He rubbed his hips against me as he leaned down and kissed me, forcing his tongue into my mouth again. My tongue moved with his till my eyes shot open when his hands made their way to my belt and started unbuckling it.

"Nate..!" my voice was muffled by his lips, "stop it..." I felt the blood in my cheeks heat up as he finished with the belt and started on undoing my pants. I tried kicking him off, but he had me pinned to the ground. He stopped playing with my pants and looked at me, "Just relax, Des." he smiled so sweetly that it almost made me stop thinking about the not so sweet thing he was trying to do.

I pressed my hand against his face to stop him as he went in for another kiss, successfully stopping him from unzipping my pants, "No, Nate." the pleading in my voice made me blush even more than I already was, but I looked into his eye, trying to show him that I wasn't ready to do anything like this, especially not when I'm the girl in the situation. I'll be the man when I'm good and ready to do this, dammit.

He pouted while he got off of me, obviously disappointed that he didn't get any further. I sat up slowly while my eyes widened, feeling how unusually tight my pants were now and looked down at my lap. I quickly glanced at Nate who was still pouting, looking away from me thankfully. I grabbed my hoodie that I tossed on the couch earlier and covered my lap with it.

Nate looked back to me then at the hoodie as a slow smile spread across his face, "Pants to tight?"

Great. Now he has jokes.

I looked away and mumbled some cuss words which only made him laugh.

"I turn you on, I turn you on!" He chanted, bouncing up and down like a school girl. Fuck, this sucks cow nipples! I know he's not going to let this one go.

In a fit of anger I kicked him causing him to fall back and hit his head against the wall, "I'm so sorr-" my voice got caught in my throat when I glanced down to see I wasn't the only one with unusually tight pants. I put my hand to my mouth while I chocked back a laugh.

"What's so funny?" he asked with an annoyed expression on his face as he rubbed his head. At least he didn't black out like I did.

"Do you usually carry bananas in your pants?"

He raised his eyebrow at my remark, completely oblivious to the bulge in his pants. I smirked and pointed down at his waist.

"You must be happy to see me." I chuckled and sat back, crossing my legs Indian style.

He looked at me then down at his lap, finally realizing what I was talking about as a slow blush darkened his cheeks and snatched my hoodie away from me to cover himself up. Luckily my pants were once again comfortable. He kept his head down, playing with my hoodie for several minutes of awkward silence while he sulked.

"Come on, Nate, you were just busting my balls about having one." I said to break the silence. He mumbled something, but I couldn't make out a word of it.

"What?"

He mumbled it again, a bit louder this time, but it still wasn't clear. It sounded something like 'Yeah, put this was duh worst time you shot a loner cause of me.'

"When did I shot a loner?"

He glared at me with an embarrassed, yet annoyed expression plastered on his face, "I said," he snapped "Yeah, but this is the first time you got a boner because of me."

I blinked as his words set in before my mind started racing with all sorts of explicit thoughts. I've turned him on more than once? Well, I guess that shouldn't be too surprising since he's liked me for so long, but I couldn't help but wonder what he imagined when he got turned on like that and how didn't I notice. I must not have turned him on when he was around me or at least he hid it well, but then did he imagine me while he... Oh God, I don't want to think about that! I shivered catching Nate's attention again.

"What?" His voice dripped with venom, taking me off guard. He only got this made when I ask him to do something when he's playing World of Warcraft or if he's trying to sleep. I stared at him for a moment as his anger began to light a fire in me. I couldn't believe he was getting like this after he was going to make fun of me just minutes ago!

I clenched my jaw while I pushed him down, pinning him as I crawled on top of him. My eyes were locked on his, which were no longer full of anger, but shock. I leaned down and pressed my lips against his as my hand brushed into his hair, gripping onto it while pulling him into a rough, deep kiss. When I pulled away he was looking at me with dreamy eyes.

"Don't take that kind of tone with me." I said firmly as my anger died down.

"Whatever you say, Destery." His voice was softer than I thought it would be, "I'll do whatever you say."

I blinked at him words, he no longer had a trace of the angry Nate that was snapping at me, instead he looked more submissive than I ever thought possible for him. Part of me wondered if the kiss was really that good while the other wondered if he was thinking about a fantasy he had with me.

I didn't realize the smirk that had snuck onto my face till I heard myself say, "Anything?"