Wrong Guys After All? 3/6
I'm sorry for the delay but Livejournal didn't like me much the last few days.
Chapter 3
Nick was about to get raped. He knew that. And he could do absolutely nothing about it.
Even without his wrists bound to the headboard he wouldn't stand a chance against the two men. Hell, even just one of them could overpower him easily. He kicked and twisted and at the same time tried to curl up to himself to made himself as small as possible. He wasn't sure if he was screaming for help or begging for them to not do it. Panic overrode everything.
What he didn't expect was a blanket thrown over him, covering him up.
"Nick, hey." Dean's voice cut through his panicked mind. "Calm down, it's okay. You're okay."
On his other side Sam muttered something close to his ear. "Hold still for a second … I can't … just a second …"
Suddenly his hand was free, the cuff was still on his wrist but the other side was open. A second later his other hand was free as well, completely cuff free.
It took Nick a few seconds before he realized what had happened. His hands were free and he lay under a blanket. At some point Sam and Dean had left the bed and were now standing on the other side of the room, Sam in his sweatpants and Dean struggling to get into his jeans. Both looked intensely at Nick but he only read worry in their eyes.
"W...hat?" Nick croaked and swallowed to moister his throat. "Why?"
"Why?" Dean parroted. "Dude, you were the one screaming stop."
Holding his hands up as if didn't want to spook Nick Sam stepped closer.
"Is it okay if I get you out of that?" With a small key he pointed a Nick's wrist where the metal still lay heavy on his skin. "You moved too much …" He made a vague gesture.
Nick nodded numbly and forced himself to not twitch when Sam's fingers brushed his hand but he breathed in relief when the cuff clicked open. Immediately Sam stepped back.
"Why did you say yes to the handcuffs if they freak you out?" Dean ran a hand down his face and now he didn't look like the wrong guy at all. Just confused and tired.
"It's not that." Nick felt his blood rushing hot into his cheeks. Could the floor just open and swallow him right now? Please? "I thought … I don't know what I thought."
He looked away, drawing the blanket up to his chin. He knew exactly what he'd thought but no way was he telling them that.
Realization dawned on Dean's face anyway. "You thought that we … we would … oh, god."
"After the other night." Sam spoke up. "We thought you'd like this, that you were into stuff like this." Sam didn't look like somebody had kicked his puppy, Sam looked like he was the puppy being kicked.
And that was exactly the way Nick felt at that moment. He had wanted this, had waited for them to call. Thinking about the things they could have done tonight, good things, kinky things, Nick closed his eyes. He'd ruined it.
"Are you okay now?" Dean startled him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Nick shook his head. This was so stupid. How could he ever have thought that they would do that to him?
"Don't be." Sam spoke up, guilt clearly written all over his face. "It's our fault, we should have …" He broke up, lost at what they shouldn't have done. Because there was nothing. They had asked Nick and he'd said yes and when all of a sudden he'd said no they'd stopped. Immediately. Had covered him up and freed him without questions.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Nick answered with a heavy sigh.
Sam placed Nick's clothes on the edge of the bed and backed off again. Nick couldn't help but smile, they seemed so bad-ass at first sight but were so sweet and gentle underneath.
"Get dressed and I'll drive you back to town." Dean offered but stopped short. "Or we can get you a taxi if you feel more comfortable that way." He managed to keep a neutral voice but the hurt was visible in his eyes. "Oh, and we pay for your time, of course." He started to search for his wallet and Nick blinked against his brimming eyes. This was not like he'd pictured this night.
"We're really sorry." Sam smiled at him and grabbed Dean at the elbow. "We wait in the bathroom, just holler when you're dressed."
Before Nick could say anything the bathroom door clicked close and he was alone in the room. For long seconds he lay there with the blanket up to his chin and tried to make sense out of what had just happened.
He heard hushed voices from the bathroom but couldn't make out words.
Chewing his bottom lip Nick weighted his options. He could get dressed and let Dean drive him back, the offered taxi hurt more than he wanted to admit, but he wouldn't take the money, though. He wasn't that desperate and he'd done nothing to earn it.
But there was the other night, he'd really enjoyed the awesome sex, and he had just thrown away his chance to repeat it. Or had he?
Nick fingered the handcuff laying forgotten right next to him. They still meant that he would have to trust Sam and Dean completely but in the last five minutes they had proven that they respected a no.
Decision made Nick threw the blanket off. He had to hurry, they would start to wonder if he'd just left soon. He had no way of knowing if they were on board with this or not but there was only one way to find out.
His clothes landed on the chair along with the blanket. Then he inspected the handcuffs. One he could fasten around his wrist, no problem, the second one would be a little more difficult but if he barely closed it he should be able to slip his hand through and then he could use the headboard as leverage to close it farther.
It was easier in theory but with some wiggling and muttered curses Nick managed to cuff himself back to the headboard. Upper body propped up against the wooden frame, arms stretched out to the corners of the bed he made himself comfortable.
Anticipation alone made his cock twitch and he did nothing to hide his growing erection. Taking a deep breath he gathered all his courage.
"Okay, you can come back in." He yelled and a second later the bathroom door opened and Dean stood in the door. Sam bumped into him because Dean stood frozen at the sight of Nick on the bed.
"Could we just pretend the last ten minutes never happened?" Nick asked and then waited patiently for an answer. Something more verbal than bulging eyes and disbelieving expressions. Or they could just come over and put their hands on him.
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Dean spat out but made a wary step into the room, just far enough for Sam to squeeze past him.
"You can't be serious." Sam stood now shoulder to shoulder with Dean, both of them openly staring at Nick stretched out on the bed. He shifted a bit under their gaze, as far as he could with his bound hands, anyway. Would they just do something already?
"Does this look like I'm not serious?" Nick nodded to his no longer half-hard cock. Lying there on display for them, feeling their eyes roaming his body, Nick was almost fully erected by now.
"You screamed bloody murder not five minutes ago." Dean pointed out but couldn't hide his hungry expression.
"I'm sorry." Nick lowered his eyes. "I really am. I thought … but you didn't." He stopped, searching for the right words. "I like this." He rattled at the handcuffs. "I do. But I need to trust the one doing this to me." He fell silent and hoped they'd figure out the rest on their own.
On his left side the mattress dipped.
"And you think you can trust us enough for this?" Sam sat at his side, making eye contact but didn't touch him.
"You stopped." Nick simply said.
"If we do this." Dean sat down at his other side. "You have to tell us. If you want us to stop, you tell us."
"I will." Nick locked eyes with Dean because he got the impression it was him he needed to convince.
"Okay." Was all Dean said but it was enough.
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Chapter 3
Nick was about to get raped. He knew that. And he could do absolutely nothing about it.
Even without his wrists bound to the headboard he wouldn't stand a chance against the two men. Hell, even just one of them could overpower him easily. He kicked and twisted and at the same time tried to curl up to himself to made himself as small as possible. He wasn't sure if he was screaming for help or begging for them to not do it. Panic overrode everything.
What he didn't expect was a blanket thrown over him, covering him up.
"Nick, hey." Dean's voice cut through his panicked mind. "Calm down, it's okay. You're okay."
On his other side Sam muttered something close to his ear. "Hold still for a second … I can't … just a second …"
Suddenly his hand was free, the cuff was still on his wrist but the other side was open. A second later his other hand was free as well, completely cuff free.
It took Nick a few seconds before he realized what had happened. His hands were free and he lay under a blanket. At some point Sam and Dean had left the bed and were now standing on the other side of the room, Sam in his sweatpants and Dean struggling to get into his jeans. Both looked intensely at Nick but he only read worry in their eyes.
"W...hat?" Nick croaked and swallowed to moister his throat. "Why?"
"Why?" Dean parroted. "Dude, you were the one screaming stop."
Holding his hands up as if didn't want to spook Nick Sam stepped closer.
"Is it okay if I get you out of that?" With a small key he pointed a Nick's wrist where the metal still lay heavy on his skin. "You moved too much …" He made a vague gesture.
Nick nodded numbly and forced himself to not twitch when Sam's fingers brushed his hand but he breathed in relief when the cuff clicked open. Immediately Sam stepped back.
"Why did you say yes to the handcuffs if they freak you out?" Dean ran a hand down his face and now he didn't look like the wrong guy at all. Just confused and tired.
"It's not that." Nick felt his blood rushing hot into his cheeks. Could the floor just open and swallow him right now? Please? "I thought … I don't know what I thought."
He looked away, drawing the blanket up to his chin. He knew exactly what he'd thought but no way was he telling them that.
Realization dawned on Dean's face anyway. "You thought that we … we would … oh, god."
"After the other night." Sam spoke up. "We thought you'd like this, that you were into stuff like this." Sam didn't look like somebody had kicked his puppy, Sam looked like he was the puppy being kicked.
And that was exactly the way Nick felt at that moment. He had wanted this, had waited for them to call. Thinking about the things they could have done tonight, good things, kinky things, Nick closed his eyes. He'd ruined it.
"Are you okay now?" Dean startled him out of his thoughts.
"Yeah, I'm sorry." Nick shook his head. This was so stupid. How could he ever have thought that they would do that to him?
"Don't be." Sam spoke up, guilt clearly written all over his face. "It's our fault, we should have …" He broke up, lost at what they shouldn't have done. Because there was nothing. They had asked Nick and he'd said yes and when all of a sudden he'd said no they'd stopped. Immediately. Had covered him up and freed him without questions.
"You didn't do anything wrong." Nick answered with a heavy sigh.
Sam placed Nick's clothes on the edge of the bed and backed off again. Nick couldn't help but smile, they seemed so bad-ass at first sight but were so sweet and gentle underneath.
"Get dressed and I'll drive you back to town." Dean offered but stopped short. "Or we can get you a taxi if you feel more comfortable that way." He managed to keep a neutral voice but the hurt was visible in his eyes. "Oh, and we pay for your time, of course." He started to search for his wallet and Nick blinked against his brimming eyes. This was not like he'd pictured this night.
"We're really sorry." Sam smiled at him and grabbed Dean at the elbow. "We wait in the bathroom, just holler when you're dressed."
Before Nick could say anything the bathroom door clicked close and he was alone in the room. For long seconds he lay there with the blanket up to his chin and tried to make sense out of what had just happened.
He heard hushed voices from the bathroom but couldn't make out words.
Chewing his bottom lip Nick weighted his options. He could get dressed and let Dean drive him back, the offered taxi hurt more than he wanted to admit, but he wouldn't take the money, though. He wasn't that desperate and he'd done nothing to earn it.
But there was the other night, he'd really enjoyed the awesome sex, and he had just thrown away his chance to repeat it. Or had he?
Nick fingered the handcuff laying forgotten right next to him. They still meant that he would have to trust Sam and Dean completely but in the last five minutes they had proven that they respected a no.
Decision made Nick threw the blanket off. He had to hurry, they would start to wonder if he'd just left soon. He had no way of knowing if they were on board with this or not but there was only one way to find out.
His clothes landed on the chair along with the blanket. Then he inspected the handcuffs. One he could fasten around his wrist, no problem, the second one would be a little more difficult but if he barely closed it he should be able to slip his hand through and then he could use the headboard as leverage to close it farther.
It was easier in theory but with some wiggling and muttered curses Nick managed to cuff himself back to the headboard. Upper body propped up against the wooden frame, arms stretched out to the corners of the bed he made himself comfortable.
Anticipation alone made his cock twitch and he did nothing to hide his growing erection. Taking a deep breath he gathered all his courage.
"Okay, you can come back in." He yelled and a second later the bathroom door opened and Dean stood in the door. Sam bumped into him because Dean stood frozen at the sight of Nick on the bed.
"Could we just pretend the last ten minutes never happened?" Nick asked and then waited patiently for an answer. Something more verbal than bulging eyes and disbelieving expressions. Or they could just come over and put their hands on him.
"You have to be fucking kidding me." Dean spat out but made a wary step into the room, just far enough for Sam to squeeze past him.
"You can't be serious." Sam stood now shoulder to shoulder with Dean, both of them openly staring at Nick stretched out on the bed. He shifted a bit under their gaze, as far as he could with his bound hands, anyway. Would they just do something already?
"Does this look like I'm not serious?" Nick nodded to his no longer half-hard cock. Lying there on display for them, feeling their eyes roaming his body, Nick was almost fully erected by now.
"You screamed bloody murder not five minutes ago." Dean pointed out but couldn't hide his hungry expression.
"I'm sorry." Nick lowered his eyes. "I really am. I thought … but you didn't." He stopped, searching for the right words. "I like this." He rattled at the handcuffs. "I do. But I need to trust the one doing this to me." He fell silent and hoped they'd figure out the rest on their own.
On his left side the mattress dipped.
"And you think you can trust us enough for this?" Sam sat at his side, making eye contact but didn't touch him.
"You stopped." Nick simply said.
"If we do this." Dean sat down at his other side. "You have to tell us. If you want us to stop, you tell us."
"I will." Nick locked eyes with Dean because he got the impression it was him he needed to convince.
"Okay." Was all Dean said but it was enough.
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