N: So, like most of you guys already know, this is a smut version of the collection 'it's not what it looks like'. I decided to do it because after each chapter of my story someone always reviewed something about wanting more. The story had been very successful (for me anyway) and I felt pressure writing this.

This collection will follow the other one chapter by chapter, so I guess you'll know which one's next….

Thank you a bunch to my great, great smut-beta-reader Carly (Temptress-Kitten17); girl you rock big time!

Enjoy!

Coffee, please!

I looked at the clock on the bedside table; it was 6:38 am. I turned around; Stefan was still as deeply asleep as I was fully awake. It has been 45 minutes since I woke up and I couldn't stay in bed any longer.

I slowly pushed the covers off and got up. I was moving in slow motion, careful not to wake Stefan. As I put my hand on the door-handle, I realized I was only in my underwear; I stretched my hand and grabbed Stefan's shirt, putting it on as I left the room and closed the door behind me. I made my way downstairs, in search of my much-needed coffee.

As I entered the kitchen and stopped in the middle of it, I suddenly realized that I had no idea where the coffee was. Normally Stefan made it for me or we bought it on our way to school.

I opened the first drawer on my left.

"Yay, I found the spoons," I mumbled to myself.

Now if I only had to find the darn coffee and sugar so I could mix them together with the spoon.

I was at my fourth drawer when he interrupted me.

"If you're looking for Stefan, he's still asleep in his room," he said. I smiled. I couldn't help it, he might be an ass most of the time, but he always made me smile; he made me more than smile to be honest…he made me hot on the inside, but I couldn't admit that.

"I know that. Your brother is definitely not a morning person."

"Tell me about it…I have no idea how he does that. Sleep that much, I mean…it's not like he needs it, so, I don't get it."

"So you guys don't really need to sleep?"

"Well, yeah we do, but two to three hours a night are more than enough."

"Maybe he needs more sleep because of…his diet," I said, trying to defend my boyfriend.

"Nah, it's just the way he is. It used to bother me a lot when we were kids. I had to stay calm and quiet for hours, waiting for him to wake up."

I looked at him and I could almost, almost see the nostalgia in his eyes; though it only lasted a split second, so I'm not sure it was even there.

He took a few steps forward, stopping just a few inches in front of me. I thought he was going to touch me and I couldn't stop my heart from beating faster; but he didn't touch me. I pushed away the disappointment and looked around, trying to avoid his stare since I knew he could hear my heart rate going over the speed limit.

"Now that we established that Stefan is the sleeping beauty of our story, what were you looking for when I came in?" he asked. He was so close; too close.

'Were' looking for?' I'm still looking…oh, wait (yeah, I stopped to stare at Damon. How could I not stare? Wouldn't you? I mean come on, the guy's flawless.)

"Oh, I wanted coffee, but I don't know where it is…" ("I'll take you instead," I said to myself). I don't know what came over me. It was probably the early hour, or the lack of caffeine in my system…or the fact that his hair was all dark and messy and he looked like he just got out of the shower; he smelled like it too. An image of Damon's body in the shower all naked and wet came to my mind; playful tiny water-drops were sliding all over his hard and perfect chest.

"Well, the kettle is in the 6th cabinet from your left and the coffee is on the top cabinet above the stove," he said, pulling me out of my daydream.

I opened the sixth cabinet; the kettle was there, just as he said it would be, and I bent down to pick it up.

"Have I told you before that my new favourite color is red?" he asked; amusement in his voice. I was sure that if I turned to face him, he would have that famous smirk of his on his face. I jumped up as I realized I wore red underwear. I had forgotten I only had Stefan's shirt on, and it was obviously not long enough to allow me to bend over. All kinds of thoughts rose in my mind; thoughts that made me blush, and I had to give myself a mental slap to make it stop.

After filling the kettle with water I placed it on the stove. I opened the cabinet above to get the coffee, but it was excessively high for me to reach it. I got up on my tiptoes but I still had a long way to go.

I turned and looked at Damon with puppy dog eyes. "Can you please pass me the coffee?" I asked.

He stood up and came beside me, looking up at the coffee jar and raising an eyebrow.

"What makes you think I can reach it?" he asked. "I don't make coffee, Stefan does. Don't ask me how he gets it so high."

He stepped behind me and placed his hands on each side of my waist. I turned and jumped backwards at the contact.

"What are you doing?" I felt his hands through the thick material of the shirt; his touch made my heart beat faster than a drum, burning my flesh; marking me.

"My, God, Elena, calm down or you're going to have a heart attack," he said, probably rolling his eyes. "I'm not going to rape you. I want to lift you so you can get your coffee, if you still want it…"

"I do…" I whispered. 'I'm not going to rape you.' The words resounded in my head. 'Oh but please, do…do something to me, do all kinds of shameless things to me…' I begged in my mind. I don't remember ever being so turned on in my life. It only happened around Damon—strange, right?

I knew he would never hurt me. He's saved me way too many times for me to think that. I trusted him with my life. My heart beating like crazy and my voice disappearing had nothing to do with fear; it had everything to do with the tickling sensation between my legs. I looked up at the coffee jar again; I wanted, no, I needed my morning coffee.

"Fine…" I said and turned my back to him, raising my hands; ready to pick up the jar as quickly as I could.

"I'm not touching you until you stop trembling."

Was I trembling? A look at my hands confirmed it. I licked my lips nervously and took a deep breath. It's just Damon, right? My heart started beating even faster…how stupid of me to think I could fool my heart! I don't remember being so nervous even the first time I had sex. I wondered for a second what sex with Damon would be like; probably wild and passionate, just the way he was. 'Elena, you've lost it!' I told myself. A few deep breaths later, I felt my heart almost calming down.

"I'm going to touch you now, Elena," he said in a low, deep voice. I nodded. I felt his hands on my waist. He kept them in place, letting me get used to it I guess. "Don't be scared, I'm not going to drop you" I smiled as I felt his lips doing the same in my hair. He lowered his head until his mouth touched my ear. "Ready?" he asked. I never thought the word 'ready' could sound so sensual. "Yes" I answered and I felt my feet leave the ground.

I grabbed the jar with both hands and pulled it to my chest.

"I got it" I said and he put me down slowly. I turned around to thank him and I was hit by the intensity of his blue eyes. They were so perfect, so blue and they looked like they held all the mysteries of the universe in them. We were so close; the only thing separating us was the jar in my hands. His hands were still on each side of my waist; his eyes were pulling me inside…my 'thank you' got lost somewhere in my mind.

He retracted one of his hands from my middle and took the jar from my tangled hands. He placed it on the table behind him. All I could do was stare at him; he was so damn beautiful. He cupped my face, and his thumb caressed my jaw line.

"I'm going to kiss you," he whispered.

"Ok…" I said out of breath. Wait; did I just give him permission to kiss me?

I didn't have time to think about that as I felt his lips on mine. They were soft, but firm and they fit mine to perfection. His fingers tangled in my hair, slowly massaging my scalp. I moaned against his mouth and he took advantage slipping his smooth, wet tongue inside. He started exploring; tasting, teasing, and I arched my back, pushing my hips forward.

"Elena…" he mumbled and I thought that my name never sounded more beautiful than right now coming from his mouth.

His hand slid underneath my shirt, caressing my sides; they were cold, but somehow they were burning my skin. I couldn't stop myself as I reached the first button of his shirt; I wanted to touch his body (like…yesterday). I opened it all the way and he did the same with mine—Stefan's actually, but I could barely remember his name right now. All I knew was that I desperately needed Damon's touches.

He curled his hand around me, pulling my body closer to his, like he was trying to make us one. I crossed my arms around his neck and this time, I was the one that took possession of his mouth. I bit his bottom lip and he growled; he sounded so fucking sexy that he made my head spin.

"Damn it, Damon (moans)…we can't do this (moans) …in the kitchen…" I said.

He whispered in my ear something that wouldn't be very Lady-like for me to repeat and slid a finger inside my folds. My nails scratched his shoulders; I was just looking for a way to not collapse in his arms.

"Shit, you're so wet, Elena…"

"It's that good or bad?" I asked.

"Oh it's very good…" he purred; I heard the zipper of his pants going down and a shiver went through my entire body. All I could think about was that Damon Salvatore was going to have his way with me… in the kitchen….

"Damon we…" my words got lost when I felt his big, pulsating dick inside me. "Ohhh…God…"

"I suggest you keep it down…he's asleep not 'dead'…" Damon suggested and my body tensed up. What was I doing? I was having sex with my boyfriend's brother in the kitchen while he was upstairs sleeping! I should definitely stop…but it felt sooo good.

"You need to relax or I might accidentally hurt you!" he said, his voice sweet and calming.

He grabbed my leg, and placed it around his waist, leaning me against the counter. He placed his thumb on my clit and started rubbing it gently, thrusting inside me at a slow pace. I just let my body melt into his skilful hands. His playful tongue was playing with my earlobe. "You feel so good…" he whispered taking it into his mouth. He sucked gently, then released it and drew a wet trail all the way to my mouth. "You are beautiful…" he said against my lips, "…and sexy," he continued between hot, wet kisses. "I could fuck you for all eternity…" he growled; and a shiver went through my body.

Stefan never talks like that; he's always so sweet and polite.

His thrusts became fast and rough. Every time he was slamming inside me, he was sending me forward on the slippery surface. He grabbed a chair from the table and put it against the wall.

"Climb on it!" he ordered and I gave him a confused look. "On your knees…facing the wall," he explained and I did what he asked me to do. "Cross your legs!" he placed his hands on my hips and penetrated me in one deep stroke. "Fuck…Elena…" he mumbled as I let out a cry of pleasure.

"I…you…" I totally forgot how to talk. I held the backrest of the chair like my life depended on it as he fucked me senseless.

My release came a few moments later and I could swear there was earthquake taking place. My whole body started trembling uncontrollably and I chanted his name over and over again like a refrain. I could feel my inner muscles contract around his cock and I heard a growl coming out of his throat.

"Fuck…you're so tight baby…" he said increasing his pace. My moans became one long interminable 'ooohhh…' his fingertips were going up and down my spinal cord making me tremble slightly. A few movements later, he came inside me and I could feel his warm seed spreading in my womb. For some reason the feeling made me come undone…again.

A few minutes later I was desperately trying to button Stefan's shirt, but my hands were trembling so much that it made it impossible for me to do that. He stepped in front of me and grabbed my hands in his. His fly was still open and his shirt unbuttoned as well. I cursed under my breath as I felt myself getting wet again.

"Let me!" he said.

"Ok…" I whispered.

He let go of my hands letting them fall on each side of my body and he started to close each button. His fingertips were brushing over my burning skin and I bit my lip to hold in a moan.

"I know you're turned on…" he murmured close to my ear and I felt myself blush.

"Damon…this…" I started, but he stopped me.

"Yeah, yeah, I know. You don't want to hurt my brother and I don't want to hurt him either. I know that, but we can't pretend the attraction's not there, it's going to drive us crazy. We need to get this out of our system. Until that happens, let's just call it 'Friends with benefits' he suggested, closing the last button.

N: I'm very insecure about this, so please, please take a minute and let me know if you liked it, if it's not good, I'll stop, I promise!