puckandpie | [6/14 - After Work]

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[6/14 - After Work]

I'll be honest, after spending so much of my life in a pretty constant Monday thru Friday state of mind, working at Semele's took some getting used to. As long as I've been working there now though, it's pretty much second nature and I don't even blink an eye at Tuesdays being my current Mondays. Especially since they still tend to be pretty slow for the most part.

Not always though.

It's been a long night of order after order after order and, while I love keeping busy and I love that some people actually show up the bar now specifically for my pies, my feet are hurting something awful by the time I make it back to the apartment.

For a minute, I consider just going straight to my own and falling right into bed, but I haven't seen Jack nearly all day and, maybe it's pathetic, but I miss him. So, instead I check quickly on Elvis, make sure his box is all scooped and he has plenty of food and water. He mewls at me pitfully and I do feel a stab of guilt before I leave him with Monsieur Nug for the evening.

There's no need to knock at this point seeing as I have a key and I let myself in quietly just in case he's sleeping.

I'm not too surprised to find the TV on, stuck on some sorta history channel with the volume turned down low and the sight of Jack curled up on the end of the couch is nearly enough to make me pull out my phone to take a quick picture.

He's never been the hardest sleeper though and I see him stir a little as I quietly slip out of my shoes and tiptoe closer.

"Hey, handsome," I murmur, reaching out to brush my finger along the back of his hand where it's dangling off the arm of the couch. "Didn't mean to wake you. You want me to get ya all tucked in for the night?"

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It's the dogs that wake me up. Their tags jingle, claws clicking along the floor, and I open my eyes to see them nosing at Bits and begging for pets. I smile and roll onto my back, looking up at him sleepily.

"Bonjour, mon chou," I murmur, reaching out for his hand with a lazy smile. I pull myself into a sitting position and tug him down next to me after sending the dogs off to lay in their beds. "I'm glad you came over."

Jack looks all sleepy and lazy and warm like this and I give his hand a squeeze before he lightly tugs me to sit beside him. We've spent a month now all up in each other's space and it's easy as anything curling up next to him, turning to press a kiss to his shoulder as I tangle our fingers together.

"Me too," I admit, staring down at his long, strong fingers. "Work was so exhausting today, I thought about just goin' straight to bed, but I missed you too much. Did you have a good day?"

"Mm, I missed you too," I drawl out, accent thick, and I turn to press a kiss to his temple. He asks me about my day and I suddenly remember what I was so excited to tell him.

"Oh. I, um-- I applied for a job today," I tell him, sounding hopeful and nervous at the same time. "There's this kid's day camp and they need a junior athletics director."

Jack's spent most of his time here in Darrow just sort of settling, as is to be expected, I think, when everything you've ever worked for is ripped away in the blink of an eye. I've basically been considering it something of a mourning period and I know Macha and Shannon have been helping him a lot. They might not be therapy dogs specifically, but it's good to have someone relying on him, I'd imagine. And the unconditional love of a dog is amazing.

Still, knowing all that, I'm not expecting what Jack says at all.

"Oh my goodness, that's amazing!" I'm suddenly wide awake, grinning from ear to ear as I squeeze his hand tight. "Do you know when you might here something? Jack, you are so qualified for that. Did you tell them about all the work you did with the peewee hockey leagues?"

I knew that Bits would probably be really happy that I applied for a job, but the level of enthusiasm still takes me by surprise. I smile at him, hopelessly fond, and squeeze his hand in return.

"Yeah, I did. That's really the only job I've ever had, but they seemed impressed with me," I tell him. The camp director told me that unless anyone more qualified came along, the job would be mine. I don't really want to get my hopes up just yet, but I'm hopeful. "But, uh-- the camp has scheduled times for the aquatics center. So, I guess I'll have to get back on the ice."

The thought makes a small flutter of anxiety race through my chest, but there's a longing there too. An ache. I look up at Bitty hopefully. "I was hoping that you'd come with me?"

I honestly hadn't thought his news could get any better and, for a moment, I almost wondering if I'm so exhausted from work that I'm just hearing things now. But there's no way I could have misinterpreted I don't think and my mouth moves with no sound coming out for awhile.

"I-- oh my God, of course!" Turning to better face him, I bring his hand to my lips so I can squeeze it again and kiss his knuckles. "I can't even-- You have no idea how long I've been hopin' you'd ask. And I know it's-- It won't be like home, I know that, but I just. I can't wait to get on the ice with you again. Are you gonna be teaching a bunch of adorable kids how to skate then? Oh, goodness, do you think they'd let me drop in every now and again to watch? I've always wondered what you'd be like around kids. Oh wait, that probably sounds creepy, does it?" I add before he can so much as get a word in. "No. Don't ask them that. Gosh, Jack, this is so exciting! I really, really hope this works out!"

My nerves seem to fade away at the sheer force of Bittle's excitement, and I laugh fondly as he kisses my hand. I had no idea just how badly Bits wanted to skate with me again, and suddenly I'm looking forward to it a lot. Sure, I know it'll be hard. I won't be skating for any reason, but it's high time that I remember that I love to skate. I love skating with Bittle.

"Yeah, I'll be teaching kids to skate," I tell him, laughing a little and pulling him into my lap. "You can come watch. I'm sure I'll be asking you to help with snacks, too."

I wrap an arm around him and smile, sliding a hand up and down his back. "Thanks, Bits."

"Whatever you need, you got it," I tell him easily, easily straddling his legs when he pulls me up into his lap. It's funny how normal and comfortable this sorta thing has gotten in the past month or so. I rest back on his thighs, my knees tucked up against his hips as I rest my hands on the soft fabric of his shirt, feeling nothing but muscle beneath my fingertips.

"Once you know for sure, we can stop by the grocery store and get a whole buncha things in bulk -- carrots and celery and apples, peanut butter and raisins, ooh those little Carpi Sun pouches, I loved those when I was a kid!" His hands smooth over my back and I lean in forward, grinning as my thumb brush over the collar of his shirt. "And maybe I can make mini-pies on special occasions! They're gonna love you, Mr. Zimmermann."

"The kids I coached called me Mr. Zims," I tell him, smiling wistfully as I think back on that time. It was a really difficult period of my life, but those kids were a bright spot. Suddenly, I hope more than ever that I get the job. "That all sounds really great, Bits. I think-- I think it would be really good for me."

The way that he's touching me has me relaxing back against the couch and I smile lazily up at him, sliding my hands under the back of his shirt to feel his soft skin, fingertips tracing faint lines up and down his spine. Touching him relaxes me, and I watch his face as I move my hands to the front, sliding them up his stomach and chest, thumbs dragging over his nipples before moving up to his collarbones, bunching his shirt up over my wrists.

"Oh, my goodness, Mr. Zims? Seriously? That is just too adorable for words." Leaning in real quick, I press a kiss to the tip of his chin and try not to shiver when I feel his hands slip up under my shirt, big and warm up the length of my back. "This is gonna be great for you, I know it," I continue, breath catching just a bit when his hands smooth down my sides and drag inward over my stomach, my voice breaking off into a laugh.

Grinning a little, I duck my head, my hands sliding down his chest to play with the bottom hem of his shirt. "You tryin' to distract me now? 'Cause I'll be honest, it's--" My breath definitely catches when I feel his thumb brush over one nipple, my shirt all caught up on his wrists. "It's workin', mister."

Carefully, I shift a little closer so that my knees are pressing up against the cushion behind him and I'm... no longer on his this. "Or maybe this is more of a preliminary celebration?" I ask, giving him my biggest, innocent eyes as I fight a smile. I creep my fingers under his shirt to tease at the waistband of his night pants. "Would you like to make a request?"

"Mm, more like the latter, if I had to pick," I tell him, accent thick as he pushes in closer against me. Pulling off his shirt comes next, and I toss it aside and lean back so that I can get a better look at him. Bits always blushes, and it never fails to turn me on. I'm not sure what that says about me, but I don't question it. My fingers go to the side of his neck and follow that blush down to his chest, past his dusky nipples and to the tight, compact muscles in his stomach.

"It sounds like you already have a request in mind," I say, humming and tilting my hips up a little as his clever fingers sneak into my pants. "What is it, Bits?"

It still amazes me that Jack of all people can look at me the way he does, his eyes all dark when he pulls my shirt off, like he's fit to devour me.

I don't think I've ever wanted anything more.

"You're the reason for the celebration though," I point out, breath hitching again when he tilts his hips upward just a little and I feel him against me. "You should get to choose." He's already at least half-hard and I'm nearly there myself. I can't stop myself from touching him, tracing along the inside of his waistband, relishing every cut of muscle and pausing right at the trail of hair below his belly-button. "But I might put in a small request all the same," I confess, hiding a smirk as I look down between us to work at the tie of Jack's pants, tugging it free.

"Well then," I murmur, watching his hands as they work at the knot on my pants. Once he gets it undone and they loosen, I wriggle a bit to drag them down until the dark thatch of hair above my dick is exposed. My own fingers go towards the button of his shorts and I pop it open, slowly dragging the zipper down as I look up at his face.

"I choose to do whatever it is that you want to do," I tell him, looking a bit smug as I thumb at his hipbones. "So out with it, mon chou."

I'm not sure I'll ever get tired of getting to look at Jack like his. It's funny when I think about it because I've actually seen him naked so many times before we were ever... this, but now it means so much more. He's not even naked now and already all the blood in my body is rushing south as I brush my fingers lower down his stomach, following the grail of hair until I find the thick root of him.

"Well, in that case," I tell him, cocking my head and grinning at him while trying not to squirm under his touch, the brush of his fingers just a little ticklish, "I think I, uh. I think I want to suck you. If you'd be okay with that."

"Oh, I suppose that I could fall on that grenade," I breathe out in a put upon tone, and then I grin at him as I slide my hands up his back. My cock twitches at the idea of Bits putting his mouth on me, but I lean forward and press a soft kiss to his chin. "Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Lord, Jack, that's honestly only the start of what I want," I breathe out with a quiet laugh before I can think to stop myself.

His hands are warm on my bare back and I duck a little to brush my lips to his as I curl my hands over his hips, the jut of bone fitting perfectly into my palms. "Have, uh. Have you thought much about... about other things? I mean, I don't know how much you did with Kent and I'm honestly okay with never knowing, but I've. I've thought about stuff."

His question sends my mind racing, but the sudden mention of Parse has a similar effect of being doused in cold water. I blink and pull back to look at him, unsure of what to say for a moment. My mouth opens and closes, and I slide my hands up Bits' arms as I look into his eyes.

"We, uh-- we never had sex," I tell him, because it feels important that he know that. "I never wanted to do that with him. But, uh. I've thought about it with you, yeah. I want everything with you. As much as you're willing to give me."

His hands move from my back to my arms and for about half a second, I'm afraid I've already done something wrong. But his eyes are intense as ever, his voice low and warm and... goodness, just knowing Jack's actually thought about this stuff is doing unspeakable things to my inside.

Swallowing, I nod a little, letting one hand skim lower again, right on into his pants, fingers grazing the hard length of him all tucked inside. "I'm not... I don't know if I'm ready for all of that just yet. Not because I don't want to, believe you me, but I'm just... nervous still, I guess? A little. But maybe we could try something new tonight. If you want to?"

His fingers quickly elicit a gasp from me, and I arch up a little into his touch. I do my best to keep my eyes on his, to focus on his words. I nod and reach up to cup his cheek, biting my lip for a moment.

"No, that's fine. That's a lot," I assure him, pulling him in for a kiss. "We can do whatever you want. Whenever you're ready, Bits."

The last thing that I ever want to do is rush him into anything, and I'm not even sure that I'm ready for that either. I feel like-- it's like all I want is what he wants. Nothing more, nothing less.

It's gotten so, so easy to kiss Jack. Like we've spent the past month or so really learning how our mouths fit together, and yet it's still so incredible every single time. I feel a sliver of warmth all down my spine as his tongue skims my bottom lip and I shift just enough to curl my hand around his dick.

I still can hardly believe I'm allowed this, that I can just touch him almost anytime I want, that I get to hear him make those sounds, that I get to cause them.

Sliding my hand up his length, I brush my thumb over the tip, our faces still pressed close so I can breathe with him. "What I really want is to get you out of these pants," I confess, feeling my cheeks warm a little at being so bold. "Goodness, you feel good."

"For you, that can easily be arranged," I assure him, gasping at the touch as I wriggle out of the rest of my clothes. Soon enough I'm naked underneath him, helpless as his fingers tease along my cock. My hands go to his hips, sliding down into his open shorts so I can grip his ass and pull him close enough to kiss. "Your turn, mon chou."

I let go only long enough for him to squirm out of his pants, my eyes quickly roving over the length of his legs, especially those incredibly muscled thighs of his. And then I'm in his lap again, smoothing my hands up his chest as he dips his into the back of my pants.

Biting my lip, I lean in close with a soft sound I can only hope comes off as coy.

"Oh, is this you askin' for something now?" I say, but I don't argue at all, instead lifting up and balancing one knee for a second so he can drag them down along with my underwear, then repeating with the other before I can settle back into his lap. It feels a lot more intimate then, all that skin on skin and I can't help shivering a little as I press in closer, wrapping my hand around him once more. "This still okay?"

The way that Bits looks at me sometimes is like a drug in and of itself, but it's a good one. A healthy craving, but one that I'm addicted to all the same. His eyes are like molasses and they drag across me just as slow.

I watch him as he undresses, eyes lingering on the golden curls framing his pink cock, and I sigh as he sits on my lap again. My hands go back to his ass, and this time I really grab a good handful of each cheek and give a good squeeze.

"Yeah, it's good," I breathe out, humming as he drags his fist along my cock. "Feels good. God, your ass is perfect."

"Oh, well that's high praise coming from you," I remark with a quiet, sort of breathless laugh.

His hands honestly feel huge on me and it's already so hard not to want to just grind against him. After his news though, I really do want to give him some sorta congratulations though so I try to concentrate on stroking him. We've done at least this much a bunch of times now and while I'm definitely still no expert, I'd like to think I've gotten better than that first time. I at least have an idea of what he likes and I lean in closer, my hand bumping my own dick lightly as I tug him from root to tip and back down again, my lips brushing his jaw, grinning a little, "Nice to know all those squats have been payin' off."

"You've always had a great ass," I breathe out, rocking my hips up as he jerks me off. I slide my hands down between his legs and then back up, and my fingers dip into the cleft of his ass. One of them drags across his hole and I flush all over, but I move my hands back safely outward. We haven't discussed anything like that yet, and I don't want to take liberties. Just that one little accidental touch made me feel so needy, but I push it to the side and I concentrate on his hand on my cock, and how fucking good it feels.

"I want to suck you later," I murmur, turning to press a kiss to his cheek and nudge his nose with mine. "You gonna let me, Bits?"

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