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.

Alex sighed. Dear Hypnos, he was bored. When would Jake be home?

The phone rang again, and once again went to voicemail.

It was Jake.

"Hey baby, I probably won't be home for a while longer. The traffic is absolutely ridiculous here, and it doesn't look like I'll be getting to the gym until six. Hope you don't mind. Call me back if you can! Bye."

As the noise faded away, Alex began scrabbling against the cuffs- pink, frilly, things that were going to be his demise if he didn't get out of them soon. He'd been in them since 4:30. It was probably 5:30 now, and Jake wouldn't be home until seven, based on his recent message. So Alex was stuck for another hour and a half.

Stuck in a pit of anxiety and fear and a hope that this could maybe lead to something positive.

Oh please, gods, let this be okay.

He continued to pull at the handcuffs. For a moment, he considered calling out for help in the hopes one of the neighbors would hear. He then decided against it, because the last time he and Jake had gotten too noisy, the neighbors had called the police on them. It resulted in a thoroughly embarrassing explanation, and Alex didn't really want to repeat it. Besides, even if the neighbors did come, he wasn't sure he'd want anyone seeing him like this. He'd have to sit and wait.

This was going to be a long night.

~

The phone was ringing.

Alex snapped out of sleep immediately and Jake began to speak.

"I'm so so sorry, Alex. I didn't expect to take this long- there was so much traffic. But I'll be home in only a half hour, so just start eating and put some in the microwave for me if you can. I love you, and I'm really sorry."

Silence. And then,

"Fuck! Fucking dammit!" Alex cried, pulling forwards and then falling back with a painful jolt to his wrists.

Today was an absolute nightmare. Alex was never going to do this again, not ever. The anxiety gnawed at the insides of his stomach, as if large bats were flying through. His mind was a whirlwind- Jake wasn't going to be able to let him out for another half hour, Jake was going to be home in a half hour, Alex was still in a compromising position and he might have just shouted loud enough to alert the neighbors, and oh gods this was horrible.

The time inched by, and though he couldn't tell exact minutes, each one felt like an hour.

Despite all that, despite his prayers to the gods to help him get out before Jake got home, it wasn't long before Alex could hear the front door opening.

"Alex, I'm home!" Jake said. Alex was about to respond, but then realized that there were other voices overlapping Jake's. Alex suddenly realized just how bad the situation was, because Jake had brought guests home. All plans flew out the window. Panic seeped through his mind and veins.

Alex tensed up on the bed and remained as quiet as possible, hardly breathing. He heard Jake politely excuse himself and begin walking toward the bedroom, concern evident in his voice when he called,

"Alex?"

But Alex remained silent. He would not let anyone see him like this, he was only a shadow, he was invisible and therefore when Jake opened the door their room he would see nothing, absolutely nothing.

That was not at all what happened.

The door creaked open, and Alex flinched at the noise that was so close to his ear.

"Alex?" Jake murmured, the floor creaking as he stepped closer to the bed. Alex flushed red with shame and said nothing.

Jake was silent for a moment. When he spoke, he had an amused tone to his voice that made Alex want to curl up in a hole and die. "I'm going to go get rid of our guests. I'll be right back."

The noises of his steps faded away. Alex listened intently as Jake walked back into the living room and said something about feeling sick. Much to Alex's relief, the people Jake brought home walked out without question, but there was still the matter of Jake himself, and that was something that Alex didn't want to deal with at all. Jake walked back in- the footstep noises were loud and right next to Alex this time- and the bed dipped a bit so he assumed that Jake had sat down next to him.

"So... Alex," Jake said, and Alex could hear the smile in his voice, making him want to cry, "What are you doing down there?"

Alex blinked once. Twice. The plan was suddenly completely forgotten and it all came rushing out. "I'm so so sorry, I don't mean to use you like a sexual outlet, and I swear I wasn't trying to pressure you into sex, I just- we haven't done anything in over a week and so I thought maybe this would make things happen. But then I thought that you probably didn't want to have sex with me because I'm clingy and annoying and only ever ask you for sex and I haven't even been there for you these past few weeks and I just- I'm so sorry-" Alex was about to cry, he could tell. A hiccup escaped his mouth.

"Woah, woah, woah. Alex, baby, what are you talking about?" Jake asked, placing a hand on Alex's thigh, who tried very hard to ignore the burning pulse that came from it.

"I've been asking for sex a lot lately. I know I have. And I don't know why I decided to do this today, but I just thought- school has been breaking my back and I wanted to give you some type of hint," Alex ducked his head and turned redder, "so I did this, but then I realized that I ask for sex so much that it's the reason why you've never wanted to do it. And I get it, I ask way too much and I'm probably really annoying with all these stupid dominant/submissive games that I like to play, and I'm so sorry. Please don't leave me," Alex mumbled in a small voice.

Jake's hand disappeared from his thigh, and Alex fought the urge to cry.

"Alex, you think I don't want to have sex with you?" Jake asked, sounding so confused that it almost made Alex think he felt the opposite. Almost.

"Of course you don't. I didn't really think about it until today, but you never really start anything and it's usually me asking, which means you probably don't really like having sex, at least not with me."

Jake remained silent, and suddenly shifted his weight so that he wasn't on the bed anymore. "And you think I don't like being dominant with you, or that I wouldn't appreciate this?" He asked, his voice quiet and filled with an emotion Alex couldn't recognize.

Alex nodded, but it was filled with embarrassment and horror, because Jake was repeating everything he had said and when Jake said it... well, it seemed like the stupidest thought in the world and now Alex felt like more of an idiot than ever before.

"How long have you been waiting like this?" Jake asked.

Alex's breath caught in his throat. Oh dear gods. "Since four thirty," He said, but his voice was nearly a whisper.

Jake was going to tell him he was crazy, Jake was going to leave him, Jake was going to- Jake was laughing.

Alex slumped against the pillows and waited, determined to not cry in front of the other man. If Jake wanted to laugh at him, then so be it.

Jake's laughter died away after a moment, and Alex could practically feel his eyes skimming over Alex's body- from his legs that were curled into his chest, to his head that was tucked in against his neck, to the way his arms were bent in trying to curl up in a ball and never unwind, the epitome of shame- and when Jake spoke again it was soft, and all laughter was gone.

"Baby, did you seriously think all that stuff was true?"

Alex curled himself up tighter. "Of course I did. I still do. That's why you don't really start sex, and you don't really want sex with me, and that's why you just laughed at me, isn't it?"

Silence.

And then,

"No. No, baby, of course not. I was laughing- I was just laughing because it sounds so ridiculous. Of course I love to have sex with you. I just don't do it often because... I'm afraid of forcing myself on you. I want to make sure you want it for yourself, not for me. And I absolutely love our power-play games," Jake said, and Alex felt the pressure return to his thigh, making him nearly sob with relief.

"I just- I thought- And-"

"I know, baby. I know," Jake interrupted, "And I understand why you thought it, but you shouldn't have. Nothing would ever make me any less attracted to you, or any less inclined to have sex with you, or any less in love with you. Okay?"

"Okay," Alex said. He still felt like crying from frustration and humiliation, but he shoved it aside for relief, because Jake still loved him. "You can let me up now."

Jake's hand fell off Alex's thigh.

"Why would I do that?"

Alex squeezed his eyes tightly behind the blindfold.

"Because this is stupid and humiliating."

The surprise was tangible.

"What?? Why?"

"Because you aren't- you so obviously don't want to have sex right now, so I'm handcuffed to your bed, still looking like I'm trying to seduce you when I've completely failed, and I can't get up and forget that I suck so bad at turning you on its laughable-" Tears made Alex's eyes sting once again and he closed his mouth in fear that the shame would start to show if he continued talking.

Jake had moved away, if the sounds of the creaking floor gave any indication. Alex began breathing in a deep, even fashion to help him regain control.

"Just- please let me up, Jake," He mumbled, hating how the the words sounded so pleading.

Silence filled the air, making Alex feel deaf. Jake hadn't yet moved to free him, and he could only guess as to why- Jake was trying to figure out the best way to break up with him, Jake was waiting to humiliate him further, Jake was trying not to laugh- all of Alex's reasons made him feel even more pathetic and irritated.

"You didn't fail, you know," Jake said instead.

"Fail at what, Jake?" Alex shut his eyes, feeling his lashes drag on the blindfold.

"Seducing me."

The words hung there as Alex struggled to absorb their meaning.

"I mean, honestly. If I wasn't turned on by... what did you call this? A hint? Yeah, that. If I wasn't turned on by this hint, I don't think I'd be human. But trust me, I am," Jake said, the hand returning to Alex's thigh and rubbing the area with a careful thumb, just high enough on Alex's leg to make him gasp.

"And as for your hint," Jake muttered, flicking his tongue against Alex's earlobe, "I think the message has been received."

So... yeah. That just happened and I hope you enjoyed! :) Have fun with this.