Hello. This is a Kames fic. It is slash. It is fiction. None of this is real.

Just something I wrote while working myself out of a writers block.

Enjoy

"So we're really locked in here?" James asked.

Kendall's fist slid down the door, red and aching. He had been pounding on it for around 5 minutes. "Yeah, we're locked in and it doesn't seem that anyone can hear us."

Their teacher had decided to take them to the rec center down the street from the Palmwoods, for a day of play at the gym and in the pool. Kendall and James volunteered to put the equipment away. The door that was held open with an old rubber door stop fell from it's place when James knocked the ball bag into the door. The door inevitably closed and left them locked in the storage room in the gym. Kendall could have gotten pissed and blamed James for being clumsy and knocking the door closed, but that wouldn't do either of them any good. So he opted for pounding on the door in hopes that some passer by, or management, would find them.

Yelling, pounding and kicking the door got nobody's attention. To make matters even worse, their teacher had taken everyone's cell phone for safe keeping, and to make sure the students actually stayed active and didn't text the entire time. Which of course left Kendall and James phoneless. In other words, they were just going to have to wait until someone found them. Hopefully sooner than later because it was lunchtime and they hadn't eaten since much earlier in the morning.

"How long do you think we'll have to wait?" James asked. He took a seat on the floor by the large carts of various sports equipment. Kendall sat down across from him with a heavy sigh.

"I don't know. Hopefully someone in our class will notice we've gone missing. It really doesn't help that Gustavo pulled Carlos and Logan out of class this morning to rehearse. They don't even know we're here."

"Well, we've got some time to kill. Want to play twenty questions?"

Kendall leaned back against a cart and narrowed his eyes. "You play dirty at that game."

"Oh come on. You just don't like it when I weasel the truth out of you."

"That's not what I meant."

James kicked Kendall's shins lightly. "Is too. Kendall secret-pants."

Kendall rolled his eyes at the childish nickname. "I'll only play if you promise to keep the questions rated pg-13."

"Fine, or we could play Truth or Dare. But we play by the rules that say you have to choose the opposite of whatever you last chose."

"Huh?"

James shook his head. "If I choose Dare, then I can't choose Dare again on my next turn. I have to choose Truth. Get it?"

Kendall nodded. No matter which game he got himself into, he was going to end up admitting things he would rather keep to himself. Sure, he could lie, but he would feel bad about it later. And this was James, one of his best friends, he most definitely wouldn't be able to lie to him. "Alright, we'll play Truth or Dare."

James rubbed his hands together in a mock villainous way. Kendall swallowed audibly. No good would come of this.

"I'll go first," James announced. "Truth."

"Uh, is it true that you made out with Camille?"

James pursed his lips. "Yeah. But! It was sort of an accident. We were caught up in the moment."

"You don't have to explain it to me, jeez. I choose, Truth."

"Is it true that you broke up with Jo just because she was moving?"

Kendall's jaw went a little slack. "Uh, yeah. She was moving to the other side of the world. We saw her off at the airport. I don't think a long distance relationship would work."

"I guess not. Dare."

Kendall tapped his chin, trying to think of a good dare that wasn't too awful. "I dare you to, smell my socks."

"Ew, Kendall, seriously?"

"Mmm hmm."

"Gross, take your shoes off."

Kendall slipped his shoes off and pulled his socks from each foot with an easy tug. He held them out for James to sniff, a smirk on his face. James leaned forward and took a small inhale. He gagged and slapped Kendall's socks away. Kendall laughed.

"You're turn and it's a dare. I dare you to lick a basket ball."

"I could get sick from that!"

"Do it!"

Kendall put his mouth to the side of the cart he was leaning against and stuck his tongue out. James crawled up next to him, putting his face right beside Kendall's and watching for the tongue on basketball contact. Kendall was hesitating, praying the ball wasn't that dirty. As if it had been washed, it was a public gym's basketball, it had never been washed. Who washed basketballs?

"Do it," James hissed, his breath falling over Kendall's cheek.

Kendall tapped his tongue against the ball and then pulled it back in his mouth. He looked at James and James didn't look satisfied. "Done," Kendall smirked.

"Shouldn't count, you just touched it."

"Well I'm not going to make out with it for christ's sa-" Kendall froze mid sentence as the light over head went out. "What the fuck?"

"Power saving lights most likely. They time out after a certain time in case they're left on."

"And the light switch is outside the doors."

James hummed.

Kendall shifted forward to stand up to search for another light at the same time James did. Then ended up colliding face first into each other. Kendall's lips were pressed to the corner of James's mouth and they both froze. After a few agonizing seconds, James fell back with a soft thud.

"I didn't know you were getting up," Kendall mumbled, no longer making an attempt to stand and just remaining seated on the floor. He could hear James shift and his arm bumped against the cart.

"James, say something," Kendall said, reaching a hand out into the pitch blackness to make sure his friend was okay. He grazed James's knee with is knuckles and then smoothed his hand flat over his thigh. "James?"

"I'm sorry," James whispered.

"I hit you. It's okay."

"No, it's really not okay," James said. He put his hand over Kendall's on his leg and pushed it off gently. "It's not okay."

"Dude, it was an accident. It's no big deal. I mean, it wasn't like I wanted to kiss you or something."

"Right," James said quietly, followed by a light chuckle.

"James, did you want me to kiss you?" Kendall asked carefully.

James didn't respond. He pulled his legs up to his chest and away from Kendall's reach. There was no way he was about to admit the crush he had on Kendall. It was silly. Just a phase. Kendall was his best friend and there was no way he was going to risk their friendship on something as pitiful as a dumb crush.

"James?" Kendall asked, his voice stern.

"I like you okay. Just drop it. It's not a big deal."

"Not a big deal? Are you saying you have a crush on me?"

"This is why I didn't want to tell you. Why I was never going to tell you. I knew you'd freak out," James said quietly.

Kendall sighed and crawled toward James in the dark. He found him to be closer than he originally thought. "I'm not freaking out, James. It actually explains a lot."

"What?"

"Well, you always touch me a lot, and you seem to confide in me more than you do with Carlos or Logan. I guess I just never thought it would be anything like a crush, but hey, it's cool. I'm kind of honored you have a crush on me."

James turned his head in the direction of Kendall's voice. "You're not bothered by the fact I'm bi?"

"Not really. I've kind of always known. You get just as many guys looking your way as you do girls and you flirt equally with both."

"This is really weird. I mean, we just sort of kissed and you're totally cool with it. Most best friend's would be freaking out right now."

Kendall reached his hand out and found James's shoulder after accidentally feeling up his pec. "I'm not most best friends, you should know that."

After a few minutes of silence James said, "It's my turn for truth or dare. I choose Truth."

"Is it true you want to kiss me again?" Kendall asked.

"Yeah," James whispered. He turned to face Kendall head on. Well, what he thought would be head on. He reached out gingerly with his hands until they found Kendall's jaw line. Kendall made no noise in protest. "I dare you to kiss me," James said, leaned in and kissed Kendall's chin on accident. Kendall tilted his head downward to kiss James properly.

And just like that they were kissing. It wasn't anything too heated or involving tongue. James did test the waters a little bit and swiped his tongue over Kendall's close lips, but he wasn't requesting entrance.

They pulled away, both equally ending the kiss. James repositioned himself so he was kneeling between Kendall's open legs, back hunched over so he could press their foreheads together.

"I'm pretty sure I was supposed to do truth," Kendall chuckled.

"Whatever. So you don't think this is weird?" James asked.

Kendall shook his head slightly. "I think I've always sort of had a thing for you."

"Really?" the smile was evident in James's voice.

"Yeah, I just didn't notice until just now. I mean, you're perfect. You're my best friend, we know everything about each other. We've slept together and fought and we've seen each other naked. I dunno, I just feel happier when you're around. This just fits, it feels right."

James surged forward, kissing Kendall again. "I was so afraid," James said punctuating with a kiss. "Afraid to tell you I had a crush on you." He let the next kiss linger a moment longer and Kendall couldn't help but smile into it. "You had Jo, and I didn't think you'd ever think this was something you'd want. I'm not Jo, I'm not even a girl."

"No, you're definitely not a girl. Although the time you spend in the bathroom is absurd," Kendall said.

"I didn't even know you were into guys."

Kendall threaded his hands into James's hair. "I'm not really. I'm just into you."

"Are you sure this feel right? I mean, this is just so weird. Are you feverish?" James pulled away from Kendall and put his wrist to his forehead. It felt normal. "You're not just hallucinating? You're not imagining I'm Jo, are you?"

"No, James. It's you I'm talking to, not Jo. And I feel fine."

"Am I dreaming? I must have passed out in the storage closet."

Kendall pinched James's side and James yelped. "Not a dream."

A knock on the door of the storage room sent a shiver down Kendall and James's spines. The person knocked again and called out a muffled 'Hello'.

James scrambled out from between Kendall's legs as Kendall yelled, "Hey! We're in here, we got locked in!"

A jingling of key and the chuckle of an old man were a warm welcome to Kendall and James's ears. The door swung open and the janitor stood in the artificial light pouring through the door.

"I saw the door stop outside the door and figured I should check if someone was in here," the janitor said, flipping the overhead light on.

James helped Kendall to his feet and dusted his butt off. "Thanks."

"We bumped the ball bag against the door and closed it on accident," Kendall said sheepishly as he and James stepped out into the gym.

"Oh it's not the first time. Some of the trainers get stuck in here pretty often. Darn door stop, I need a new one."

"Yeah," James chuckled as the janitor closed the door.

"Have a good day, and don't get locked in anymore closets," the janitor said pushing his cart away and waving to the two teenagers.

As they were walking out of the rec center James started laughing to himself. "Hey, Kendall. Guess what."

"Uh, what?"

"We just came out of the closet."

Kendall snorted and punched James in the arm.

"It was funny!"

"Yeah, sure."

"Do you want to go on a date with me?" James asked just as they approached the front of the Palmwoods.

"Sure," Kendall smiled and grabbed James's hand. He pulled him into the lobby and waved at Bitters as they passed. A few people gave them a weird look, but mostly no one cared that they were holding hands. It wasn't unusual for something like that to happen. Especially not with how close the guys of big time rush were. But little did anyone know, that this was much more than their regular antics.

annnnn! The end~

Hope you enjoyed. Please review?

(may be continued in a sequel...would be titled as (Sequel to Locked In)