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New Story!!
Title: It's Always Scary When You Don't Know Who's There.
Chapter: Number 1. 'See You Off'
Pairing: Pierre Bouvier / Matt Smith (OMC)
Rating: Umm. For now, PG-13 to keep it safe. It will get to NC-17 quick.
Summary:Matt turned back around and bit into a piece of buttered toast. He smirked to himself. He still couldn't believe that his mom still bought his whole nice, little 3rd grader act. What does every guy do when their parents are away? No. Not watch porn. Well, if you're Niko. You throw a party! Duh.
Chapter 1. See You Off
The rain heavily pounding away oh the tin roof of the Smith's house. Their son lay fast asleep in his room, the door shut, but not locked. His mother sure disliked it when he locked his door. She would always say to her son, Matt, "don't lock your door, we could have a fire break out and we wouldn't be able to wake you." He always she smiled and waved it off, but did as asked... or was it commanded. Whichever, he didn't feel like getting in trouble for such a silly little thing.
It was only early morning when the heavily rain started, but it slowly let up at around 9ish. His parents were due to leave at 11 for a few days bye themselves. You could call it a little... couples retreat. Matt had been waiting for this for weeks. The house to himself for 3 days. 'No parents.' he thought to himself as he sat at the breakfast table. 'Privacy for 3 days. I can do whatever I want.' he grinned in spite of himself. Helen, Matt's mom, turning around to see her son grinning like a fool.
"Now, Matt." she watched the grin subside from her son's lips.
"Yes, Mother?" Matt asked, turning to look at her.
"Don't get any ideas while we're away, okay? You don't want to lose our trust"
"Oh course not, Mother. I promise I won't do anything bad while you're away with dad."
Helen smiled at her son. Walking over, she ruffed his sandy blonde hair a bit. "I'm happy to hear that." she lent down and kissed his forehead, then going back to whatever she was doing.
Matt turned back around and bit into a piece of buttered toast. He smirked to himself. He still couldn't believe that his mom still bought his whole nice, little 3rd grader act. What does every guy do when their parents are away? No. Not watch porn. Well, if you're Niko. You throw a party! Duh.
He finished off the piece of toast, setting his napkin next to his empty plate that once held his breakfast, he stood up. He walked over to his mom who was standing behind the kitchen island, so he just leaned against the island to speak to her.
"Hey mom. I'm gonna go over Niko's house for a little bit. That cool?" He asked, rubbing his chin, waiting for her response.
She turned to look at him and smiled. "Sure, honey. Be home though a few minutes before 11 though. So you can see us off."
Matt nodded, and returned to the smile. "Okay. I'll watch the clock." he pecked his mother's cheek by leaning over the island, and walked out of the kitchen to climb up the stairs to his room, to change. Rubbing his face, waking himself up. Pulling a pair of clean boxers on, he scratched himself as he walked over to his closet to pull a tee shirt out. Pulling it over his head, he grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. He'd wear something else to the party for sure. Pulling on some shoes, he jogged down the steps. "I'm going!" he yelled walking right past his car keys, he'd walk,Niko's house was only a few houses down.
Walking in the door of Niko's house, he began to climb the stairs, he just knew Niko was still in bed. Smirking, as he slowly opened his best friend's door, he snuck in, closing the door gently behind him. Smirking, lights were off which meant he was still sleeping, or that he was getting himself off. If he was jacking off, he had better not get cum on his shirt again. Standing over the bed, there was no movement. Sleeping. Thank God. Jumping on him he laughed loudly, feeling Niko wriggle around under him.
"Get off, asshole." he spoke, muffled though.
Matt laughed and rolled over to the right side of the queen sized bed. "Man. What did you do last night? You're usually p by now." he asked, laying on his back, turning his head to look at his best friend rubbing his eyes.
"Same place you were last night, idiot." he snapped, sitting up slowly, rubbing his face, waking himself up.
"Someone's a tad testy. I'm guessing boy troubles." Matt asked, turning on his side, propping his had up with his hand.
Niko didn't answer.
"I'm guessing by your silence that something happened with a guy and didn't finish..."
Niko shrugged. "Am I that easy to read?" he sighed and looked over at Matt. "Is there something wrong with me? Why can't I get a guy to sleep with me more than once?"
Matt frowned and pulled his best friend into a hug. "Because they're assholes, and you've gotten sleep with one guy first, silly."
Niko laughed softly and hugged Matt back, enjoying his embrace. "You've got it easy. Girls and Guys chasing after you."
Matt laughed. "Yeah... so easy, man." he said, his eyes lingering. It wasn't that easy for him.
"Hey. What's up with that tone? I thought you scored with that... hockey from Riverside?" Niko asked, looking up at Matt, still in his arms.
"Nah. That was a flop. Twink."
Niko nodded sadly. "Man, that sucks. I feel your pain."No you don't. You're able to find the gay ones."
"Don't hate the player, hate the game." Niko smirked, jumping out the bed and going to his laptop.
"Fag. 'Don't hate the player, hate the game' Where the hell did you get that from?" he rolled his eyes and followed. "What're you looking at?"
Niko laughed a little. "That party you're having when you're parents leave, on Saturday right?"
Matt nodded.
"There's this hot football player from Riverside supposedly going to show up." he said, his fingers flying cross the keyboard.
"Shit!" Matt yelled, looking at the clock at the top of his friends laptop. "I've gotta be home by 11 to see them off!" he yelled as he started to run out.
"Wait!" Niko yelled, pulling him back. "Look!" he pulled Matt back and pushed him down, his hands on his shoulders. "They say he watches you swim. Likes your ass." Niko saw Matt's mouth drop.
Chapter: Number 1. 'See You Off'
Pairing: Pierre Bouvier / Matt Smith (OMC)
Rating: Umm. For now, PG-13 to keep it safe. It will get to NC-17 quick.
Summary:Matt turned back around and bit into a piece of buttered toast. He smirked to himself. He still couldn't believe that his mom still bought his whole nice, little 3rd grader act. What does every guy do when their parents are away? No. Not watch porn. Well, if you're Niko. You throw a party! Duh.
The rain heavily pounding away oh the tin roof of the Smith's house. Their son lay fast asleep in his room, the door shut, but not locked. His mother sure disliked it when he locked his door. She would always say to her son, Matt, "don't lock your door, we could have a fire break out and we wouldn't be able to wake you." He always she smiled and waved it off, but did as asked... or was it commanded. Whichever, he didn't feel like getting in trouble for such a silly little thing.
It was only early morning when the heavily rain started, but it slowly let up at around 9ish. His parents were due to leave at 11 for a few days bye themselves. You could call it a little... couples retreat. Matt had been waiting for this for weeks. The house to himself for 3 days. 'No parents.' he thought to himself as he sat at the breakfast table. 'Privacy for 3 days. I can do whatever I want.' he grinned in spite of himself. Helen, Matt's mom, turning around to see her son grinning like a fool.
"Now, Matt." she watched the grin subside from her son's lips.
"Yes, Mother?" Matt asked, turning to look at her.
"Don't get any ideas while we're away, okay? You don't want to lose our trust"
"Oh course not, Mother. I promise I won't do anything bad while you're away with dad."
Helen smiled at her son. Walking over, she ruffed his sandy blonde hair a bit. "I'm happy to hear that." she lent down and kissed his forehead, then going back to whatever she was doing.
Matt turned back around and bit into a piece of buttered toast. He smirked to himself. He still couldn't believe that his mom still bought his whole nice, little 3rd grader act. What does every guy do when their parents are away? No. Not watch porn. Well, if you're Niko. You throw a party! Duh.
He finished off the piece of toast, setting his napkin next to his empty plate that once held his breakfast, he stood up. He walked over to his mom who was standing behind the kitchen island, so he just leaned against the island to speak to her.
"Hey mom. I'm gonna go over Niko's house for a little bit. That cool?" He asked, rubbing his chin, waiting for her response.
She turned to look at him and smiled. "Sure, honey. Be home though a few minutes before 11 though. So you can see us off."
Matt nodded, and returned to the smile. "Okay. I'll watch the clock." he pecked his mother's cheek by leaning over the island, and walked out of the kitchen to climb up the stairs to his room, to change. Rubbing his face, waking himself up. Pulling a pair of clean boxers on, he scratched himself as he walked over to his closet to pull a tee shirt out. Pulling it over his head, he grabbed a pair of shorts and pulled them on. He'd wear something else to the party for sure. Pulling on some shoes, he jogged down the steps. "I'm going!" he yelled walking right past his car keys, he'd walk,Niko's house was only a few houses down.
Walking in the door of Niko's house, he began to climb the stairs, he just knew Niko was still in bed. Smirking, as he slowly opened his best friend's door, he snuck in, closing the door gently behind him. Smirking, lights were off which meant he was still sleeping, or that he was getting himself off. If he was jacking off, he had better not get cum on his shirt again. Standing over the bed, there was no movement. Sleeping. Thank God. Jumping on him he laughed loudly, feeling Niko wriggle around under him.
"Get off, asshole." he spoke, muffled though.
Matt laughed and rolled over to the right side of the queen sized bed. "Man. What did you do last night? You're usually p by now." he asked, laying on his back, turning his head to look at his best friend rubbing his eyes.
"Same place you were last night, idiot." he snapped, sitting up slowly, rubbing his face, waking himself up.
"Someone's a tad testy. I'm guessing boy troubles." Matt asked, turning on his side, propping his had up with his hand.
Niko didn't answer.
"I'm guessing by your silence that something happened with a guy and didn't finish..."
Niko shrugged. "Am I that easy to read?" he sighed and looked over at Matt. "Is there something wrong with me? Why can't I get a guy to sleep with me more than once?"
Matt frowned and pulled his best friend into a hug. "Because they're assholes, and you've gotten sleep with one guy first, silly."
Niko laughed softly and hugged Matt back, enjoying his embrace. "You've got it easy. Girls and Guys chasing after you."
Matt laughed. "Yeah... so easy, man." he said, his eyes lingering. It wasn't that easy for him.
"Hey. What's up with that tone? I thought you scored with that... hockey from Riverside?" Niko asked, looking up at Matt, still in his arms.
"Nah. That was a flop. Twink."
Niko nodded sadly. "Man, that sucks. I feel your pain."No you don't. You're able to find the gay ones."
"Don't hate the player, hate the game." Niko smirked, jumping out the bed and going to his laptop.
"Fag. 'Don't hate the player, hate the game' Where the hell did you get that from?" he rolled his eyes and followed. "What're you looking at?"
Niko laughed a little. "That party you're having when you're parents leave, on Saturday right?"
Matt nodded.
"There's this hot football player from Riverside supposedly going to show up." he said, his fingers flying cross the keyboard.
"Shit!" Matt yelled, looking at the clock at the top of his friends laptop. "I've gotta be home by 11 to see them off!" he yelled as he started to run out.
"Wait!" Niko yelled, pulling him back. "Look!" he pulled Matt back and pushed him down, his hands on his shoulders. "They say he watches you swim. Likes your ass." Niko saw Matt's mouth drop.
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