a little shock of energy set them into motion. They began to pull at each other more intently and James could feel himself straining against his jeans and with a firm push from Carlos he knew the other was in the same condition. Solid fingers dug into tan flesh and warm hands tucked the other's hair behind his ear.
Every spot Carlos left a hand on James was scorched and burned and James did the same, working his hands up under the simple shirt to run his fingers along the tight ribcage underneath. Carlos let out a low, unabashed noise and made haste to pull James' shirt up to untuck it from his jeans.
Without pause they worked together to pop open buttons and pull down flies and Carlos faltered when his hand met with skin. He glanced down. James was not wearing any underwear. Carlos let out a hushed "oh..." before sliding his hands down further, mesmerized. James mimed Carlos' actions, slipping his hands into the blue boxers. They moved in unison, tugging on each other slow at first, until James hitched slightly and Carlos took the opportunity to quicken. He pressed his forehead into James' shoulder, watching their hands work separately at first then come together.
Their knees grew weak and Carlos looked back up to James, his face splotchy and red and sweaty and beautiful and they were kissing again. Their lips melded together at first, hands clamped together and tongues swirling and there was so much contact they thought their senses were going to catch on fire and finally it was too much and their wrists twitched and they were no longer kissing but merely gasping into each other as the clung together. Like with everything else, they came in unison and Carlos' fist clenched in James' hair while James dug his blunt fingers into Carlos' hip.
They rode it out until they were both empty and full at the same time. Carlos, coated in a thin sheen of sweat, looked up at James. "We're really going to have to clean up now, huh?"
Fandom: Big Time Rush RPS
Characters/Pairing: James Maslow and Carlos Pena; Jarlos
Words: 1,616
Rating: R for non-explicit sex
Summary: James likes it when Carlos cleans his house.
They had been watching TV for maybe half an hour when Carlos got up to get a drink from James' kitchen.
"You want anything?" he asked from the doorway.
"Nah I'm good."
James turned back to the TV to mindlessly watch the commercials. His interest was almost piqued when a new pair of Nikes was advertised but he sunk back down into indifference after the spot ended.
He continued to watch the commercials, then the show, then back to commercials before James realised Carlos had not returned from the kitchen. He muted the TV. Was that water running?
James pushed himself off the couch and went into the kitchen.
"Carlos, what're you--"
James froze in the doorway. Carlos was at his sink. Doing his dishes. James took a quick survey of the rest of the kitchen. Carlos had put away the miscellaneous bags of food James had left about, and even wiped down the counters.
Carlos turned around with a smile on his face. "Oh, sorry, just thought I'd tidy up a bit for you. You don't want ants to gather!"
James raised an eyebrow.
Carlos shifted. "Uh. Sorry." He gently placed the last plate on the dish rack and stepped away from the sink, wiping his hands on a towel.
"Whatever floats your boat, man, but you don't have to do that."
Carlos' smile returned. "Oh. Okay. Well, I don't mind! Anyway let's get back I want to see what house they picked."
They had been watching a show on HGTV about couples who have to pick between three equally nice houses and James and Carlos always argued which one they'd rather have.
"You missed it," James said as he turned away and walked back to the couch with Carlos. "They picked the split level with the balcony that you could jump off of into the pool."
Carlos made a noncommittal noise. He had preferred the one with the large kitchen island. They continued watching House Hunters until it went to infomercials. James had fallen asleep so Carlos whacked him on his stomach to wake him up.
James jerked awake and glared at Carlos. "What time is it?" He dug the remote from underneath his back.
Carlos glanced at his watch. "Three. I guess I'll get out of here."
"Mmm. Okay." James sat up enough to give Carlos a hug and asked him to lock the door on the way out.
- - One Week Later - -
James was sitting home, alone, bored. His head on the couch armrest and his cell propped up in front of his nose he spoke to it: "Call Carlitos." His phone thought for a moment then it started ringing.
Carlos picked up in no less than two rings. "Hey what's up?"
"There's an Entourage marathon starting in 30. You game?"
"Of course! Be there in a few."
While he waited for Carlos to arrive James contemplated getting up and putting on real clothes. Instead he figured pyjamas were, in fact, the best attire for an Entourage marathon.
When Carlos arrived he knocked once then let himself in. He made to throw his key on the coffee table but froze.
"Dude, what happened in here?" he asked, looking around.
James sat up, brushing crumbs off his shirt. "Uh. What do you mean?" He looked at the same spots Carlos was staring at. Sure, he could probably throw away the empty bag of chips and he had left his workout clothes on the floor and he could probably vacuum but it wasn't that bad.
Carlos spent the twenty minutes before Entourage tidying up while James made them some food. When Carlos came in and tried cleaning up the slight mess James was leaving in the kitchen, James playfully blocked the shorter one from being able to do anything, instructing him to go sit on the couch.
Finally James finished throwing together the food (salads and chicken and chicken salad) without too much interference from Carlos (though he did let him put the cookware in the sink to soak) and they set in to watch the marathon.
They hardly moved for hours, James with his back against the armrest and his feet on the couch and Carlos sunk deep into the cushions. Eventually the marathon ended and James reached out a foot to press the power button on the remote, which had been discarded on the table. When the TV kicked off they were left in the dark.
Sometime in the early morning James woke up to Carlos rummaging around. He rolled over to press his face into the couch, hiding from the light on his face. He felt Carlos press a gentle hand on his shoulder and whisper "See you later" before he left. He listened for the door to latch and key to lock before he fell back asleep.
When he woke up again it was late morning and the living room had been cleaned.
- - Two Days Later - -
Again, the phone barely rang twice before Carlos picked up.
"Sup?"
"Heeey Carlos you wanna do me a favour?"
"Sure what's up?"
"Just come over and I'll explain it when you get here?"
"On my way," Carlos said without argument and hung up.
When James heard Carlos' car pull up he positioned himself in front of the door, ready for when Carlos entered. A minute later, Carlos knocked then opened the door.
"So what's going... on..." Carlos stopped in the doorway.
James put up a perfectly embarrassed expression across his face. "Uh, hey. So. Can you help me?"
Carlos slowly closed the door behind him. "Dude... I was here two days ago. What happened?"
To put it lightly, the place was a mess. James, while casual with his cleaning, was no slob. But this was ridiculous.
Carlos couldn't recall ever seeing James' house this wrecked.
"Yeah, I don't know man, I guess I just got super busy and didn't pay attention at all..." James drifted off and kicked at a half-full garbage bag.
"Well, let's get started then," Carlos said with a perky smile on the corner of his lips as he took off his hoodie and set to work. "You know," Carlos continued as he started shoving trash into the plastic bag, "I'd almost think you made this mess on purpose!" he joked. Carlos looked up from his work when he heard something crash and he caught eyes with James, whose face was in utter shock.
"...James?" he asked and let the bag fall from his hands.
"I'm sorry... just I wanted a reason for you to come over and you always look so happy when you're cleaning and you always stay the longest when you clean up and I just thought--" his run-on sentence was abruptly interrupted.
Carlos deftly made his way through the refuse towards James. Without hesitation he grabbed the front of James' shirt and pulled him down to carefully place his lips against James'. It only took James a heartbeat before he pressed back down into Carlos, his hands sliding onto his back. They parted, chests heavy, eyes locked. James' pupils were blown and Carlos' lips were shining.
No words were said. There was no need to ask "Are you sure?" or "Is this what you want?" because at that moment their chests were pressed so tightly together they could feel one another's heartbeat reverberate against each other and that was all that mattered.
James slowly, very slowly put his forehead against Carlos' before kissing him again. Carlos opened his mouth without much protest and when the tips of their tongues brushed a little shock of energy set them into motion. They began to pull at each other more intently and James could feel himself straining against his jeans and with a firm push from Carlos he knew the other was in the same condition. Solid fingers dug into tan flesh and warm hands tucked the other's hair behind his ear.
Every spot Carlos left a hand on James was scorched and burned and James did the same, working his hands up under the simple shirt to run his fingers along the tight ribcage underneath. Carlos let out a low, unabashed noise and made haste to pull James' shirt up to untuck it from his jeans.
Without pause they worked together to pop open buttons and pull down flies and Carlos faltered when his hand met with skin. He glanced down. James was not wearing any underwear. Carlos let out a hushed "oh..." before sliding his hands down further, mesmerized. James mimed Carlos' actions, slipping his hands into the blue boxers. They moved in unison, tugging on each other slow at first, until James hitched slightly and Carlos took the opportunity to quicken. He pressed his forehead into James' shoulder, watching their hands work separately at first then come together.
Their knees grew weak and Carlos looked back up to James, his face splotchy and red and sweaty and beautiful and they were kissing again. Their lips melded together at first, hands clamped together and tongues swirling and there was so much contact they thought their senses were going to catch on fire and finally it was too much and their wrists twitched and they were no longer kissing but merely gasping into each other as the clung together. Like with everything else, they came in unison and Carlos' fist clenched in James' hair while James dug his blunt fingers into Carlos' hip.
They rode it out until they were both empty and full at the same time. Carlos, coated in a thin sheen of sweat, looked up at James. "We're really going to have to clean up now, huh?"