Locked In - By Brittany

You step into the dim outdoor laundry room and shut the door behind you. Letting out a breath, you close your eyes. The party going on inside the house has gotten out of control, and you needed air. But the people in the yard were loud as well, so you escaped to the laundry room. It wasn't technically your party, it was your sister's, but you knew you'd get the blame for it.

"Damn," you sigh, realizing if anything got broken it'd be your ass.

Turning, you grab the handle to the rotting door and turn it. It breaks.

"Oh, son of a bitch," you mutter, kneeling and trying to put it back together so you can get out. After a few minutes of trying, you hear a snap as a piece of metal gets stuck in the inner portion of the lock. Your jaw drops as you stare at the lock. There's no getting that undone.

"Oh, man," you say, standing and looking around, trying to stay calm. You suddenly become very aware that there's no window in the laundry room. You lean against the door and bang loudly, yelling for help. After minutes of yelling, you figure the music is up too loud for anyone to hear you.

"Shit, shit, shit," you say, pounding on the door a few more times before gripping your hair and sitting on the floor. You shut your eyes, trying to forget how small the laundry room is, and begin to rock back and forth as you hum yourself out of a panic attack.

The music from the party makes its way into your ears and you listen intently, trying to figure out how to escape. Suddenly a rush of cool air hits you and you open your eyes.

"Hey, what are you-"

"Don't shut the door!" you screech at the boy who has just entered the laundry room, and wince when you hear it click.

"What?" he asks, confused.

"Damnit! The lock broke! We're locked in!" you exclaimed, standing up and pushing against the door.

"Locked in?"

"Yes! Damn you, Kevin Jonas!" you say, shoving him.

"Woah!" he says, holding his hands up and stepping away from you.

"Oh, well this is just great. We're going to run out of air in here! There's no window and the music is up too loud for anyone to hear!" you say, clutching your heart.

"Yeah, the music is really loud," he agrees.

"Kevin!" you yell.

"What? I'm sorry! Stop yelling at me!" he says, his brow furrowing.

"I don't do well in small places, Kevin. You know that. Especially ones that seem to be getting hotter by the minute!" you say, your breath quickening.

"Dude, relax. Relax," he says quietly.

"No one knows we're in here. The party could last until morning. What if-"

"What if this is fun?" he asks.

"Fun?" you ask, looking at him. He's dressed up from head to toe, every curl on his head in place.

"Yeah. It's like Hide and Seek, except on accident."

"You're weird," you nod, banging on the door and the wall around it.

"I need a break," he says softly, and you almost don't hear him.

"What?" you ask, turning and watching as he hops onto the washing machine and loosens his tie.

"I need a break," he repeats. "We're going a million miles an hour, I can't escape cameras, I don't get a minute of peace to myself, we don't talk much anymore, I just...I'm so fucking tired," he says, swallowing hard.

"We talk. Kind of. For, like, a minute a month," you say, trying to reassure him.

"It's not the same," he whines quietly. "I miss you."

You stare at him as he speaks, and begin to let your eyes wander. The collar of his shirt is scratching against the skin of his neck. The dark jacket is tight on his chest, the pocket stuffed with a colorful scarf. His pants are dark as well, and tight, and stop right at the middle of his socks, which are an odd salmon color. His shoes are shiny and white, and you want to cringe.

"I hate the way you dress," you tell him.

"What?" he asks, his eyes meeting yours. He looks offended.

"I hate your shoes," you say, looking at them.

"My shoes? What's wrong with my shoes? I like these. I picked them out," he says, now sounding highly offended.

"What happened to your Converse?" you ask, looking up at him.

"I still have my Converse, I just like wearing these."

"Ew. You have changed. I guess the tabloids are right," you say, frowning.

"Excuse me? What the hell are you-" He stops once he sees the smirk on your face. "Oh, you bitch," he chuckles.

You smile softly and walk over to him, setting your hands on his shoulders. "Your clothes changed, but you haven't," you say.

"I think you're the only one that believes that," he says softly.

"What's wrong?" you ask, tilting your head.

"I told you. I'm tired. I'm tired and I miss you and I...maybe I don't like these clothes, either," he says, sighing and meeting your gaze.

"The shoes are hideous," you nod.

He lets out a slight laughs and shakes his head."Sometimes I wonder if I had made different decisions if I would be-"

You cover his mouth and shake your head. "Don't. You work so hard and you love what you do. Don't let the bad stuff that comes with it ruin you, Kev," you say quietly.

"It just gets so hard," he says against your hand.

"So call me more and talk to me. I am a fantastic listener," you smile.

He removes your hand from his mouth and looks at you seriously. "You really are," he says.

"I know," you nod.

"No, I mean you...you just...I just-"

"What?" you ask.

"I stopped calling you so much because I realized I'm in love with you and thought it would be weird since we've been close for so long, so I just stopped...just stopped. I just kind of got stuck and I don't know what to do anymore. I can't do any of this without you anymore. It's too hard. It's so hard to be in the spotlight like this and-"

"Why did you come in here?" you ask suddenly.

"Huh?"

"Why did you come in here?" you ask again.

"I...uh, actually I saw you come in here and then when you didn't come out for fifteen minutes I decided to come check on you," he admits, biting his lower lip.

"You always did like to protect girls."

"Just you," he says.

You fall silent and look towards the ground. "I-"

"You?" he asks.

"Hate those shoes," you finish, your fingers resting on the laces.

"So you've said," he sighs.

You chew your lip for a moment and then let your fingers undo the laces.

"What are you doing?" he asks, looking down.

You shrug and drop his shoes to the floor and then peel off his socks and toss them over your shoulder.

"How do you feel now?" you ask.

"Um...my toes are cold?"

"I'm trying to rid you of your typical image here, Kevin. Work with me," you say, placing your hands on his knees.

"Oh," he says. "Then I feel...lighter."

"What else is heavy?" you ask.

"This jacket," he replies. He leans forward a little on the machine and your hands slide down his arms as you remove his jacket and drop it on the floor.

"Tie," you say, your hands running up his chest and stopping at his tie. He tips his head back a little as you undo his tie the rest of the way and slip it over his head.

"Better," he nods.

"Are you sure?" you ask, nudging his knees until they part, and step between them.

He opens and closes his mouth and just looks at you. You take the silence as a sign and begin to undo the buttons on his shirt.

"Shirt looks stiff," you say quietly, pulling it down his arms. He nods slightly and watches as his shirt hits the dirty floor. You bite your lip and can't help but to drag your nails down his chest. He flinches and closes his eyes, his head dropping back. You swallow once your hands get to his zipper and you carefully undo the button to his tight pants. "Too tight," you mutter, dragging the zipper down.

"Mmm," he breathes, his hips shifting.

You tug on his pants until he sets his hands on the washer and lifts himself up, then slowly pull his pants down. They hit the floor quietly and you look up, your eyes meeting.

"How do you feel?" you ask.

"T-Turned on," he says, his skin beginning to flush.

You smile and nod, stepping as close to him as you can until you hit the washer and wrapping your hands behind his neck.

"Me too," you whisper, touching your lips to his.

Kevin grips your hips quickly and deepens the kiss, making you moan quietly. He scoots forward on the machine and you feel the heat of him through your long skirt.

"Oh wow," he breathes, breaking the kiss.

"I think it's safe to say there's been sexual tension between us," you say, kissing his neck and down his chest.

"Mmhmm," he nods, his hands sliding under your shirt.

You remove your lips from his skin and allow him to peel your shirt off. His hands cup your breasts for a moment and he leans forward, kissing your collarbones and reaching behind you, unhooking it. It drops to the floor a moment later and his tounge attacks your skin. You feel your skin beginning to warm under his touch, and your hands move to his hips. Kevin's hands move up and down your sides, over your breasts, and up your throat. One slides behind your neck and the other goes down to your lower back and he pull you forward and kisses you hotly. Your tounges find each others quickly and you melt into Kevin, wrapping your arms around his neck. The kiss loses some heat as Kevin stands up quickly and turns before pushing you against the washing machine. You hop up on it quickly and pull his boxer covered half against you. Kevin lets out a breathy moan and then pulls away from the kiss. His hands slide up your thighs and you bite your lip as you feel your underwear being pulled down. You lift up slightly and shiver as he removes them one leg at a time. You reach forward and dip a hand into his boxers and he grunts as you wrap a hand around him.

"Shit," he groans, closing his eyes.

You stroke him for a few minutes before removing your hand and pushing boxers down as far as you can. Kevin steps out of them and kicks them away before looking at you. You know no words are needed, so you nod at each other and Kevin steps between your legs again. He pushes your skirt up and pulls your hips towards his before kissing you again. You wrap your legs around his waist and moan loudly as he enters you slowly.

"Oh my God," you moan, the feeling better than you could have imagined.

Your head tips back as he thrusts into you slowly and your hands grip his shoulders once you feel his lips on your neck.

"Kevin?" you ask, swallowing as you feel him move inside you.

"Mm?" he breathes, gripping your hips tightly.

"I-I didn't respond e-earlier, but I...oh fuuuuck," you moan as his pace quickens.

"You?" he asks, pulling your hips against his as he moves.

"I l-love you, too," you say, leaning forward and kissing his shoulder, your hands gripping his shoulderblades.

"You d-do?" he asks, his breath hot on your neck.

"Yes," you moan.

His hips jerk against yours and you both let out a moan. Kevin whimpers as your nails dig into his skin and his thrusts become harder, his pace slowing down. Your jaw drops at the feeling and you rest your forehead on his shoulder.

"Kevinnnn," you moan, circling your hips. You're pressed up against each other as close as you can, your hearts beating rapidly against each other as sweat rolls down your backs.

"Oh my God," Kevin groans, his knees banging into the washing machine as he thrusts into you. You bite his shoulder gently, moving your teeth along his collarbones. Sucking the hollow between them, you let out a yelp as his pace quickens.

"Right there," you moan, licking your lips. His hips begin to grind into yours and you shut your eyes at the feeling.

"Ohhh," he moans, letting go of your hips and gripping the sides of the washing machine. The machine runs into the wall as he thrusts into you quickly, and you feel yourself beginning to tighten around his throbbing self. "You feel so good," he growls, his hips moving in large circles.

"Oh fuck," you moan, your toes beginning to curl.

The washing machine begins to vibrate with your movements and you feel yourself ready to explode.

"Oh, Kevin. Oh my God. Ohhhhh." You scream against his shoulder, you body jerking against his as the most intense orgasm of your life overtakes you.

Kevin thrusts into you a few more times before he grips your hips again and releases his body with a long, low moan of your name.

The two of you stay still, leaning into each other for what feels like hours, recovering. Finally Kevin steps back and pulls his boxers and pants on before sitting on the washing machine, his legs shaking.

"My...wow," you breathe, running a hand through your hair.

Kevin nods and sets his head back on the wall behind the washing machine. You smooth your skirt down and slowly get off the washing machine and re-dress, handing Kevin his shirt. He puts it on and buttons it, watching you with a gentle look.

"What?" you ask.

"You love me," he grins.

"Yeah," you smile, nodding.

He gets off the maching and hugs you, kissing the top of your head.

"What do you say we find a way out of here," you say, the air thick and hot in the laundry room.

"Sure," Kevin nods, pulling out his cellphone.

You stare at him in shock. "You had that the whole time?!"

"Yeah," he nods.

"Kevin! Why didn't you say anything?"

"I was having too much fun being locked in with you," he smiles.