Title: Shut Up
Author: Britt
Rating: NC-17, bby!
Pairing: Nick/You
AN: It's been almost a YEAR since I've written a OS! I'm soo sorry! I just lost my inspiration for everything 'dirty'. It was sad. I'm glad it's back!

"See you guys later," Joe said, bidding you farewell.

"Bye. Tell me how the movie is," you say, tossing a wave at him.

"Will do." Joe left, leaving you in the house with Nick. You were in town for awhile and crashing at their house.

"I'm going to take a shower," you say, glancing at Nick.

"Oh. Okay." Nick nodded, swallowing and looking at the TV.

You look at him and your eyes meet. The two of you aren't the best of friends. You've always been closer to Joe. Maybe it's because you're both twenty and slightly immature. You and Nick get along, you just don't hang out one on one a lot. Especially not since Nick had come to you a few weeks ago with an offer.


"Can I talk to you?" Nick had asked, calling you out of the blue.

"Nick?" You were confused that it was him on the line and not Joe.

"Yeah," he said. "Can I talk to you or is it too weird?"

"Fire away, Nick," you said.

"I…I know you and I aren't that close, which is why this idea came to me," he said.

"What idea?" you asked.

"I want to lose it," Nick told you.

"Lose what?" You were still confused by Nick calling you.

"My virginity."

You almost choked on your tea. You hadn't heard him right…had you? "Excuse me?"

"I don't want to lose it to someone I'm in love with because I'm going to suck at it and it will be humiliating if I last for like ten seconds. The pressure is too great. Plus, I'm a perfectionist," Nick said.

He was a perfectionist. That was one of the reasons you never hung out.

"Um," you managed to get out.

"I like you alright," Nick said. "I mean, you're cool. We just don't really hang out, you know? I thought maybe…maybe you and I could do it so I could get it over with. Plus I know you won't tell anyone about it."

Oh dear God, you thought, rubbing your temples. "Nick, we're talking about something that's supposed to be a big deal."

"I'm aware of that," he told you. "But I don't want to make it into one. Look, you could just jump me out of nowhere and take complete advantage of me. I won't mind, honest. I just want this out of the way so I can stop obsessing about it."

"I don't know, Nick," you said, frowning.

"Will you at least think about it?" he asked.

"Nick-"

"Please? Just think about, that's all I'm asking."

"Fine, I'll think about it," you said.

"Thanks."


Shaking your head you forget about the conversation and go upstairs, stepping into the bathroom. The door didn't lock, so taking a shower when no one was around was perfect. The hot water was comforting and you let your mind wander as you showered.

The phone conversation with Nick had been the weirdest conversation you had ever had. And honestly you hadn't given it much thought. Nick was seventeen. It would be so weird. He acted like he was thirty, was a little cocky and hardly ever smiled. But he was attractive. His hair was always perfect, his skin lightly tanned. His eyes glinted when he thought something was funny, even if he didn't let his full lips turn up into a smile. Taking what Nick wanted you to take from him was insane. It was out of the question…wasn't it?

You turned the water off, thinking. It had been awhile for you and Nick was right downstairs. He had given you the option to take complete advantage of him. It would be so easy right now. No one else was home. Even though Nick hadn't brought it up since the initial call, you had caught him looking at you on more than one occasion. It was obviously still on his mind.

Wrapping a towel around yourself you stepped out into the hall and looked down the stairs. Nick wasn't there anymore. Sighing, you walk into your room and open up a suitcase, taking something from it. You hear the radio turn on in Nick's room and you stay still, listening and thinking.

"Oh, screw it," you say to yourself. It was intensely on your mind now and you only had a small window to act on this.

Stepping out into the hall again you rock on your heels through a full song before settling on a decision. You walk down the hall to Nick's door and open it without knocking, shutting and locking the door behind you. Nick's lying on his bed with a copy of Rolling Stone. He looks at you surprised and confused.

You cross the room to his bed and drop your towel, the condom in your right hand. Climbing on the bed you straddle him, set the condom down and undo his pants, yanking them down just enough.

"What are you-"

"Shut up," you tell him, reaching down and gripping him, stroking him quickly. Nick lets out a surprised moan, and he's hard within seconds. You slip the condom on him, position your hips and lower your aching self down onto him.
You rise and lower yourself over him, the length and width of him surprising you. You didn't mean to moan as loud as you did.

Nick's breathing loudly and you feel his fingers on your hips, digging into your skin. His lips are parted and his eyes half closed as you circle your hips. He isn't going to last long, and you know this. But it doesn't matter.
You already feel the pressure building inside of you. It's been so long and this has no strings attached to it. Nothing is expected of you, there are no major feelings involved, no talking and there is no pressure. It's just sex. And it's surprisingly pretty amazing sex.

You lean forward and grip his headboard, your core slipping over him and taking him back in over and over again. You close your eyes and focus on the feeling. Nick is moaning and grunting under you and you know you're running out of time. But fuck, the boy feels good.

"Ohh," Nick moans as he thrusts up into you for the first time.

This. This is what you needed, what you wanted. You moan as he thrusts again and open your eyes, looking down at him. The more he thrusts the more his jaw drops, and you know what he's feeling. You let go of the headboard and lean back, arching your spine as you move and he thrusts. You're both close, you can hear it in his moans that have gotten louder and closer together. He's thrusting up into you quickly now, his hard member having a mind of its own, knowing what it wants.

It's seconds later when you know you can't hold back anymore. His fast, hard thrusts are too much and your body is on fire. You grip his shirt as you lean back further, your hips rolling over his. You moan louder and louder as he thrusts and finally let your release overtake you. You groan, your lip bitten and your back arched as you tremble above him. You feel him thrust a few more times before he lets out a staggered moan and his hips push up into yours much slower as the thick cream is expelled from his body. His hips jerk and his head tips back for a few seconds before he falls still, the only sound in the room your breathing.

You slip off of him and remove the condom, pulling his garments back up for him. You grab your towel and re-wrap it around yourself, securing it. You look at Nick, whose head is to the side as he looks at you, stunned.

"Shut up," you tell him again. "You will never tell this to anyone."

Nick shakes his head. "Never…thank you…fuck."

You smirk and then leave the room, disposing of the condom safely. You re-dress and go on about your day normally, letting your mind replay the steamy session over and over again. Who knows, maybe Nick will call with a similar request one day.