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 so hungry for it, and Bits doesn't disappoint. He floods my mouth with his come and I moan, swallowing as much as I can as I cling to his thigh. Some of it dribbles down onto my chin and I pull off when he starts to soften, taking in a huge gulp of air as I look up at him.

"God, Bits," I pant out, keeping my fingers pressed in deep as I watch his face. "You're amazing. Was that good?"

I have no idea how long I come, his fingers moving just a little inside me, nudging that spot over and over and I swear I'm almost crying by the time he pulls off, cool air brushing my spit-and-come slick cock.

"Oh my God," I breathe, trembling all over with his fingers still pressed up deep inside me. My voice sounds almost pathetic, weak and wrecked as I drop my head back against the pillow. "Jack. Jack, please. Please come here." I give him a weak, half-hearted wave with one hand, reaching for him as well as I'm able. I want his mouth on mine, want to feel him pressed against me, want to at least get my hand on him if nothing else.

The last thing that I want to do is pull my fingers out of Bits, but I also don't want to overstimulate him. Finally I do pull them out with a regretful little sigh, and then I move up to spread out against Bittle's side. With my clean hand, I cup his chin and bring him in for a deep kiss, letting him taste himself on my tongue. I don't hesitate anymore. I know he likes this just as much as me. Maybe someday I won't swallow, and I'll kiss him with my mouth still full. God, I've never had such filthy thoughts before. He brings it all out in me, and I really can't say that I mind.

"I've got you, mon chou," I murmur against his lips, wrapping my arms around him. "Vous êtes si belle."

Carefully, Jack slides his fingers out, a sensation that's somehow both intensely relieving and disappointing. I feel suddenly empty, muscles clenching around nothing, my legs dropping back to the mattress as Jack half sprawls against my side.

Before I can anything at all, his mouth is on mine, tongue slipping between my lips to share to the taste. It's become familiar now, this taste of my come on his tongue and I chase after it with a heady groan, mind and muscles slowly coming back online when I feel his length against my thigh. With a groan, I shift a little, pressing my leg between his, urging him to press tighter against me, to grind if he wants to as I drop a hand down to that magnificent ass of his.

"You can-- you can use me if I want," I tell him, smoothing my hand over the globe of one cheek. "Fuck against me. Or, uhm. I still really, really to suck you."

"Merde," I breathe out, feeling my cock twitch at his words, so dirty in that sweet tone. He grabs my ass and my hips grind forward of their own accord, cock dragging against his hip. "God, I can't choose."

An idea occurs to me and I pull back to look at him, kissing him again before looking at him with pink cheeks. "Um, can you roll onto your stomach? I could-- I want to fuck your thighs."

It took a bit of stuttering to get the words out, and my cheeks are aflame as I wait for his reaction.

Jack keeps grinding against me, his cock, hot and thick against my thigh and I just want him to keep going, to press and roll against me until he's coming, getting me all messy.

But then he speaks again, a nervousness in his voice that feels weirdly relaxing and my breath hitches as I nod up at him. It's hard to picture and I'm not honestly sure how good that'll feel for him, but if it's something Jack wants, I know I'm not going to say no.

"Okay," I breathe, sliding my hand up his side and then rolling over just as he's asked. There's something thrilling about it, something almost scary and vulnerable as I glance back over my shoulder at Jack. It's not easy to see his face from this position and I feel so, so weird as I prop myself up on my elbows. "This is okay?" I ask him, trying to ignore the waver in my voice.

Bits doesn't even question it, and I watch as he rolls over onto his stomach. The muscles in his thighs and back flex and I can't even blink, too afraid to miss a single moment of this. He looks over his shoulder at me and my eyes darken, cock twitching between my legs as I prop myself up over him. "Tell me if you don't like it, and I'll stop."

I spread his thighs open a little, and it's enough to see everything. His hole is pink and puffy, shining with lube, and my breath catches in my throat a little. The lube has gotten everywhere, between his cheeks and thighs, and yeah, this is good.

Leaning over him, I take my cock and drag the head over his hole in a slight tease, but I don't press in. I keep moving down, nudging my cock up under the soft hang of his balls and between his thighs. "Close your legs around me, and-- yeah, that's perfect."

"Okay," I breathe, relaxing a little under the look in his eye. And I know he will stop is the thing. My trust in Jack is unwavering, born from years of him being my Captain, months and months of him being my friend and now... now this. I feel like I've trusted Jack even longer than I've liked him.

My breath catches a little when he touches me, my face flaming hot when I feel him spread my legs. I can only imagine what he's looking at, what he's seeing, and even if he just had his fingers there, I still feel split open. I bury my face into the pillow then, trying to remember to breathe and when I feel him against me, feel the blunt, thick tip of his cock drag over my whole, every muscle in my body draws tight.

I almost want to just ignore all the nerves and beg him to put it in and I bite down on my lips as I feel him drag lower, bumping against the swell of my balls before urging me to close my thighs. I do as he asks, feeling the full length of him all nestled there and let out a shudder.

"Jack," I breathe, muscles straining as I push up a little onto my elbows and lift my hips, trying to give him the best angle. "God, Jack, is it... Oh," I groan when I feel him start to move. I go still then, concentrating entirely on keeping my thighs tight and pressing back against him, almost... almost like he's really inside me.

His legs close and suddenly there's all this pressure around my cock, tight and hot and slick from the lube. It isn't as good as being inside of him will be, whenever that happens, but it's good.

"It's amazing, Bits," I breathe out, planting a hand against the bed and rocking my hips, fucking into the space that he's made for me. The length of my cock plunges between the tight grip of his thighs, dragging against his balls, and I groan deeply before pressing a sloppy kiss to the back of his shoulder. My mouth can't even really form words as I fuck his thighs, and it isn't long before I can feel the pleasure building at the base of my spine, hot and insistent.

"Can I come like this, on you?" I ask breathlessly, thrusting in a bit harder and turning my head to kiss his neck, teeth grazing the skin slightly. "Or-- or should it be in your mouth?"

"Oh my God," I groan, my brain nearly shorting out both from the breathless sound of his voice and what he's saying. What he's asking. I swear I can feel myself getting hard again already and it takes what feels like forever for my brain to start working enough that I can actually answer.

It feels impossible to decide, I want both so much. I want him to come between my thighs, want to feel his cock twitch and pulse against me, want him to use me.

But I also want him in my mouth, I want to feel him come on my tongue and swallow it all down. I want both, I want everything and, in the end, the only way I can decide is by promising myself that what we don't do this time, we can do later. Next time. Because I want as many next times as Jack will give me.

Shuddering on another breath, I finally manage to push myself up a little, loosening the grip of my thighs as I try to turn over. "My mouth," I tell him, my cheeks impossibly warm as I meet his eyes. "Please-- Please, Jack. I want you to come in my mouth."

It's hard to move away from him even long enough for him to turn over, but somehow I manage. He gets on his back between my legs, eyes dark and cheeks pink, arms splayed out to the side as his mouth opens. It's sort of the most obscenely beautiful thing I've ever seen and I would give just about anything for a camera right now.

"Yeah, Bits," I breathe out, leaning over and gripping the headboard with one hand while I guide my cock towards his mouth with the other. The head is already flushed red and leaking, and I let out a shuddering moan as I slide my cock past his puffy lips, watching as they stretch wide around me. He looks hungry for it, and a breath punches out of me. "God, you feel so good. I'm so close, babe."

Jack doesn't waste any time in kneeling up over me, grabbing the headboard with one hand and his cock with the other. It's hard to decide where I want to look first -- at his face or his heaving chest or his gorgeous, slick dick hovering right over my mouth.

A second later and he makes the choice for me, the tip bumping my bottom lip. My eyes widen where they're locked on Jack's and I take a shuddered breath as I rest my hands on his thighs, gripping tight. As big as he is, I know I can't take much, but that hardly matters at all. I can take the head, and I do, wrapping my lips tight and letting my tongue flick just over the slit, tasting the salty-sweetness of him with a soft moan. I try to take a little more too, lifting my head up off the pillow and relaxing my tongue, hollowing my cheeks as I pull back and then take him in again.

As soon as his lips wrap around me, I let out a gasp and my hips twitch. I'm so close already, and I stare down at him with wide eyes. "God, Bits--"

I do my best to hold on and revel in that sweet suction, the warm wet curl of Bittle's tongue, but it's too much. My orgasm burns through me like a shock and I come with a moan of his name, emptying onto his tongue with a few pulses as I curl around him.

Come runs out of the corner of his mouth and I slowly pull out, sliding back as I reach down to catch that drop with my thumb. I push it back into his mouth, pressing my thumb into his mouth before leaning down and replacing it with my tongue before he has a chance to swallow.

Even knowing he's as close to the edge as he is, it's still a shock when he comes. There's just-- there's so much if it, spilling onto my tongue, hot and thick, sliding to the back of my throat. I don't quite choke, but it feels like a near thing and he's already pulling back, going too far away.

Bu then his hand is on the side of my face, his thumb brushing the corner of my mouth, swiping up an excess drop and pushing it between my lips.

It's-- goodness, it's filthy. Especially when he immediately leans down to kiss me, doubtlessly tasting himself all over my tongue. With a whine, I kiss back, my hands smoothing up over his arms and shoulder, sliding my tongue along his so he can really get all over it. It's wet and messy and I can smell him absolutely everywhere, my entire body buzzing with it. When we finally break apart, I'm gasping for breath, dazed as I look up at him. "You've... goodness, you've done that before, haven't you?" I breathe and I honestly don't feel jealous at all if anything, I'm just stunned. And I already want to do it all over again.

"No," I breathe out, looking surprised at myself as I stare down at him. My lips are wet and slick just like his, and I lick them in a bit of a daze. "Never, I just--"

I swallow hard and roll to the side, gathering him into my arms. "I wanted to, and I felt like I could. Was that-- is it okay?"

"Was it... Jack, of course it was okay," I tell him with a laugh.

It's easy as anything to curl into him, one arm all scrunched up under me, but the other resting over his chest where he's still all sweaty from exertion. "Really, uh. Really filthy, but I think... I think I might like that. At least, with you. I like how it feels when you let go like that, especially in my mouth."

My cheeks go aflame when he says that word, filthy, but it also makes my spent cock twitch the slightest bit between my legs. "I like it too, with you. No one but you."

I slide my hand up his back and into his hair, leaning down to kiss him softly. "I never knew it could feel like this, so damn good."

His kiss is softer this time, downright chaste compared to the last one, and I hum quietly against his lips, feeling warm in a way that doesn't have anything to do with temperature.

"Me either," I tell him, bumping my nose against his gently. "I've spent so long imagining this kinda thing, but doing it is just... it's better, really. Than anything I ever could've pictured."

"I know how you feel," I whisper back, burying my fingers in Bits' hair as I watch his face. His eyes are big and honey-brown, and I feel like I could stare at them all night and never get bored. I've never felt that way about anything before. Anything but hockey, that is.

"To be honest, I never really thought about sex all that much," I confess, brow furrowing a bit. I always chalked it up to being too busy, too focused. Even when I jerked off, I never really fell back on fantasies. I just relied on the mechanics of it. Things are so different now. "But now, Bits. God-- sometimes I can barely get anything done."

"Goodness, never?" I reply, more than a little surprised.

Except, I suppose it makes sense. Jack's first love is hockey; I've known that for as long as I've known him. He's probably always been too busy to think much about sex at all even if something like that is a little difficult for me to comprehend.

I can feel my face go warm at his breathy admission and I bite back a grin. "Are you sayin' I get you all hot and bothered?" I ask him, dancing my fingers across his collarbone playfully. "You know, you can, uhm. If the distraction is ever too much, you can just come to me. I bet whatever you've got in your mind is something I'd be interested in."

"Okay, not never. But not that often," I say with a shrug, brow furrowing a bit. Maybe that's weird, to have been my age and relatively uninterested in having sex. Doesn't matter, I suppose. Because now I'm very interested.

"Of course you do, mon chou," I assure him, letting out a content sigh as he touches me. "I'll keep that in mind. And the same goes for you, eh? Anything."

"Okay," I reply, feeling a little breathless just at the idea that all the things I've ever thought of doing might actually play out. And with Jack of all people. I hardly even know what to do with myself.

For now though, I just curl in closer, my arm snug around his middle as I brush a kiss to the curve of his jaw. "I'm sure I'll find something to mention soon enough," I promise. "But I'm gonna need a few minutes to catch my breath first."

"That's fair," I say with a grin, tipping my head back to feel more of his kisses as my arms go around him. This feels so good, being wrapped up naked with him like this. It's intimate and raw and I don't think that I could ever get enough of it.

"I love this too," I breathe out, sliding my hand up and down his back as I kiss his temple. "Laying here holding you. Being held."

It's such a little word and I know it's more a figure of speech than anything, but it still makes my heart skip for just a second and my arms tighten around him.

"I love it too," I admit, trying to hide my smile against his shoulder and calm the rush that goes all through me. "I hope I wake up like this, all wrapped up in your arms. I honestly can't think of anything better."

"Then I guess we should get to sleep," I tell him, pulling the blankets up over us and kissing his forehead. "To make it happen that much quicker."

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