Kevin and Mike trapped in a small space.
Title: Stuck in a Closet
Author: exmptfromsanity
Pairing Mike/Kevin
Word Count: 1500+
Rating: PG-13ish. Mike, language (nuff said)
Disclaimer: Not mine. (property of Disney and Pete Wentz?) I think I'm going to hell.
Summary: Kevin hasn't seen Mike in over a month, and maybe he's a little bit annoying. So maybe his brothers and Bill lock him and Mike in a closet.
Kevin might be a bit excited to see Mike. Excited as in counting down the days on his iphone, trying not to text Mike too much, and bouncing around the tour bus at all hours. And okay, maybe that last one got a little annoying.
“Stop,”Nick said as Kevin started bouncing in place in the front lounge. His voice was even, but he was glaring.
Joe chuckled. Brat. He’d been getting a kick out of their exchanges all week.
“Tomorrow,” Nick said, standing and putting his hands on Kevin’s shoulders in an attempt to hold him still. “Calm down. God, you’re a freak.”
“But Nick,” he sighed, sitting down next to Joe, “It’s Mike.”
Nick looked at Joe, instead of him. “If I hear that name one more time I’m going to murder him.”
Joe just laughed and nudged Kevin, “Say it again.”
Kevin folded his arms across his chest and glared at his brothers. He had a plan, okay.
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They were in one of the back hallways of the hotel, the three of them walking there to avoid run-ins with any fans who had made it past security.
“Do you know what time their bus gets here?” Joe asked. It sounded almost scripted, it was so bored.
“They got here last night,” Kevin confirmed. He shied toward Joe’s side of the hall a little bit as Nick had taken to swatting him when he mentioned Mike.
Nick narrowed his eyes but did nothing more than glance over in his direction as they continued walking.
“Joe, do you mind?” he asked a moment later, seemingly out of nowhere.
“Sure.” Joe’s grin was troubling and Kevin was trying to figure out what was going on when suddenly his brothers grabbed hold of him, each by one arm, and before he could react had dragged him across the hall and shoved him through a door, slamming it behind him.
The room was pitch black and Kevin’s first attempt was to spin around and try the doorknob, followed quickly by ramming his shoulder against the door, which by the way, ouch.
Okay, firsts things first, when did his brothers get so strong, and what the hell was that?
Second, he could expect this kind of sneakiness from Nick, but Joe? Joe couldn’t pick up on sarcasm half the time, let alone ever be subtle and sneaky enough to carry out one of Nick’s Master Plans (Yes, capital letters were required).
“Hey!” He pounded on the door, “Let me out!”
There was no reply. This wasn’t fair, Mike was in this very hotel, and today was the first time Kevin was getting to see him in over a month and this was not fair.
“Assholes!” He yelled, pounding again. “Let me out!”
“Language, Kevin,” came a familiar voice from somewhere behind him.
Kevin would deny it later, and deny it vehemently, but he maybe let out a very girly squeal as he spun around.
His eyes hadn’t adjusted to the dark yet, but Kevin was fairly certain that his brothers wouldn’t say, lock him in a closet with say, a rabid fan. That really didn’t leave many choices.
A dark chuckle echoed back at him.
“Mike?” he asked hesitantly.
“Yeah kid.” There was the sound of shifting somewhere in front of Mike, though he didn’t dare reach out and try to find Mike. Kevin was a little bit of a klutz.
“Where are we?”
Mike sighed heavily. “Well, since Bill thinks he’s witty I’m pretty sure we’re in a fucking closet.”
Oh the connotations. Kevin felt heat rising along the back of his neck. It wasn’t necessarily as though he minded being in a small space with Mike. He slid down to the floor.
“I swear to god, I’m going to kick him in the balls while we’re on stage tonight,” Mike mused. “We’re in Chicago, maybe I can hire someone to kill him, or at least fuck him up beyond recognition. Fucking douchbag, I could still be asleep.”
Kevin’s blush spread up his neck to his cheeks. He had been planning to go up to Mike and Bill’s room and sneaking in (see also - calling Bill) to wake him up. But Mike, Mike was tired and grouchy.
“You haven’t had your coffee yet, have you?”
He could feel Mike staring at him.
“No,” he finally said, voice toneless, and then the room fell silent.
Kevin bit down on his lip, not sure what to say.
“Hey.” Suddenly Mike’s voice was a whole lot closer, right up in Kevin’s face. His hand wrapped up around the back of Kevin’s neck and he drew him in. Kevin took a deep breath as he leaned his forehead in against Mike’s.
“Hey,” he replied.
Mike’s lips brushed against his, jumping straight into kissing Kevin in earnest, his teeth tugging on Kevin’s lip. Kevin’s hands finally came up to grip Mike’s t-shirt as he leaned forward in to the warmth of Mike’s body. Mike’s hand dragged him forward, practically into his lap.
And then Kevin’s cell phone went off.
The noise itself made them jump apart. Oh, that’s right. Kevin reached into his pocket, digging out his phone, which lit up the small closet.
“You have your cell?”
Mike looked a little annoyed, something that tended to happen with Kevin.
“Ummm…” Kevin looked down at the screen.
Bill. Of course. He held the phone out to Mike.
“Don’t be surprised when I hit you over the head with my guitar on stage tonight.”
“Michael, I don’t know what you mean? Why would you do such a thing?”
“Seriously Bill, I want out of this closet.”
“Oh really.”
Kevin could hear the smug smirk in Bill’s voice. He groaned.
“Get your ass down here, now.” Mike growled.
“Hmm… I think you need a bit more time with your cuddle-muffin,” Bill replied before hanging up.
Mike scowled down at the phone. “What time do you guys have stuff to do today?”
“Umm… we’re free until soundcheck.”
“Fuck.” Mike pressed a button on Kevin’s phone to light it up again, shining it around the room. It was tiny. “They could leave us in here all day.”
Personally, Kevin didn’t mind being trapped somewhere with Mike all day. This closet just wasn’t quite what he’d had planned.
He grabbed his phone back from Mike and dialed, ignoring the intrigued look that Mike was giving him.
“I’m not supposed to be talking to you,” Joe said when he picked up the phone. “Nick said-”
“Did you know Mike knows Gabe Saporta’s number, Joe?” Kevin asked. “I don’t think I’d have a problem with sending him that video of you dancing around the bus to ‘Guilty Pleasure’ to him.”
“Kev!” It was still funny when Joe sounded like a pre-pubescent girl on occasion.
“Come back downstairs now, please, and let me out.”
“I’ll be right there.”
Kevin hung up the phone and looked back at Mike, who was grinning broadly. “You do realize that Gabe would find that awesome, right?”
Kevin shrugged, “But Joe would still be embarrassed.”
He stood up and reached a hand down to help Mike up and hauled him to his feet.
“In fact, I think you should give me Gabe’s number so that I can send it to him anyway.”
Mike’s smirk widened.
“I think I like this new attitude, Jonas,” he said, leaning in. Kevin took a step backwards and ended up pressed against the door as Mike stepped in closer.
“Yeah?” he asked, a blush rising up the back of his neck again. Mike found it cute how he dealt with his brothers when it was just what he did normally.
“Mm hmm…”
Mike nodded, tipping his head down to kiss Kevin again, and Kevin sighed into his mouth, his hands coming up to clutch around Mike’s waist. Mike had one arm on the door next to his head and the other curled around his shoulders, holding the two of them close together. He slid a leg carefully between Kevin’s and Kevin let out a groan, his hips snapping forward.
And that’s when the door opened.
As the two of them fell to the ground there was the flash of a camera and Kevin hit the floor with Mike landing hard on top of him. Once Kevin’s gotten over the fucking ow he looked up to find Bill grinning down at them, camera in hand.
Mike seemed to make the discovery at the same time, and pushed himself up, as though to go after his lead singer.
Kevin grabbed ahold of the front of Mike’s shirt, tugging him back down hard. He was not losing Mike to another fight with Bill (because that shit never ends) and really, he’d just had Mike right where he wanted him in that closet and he wasn’t going to let go yet, even with Nick and Joe standing there.
“That hurt,” he told Mike once he had his attention.
Mike shrugged, but stopped trying to get up and go after Bill. He leaned down to kiss Kevin again, lightly.
“Wanna lock Bill out of my room?” He asked when he pulls back, still not moving to get up.
“Yeah,” Kevin replied, because that was totally his plan.
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