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“Dude, you're not serious.”
James pushed Logan further into the Palm Woods gym where Kendall and Carlos were already waiting impatiently.
“Au contraire, my short nerdy friend.” James grinned and steered Logan towards an open bench, “I am very serious.”
Logan sighed but remained seated, it was better just to go along with James’ dumb competitions than fight them.
“I’ve gathered you all here so we can see who will be crowned this year’s winner of the Strongest One in the group.” James declared, gesturing towards the gym equipment.
“James, why do we have to do this every year?” Kendall asked with a rather impressive eye roll, “You’re the only one that regularly goes to the gym anyway.”
“Aw, Honey Bunches,” James started and narrowly dodged the sharp kick Kendall directed at him due to the nickname, “It’s important to keep up with tradition. How would you feel if we didn’t do the Mega Prank War this year?”
All three of his best friends let out a scandalized gasp.
James nodded happily, “Exactly.”
“I’m totally going to win this year!” Carlos exclaimed and clumsily positioned himself on the gym equipment.
James adjusted the weights and looked down at him, “You know the rules, buddy. Whoever can lift the most without injury will be declared the Best Most Strongest Beefy Man in the world.”
“Good luck, ‘Litos.” Kendall smirked, leaning back on the bench.
Logan rested his chin on the back of his hand and looked at the shortest boy in exasperated amusement, “Don’t hurt yourself.”
Carlos gripped the bar in steely determination.
“Let’s go!” Carlos strained against the weight, his biceps jumping as he lifted the heavy metal. It was honestly impressive how strong he could be with the right motivation.
The bar was dropped back on to its holder with a loud clang, and Carlos let out a whoop of victory.
“Not bad, my friend.” James said, “Logan, you’re up!”
Logan groaned, “Do I have to? We all know how this is going to end.”
“Don’t sell yourself short, Logie.” Kendall teased, “You can do it.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Logan grumbled under his breath and situated himself on the bench press.
“Ok, one, two, three - AH!” Logan screeched as soon as he lifted the bar off the handle, its weight tipping dangerously to the side. Kendall and James quickly caught the bar on either side of their friend and placed it back on its stand.
Logan scowled and sat up, rubbing at his shoulder.
“I need new friends.” He glared at James, but the tallest teen just laughed and slapped Logan on the back.
“Better luck next year, dude.” James remarked before turning to Kendall.
The blond crossed his arms over his chest and leveled James with an unimpressed look, “This is stupid.”
James slung an arm around his best friend’s shoulders, “C’mon, Kendall. Where’s that competitive spirit we all know and love?”
Kendall blew his fringe of hair off of his forehead, “Yeah, well, I only care about competitions that actually matter.”
A large grin spread across James’ face, “You mean ones that you can actually win.”
James knew he had won the argument as soon as he looked into Kendall’s fiery eyes.
“Step back, pretty boy.” Kendall responded and strode to the bench.
James stood by Kendall’s head and leaned over so they could make eye contact, “Good luck, noodle arms.”
Kendall pulled a face and prepared himself for the weight. He took a deep breath then lifted with all his might while Carlos and Logan cheered him on.
To his credit, Kendall was able to hold it for several seconds. He hadn’t become their high school hockey captain because of nothing. But before he could put the weight back on the rack, he felt his arms quake with exertion. Kendall dug as deep as he could, but the bar was falling back down closer to his chest.
Suddenly, the crushing weight was being lifted from his grasp by Carlos and a very smug looking James.
“Oooo, sorry, babe.” James’ eyes sparkled.
Kendall just rolled his eyes again and allowed James to take his place on the bench.
To his extreme chagrin, the tall brunet was able to lift the bar with practiced ease, barely making a noise as he lifted and set the bar back down on its stand.
“Congrats, James.” Kendall said flatly, “You win.”
James beamed, “I win, ah, what?” He prompted, staring expectantly at his best friends.
The three teens sighed at a preening James, “You win the Best Most Strongest Beefy Man in the world competition.” They recited monotonously.
“Hell yeah, I did.”
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Later that evening, James was searching around his room for his phone.
“Hey, can you get off the bed?” James asked his boyfriend who was lounging in his boxers on his bed, “I think my phone fell behind the mattress.”
Kendall glanced away from his own phone and looked at James from where he laid comfortably on his back.
He scoffed, “Since you’re so strong, why don’t you do it yourself?”
James raised one eyebrow, a smile dancing across his lips. Kendall always got a little testy after that particular competition, but it was all in good fun. The stubborn teen just didn’t like losing, while James was being as annoying as he could to gloat about his win.
It wasn’t every day you beat Kendall Knight at something, after all. And James was going to milk this for as long as possible.
He nonchalantly moved closer to his boyfriend and ran a light hand along Kendall’s exposed leg.
Kendall looked up curiously at James, and before he could react, James had hooked his arms under Kendall’s knees and yanked him closer to the edge of the mattress.
“James!” Kendall yelped in surprise and tried to sit up before he was dragged off the bed.
James used this to his advantage and hoisted Kendall up completely, their chests pressed tightly together as James stood tall.
“Let me go!” Kendall instinctively wrapped his arms around James’ shoulders for balance, “Seriously, I’m gonna -“
James pressed the squirming teen’s back against his bedroom wall, pleased when Kendall’s eyes immediately darken with lust and he stopped trying to escape his hold.
“You’re gonna, what?” James whispered against Kendall’s lips, that smug smirk still plastered on his tan face.
Kendall growled and smashed their lips together, kissing passionately as his boyfriend held him up. He linked his ankles around James’ waist and moaned when the brunet grabbed his ass.
James broke the kiss and latched onto Kendall’s neck, eliciting a whine from the teen as he threw his head back to hit the wall behind him. The hand that had been cupping Kendall’s ass snaked back to grip under his thigh, and Kendall felt the room spin as James strode over to the desk with him still firmly in his arms.
James deposited Kendall on the desk and then stepped back to admire the flushed blond.
Kendall might not be as toned as James, but he was beautiful just the same.
With one hand, James pulled Kendall’s boxers down his legs while the other hand dug through the desk’s drawer for lube. As soon as he found it, James quickly dove back for another open-mouthed kiss. He groaned as Kendall drew him closer to grind against his stiffening cock.
James coated his finger in lube and slowly traced Kendall’s entrance, pressing two digits in at once to hear his boyfriend keen loudly in his ear.
“J-James,” Kendall panted as James scissored his fingers, searching for that one spot that would make the blond fall apart. James continued to stretch him, reveling in the tiny punched out gasps that Kendall made under his hands.
“Please.” Kendall whimpered, and James quickly shucked his own pants off in response.
He lined up against Kendall and kissed him as he slid in. Tight heat surrounded James as he began to move, starting off slow before quickening his pace and power.
Kendall cried in pleasure at every deep thrust, and James’ strength caused the desk to bang repeatedly against the wall.
He was really glad they were alone in the apartment.
Kendall’s breath quickened as he felt his orgasm approaching, “M’ close.” He moaned out.
“Come then.” James growled, his scorching gaze trained on where they were connected.
Kendall came with a high-pitched wail, his body shuddering around James and prompting the brunet to spill inside Kendall with a drawn out groan. James rocked into the heat, chasing his high as Kendall whined beneath him.
He leaned down and captured Kendall’s lips in an assertive kiss, nipping his lips as he pulled away. After recovering for a few minutes, they lazily cleaned up and retreated back to the bed, where Kendall rested half on top of James.
He was trailing slow fingers through the blond’s hair when he suddenly caught his boyfriend’s expression.
“You’re pouting.” James told him, smiling.
Kendall turned his face away in embarrassment, his cheeks heating up, “I am not!” He said indignantly, poking his boyfriend’s ribs in retaliation for the slander.
James chuckled then promptly flipped them so that he was looming over Kendall. He flexed his muscles a bit, just to tease.
Kendall huffed and grabbed James’ bicep, “Not fair.”
James just laughed and kissed Kendall again.
“Don’t worry, babe. Maybe you’ll win next year.”