Play Along With It

Gotta Have A Little Fun

"Ok, so you need to know how to use a knife." Sean stated, leading Norman and I into the third room. I had just gotten back from the store, buying something's other than candy bars and pizza served by the hillbilly, Reggie. I hadn't gone into it before, and just assumed it was a bathroom. But since we were talking about knives, I just assumed that it was some incredible arsenal.

Sean opened the door to a...bathroom.

"What knives?" I asked, glancing at Norman in confusion. He smirked, and led me over towards the toilet. Then, he turned right and headed to the closet. He opened it, and revealed several rows of sharp knives. They ranged from small, 5 inch bladed to a full 12 inches. The thickness varied, and they all gleamed in the light of the bathroom. I let out a whistle.

"Nice." I mumbled, impressed by their vast amount of knives.

"Yep. These are my babies." Sean stated, grabbing one of the thickest, longest knives and ran his fingers along the blade.

"Sean likes his knives." Norman murmured. I nodded, and reached forward. I grabbed a medium length knife, and ran my fingers over the handle. It was a dark, mahogany that was smooth to the touch. I loved it!

"This is nice!" I stated, looking at my reflection in the blade. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Norman smile.

"Wasn't that your first knife, Sean?" He asked.

"Nah. That's Dad's." He corrected.

"Your dad did this too?" I asked, a little surprised.

Luckily, Norman shook his head. "That was just a knife he had."

"Where is he now?" I questioned. Sean glanced at Norman, and Norman bit his lip. I instantly understood. "Never mind."

"It's ok. Hey, how about we invite Andrew over and have a barbecue? I could fry up some steaks." Sean suggested, breaking the awkward silence.

"Sounds good." Norman and I said in unison.

"Jinx." I quickly declared.

"Whatever." Norman muttered. When I turned away, though, Norman decided to be a dickish child and pinched my ass. I yelped, and whipped around.

"Hey, if you two are gonna fuck I'll leave." Sean stated before either of us could say anything.

"Go get the steaks ready. I'll show Tiff the knives." Norman stated. Sean nodded, and put the knife back. But before he left completely, he turned back around.

"Those knives aren't toys. And Andrew doesn't know about our stash. Don't tell him." He ordered, before shutting the door. I turned to Norman.

"What now?" I asked. Norman shrugged, and stepped forward. He placed his hands on my hips and pulled me closer. By the way we've been acting for the past couple days, you'd think that we'd known each other for years. Not just a week. And who knew that Norman would be the romantic type!

"I dunno. We could follow Sean's prediction and fuck while he makes dinner." He suggested. He was also pretty blunt.

"I'm still sore from the other night. I don't wanna be limping around your friend." I whined, while Norman leaned forward and started leaving small kisses on my neck.

"I'm that good, eh?" He mumbled, pressing himself against me.

"Screw you." I muttered playfully.

"Nah. I'd rather you screw me." He groaned into my ear. Jesus, where the hell did he come from? Seriously. He was so mysterious on the outside, now he's a big ol' teddy bear. Well, a horny one.

"No. I'm good." I said, placing my hands on his shoulders.

"Please?"

"Screw yourself in the shower." I retorted.

"Actually, I have something for you." He said, quickly pulling away and leading me out of the bathroom, towards our bedroom. Again, he just amazed me by being super horny one moment, then totally chill the next. He was odd, that Norman was. He stood to the side, smiling at me. I carefully opened the door, revealing a new, king sized bed. The sheets were cream colored, and it was positioned so that the headrest was pressed against the window. The bed itself looked entirely home made. I was surprised, to be frank. It was like Norman was expecting me to be here forever...

"You like it? Figured we could have more room to sleep instead of that single bed." He explained, going up behind me and gently rubbing my shoulders.

"Where did you get this? How did you make it?" I asked.

"It was my parents before they gave it to us. They expected one of us to get married shortly after they...well, y'know. It's been sitting in the shed out back forever now. But now it has a use. Plus, you're not exactly the best sleeping companion." He explained, nudging me gently. I gasped and turned around, trying hard to hide a smile.

"How am I the worst sleeping companion?" I demanded, placing my hands on my hips.

"For starters, you don't tend to keep to one side of that old bed. You'd usually end up halfway off it, or completely on top of me." He explained. "Sometimes I don't mind the view."

"Wow. And you're so much better? How about snoring?" I asked, poking him in the chest.

"I can't help it." He stated, wrapping his arms around my waist. Then he leaned down, caressing my lips in his. I leaned into him, my mind swarming with so many questions.

Why is he being so sweet and romantic? Did he do something wrong? What's he up to? Is he trying to get on my good side and have fun tonight?

But one question still irked me.

What's his secret?