One Shots

Stuck

Hey, guys! Dane here! This here's a fanfiction between two characters from a role play that I take part in. They are part of Teresa's family- Alex is Teresa's nephew and Jake is his boyfriend. It does have some sexual themes and hints at sexual actions, so if that makes you uncomfortable then please just don't read it. Also... This is my first fanfiction that involves sexual themes so if you guys could be kind about it that'd be great. Thanks so much!

Alex knew it was a bad idea. He did, really. But he and Jake hadn't done anything in over a week, and on the off chance that Jake's past actions had been more than just resigned acceptance to Alex's requests, he had handcuffed himself to the bed and tied a blindfold over his eyes.

In his boxers, and only his boxers.

He was very, very desperate. And, as of late, very, very, pathetic.

It had only been ten minutes since he'd gotten himself in this mess and already he was regretting it. What if Jake hated it?? He and Jake hadn't done anything sexual in over a week. Jake, being the dominant partner in their relationship, had a finely running libido, one that Alex had no trouble with trying to satisfy. But more often than not, Alex was the one to ask for sex. Which led to the pressing question: Did Alex ask too much? Alex's eyes rounded in distress. What if he did? Oh gods, what if he did?

The past few weeks began to stir in his mind, bringing pictures of hot scenarios that were enjoyable, sure, but also initiated by Alex,  asked for by Alex, needed by Alex. Jake didn't really ever seem to want sex, and what if he was just doing it for Alex? What if he didn't enjoy having such a submissive partner? What if he would hate this? What if Jake laughed at him? And perhaps worst of all- what if Jake left him?

Suddenly, Alex was hyperventilating and blinking away tears and the blindfold was wet.

He tried to dismiss all the paranoid thoughts- Jake loved him, Jake had loved him for over two years, they were engaged for Hades' sake- but it kept coming back and haunting him as time wore on. Being handcuffed alone was nothing like tying himself up when he went to sleep, or when Jake was on top of him and lacing the ropes around his wrists- this type of restraint was very lonely.

But he couldn't dwell in self-pity. He had to get himself out of this mess- had to find the key and uncuff himself before making Jake a romantic dinner and apologizing a thousand times over for using him like a sexual outlet.

His only option was to try and grab the keys on the dresser beside the bed with his toes, then curl up to his hands and unlock himself.

Alex's feet began moving. Though his efforts were made 100 times harder due to the blindfold, he still managed to prop his feet against the dresser. He began searching until the cool metal of the key hit his foot, startling him. It took all of his willpower to not flinch. Instead, the foot on top of the key curled around out and began dragging it back to the bed.

"Victory," Alex said, a smile spreading across his face. But then the phone rang.

The key- hovering over the crack between the dresser and the bed- slipped out of his grasp and fell to the floor.

"No!" Alex cried. The phone continued to ring until the answering machine came on and Jake's voice filtered up to the bedroom.

"Hey, baby, it's me! I'm on my way home from work- can't wait to relax and hang out. See you soon!"

Alex's heart dropped. Jake was going to be home soon and he had no way out of these cuffs. He could say that he'd been trying to- trying to what? Take a nap and suddenly got stuck? Was that feasible? Maybe.

Now that he was once again alone with his thoughts, it wasn't as bad as before. He had hope now, and so it felt better. His hands were used to being tied while he slept so he dozed off before he knew it. For how long, he wasn't sure, but it couldn't have been too long because when he woke up, Jake still wasn't home.