No Way

“Hey, Michelle called while you were dressing up,” Nick announced dully once Joe came into the living room. He chewed loudly on the candy in his mouth, making Joe wince slightly.

“She did? What’d she say?”

“She’s coming over in twenty.”

“Shit!” Joe exclaimed, running around frantically.

“Dude, what’s wrong?”

“Hannah and I are going out tonight. Shit! Michelle’s gonna be pissed that I’m dissing her again. Nick, dude, you’ve gotta help me out here,” Joe begged desperately.

“Do I look like I don’t have a life?” Nick asked, appalled.

“Nick!” Joe whined pathetically, stomping his foot against the hardwood beneath him.

“Ugh, fine,” Nick rolled his eyes. “I’ll hang out with her. Don’t you think she’ll notice, though, that I look nothing like you?”

“Don’t be a smartass,” Joe said before whacking the side of his brother’s head. “I just want you to get her mind off the fact that I bailed on her.”

“Whatever,” Nick shrugged, rubbing his temple with his palm.

“I’m here!” came an announcement from behind the front door. “Open up, open up; come on!”

Nick rolled his eyes and walked to the door. “Hey, Mitchie,” he greeted.

“Damn, boy,” she snapped her fingers, noticing how toned his muscles looked from where she was standing, “Summer’s been good to you. Wife beater and jeans; good choice.” Nick blushed lightly, earning stifled laughter from Joe and Michelle.

“Hey, Chell,” Joe greeted her with a hug. She pulled away after a few seconds and punched his arm.

“You ready for the movie-thon?”

“Yeah, Michelle, uh… about that—”

“Oh no. No, no, hell no; you can’t ditch me again.”

“Chelly, it’s—”

“Damn it! You know how long we’ve been planning this. I miss my best friend,” she pouted.

“Ugh, I know. But Hannah and I made plans for the whole day, so—”

“Just go. It’s fine.”

“Stay and hang out with Nick. I’m sure he wouldn’t mind hanging out with you.”

She looked at Nick and nodded.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind that.”

“Okay, cool. Thanks for understanding!” he grinned, giving her a quick hug and running outside to his car. Michelle shook her head as she closed the door. Looking at Nick, she dropped herself onto the couch.

“So where is everyone?”

“Mom and Dad are shopping with Frankie; Kevin’s at some volunteer thing.”

“Why are you all alone at home?”

Nick shrugged, “I have no life, I guess.”

“Alright.” They both stared blankly at the television, the beginning of Sweet Home Alabama suddenly coming on.

“Ew, chick flick,” Nick grimaced, immediately changing the channel.

“Hey!” Michelle placed her hand over her heart, “I take offense to that. It just so happens that that’s one of my favorite movies.”

“Only because you think Patrick Dempsey is hot,” he replied, his face slightly wrinkling in disgust.

“He is!” Michelle yelled defiantly.

“Yeah, in an old man way; he’s, like, fifty years older than you.”

“No, I beg to differ. I’m eighteen and he’s only forty-one; meaning we’re twenty-three years apart. So, ha!”

Nick scoffed.

“What, Nicholas?” Michelle asked teasingly putting both of her feet in his lap. “You can’t honestly tell me you’ve never had a little crush on someone older, can you?”

Nick swallowed upon feeling her bare toes slowly go under his shirt and tickle his side. Shaking his head, he muttered, “N-No, I haven’t.”

Michelle smirked and got up to her knees, draping her arms around Nick’s neck. Leaning forward, she breathed into his ear, “Liar.” Nick shook his head, unable to talk. Taking his ear between her teeth and biting it lightly, she smiled when she heard a soft moan escape his throat. Picking herself up from the couch, she walked towards the stairs, keeping her eyes on him to make sure he was watching.

“You coming?” she asked with a wink, slowly unbuttoning her own shirt. Slipping it off her arms and revealing a camisole, she giggled as she watched Nick swallow.

Watching her walk up the stairs and out of his vision, Nick contemplated between following her or staying put. His body beginning to take control of his mind, he found himself standing and practically running towards the stairs.


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“Jesus, it took you long enough,” Michelle breathed from the top of the stairs once she saw Nick. She lifted an eyebrow and bit her lip, waiting for him to meet her. Slowly walking up the steps, he stopped one step below her and wrapped his arms around her waist. Feeling her warm breath tickle his nose, he smiled and gave her a light kiss on the lips.

A soft sigh escaping her mouth, Michelle returned the kiss. Parting her lips, as well as his, she slipped her tongue into his mouth deepening it. Placing his hand behind her neck to pull her closer, Nick moaned into her mouth. Pulling on his shirt, Michelle smiled into the kiss and yanked his shirt off, breaking apart for no more than a few seconds.

She pulled him by the arm so he would be level with her and ran her fingers gently over his chest. Breaking apart from Nick, she looked at him with a bitten lip.

“So can you still honestly tell me that you’ve ‘never’ had a crush on an older woman before?”

Nick smirked and slammed her hips against his, making her gasp loudly. Kissing her neck, his fingers played with the bottom of her cami. She bit her lip and leaned her head back, the suction on her neck almost too much to bear. Grasping her own shirt, she ripped it over her head and threw it aside.

Nick, blushing as he looked at her nearly-bare body, ran his hands up her sides and looked behind her. Smiling, he pinned her against the wall and kissed down her body until he was on his knees. His tongue circled her navel, making her moan loudly and grasp his curls between her fingers. Settling his hands on her jeans button he quickly undid them, and slid her pants to the floor. Moving so she could remove them completely, her body shook as she felt Nick’s lips run up her thigh. Stopping him, she pulled on his shoulders so he would stand at eyelevel. Pushing him into his bedroom forcefully, she pushed him onto the bed so that his feet were touching the floor.

She crawled above him, her lips attacking his neck and collarbones.

“Oh wow,” he moaned, clutching the blankets underneath him. Leaving a trail down his chest and stomach, Michelle bit his pants button and undid them, pulling them down to the floor. Kicking them off, Nick rolled so he was on top of her. Using a hand to lift her slightly, he pulled down his comforter and set it over them. The warmth of the blanket on his back, he continued to kiss Michelle.

Pushing herself up, Michelle set her head into the pillow. Nick felt up her sides and rested them right below her ribs. She bit her lip and jerked her hips once she felt Nick’s tongue slide down her lower stomach. Arching her hips up, she slid her underwear down.

Caught in surprise, Nick looked up at her, the blanket on top of his head. She bit her lip and took in a deep breath, nodding slowly at him. Disappearing under the blanket, Michelle felt him moving and soon found her legs moving further apart from each other. Her breathing became labored and she felt a tingling sensation in her lower body. Her head went back, digging deeper into the pillow. Her hands flew to grasp it and she threw one of them over her face, muffling the sounds.

Letting his tongue work its magic, Nick moved slowly and teasingly. Hearing her moan, he sucked lightly on her most sensitive spot, only causing her to groan even louder. Reaching under her thigh, he grasped her hips tightly. Finding his mouth’s movement tantalizing, Michelle found herself reaching under the blanket and tugging on his hair.

“Ohh, baby. Nick, I—ohh…” she moaned, biting hard on her lip. The feeling in her lower body became more and more intense, only making her want more of him. Rocking her hips to the same tempo as Nick’s tongue, Michelle arched her back, savoring the feeling. Feeling herself come close to her end, she frowned when she felt Nick stir beneath her, stopping the excitement.

“Niiiick, what’s wrong?” she asked, trying to restrain herself. She felt light kisses on her inner thigh as Nick removed the blanket from over his head. “I-I wasn’t done,” she pouted, making Nick grin smugly.

“I know,” he whispered, kissing just beneath her navel. “It just makes the end even better.”

Feeling the tension grow in his boxers, he removed them and situated himself on top of Michelle. Catching her by surprise, he entered her harshly, causing her to gasp and groan at the same time. Jamming her nails into the sheets beneath her, she clenched them tightly and clamped her jaw together.

Moving at a slow pace, he groaned at the friction between them. Making his lips come into contact with her neck, he sucked on it. Forming a hickey, he slid his tongue over her collarbone.

“Oh, Nick,” Michelle moaned at a high-pitched tone. “Oh baby, more,” she pleaded, her uneven moans turning into a whimper. Wrapping her arms around his back, she pulled him closer to her, causing him to thrust even harder. Hearing the sharp yelp come from her, Nick was sent into overdrive.

He felt himself about to come to an end, so he quickened his movement. Breathing heavily, he sucked on her chest, running his tongue over her breastbone.

“Nick, baby… more. Don’t hold back,” she begged, wanting—no, needing more of him.

“Say it,” he demanded.

“Say w-what?” she replied, his voice almost inaudible to her.

“My name. Say it.”

“N-N-Nick,” she whispered.

“Again. Louder,” he demanded, enjoying the fact that this was pure torture for her. Rotating his hips, she arched up even more.

“Ohhh, Nick,” she squealed. Submitting to her wishes, Nick forced himself harder into her. Earning scratches on his biceps as she raked her fingers over them, Nick bit his lip. Leaning forward so their bodies would touch completely, Nick felt her teeth dig into his shoulder.

“N-Niiiick, I-I—baby, I—ohhhh…” she mumbled against his shoulder, finally coming to her end. Soon after, Nick’s end came with a satisfying tingle shooting up his spine. She lay her head back against the pillow, her heart beating against her ribcage. Her breathing was shallow and uneven, but a smile made its way onto her face as she felt Nick lay down beside her.

“I… I… there are seriously no words,” she laughed, rolling to her side and draping an arm over his stomach.

“Oh wow,” Nick breathed, his lower body calming down. “That… whoa.”

“Have you, um… have you ever done that before?” she asked shyly.

“No,” he shook his head. “First timer.”

“No way in hell.”

“Yes. But I hear that peppermint trick works on all the girls,” he winked once she looked up at his face. Her eyes widened.

“I cannot believe you just said that,” she playfully slapped his arm. “But yes,” she calmed down, laying her cheek against his torso, “it does work.”

He played with her fingers for a few minutes before releasing her hand from his grasp.

“Nick, I have one thing to say to you,” she smiled, kissing his chest as she drew circles on him with her fingers.

“What’s that?” he bit his lip, her head resting on his arm.

“There’s no fucking way you’re only fifteen years old.”