You had just started a new job in LA, and purchased a new home in the neighborhood of Laurel Canyon. You didn't know many people and decided meeting your new neighbors would be a good place to start. You spent most of the weekend before starting your new job baking cookies and muffins to deliver to your new, hopefully, friends.
Everyone was friendly, but no one seemed to want more than just the quick introduction and a basket of goodies before closing the door on you. Until you got to the last house on your street before making the return to your house. You knocked on the large blue door waiting to see the owner on the other side, hoping this person would actually want to be friends with you.
When the door opens, behind it stands a man who looks to be about your age. He has brown hair that looks like its gently styled and left a little fluffy. His eyes are a piercing blue and muscles are straining out of his tight white tee shirt.
You introduce yourself and explain you're new in the neighborhood and are going around meeting everyone. You hand him a basket of muffins and cookies, and when he responds, you barely register what he's saying due to his thick Irish accent.
"I'm Niall, wanna come in?" he asks.
You follow him in the door and to his kitchen. He sets the basket down on the counter, before asking if you want some tea or coffee. You tell him tea is fine and he starts the kettle before reaching into the cabinet for two plates and mugs. You sit at the stool next to the counter as he pours your tea into your mug and then his own.
Conversation comes easy between you and it feels as if you've known each other for longer than just a few minutes. When he makes a joke, you happen to be taking a sip of your tea and you accidentally spit most of what was in your mouth out all over yourself, before spilling what was left of your tea on your lap.
He rushes to get you towel, but it's too late and he tells you he doesn't want it to stain and insists you let him wash your clothes. Besides, it will give him an excuse to stay a little longer so he can get to know you. Running up to his bedroom quickly, he returns with a clean shirt and a pair of shorts. You excuse yourself to the bathroom to change and then he guides you to his laundry room where you place your clothes into the washer.
You decide to watch a movie while you're waiting for your clothes and even though his couch is huge, you end up sitting right next to each other. You're exhausted from baking all morning and this movie ended up being entirely too boring for you. Your eyes start to flicker closed and your senses are overloaded as his cologne infiltrates your nose. You breathe in his scent and lay your head on his shoulder. And he's so polite. So he just lets you.
But your breath on his neck and the fact that you're wearing his clothes is starting to work him up and so he starts to squirm a little to adjust himself without you noticing but he's so obvious about it, you do anyway. You try not to embarrass him by pointing it out. Instead you just press into him a little bit more, closing your eyes so he thinks you'll fall asleep.
He thinks he's in the clear when he sees your eyes shut but when you snuggle in closer it just makes it harder because you smell so good and you wrap an arm around his stomach. When you lay one of your legs over his, he starts to whimper a little and he wants to touch you or himself so badly but you're 'asleep' and each time he makes a noise you smirk to yourself at how he's reacting to you.
Part of you wants to "wake up" and stop torturing him, but he's also just so warm and comfortable that you don't want to lose that. So you just get as close as you can, and stay there for a while before you reluctantly wake up. Then you pretend to be sorry for falling asleep.
He quietly stutters an "it's okay, I like cuddling" and makes a quick escape saying your clothes might be ready. So he runs off and spends a little too much time switching your clothes over cause he sees you also took off your underwear and bra. He can't take it anymore he really wants to kiss you but he's not sure if you'll let him, so he folds your things and returns to you.
