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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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?"

Jack hasn't pushed for a single thing since we got together, has let me lead almost every step of the way. I know he isn't that much more experienced than I am so it's more a case of us both being nervous, but I have to say I appreciate it so much. Jack makes me feel comfortable. Safe. Wanted.

His broad hands smooth down the backs of my thighs and then up again, one finger slipping inward to drag right over my hole and it's impossible to mask the way I shiver. My grip on him falters a little and I definitely feel a weird swoop of both relief and disappointment when his hands return to where they were.

"Oh goodness," I breathe, laughing a little as I turn into his nudge, my lips hovering just over his as I give his cock a light squeeze, my thumb passing over the tip to spread the bead of pre-come that leaks free. "Swear I'll let you do anything you want to me." It doesn't feel like a lie even if we're both still taking things slow. I trust him to only go so far as we're both comfortable. "Will you let me though? I promise I can make it good."

He falters a little and I worry that maybe I went too far, even if it was an accident, but I'm relieved when that doesn't seem to be the case. His words make me shiver and I slide my tongue out to flick across his lips, whimpering a bit as he squeezes me. "Are you kidding, Bits? There isn't a world where I'd ever say no to that."

I pull him close and tip my head back, kissing the point of his chin and skimming my lips across his jaw. "I guess it's just a matter of what we do first. C'mon, Bitty. Tell me what you want to do."

For a second, all I really want to do is kiss him. The slide of his tongue along my bottom lip is heady and I find myself just leaning into him, still holding his dick tight in one hand, the other curled around his side for leverage. I'm already so, so hard, but I'm not really in any rush to go anywhere with it. I just want to keep feeling like this for awhile longer.

He ducks down a second later though, his lips brushing along my jaw and I tip my head to give him better access as I let out a sigh. There's no ignoring that tone in his voice, honestly, this perfect mix of captainly and flirtatious, and I hesitate only for a few seconds before saying anything. "I think, uhm. I think I'd like to feel your fingers," I breathe, ignoring the way I can feel my face just heat right up.

I open my mouth against Bits' neck, dragging my tongue along his skin. I swear he tastes like sugar sometimes, like sweet apples and the pies he's always making. Moaning softly, I suck a little at his skin. My eyes fall shut, but pop open against at his words. They make my dick twitch in his hand and I pull back to look at him, eyes carefully wide.

"Are you sure?" I ask quietly, squeezing his ass in my palm and watching him closely. He's pink all over, and my own cheeks heat up just at the thought. The thought of being inside of him in some small way, in making him feel good in a way that's brand new, practically has me panting. "We could do that, Bits. Um-- here? Or in bed?"

Jack licks and mouths at my neck and it's I can't believe how good it feels. I'd never even realized how sensitive my skin is there until him; I swear he could reduce me to a puddle just by kissing my neck for awhile.

I feel him go a little tense after my admission, a little bit of anxiety tightening in my gut, but his cock jerks in my hand so I suppose I can take it as a good sign. He's all wide-eyed and his hands grip me tighter, pulling me close. He looks about as nervous as I feel, but eager too. "Oh, I uh-- I hadn't thought that far ahead," I admit with a quiet, awkward sort of laugh. Is it... I mean, we probably need stuff, right? So maybe... maybe the bedroom?"

"Yeah, let's do that," I say, all breathless and eager. Fitting my hands under his ass, I stand up and bring him with me, holding him against me as I walk towards the bedroom. I like that Bits is so masculine, with his wide shoulders and defined muscles, but he's still small enough that I can carry him like this. He's just the best of everything.

We make it into the bedroom and I kick the door shut, keeping the dogs out, and then carry him over to the bed. Once he's all laid out on the blankets, I step back to look him over. He's so beautiful, skin flushed pink, and I let out a breath like I've been punched. "God, I wish I had my camera right now."

"Oh-- Jack!"

It isn't the first time he's just picked me right up, but naked as we are, it feels a lot more... something. Intimate, I guess. It's easy as anything to wind my legs around his middle and hold on, his hands tucked under my butt as he carries me into the other room. I hide my face in the curve of his neck, taking a light bite as I tried to hold back my giggles, pulling back only when I hear the sound of the door closing behind us.

Seconds later and I'm stretched out on the bed, staring up at him as he stares right back at me. There's this look in Jack's eyes like I'm the best thing he's ever seen and, I'll admit it, it's going straight to my head. And other places. I can feel myself flush all over again when he mentions his camera and I push up onto my elbows before reaching out to him with one hand.

"Later," I promise him, biting my lip as I curl my fingers with his and tug. "For now, get your gorgeous Canadian bottom into this bed with me. I really, really want to feel you, Jack."

"Really?" I ask, brow lifting at that intriguing promise of later. But then Bits reaches out for me and I can't help but to let myself be pulled in towards the bed. I stop and open the bedside drawer to pull out the small tube of lube that I use to jerk off, cheeks flushing a bit as I rest it on the bed.

"What part of you do you want to feel, mon chou?" I ask lowly, sliding my hands up his inner thighs to slowly push them apart. My fingers glide over his skin, over the juncture of his hip and thigh. "My mouth? Or my fingers?"

I lean down to press a kiss to his hip, dragging my tongue through the groove of it. "Mm, or maybe both."

Grinning still, I watch Jack pull out a tube of lube from his nightstand and I can't help but wonder how often he's used that before, if he's ever thought of me while slicking himself up. If he thinks about me even half as much as I've thought about him.

All my wondering evaporates at the feel his hands smoothing up my thighs, my breath catching as he spreads me wide. It's alarmingly intimate and I feel a jolt of heat all through me, my dick jerking between my thighs.

"Oh," I breathe when he ducks down to slide his tongue along the line of my pelvis. "I think-- I think definitely both." It almost feels like and admission and I reach down with one hand to curl my fingers through his hair, wanting so desperately to see those gorgeous blue eyes of his on mine. "Though this might be over real quick if you use your mouth right at the start."

"Well, we don't want that," I say with a chuckle, pressing a kiss just below his navel. After fully climbing onto the bed, I grab the lube and sit between his splayed thighs. "I want to take my time with you."

Sliding forward, I spread my thighs and sit back on my haunches before hooking my hands under Bittle's knees and tugging him forward so that his thighs rest over my own. This keeps his legs spread and hips tilted up. The view his position gives me is nothing short of incredible. I can see his tiny pink hole and I lightly slide my thumb across it, watching as he clenches up even tighter. "Fuck, Bits. I can't even imagine my fingers fitting in there."

He's so smooth about everything, kneeling between my legs and easily pulling me closer so my thighs are draped over his hips tilted upward and... goodness, just-- just on display. I can feel my face go instantly warm, but I know it's a mix of embarrassment and nerves and excitement.

My entire body goes tight when he brushes his thumb between my cheeks, jolting a little. No one's ever touched me there before. No one but me, of course, and I haven't even done it all that much.

Swallowing tightly, I stare up at him, stomach twisting. "It-- I mean, they will, right? Everything I've read and... and seen says it just takes some time." Though, I have to admit, I have some concerns about him fitting in other ways. Jack's dick is incredible, long and thick, and I genuinely have no idea how it might ever fit inside me. Not that I'm ready for that anyway, but I'd like... I think, eventually I'd like that. Assuming he won't rip me in two.

"Yeah, Bits. They will. I'll go really slow," I assure him, pulling my hand away to open the lube. I coat two of my fingers and toss the tube aside, resting my clean hand on his thigh as I lean over him. "If you want to stop, just tell me, okay?"

I watch his face as I press the slick pad of my middle finger to the tight ring of muscle. All I do at first is rub it, moving my finger in slow circles over his hole to get him used to the sensation. "How's that feel, mon chou? Good?"

It's so, so easy to trust Jack, easy to relax a little even as I watch him spread lube over his fingers, knowing exactly where they're about to be. He leans forward, staring down at me as he presses one slick, and cold, finger right up against me. I go tense again, just for a second, but he doesn't push, just rubs gently, circling, and I lift a hand to his shoulder, sliding it on up to the side of his neck like I'm trying to hold on.

Goodness, sometimes I'm not sure he's made of anything but muscle.

"It's-- Yeah," I breathe, something inside me relaxing the longer he touches me there. Sucking in another breath, I nod, and tilt my hips up a little, encouraging. It's still hard not to be anxious, but the excitement is starting to outweigh the nerves. I'm two seconds away from having Jack's finger inside me and those two seconds feel too far away now.

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