I know I shouldn't be writing anything new but this is a request I decided to fill on Tumblr so figured I'd post it here too. You want details about the Tumblr, there's a link on my profile :P enjoy!

"You'll never amount to anything."

"Don't sit in the corner and sulk, you stupid boy!"

"Without my company you'll never have any way of life, I hope you realise that! I never should've let you go to that school, it's only putting foolish ideas into your head . . ."

"Yes, I understand."

James's voice was heavy with fatigue, his eyelids dropping slightly as he struggled to hold the phone in his hand. His other hand ran through his hair, pushing it off his forehead, but leaving it so it pretty much stuck up in clumps on his head. He found he couldn't care less.

"Clearly, you don't!" The voice on the other end was enough to drive him crazy. "We said we would talk about—"

"We will!" James snapped, scowling down at his study desk. "This weekend. You'll be here, won't you?"

"Yeah, but—"

"Then we'll discuss it then," James said abruptly, before hanging up and slamming his phone down and groaning to himself, folding his arms and resting his chin on them. He hated business calls.

He heard a knock on the door and sat up, perking up just a little. "Come on!"

The large wooden door opened and Lucy waked in, black and red hair flowing down past her shoulders as usual. She rested a hand on her hip as she walked over to stand by James's chair behind the desk, her chest almost level with his face. "How are you feeling Mr Diamond, sir?" she asked sweetly, hand playing with his hair and fixing it back into place.

"Work is just tiring, I guess," he sighed, leaning back in his chair. "You know how it is."

Of course, she didn't, but she nodded as she was expected to and gave a knowing smile. "Would you like me to bring you some coffee, sir?" she asked, her hand lightly resting on his shoulder. "To relax you?" Somehow he felt as though her long manicured nails were digging into his skin like sharp little teeth. He gently pushed her hand off.

"No thanks. Can you get Kendall to do it? I want him up here with me." After another second, James added last minute, "And tell him to wear something pretty."

Lucy looked slightly offended, but he couldn't really bring himself to care. "Yes sir," she replied a little sullenly. He realised that she was probably jealous. Not that it made a difference to him. "Anything else?"

"Tell him to meet me in my room, actually," James said, standing up and putting his phone down. "I'm gonna take a rest." He walked past her without another word, brushing slightly off her and feeling her warm skin against his hand. Still, that was a given with the thin clothing all of his little slaves wore.

Slaves, yeah. That was the most accurate term to use. He didn't pay them, though sometimes they'd get a bit of cash to go out and buy something new to wear. But it was always in his benefit in some way. And fair enough, they did get to live in this massive house with him, with food and a warm bed and everything they needed. But they cooked and cleaned for him as well as stripping whenever he asked for it.

He had the good life, he guessed. It couldn't really get much better than this.

James shut the door to his bedroom firmly. It was the biggest bedroom in the house; that went without saying. He collapsed onto his bed and kicked off his shoes, giving a long sigh. It was days like this when he just felt . . . tired. It wasn't really for any massive reason that he could put his finger on. It was just . . . mental exhaustion. Or emotional exhaustion? He didn't really know, if he was honest.

He was the best off of all his family. He knew that much for sure. What did he have to complain about?

A knock on the door made him sit up quickly and lean back against the pillows propped up at the headboard. "Come in!" he called.

The door opened and Kendall walked in, carrying a steaming mug of coffee in one hand. He gave James a sultry little grin in greeting, kicking the door shut behind him and slinking across the room towards the bed. "I brought you your coffee, sir," he said, almost purred, holding it out. "Cream, no sugar. Just the way you like it."

James took the cup, sitting up a little straighter and grinning up at Kendall. "Thanks. Take a seat."

Kendall beamed and hopped onto the bed next to him, stretching his legs out and leaning back against the pillows, turning to give James an endearing smile. It really was just adorable, how they were all so eager to please him, and so jealous if someone else got the chance to. James often wondered how that way of thinking had just developed in their minds. He hadn't really done anything to encourage it much, that he could remember.

James sipped his coffee, giving a contented sigh. "Yours is always the best," he winked. Kendall's cheeks turned pink and he gave a delighted giggle, biting his lip. James drank his coffee while resting one hand on the boy's bare thigh. Kendall was wearing a large white shirt, but he had a strong feeling that it had been taken in at some areas; it was tight on his hips and over his chest, but draped loosely over his crotch and upper thighs. He had most of the top unbuttoned, James glancing down his shirt a little and counting the freckles on his chest and shoulders.

"I mean it," James continued, finishing what he wanted of it and handing the mug to Kendall, who obediently out it down on the beside locker. "Carlos sucks at making coffee."

Kendall gave a feeble shrug, as though it were nothing. But his cheeks were still flushed at the compliments. Hs eyes darkened slightly when James gave the smooth and creamy skin of his thigh a little squeeze. "Is there anything else I can do for you, sir?"

"I'm tired, Kendall," James sighed. "Well, in a way . . . I guess stressed would be a better word to use. I'm stressed."

Kendall nodded in understanding, dimpling as he said, "How can I help, sir?"

James chuckled, running his hand up a little further on Kendall's thigh. "I need to be relaxed, don't I?"

Kendall grinned, delighted at this opportunity. "Of course you do. Scoot forward a bit, sir? And take off your shirt."

James was happy to do as he was asked, throwing his t-shirt onto the ground and scooting forward so Kendall could kneel behind him. He let out a long moan when he felt one of Kendall's soft hands rubbing into his shoulder, before the other joined and they worked to ease the knots from his back. "You need to do this for me more often," he moaned, eyes drifting shut in content as he felt waves of pure bliss wash over him. Already he could feel his tensed muscles easing out, his head beginning to clear.

Kendall had always been good with his hands.

"I'd be happy to, sir," Kendall giggled, nimble figures prodding and pressing against James's muscular back, as he moved his lips to graze over James's neck, kissing the taller man along his shoulders and the nape of his neck.

James gave a louder moan at that, feeling Kendall's tongue lightly flick against the side of his neck as blood rushed to his crotch and he felt a little problem start to pop up. Kendall kept rubbing at his back and kissing his heated skin, occasionally licking or sucking a little on his neck as he "relaxed" him. Ad James was pretty damn sure the blonde was able to just glance over James's shoulder and see the bulge in his jeans. These jeans were way too tight right now.

"Sir?"

"Hmm?" James glanced over his shoulder at Kendall through slightly hooded eyes.

"Would you like me to keep going, sir?"

James wasn't sure what Kendall meant by this, bit figured it would always be something enjoyable, so he nodded and smiled. "Go ahead."

Kendall's hands snaked around James's middle, lightly stroking and pressing over his abs and up to his chest, tweaking his nipples a little before they slid back down and deftly unbuttoned James's jeans. James gave an appreciative moan when he felt Kendall's hand slide under the waist of his jeans and press against the bulge in his boxers, while still pressing little kisses to his neck and shoulders.

"Kendall," James gasped, breath catching in his throat when he felt a hand firmly squeeze his shaft. "Get on with it."

"Yes, sir!" Kendall cooed delightedly, crawling out from behind James and moving in front of him, on his hand and knees. His back arched a little as he tugged James's jeans down, the brunette giving him a hand by lifting his hips. Kendall leaned down and pressed his lips against the bulge, tongue sliding out and giving it a little lick, before he moved his hand up to squeeze the shaft. James moaned, hips bucking up as his head lolled back.

"Get on with it," he ordered. "I'm not in the mood for teasing today."

"Yes, sir," Kendall replied obediently, quickly reaching and tugging James's cock out through the slit in his boxers and pumping in a couple of times. James shivered as he felt Kendall's tongue give a little lick to the head of his cock, tongue flicking over the slit and down along the side until he reached the base.

James moaned louder as Kendall's gentle hand played with his balls and gave them a little squeeze as he flattened his tongue and traced his way back up, tongue swirling over the head before his lips closed over it and he hollowed his cheeks. He sucked on the head, eyes drifting up to look into James's. James gave a shudder as he felt Kendall's swollen lips slide down further down his cock; the blonde was looking at him with such an innocent expression, but his eyes were blown wide with lust and James knew how much he loved this.

"You love sucking my dick," he rasped, moving a hand down to tangle in Kendall's hair and grip it tightly. "You love my cock in your throat, don't you?"

Kendall gave a little grunt of agreement and gave a little whimper as the hand in his hair pushed him further down the hard shaft, the tip of his nose brushing off the dark curls of hair around the base of his cock. James's eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned louder. Kendall's lack of a gag reflex would never cease to amaze him. James loosened his hand in Kendall's hair and let the blonde pull back. Kendall smirked up at him, keeping their gaze locked as his tongue darted out to lick up and down the underside of James's cock, swirling over the head again before he took it in his hand and started pumping it quickly.

"F-fuck, Kendall," James growled, as Kendall slapped the head of his dick off his open mouth and tongue, spat on it and then descended back down, head bobbing up and down at a faster pace. "You're so dirty . . ."

Kendall gave a little gargle of agreement, James guessed, before he gave his balls another rough squeeze and pulled back off with a pop, lips dark red and swollen as he gazed up at James in what the brunette could only describe as adoration, batting his eyelashes a little as he purred, "Are you close, sir?"

James nodded, groaning low in his throat when Kendall gave the base of his cock a little squeeze, before sliding his hand up and down again, beginning to pump it wildly as he opened his mouth wide and stuck out his tongue. James grinned down at the blonde, keeping that hand tangled in his hair and his head tilted a little upwards. "You've got pretty eyes," he found himself saying, before he felt his body tremble as Kendall gave another few quick pumps to his dick.

"Ohgodkendall, fuck," James choked as he felt himself spill over Kendall's fist, his cum sloshing out on Kendall's tongue and across his cheekbones, the blonde's eyes drifting shut as his mouth gaped open. James moaned shakily, pressing the tip of his softening dick to Kendall's lips so he obediently closed his lips around it and sucked off the remaining drops of cum.

Kendall's eyes fluttered open again when James pulled back, panting. His green eyes twinkled as he licked his lips, semen dripping down his cheeks. "Do you feel better now, sir?"

James nodded, grinning appreciatively as he moved his fingers down to wipe the cum off Kendall's cheeks and press them to the blonde's lips. Kendall sucked the cum off his fingers, tongue swirling around them slowly before he got up on his knees and gave him an endearing smile. "Much better," James clarified, running a hand through Kendall's soft hair and tugging at it a little. "You never let me down."

Kendall blushed, beaming proudly. "Anything for you, sir."

James grinned, looping an arm around Kendall's waist and pulling him down on top of him. Kendall giggled, hands pressed against James's pecs as his lips grazed off James's jaw. James pressed a hand to the back of Kendall's head and guided their lips together, catching his bottom lip gently between his teeth as he felt the blonde move to straddle his hips. James's hand drifted down from Kendall's waist and slipped under the hem of the large shirt, giving his behind a firm squeeze.

A knock on the door made James groan loudly into Kendall's open mouth, causing the blonde to laugh and pull back from the kiss, their noses bumping tighter. "Who is it?" James called, grumbling at the end of his sentence.

"It's Carlos! Jo wants to know when you want dinner . . ."

"He probably sprinted up here to tell you instead of letting her do it," Kendall murmured in James's ear, kissing the shell and making the brunette chuckle breathlessly, holding him tighter.

"She can start now!" James called back. "I'll be right down."

"Yes sir!" Carlos chirped, before they heard his retreating footsteps.

"I might be calling you up later," James said, sitting up a little and pushing Kendall off him. "For now, go wash your face."

"Yes sir," Kendall smiled, getting off the bed. James gave his ass a little slap as he turned and headed towards the door. James fixed his clothes and pulled his shirt back on as Kendall gave him a little wink and left the room, shutting the door behind him.

James yawned, stretching and getting off his bed.

I'll never amount to anything, will I? I'm pretty happy right now, thanks very much.

So, yeah. Anyone like it so far?