puckandpie | [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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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."

[6/14 - After Work]

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