Disclaimer: This is complete and total FICTION. That means it never happened and is completely untrue. In fact, this is so far from the truth that it isn't even in the same country as the truth. I don't own anybody: Big Time Rush, the characters, and all referenced scenes belong to Nickelodeon, and I make no money off of this. I am not in any way implying said characters' sexual identities.

"James!" Carlos yelled.

James came out of the bathroom, fixing his hair. "What? I have to finish getting ready to go to the studio."

"About that…I called Kelly, told her you were sick. She told me to stay with you. Kendall and Logan went in to do their harmonies, and Mama Knight and Katie are out shopping. We have the house to ourselves."

"Oh." James said, still messing with his hair. "Give me 15 minutes, and we'll play videogames."

"No. Take your hands out of your hair, before I do it for you. Be natural for once, not overdone."

James kept messing with his hair, just to spite Carlos, to see what Carlos would do. He wasn't ready for what happened next.

"I warned you." Carlos left for a minute, and reappeared with a pair of handcuffs. He swiftly grabbed James' hands and handcuffed them behind his back.

"Carlos? Where'd you get the handcuffs?" James asked. This wasn't the Carlos he knew- that Carlos was soft and sweet; this one was…kinda hot actually.

"Dad's a police officer, you know that. Now, you've been a bad boy and you need to be punished." Carlos pushed James towards their shared room; he slammed the door shut and pushed James down on the bed. Carlos straddled him, and they started making out.

"Turn over." Carlos said. James refused, so Carlos flipped him over, hearing James squeak in pain at the cuffs digging into his skin. "It'll hurt less if you don't fight it." Carlos said, "But if you want to feel the pain, go ahead and fight."

Carlos quickly stripped him and James down (James was easy- he was only wearing a pair of shorts), and started getting James ready. He probably didn't do nearly as much prep as he usually would- but this was different- and James was good to go anyway (Carlos usually overdid the job). Carlos got himself ready and pressed in.

"Oh, god, Carlos." James said. Carlos pulled out and then pressed back in.

"See what happens when you misbehave? I have to punish you, and I don't like that." Carlos said as he set a rhythm, teasing James.

"Please Carlos." James begged. "I won't be bad again."

"Oh, alright." Carlos started moving in an organized rhythm, watching James writher underneath him, trying to find the friction he needed. "Do you need something James?"

"Um…" James said, "Will you make me come?"

"Yeah, sure. All you have to do is say the magic word."

"Please, Carlos?"

"Ok." Carlos reached a hand down and started to stroke James' dick as he moved in and out; moments later, James was coming with a groan of Carlos' name; Carlos came seconds later.

They lay there for a minute, and then Carlos pulled out. After cleaning up, Carlos unhandcuffed James. "Better than videogames?"

"Much better." James grinned.

"Good. Now, we got to make you look like you're sick."

"Got it." James messed up his hair, and climbed under the blankets. "Throw a few extra blankets over me."

"Won't you get too hot?"

"That's the point. Then I'll be all sweaty and sick looking."

"Oh. Right."

"And you might want to put your clothes back on. Just sayin."

"Right."

"Thank you for that- it was fun."

"You're welcome." Carlos said as the door opened and Kendall's voice could be heard. "Showtime."