Beware the Quiet Ones (By Britt)

Beware the Quiet Ones

By Britt

You open the front door quietly and tiptoe in.

"Don't wake up," you whisper as you sneak along the creaky wooden floor.

You wince as it groans underneath your feet, and freeze. Looking around the dim house you sigh, realizing no one had woken up. Smiling, you head down the hall and slip into your bedroom. Closing the door securely, you lock it and turn, leaning against it.

"Yes," you smile, proud of yourself.

"You are so busted."

You yelp and look over at your bed, startled.

"Shh!"

"Nick, what the fuck?" you ask, spotting him under your covers.

"Hey, now," he says, sitting up.

"Sorry," you sigh. "But, what are you doing in my room?"

"Sleeping."

"Why?" you ask, your hands on your hips.

"I was tired."

"Nicholassss," you whine, walking over and sitting on the edge of your bed.

"Hm?" he asks, tilting his head as it rests on your pillow.

"Why are you asleep in my bed?" you ask again.

You watch his lips purse together as he think, and you frown.

"It shouldn't take you this long to expl-"

"I didn't want you to get caught."

You raise your eyebrows and look at him. "Caught?" you ask.

"I knew you snuck out to go to that party and I didn't want you to get busted, so I got in your bed so no one would think otherwise," he says, looking at the ceiling.

"What if someone pulled the covers away?"

"Then I'd be screwed," he shrugs.

"Mmhmm," you nod.

"Plus, your bed is so damn comfortable," he moans, stretching out.

You poke him and get off the bed, heading to your closet.

"So, how was the party?" he asks.

"Doesn't matter," you sigh.

"Sure it does. You were gone for five hours and twenty-two minutes, it had to have been good."

You turn, pajamas in hand, and look at him. "You counted?" you ask, amused.

"You were gone a long time. I just worry," he says, sliding out of your bed and adjusting his slipping pajama bottoms.

Your eyes linger on the briefly exposed skin, and you tear your eyes away with much difficult.

"What was that?" Nick asks, amused.

"What?" you ask, clearing your throat.

"That admiration of my body."

"I was not...admiring your body, Nicholas," you say, shaking your head.

"Were, too," he smiles.

"Not," you say, rolling your eyes.

"You want to see more?"

Your eyes flick down to his hands which are now resting at the hem of his shirt, and you bite your bottom lip.

"You're k-kidding, right?" you ask, forcing a laugh.

"Am I?" Nick asks quietly, sliding his shirt off slowly.

"Oh, you're not," you mumbled, your eyes taking in his tanned chest.

"More?"

"Nick, what are you doing?" you ask seriously as his hands slide to his drawstring.

"Nothing," he shrugs, the drawstring coming free easily.

"Stop it!" you hiss, glancing at your door.

"You locked it, remember?"

"Nick, seriously, I don't...you, uh...."

You can't form correct sentences anymore, for his pants have hit the floor.

"Oops," Nick says quietly, kicking them across the floor.

You swallow as you see a small bulge behind the fabric of his boxers.

"Nick, what the hell has gotten into you?" you ask.

He shrugs, dipping his fingers into his boxers.

"Oh, please don't do that," you say, shaking your head.

"Why not?"

"Because," you answer.

"Because?" he asks, his boxers slipping off one of his hipbones.

You feel yourself responding to the sight of him, and you turn your eyes from him.

Nick shrugs and the boxers slide down his other hip bone.

You run a hand through your hair, your eyes now locked on what his hands are doing.

"Well, I've always been told to beware of the quiet ones."

"What?" he asks, his fingers pushing the fabric down further, making your heart begin to pound.

"They're supposed to be quite...wild in bed," you say.

"Really?" he asks, licking his bottom lip.

"You know, whips, food, handcuffs."

"Handcuffs?" he asks.

"Y-Yeah."

"Huh," he says thoughtfully, his fingers sliding his boxers all the way down, then his feet kicking them away.

Your breath catches in your throat and you can't help but to stare. He steps back, sits on your bed and then looks at you.

"Damn, you're cocky tonight," you say, biting your lower lip.

You walk over to him silently, stepping between his legs.

"Was there a pun in there somewhere?" Nick asks, grinning.

You don't respond, but instead reach down and wrap your hand around the length of him.
He takes in a sharp breath and looks at you.

"Feel good?" you ask innocently.

You drag your hand up, twist slightly, and then let him free.

"Tease," he says, leaning forward and clasping his hands behind your neck, bringing you close. You push him down on your bed and straddle him, your hand gripping him again. He grunts and pushes his hips into your hand, your faces still close. Your hand moves a little faster and you watch his skin flush. His eyes close a little and his lips part as your hand teases him. You feel him begin to throb in your hand, and your hand releases him. Nick opens his eyes and looks at you curiously. You lean down the rest of the way and hesitate.

"This is going to be the first time we've ever kissed," you say, glancing at his lips.

He nods slightly and kisses your cheek gently. Your heads tip to the side and your lips meet. You run your hands up his chest, deepening the kiss. Feeling his tounge touch your upper lip, you part your lips and let his tounge slip into your mouth. His hands leave your neck and run down your sides, slipping under your shirt. Your muscles jerk as his fingers graze them.

"Mmm," Nick breathes, breaking the kiss and licking his lips. "You taste good."

You smile. "So do you."

"That wasn't weird, us kissing."

"No," you agree.

"Take your shirt off."

You raise your eyebrows, but stand up and slip your shirt off, dropping it to the floor. His hands are on your pants before you know it, and you hear the zipper slide down. Nick tugs your pants off your hips and looks up at you, his mouth near your hipbone. He narrows his eyes before parting his lips and sucking on your hip, making you swallow. His tounge swirls around your skin as his hands push your pants as far down as he can get them. He sits back, motioning for you to remove them all the way. Kicking your pants to the side, you look at him.

"This is a different side to Nick," you smirk.

"I hope you like; it's not going anywhere tonight," he replies, standing up and turning you so the backs of your knees are against the bed.

"I like it," you say quietly, watching his fingers move up your stomach and over your bra.

He removes it quickly and pushes you onto your bed, his fingers hooked in your underwear.

"Good," he whispers, sliding the fabric off of you one leg at a time.

You bite your lip as your feet rest against his collarbones, shivering as his hands slide up and down your legs.

"Nick?"

"Hm?" He looks at you curiously, waiting.

"I've had dreams like this," you admit with a smirk.

"Oh, yeah?" he asks.

You nod, your feet sliding down and resting on his hips.

"Tell me," he says, glancing around your room.

You shake your head, smiling wickedly.

"No?" he asks, raising his eyebrows.

"Guess."

"I see," he nods, taking your feet and setting them on the bed.

You raise up on your elbows as you watch him step across your room. He returns quickly with two items. You blush at both.

"Were both of these in the dreams?" he asks.

You nod slowly, eyeing an item. He smirks and dangles them in front of you. You slide back on your bed, Nick walking on his knees after you. Your head resting on your pillow, you watch him anxiously. Taking your wrists and pinning them up over your head onto your headboard, he then grabs the shiny item from beside you and lifts it up to your wrists. You sigh as the metal comes into contact with your wrists, and bite your lip as they click into place.

"Are they too tight?" Nick asks you, his hand waiting to release the cuffs if you say yes.

"No."

"Good."

He smiles and then sits back, looking at you. His eyes move over your body for a few moments before he finally makes a move. His fingers move up your body from your legs to your bound wrists. He kisses just below the cuffs and makes his way down slowly, kissing every inch of you.
You squirm slightly as his tounge dips into your navel and trails down to your hips. His lips touch your hipbones briefly and then move down to your thighs. Feeling his tounge on your inner thigh you part your legs slightly, the heat of his mouth arousing you. You tug at the cuffs slightly as his mouth moves higher, and he glances up at you.

"What do you want?" he asks, parting your legs with his hands and kissing your inner thigh.

"Ugh," you groan, closing your eyes, not wanting to say.

"Say it," Nick tells you.

"I want...your...mouth," you say, cringing as you speak.

"Where?"

"Nick," you whine.

"What?" he chuckles.

You sigh, feeling yourself blushing furiously. "I w-want your tounge on me."

"Then what?" he asks quietly.

You open your mouth to speak but gasp as you feel his mouth on your hot center. His tounge swirls around your core and he sucks lightly, making you dizzy.

"Oh my," you breathe, your toes curling.

His tounge teases you slowly until you begin to squirm.

"Nick," you plead, poking him with a foot.

He smiles against you, knowing what you want, but refuses to give it to you.

"Then what?" he asks you again.

"You-Your fingers," you say, closing your eyes.

His tounge flicks against you and you moan as you feel him easily slip a finger inside of you. He curls his finger while it's in you and you whimper at the feeling. Your body grows even hotter as his tounge and finger move together, and your hips jerk at the movement. Nick sucks on you hard for a moment until you begin to moan frequently, then you feel him remove his finger and mouth.

"You suck," you breathe as he stops.

"Indeed," Nick replies, kissing your inner thigh and then moving even further down.

"What are you doing?" you ask, watching him take one of your ankles into his hands.

"Tell me what we did in your dreams," he says, ignoring the question.

"We had sex."

"You know what I mean," he says, looking up at you.

"It's dark, I can't move like I want to which makes it even more intense, and you have your way with me," you say.

"Can't move like you want to? How do you want to?" Nick asks.

"What are you doing?" you ask him, watching him place your ankles against the foot of your bed.

He smiles up at you and then reaches over, taking two scarves out of a nearby drawer.

"Oh," you say, and he ties your ankles securely.

"Mmm. So, how do you want to move in these dreams?" Nick asks, moving up the bed and straddling you.

"Freely. I want to wrap my legs around your waist and dig my nails into your back," you tell him.

"Maybe next time," he tells you, reaching to the side of your bed and flicking your lamp off.

The room grows dark, the only light coming from the dim moon outside. You jump as you feel his hands on you, trailing over your skin.

"Please," you whisper, growing wet with anticipation.

Nick runs a hand through your hair and you feel his weight shift, followed by the sound of crinkling. You bite your lip as you hear a wrapper hit your floor, and move your feet against your bed impatiently. The heat of his skin becomes hotter and you flinch as his skin comes into contact with yours. You feel the weight of his hands by your head, and his breath near your lips. You try to lean in to kiss him, but can't see well enough. Your breathing increases as he kisses your neck and jaw and you try to move your knees to get a better idea of where he's at.

"Oh, this is going to be fun," Nick whispers, kissing your cheek.

He kisses the corner of your mouth and you turn your head, successfully touching your lips to his. Nick smiles against your lips and deepens the kiss, sucking on your bottom lip before letting it go. You feel his breath against your lips for a second, then cry out in pleasure as he enters you with one slow thrust. His hips grind against yours as he pulls out, then enters you again deeply. You moan quietly, biting your lip as he moves.

"How was I in your dreams?" he asks breathlessly, moving his hips in circles.

"Ohh," you groan, the handcuffs hitting your headboard as you try to escape them.

"Tell me."

"Like this...so good. God, Nick," you moan, rolling your hips into his.

He moans quietly near your ear, making you shiver.

"You feel so good," he tells you, sliding a hand down your thigh and hooking it behind a knee, parting your legs wider.

"Ahhh," you moan, feeling him press into a bundle of nerves.

"You like that?"

"Yes," you breathe, writhing under him.

His breathing quickens as he moves, his thrusts becoming deeper and harder. You press your feet against your bed for leverage, and push your hips into his. Nick moans, caught off guard, and slams into you, making you yelp.

"You're going to wake the house up," you tease, rolling your hips in slow circles.

Nick laughs lightly, kissing your neck, and slows his thrusts to a painfully slow rhythm.

"Tease," you whine.

"I want to make sure you feel what I'm doing to you," Nick tells you, sliding in and out of you easily, slowly.

Your lips part as you moan, the slowness increasing your level of pleasure.

"Tell me how much you like this."

"S-So much. You don't even know how long I've wanted this, Nick. You feel so good...so...ahhh," you moan, your knees sliding against his slick skin.

Nick grits his teeth as he moves slowly, and you can feel him throbbing inside of you.

"Make me come, Nick. Make me come hard," you breathe.

He nips the skin near your collarbones and thrusts into you deeply, picking up speed.

"Just...like...that," you moan as he trusts, pushing into you harder each time.

You pull against the cuffs, the metal scratching your headboard.

"Ohhh, God," Nick moans, his hips picking up speed as he thrusts into you repeatedly.

"Fuck me," you groan, lifting your hips to meet his.

You feel yourself beginning to tense as his thrusts become sharp and hard.

"You like this?" Nick asks, his fingers clutching the blanket below him.

"God, Nick, yes. I'm so close," you moan, your chest arching into his.

He tilts his hips up and thrusts a little slower, slamming into you deeply. Your breathing becomes shallow as you feel yourself tighten around him, and your moans become frequent.

"Don't stop, don't stop," you moan, rolling your hips into his over and over again.

Nick reaches down behind your knee again and quickens his pace until you're pulling against your cuffs and moaning loudly.

"Niiiick. Fuck, Nick, you're so...I'm so...ohhhhh!" you shriek, your toes curling and your back arching as a strong orgasm hits you.

"Oh my God," Nick moans, and you bite your lip as you feel Nick tense up tightly, then release himself with a long, low moan, his hips jerking against yours.

Your breathing fills the room as the two of you lay still, recovering. Nick finally finds the strength to move and removes himself from you before reaching up and releasing you form the handcuffs. You wince once they're free, not realizing how much you had struggled against them. Your feet are set free seconds later and you sigh contently.

"So much better than my dreams," you mumble, sliding under your covers as you shiver, your sweat beginning to dry.

"Yeah?" Nick asks.

"Mmhmm," you confirm.

You don't hear him for a moment, so you sit up, reach over, and flick your light on. After your eyes adjust to the light, you spot him by your window, his pajama pants back on.

"What are you doing?" you ask curiously.

"Just thinking," he says, turning and smiling at you.

You smile back gently and hold a hand out. He walks over and you notice he looks nervous.

"What?" you ask, taking his hand and pulling him down.

He sits next to you, his eyes gazing at you softly.

"Nothing. That was perfect, just what I...I've always wanted."

"Me, too. Nick, I know we're friends, but...I don't think I can do the friend thing anymore after that," you admit.

"Oh...no?"

"No. I'm afraid I'm going to need your body a few times a week now," you tell him, leaning closer and kissing his cheek.

"I think I can deal with that," Nick smiles, turning his head and kissing you gently.

You kiss him back and then pull him until he gets under the covers with you.

"I told you I was supposed to beware the quiet ones," you sigh, setting your head on his chest.

"And just think, the handcuffs are only the beginning."