Page 45 of Inbetweeners
“Not yet.” Nix was afraid of getting sent back, because that seemed the obvious solution.
“What about if I tied you to the bed while you sleep,” Emmett suggested. “At least that would stop you hurting yourself.”
Nix’s stomach roiled. “You’re not tying me up.” He pushed Emmett backwards onto the bed. Nix twisted and pinned him down, their faces inches apart. “I don’t want to be tied up.”
“Okay. I get it. Don’t freak out.”
“I’m not freaking out,” Nix snapped.
Emmett rolled his eyes. “Right.”
Nix hadn’t meant to nibble Emmett’s earlobe but it was there, waiting to be nibbled, so he did.
“I’m trying to help you!” Emmett tried to wriggle free.
“Let me fuck you. That will help.”
“I don’t like you.”
“I don’t like you. We can still fuck. Just say no if you’re not interested.” Nix nuzzled the side of Emmett’s face.Don’t say no.
Emmett jerked away and sat up. “I’m trying to figure out a way to help you sleep and you’re distracting me.”
“I’m not taking that as a no.” Nix dropped onto his back. “I won’t fall asleep while I’m fucking you.”
“But you probably will afterwards. If I tie you up, you can’t hurt yourself.”
“I don’t want you to tie me up.” That wasn’t going to happen.
“What about if I tie you to me? Then at least I’ll wake if you try to do anything stupid.”
Nix thought about it. That might work. “Okay.”
Emmett got a tie from the wardrobe and between them, they fastened their wrists together.
“Thank you,” Nix muttered.
“I’m not entirely loathsome. Try and sleep.”
They lay facing each other.
“How did you get those marks on your arms?” Emmett asked.
His father had stubbed cigarettes out on him.
“The scar on your face?”
Thanks, Dad!
“You’re not going to talk to me?” Emmett asked.
Nix stayed silent.
Emmett closed his eyes first. Nix was afraid to close his. Almost as if Emmett knew his eyes were still open, he curled his fingers around Nix’s.
“I won’t let you do anything stupid,” Emmett whispered. “No jumping out of windows.”
Or fucking you?
