Trick or Drabble, Fill 2, Kenlos
AN: This is pure Halloween fluffy schmoop. Around 1600 words. Oh, and this would be rated PG at worst.
Head over here to see all the tricks and treats!
The thing about Carlos is, he’s Kendall’s childhood. Sure, Logan and James were there for the majority of it, but Carlos keeps it going. He’s the street hockey scars on Kendall’s knees, the old roller coaster at the shoddy amusement park back home. Kendall knows, even though they are seventeen years old, Carlos will dress up with him in a stupid costume and go pranking (maybe a bit of trick-or-treating. Who can turn down free candy?). When Logan is too mature and James too cool, Carlos is there. And that’s why Kendall loves Carlos so much.
Carlos insists on taking along a video camera, proclaiming loudly, “This is our last Halloween before we’re grown-ups! It has to be epic!”
“But how are you supposed to properly TP something when you’re holding a video camera?” Kendall whines.
“I’ll manage, Kendall, come on!”
Halloween is in full swing as they enter the lobby, multiple ghosts and ghouls milling about and talking about parties. They find Logan, dressed as Steve Jobs, and James, clad in a cowboy hat, white tee and jeans, talking to Camille.
“What’s the plan, guys?” Carlos shouts, excitement for the holiday making him nearly tremble.
“This new T.V. movie I’ve been cast in is having a party. I was just saying you guys should come,” Camille says, covered in fake blood and a tattered dress.
“A party?” Carlos asks. “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Duh. I’m Carrie.” Camille quirks a brow and stares intensely at Carlos.
“What are you doing?” Carlos asks, voice going high.
“I’m using my telekinetic powers on you,” she laughs.
Carlos jumps behind Kendall. “I don’t know what telegenetic means, but stop it!”
“She’s just messing with you, Carlos. It’s okay,” Kendall assures, although he doesn’t mind the way Carlos clutches to the back of his shirt, the brunet’s warm fingers dangerously close to his skin.
Camille cackles before apologizing.
“So, you guys up for a par-tay?” James asks, wiggling his hips.
“I thought we were going to pull some epic pranks?” Kendall asks.
“Yeah, it’s our last Halloween before we’re grown-ups!” Carlos chimes again. “I have a video camera!” He holds the camera out for inspection, lips parted in a wide smile.
“But I might ruin my face,” James replies. “I look good!”
“I don’t even know what you’re supposed to be.” Kendall pokes James in the chest and flicks his cowboy hat.
“I’m Brad Pitt in Thelma & Louise, obviously.” James seems offended. “Logan’s going to the party. Aren’t you Logan?”
Logan gets nervous, looking between Carlos and Kendall and Camille. “I, uh, don’t know, uh…”
Kendall decides to give him a break, thinking it’s absolutely, positively, definitely not the worst thing in the world spending the evening with only Carlos. “Go on with Camille and James to the party, Logan. It’s not a big deal.” It’s obvious from Logan’s relieved expression that things are “on-again” with Camille.
“But, but, but,” Carlos mutters.
“We can be stealthier this way,” Kendall says, flashing a brilliant smirk in Carlos’s direction.
“Yeah,” Carlos exclaims, jabbing an index finger in the air. “Stealthier. We don’t need you guys.”
“Whatever,” James says with a smile. “Come on, guys. I don’t want to deny any foxy ladies the right to see me looking so handsome.”
“Ready for some epic pranking and candy-retrieving, Zombie Number One?” Kendall turns to Carlos and straightens his spine, gives a quick salute.
“Yes I am, Zombie Number Two! I hope we get lots of Fruit Smackers!”
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Bitters is busy doing who knows what, so the boys decide to start with his desk, eggs in his lobby chair and toilet paper all around the desk.
Carlos was right; he easily manages the video camera while helping Kendall. He’s impressed, to say the least, but he doesn’t know how smart it is to record such condemning evidence as to their whereabouts. It somehow makes it more fun though, and Kendall realizes it’s the first Halloween in L.A. they haven’t been preoccupied with band stuff. He can almost forget they’re supposed to be superstars for a night, and pretend it’s just another Halloween with his best friend.
“Hey,” Carlos whispers as they’re sneaking through the Palmwoods halls, “let’s get some dental floss and go to that party and trip people!”
“Great idea. Let’s get some cream pies for them to fall into. You know, so they don’t get hurt,” Kendall snickers.
“Exactly.” Carlos nods. “You’re so smart, Kendall.”
“That’s how I roll.”
They manage to make it to the party - thankfully it’s within walking distance - with their hastily procured hand cart filled with boxes of pies and pockets full of floss. They manage to stay hidden, huddling together and hampering their giggles as person after person falls (literally) for their prank. They even manage to ruin James’s face. Of course, he knows immediately who did it, so the boys give themselves up.
“Why don’t you guys try being sociable and stop ruining my face?” James says, running fingers through his hair. Carlos and Kendall start cracking up, because he’s only smearing cream through it and making it stick out at odd angles.
“What?” More snickering that turns into full out donkey-laughing.
“Y-your h-h-hair!” Carlos manages to get out, pointing the camera and holding his other arm across his stomach.
“Ohmygod,” James whispers after pulling out his trusty mirror. “Bye.” And then he’s gone and Kendall and Carlos dissolve into more laughter.
“I’m hungry,” Carlos declares once they’ve finally calmed. “There’s food at this party, right?”
“Yeah, we might as well check it out.”
They make their way through the dressed up party goers and find the snack table. Carlos sees the table and throws his hands against Kendall’s chest without looking at him.
“Tell me I’m not seeing things, Kendall. Tell me I’m not.”
“You’re not, man. That’s a big-ass bowl of Fruit Smackers,” Kendall assures.
“Fill up your pockets! Holy crap!” He tugs Kendall to the comically large bowl and starts shoving fruit smackers anywhere there’s an opening on Kendall’s person. It’s kind of awkward when Carlos starts pushing them in the front of Kendall’s pants, and the blond feels stupid for blushing. But Carlos is just so damn cute, eyes wide and excited and Kendall has this dumb urge to just kiss him, taste that euphoria for himself.
Carlos pulls his hands from Kendall and starts filling his own clothes and glancing around furtively. “Oh, Kendall, look, bobbing for apples!”
And so they go play, ruining their zombie make-up and not caring, Carlos eating Fruit Smackers for the better part of an hour.
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When they finally begin making their way home, doling out the random prank as they go, Carlos decides they should put boogers on James and Logan’s pillows. “You get Logan and I’ll get James!”
Once they’re inside, Carlos darts off to do the deed, and Kendall ventures into his and Logan’s room to do the same. But when he gets inside and sees his comfy bed, he realizes how tired he is. He’s soaking wet and covered in cream pie and egg and half-assed zombie make-up, but he crashes on his bed anyway, just for a moment. He doesn’t want to sleep, because he really wants to continue enjoying the holiday with Carlos, maybe eat some more of the fruit smackers still in his pockets. He manages to reach into his pants and retrieve a pack of the snack, chewing on a few as he passes out.
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“Aw, so cute,” Kendall hears. He ignores it, snuggles into the pillow he’s clutching, stuck between that place of sleep and wakefulness.
“Aw, snuggly snuggies,” Carlos coos. Wait, Carlos?
Kendall opens his eyes and turns in the low light, sees a blinking red blob aimed at him. “Carlos, whaa?”
“Oh, sorry, Kendall,” Carlos says, sitting up straight at the edge of Kendall’s bed, hiding the camera behind his back as though he were doing something wrong.
Kendall leans up and turns on his bedside lamp, filling a small circle of space with light. Carlos’s cheeks are bright red and he’s just barely grinning, abashed.
“Were you filming me?” Kendall asks, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to wake up fully.
“Um, uh, no.” Carlos shakes his head, attempting a stoic expression. Kendall quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah,” he adds, cheeks flushing warmer.
“Wh-“
“You just looked so peaceful and sweet and kinda cute there, and it just needed to be filmed, Kendall. I’m sorry.”
“You think I’m cute?”
Carlos looks at his lap, bites his bottom lip like he doesn’t know how to answer that, doesn’t know how Kendall would react.
“It’s okay if you do. I think you’re cute, too,” Kendall says, leaning closer to Carlos, lifting his chin.
“Yeah?” Carlos asks, a hopeful expression blooming on his face along with the blush.
“Yeah.”
Kendall thinks, What the hell?, and leans in to press his lips to Carlos’s. And he’s just as warm and cozy as Kendall has always thought, his lips just as welcoming as Carlos has been since the moment they met. It’s sweet and eager and Kendall can’t help but pull Carlos’s plump lower lip between his.
Carlos moves in closer to Kendall, wrapping his arms around Kendall’s middle and opening his mouth for Kendall’s tongue. He starts giggling into Kendall’s mouth, and Kendall thinks there is no better flavor than Carlos’s laugh.
“What?” Kendall chuckles, detaching his lips from Carlos to look at his smiling face.
“You taste like Fruit Smackers, Kendall.” They both laugh softly. “Can we kiss again?”
“Yes, we can,” Kendall replies, so they do.
Head over here to see all the tricks and treats!
The thing about Carlos is, he’s Kendall’s childhood. Sure, Logan and James were there for the majority of it, but Carlos keeps it going. He’s the street hockey scars on Kendall’s knees, the old roller coaster at the shoddy amusement park back home. Kendall knows, even though they are seventeen years old, Carlos will dress up with him in a stupid costume and go pranking (maybe a bit of trick-or-treating. Who can turn down free candy?). When Logan is too mature and James too cool, Carlos is there. And that’s why Kendall loves Carlos so much.
Carlos insists on taking along a video camera, proclaiming loudly, “This is our last Halloween before we’re grown-ups! It has to be epic!”
“But how are you supposed to properly TP something when you’re holding a video camera?” Kendall whines.
“I’ll manage, Kendall, come on!”
Halloween is in full swing as they enter the lobby, multiple ghosts and ghouls milling about and talking about parties. They find Logan, dressed as Steve Jobs, and James, clad in a cowboy hat, white tee and jeans, talking to Camille.
“What’s the plan, guys?” Carlos shouts, excitement for the holiday making him nearly tremble.
“This new T.V. movie I’ve been cast in is having a party. I was just saying you guys should come,” Camille says, covered in fake blood and a tattered dress.
“A party?” Carlos asks. “Who are you supposed to be?”
“Duh. I’m Carrie.” Camille quirks a brow and stares intensely at Carlos.
“What are you doing?” Carlos asks, voice going high.
“I’m using my telekinetic powers on you,” she laughs.
Carlos jumps behind Kendall. “I don’t know what telegenetic means, but stop it!”
“She’s just messing with you, Carlos. It’s okay,” Kendall assures, although he doesn’t mind the way Carlos clutches to the back of his shirt, the brunet’s warm fingers dangerously close to his skin.
Camille cackles before apologizing.
“So, you guys up for a par-tay?” James asks, wiggling his hips.
“I thought we were going to pull some epic pranks?” Kendall asks.
“Yeah, it’s our last Halloween before we’re grown-ups!” Carlos chimes again. “I have a video camera!” He holds the camera out for inspection, lips parted in a wide smile.
“But I might ruin my face,” James replies. “I look good!”
“I don’t even know what you’re supposed to be.” Kendall pokes James in the chest and flicks his cowboy hat.
“I’m Brad Pitt in Thelma & Louise, obviously.” James seems offended. “Logan’s going to the party. Aren’t you Logan?”
Logan gets nervous, looking between Carlos and Kendall and Camille. “I, uh, don’t know, uh…”
Kendall decides to give him a break, thinking it’s absolutely, positively, definitely not the worst thing in the world spending the evening with only Carlos. “Go on with Camille and James to the party, Logan. It’s not a big deal.” It’s obvious from Logan’s relieved expression that things are “on-again” with Camille.
“But, but, but,” Carlos mutters.
“We can be stealthier this way,” Kendall says, flashing a brilliant smirk in Carlos’s direction.
“Yeah,” Carlos exclaims, jabbing an index finger in the air. “Stealthier. We don’t need you guys.”
“Whatever,” James says with a smile. “Come on, guys. I don’t want to deny any foxy ladies the right to see me looking so handsome.”
“Ready for some epic pranking and candy-retrieving, Zombie Number One?” Kendall turns to Carlos and straightens his spine, gives a quick salute.
“Yes I am, Zombie Number Two! I hope we get lots of Fruit Smackers!”
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Bitters is busy doing who knows what, so the boys decide to start with his desk, eggs in his lobby chair and toilet paper all around the desk.
Carlos was right; he easily manages the video camera while helping Kendall. He’s impressed, to say the least, but he doesn’t know how smart it is to record such condemning evidence as to their whereabouts. It somehow makes it more fun though, and Kendall realizes it’s the first Halloween in L.A. they haven’t been preoccupied with band stuff. He can almost forget they’re supposed to be superstars for a night, and pretend it’s just another Halloween with his best friend.
“Hey,” Carlos whispers as they’re sneaking through the Palmwoods halls, “let’s get some dental floss and go to that party and trip people!”
“Great idea. Let’s get some cream pies for them to fall into. You know, so they don’t get hurt,” Kendall snickers.
“Exactly.” Carlos nods. “You’re so smart, Kendall.”
“That’s how I roll.”
They manage to make it to the party - thankfully it’s within walking distance - with their hastily procured hand cart filled with boxes of pies and pockets full of floss. They manage to stay hidden, huddling together and hampering their giggles as person after person falls (literally) for their prank. They even manage to ruin James’s face. Of course, he knows immediately who did it, so the boys give themselves up.
“Why don’t you guys try being sociable and stop ruining my face?” James says, running fingers through his hair. Carlos and Kendall start cracking up, because he’s only smearing cream through it and making it stick out at odd angles.
“What?” More snickering that turns into full out donkey-laughing.
“Y-your h-h-hair!” Carlos manages to get out, pointing the camera and holding his other arm across his stomach.
“Ohmygod,” James whispers after pulling out his trusty mirror. “Bye.” And then he’s gone and Kendall and Carlos dissolve into more laughter.
“I’m hungry,” Carlos declares once they’ve finally calmed. “There’s food at this party, right?”
“Yeah, we might as well check it out.”
They make their way through the dressed up party goers and find the snack table. Carlos sees the table and throws his hands against Kendall’s chest without looking at him.
“Tell me I’m not seeing things, Kendall. Tell me I’m not.”
“You’re not, man. That’s a big-ass bowl of Fruit Smackers,” Kendall assures.
“Fill up your pockets! Holy crap!” He tugs Kendall to the comically large bowl and starts shoving fruit smackers anywhere there’s an opening on Kendall’s person. It’s kind of awkward when Carlos starts pushing them in the front of Kendall’s pants, and the blond feels stupid for blushing. But Carlos is just so damn cute, eyes wide and excited and Kendall has this dumb urge to just kiss him, taste that euphoria for himself.
Carlos pulls his hands from Kendall and starts filling his own clothes and glancing around furtively. “Oh, Kendall, look, bobbing for apples!”
And so they go play, ruining their zombie make-up and not caring, Carlos eating Fruit Smackers for the better part of an hour.
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When they finally begin making their way home, doling out the random prank as they go, Carlos decides they should put boogers on James and Logan’s pillows. “You get Logan and I’ll get James!”
Once they’re inside, Carlos darts off to do the deed, and Kendall ventures into his and Logan’s room to do the same. But when he gets inside and sees his comfy bed, he realizes how tired he is. He’s soaking wet and covered in cream pie and egg and half-assed zombie make-up, but he crashes on his bed anyway, just for a moment. He doesn’t want to sleep, because he really wants to continue enjoying the holiday with Carlos, maybe eat some more of the fruit smackers still in his pockets. He manages to reach into his pants and retrieve a pack of the snack, chewing on a few as he passes out.
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“Aw, so cute,” Kendall hears. He ignores it, snuggles into the pillow he’s clutching, stuck between that place of sleep and wakefulness.
“Aw, snuggly snuggies,” Carlos coos. Wait, Carlos?
Kendall opens his eyes and turns in the low light, sees a blinking red blob aimed at him. “Carlos, whaa?”
“Oh, sorry, Kendall,” Carlos says, sitting up straight at the edge of Kendall’s bed, hiding the camera behind his back as though he were doing something wrong.
Kendall leans up and turns on his bedside lamp, filling a small circle of space with light. Carlos’s cheeks are bright red and he’s just barely grinning, abashed.
“Were you filming me?” Kendall asks, rubbing a hand over his face, trying to wake up fully.
“Um, uh, no.” Carlos shakes his head, attempting a stoic expression. Kendall quirks an eyebrow. “Yeah,” he adds, cheeks flushing warmer.
“Wh-“
“You just looked so peaceful and sweet and kinda cute there, and it just needed to be filmed, Kendall. I’m sorry.”
“You think I’m cute?”
Carlos looks at his lap, bites his bottom lip like he doesn’t know how to answer that, doesn’t know how Kendall would react.
“It’s okay if you do. I think you’re cute, too,” Kendall says, leaning closer to Carlos, lifting his chin.
“Yeah?” Carlos asks, a hopeful expression blooming on his face along with the blush.
“Yeah.”
Kendall thinks, What the hell?, and leans in to press his lips to Carlos’s. And he’s just as warm and cozy as Kendall has always thought, his lips just as welcoming as Carlos has been since the moment they met. It’s sweet and eager and Kendall can’t help but pull Carlos’s plump lower lip between his.
Carlos moves in closer to Kendall, wrapping his arms around Kendall’s middle and opening his mouth for Kendall’s tongue. He starts giggling into Kendall’s mouth, and Kendall thinks there is no better flavor than Carlos’s laugh.
“What?” Kendall chuckles, detaching his lips from Carlos to look at his smiling face.
“You taste like Fruit Smackers, Kendall.” They both laugh softly. “Can we kiss again?”
“Yes, we can,” Kendall replies, so they do.