Smuts for my friends( if you don't know us then don't read)

Coach and jason -smut

Coach slipped quietly into the room, taking care to close the door silently behind him. Through the darkness he saw movement, stirring on the large bed. He froze, holding his breath. In a moment, the motion stilled. He smiled. His victim continued to sleep, oblivious to his fate. It was no small task, to sneak around the boys room, without detection but he was his boyfriend , after all and a very good one at that.

Stepping lightly, he crossed the open space, keeping his footfalls on the thick rugs that covered most of the wood floor. In just a few short seconds, he stood by the bed, gazing down at the object of his affections. In the low light, there was little to see, the Boy lay on his side and his dark sheets were pulled up over his body, hiding pale flesh from sight and leaving only a cascade of long, dirty blond hair exposed. Not for long.

Smiling, The man grabbed the edge of the silk sheet and slowly and gently pulled the covering down a little, revealing the Boys muscular yet lean upper body. His smile morphed into a grin of evil delight, as he watched, relishing the slow exposure of his victim's flawless skin. This was going to be fun.

Reaching into his clothes, the Man  pulled out a metal contraption, that clinked dangerously as it was moved, threatening to wake his sleeping prey. He held the metal up, to catch what little light there was in the room, arranging it in such a way that it could easily be put to use. It was a pair of shackles, meant for the wrists, a horrid and somewhat cruel device, though masterfully crafted. He had found it while trolling around the dark, dank belly of what teenagers call the mall, searching for hidden treasures, of which there were many, in the forgotten places of Spencer's . Spotting the device in a pile of cruel and sadistic equipment meant for the unfortunate souls held in the malls kink like  dungeon, he had been struck down by a deliciously nasty idea.

Now that his plan was so close to fruition, he found himself almost trembling with excitement and it required an enormous strength of will to maintain silence, as he carefully rested one knee on the edge of the bed, leaning over the sleeping Boy.

Taking a deep breath, he mentally practiced his maneuver, envisioning the successful capture of his target. Then, with one swift and fluid movement, he grabbed the Teens wrists and pulled them up to the head of the bed, where thin iron bars awaited. Slipping the Youngers hands between the bars, he threw the pair of metal rings, skillfully around the creatures slender wrists, even as his quarry woke, in a flurry of struggle.

He heard the Boy take breath, perhaps preparing to scream and headed off the noise by placing one hand firmly over his captive's mouth. It was not of course, that he actually meant the Teen harm but the thought of explaining his actions to Jason's neighbors was one that He did not relish.

"Shh..." He quieted his victim, crawling over the Boy, to pin his naked body down. "Stay still, love."

The Teen looked at him, through dark, blue eyes that shined in the darkness, familiarity calming the young creature's expression. Satisfied that there would be no panic, He lifted his hand from the Youngers mouth and replaced it with his lips, kissing his prey with passionate abandon. He probed the soft lips for entry and was rewarded when the Teen opened his mouth and met the coaches tongue with own. He sighed contentedly, wondering, as he always did, at the sweetness of his lover's mouth. Lost in the moment, it took a minute for him to remember his plan. When he did, he pulled out of the kiss, hovering inches from the Boys face, gazing down at his stunned companion.

"Babe." Jason's ' voice trembled slightly, a fact which sent heat surging through the Mans body, settling in a ball of fire, in his loin. "What are you doing?"

The Boy tested his bonds as he spoke, the metal cuffs grinding noisily against the iron bars. The sound drove The man insane.

Rather than answer his beloved, Coach crawled back off the Teen and pulled the protective sheet down, leaving his lover cruelly exposed in the dull light. Sitting back, he took a moment to appreciate the Youngers brilliant nakedness, silently congratulating himself, on a job well done.