Author's notes: This came out of left field - so to speak. I'm still at work, writing away like a crazy person, instead of focusing on what I should do. Yeah. Well. When inspiration hits you have to go with it. Especially when you suddenly know what to do with the characters you love so much.
Ok, enough ranting from me - go ahead, read!
Maybe even leave me a review.
Thank you! Love, Emy
To say my body feels like boiling right about now is a total understatement. And something heavy is on top of me. I can barely breathe!
I gingerly open my eyes to the dim light of a beautiful LA sunrise and find James sleeping like a baby. ON TOP OF ME! I turn my head to the right to rub the sleep out of my eyes and check the bedside clock only to find Fox sleeping soundly all cuddled up into my side.
Who knew these two are like living ovens? I can't breathe! I need air!
I try to move my feet and - maybe - kick the covers off of my legs, but James' long legs prevent me from doing that. I hold a groan on the inside, not to wake the two babies…
Still, I can't breathe and that's not good so I decide James really-really needs to move. I run my hand through his hair and he grunts - even when he's asleep, he's still a diva! I love this man! I repeat the "offensive" action of touching James' hair and he shifts ever so slightly. Another little touch and he's turning on his other side, with a very audible grunt, almost like a scolding me in his sleep.
I chuckle without sound. Finally - air!
Weird thing is that now I miss his warmth so I move carefully - not to wake the sweet pup by my side and cuddle up against his back, hugging him to me. Yes, I know - I might be bipolar, but, hey, with a man THIS handsome, you have to show him love. Especially when you know for sure that he has literally millions of girls swooning for him and ready to take your place in a heart beat.
James takes my hand in his and kisses my fingers. My eyes widen.
- Sorry, I was squishing you… He whispers, his voice filled with sleep.
- It's ok, baby, go back to sleep.
- Mhmm… And he's out like a light. I kiss the back of his neck and fall back asleep myself.
I wake up a few hours later to the delicious smell of freshly made Turkish coffee. My mouth waters as I open my eyes to see a very smiling James holding a tray with two cups of coffee and apple croissants. I know they're apple; I bought them just two days ago.
I can't help but let out a little appreciative moan as I sit up with my back to the pillows and sink into them. Fox jumps up on the bed, by my feet and nuzzles my toes through the cover - silly pup!
- Merry Christmas. James tells me with a huge smile. I can't help but appreciate the effort he puts into MY holiday. I promise myself that next year, for Hanukkah I'll be doing something special for him.
- Merry Christmas. I reply with a smile, closing my eyes to receive James' sweet "good morning" kiss. - What's this? I ask when he pulls away and sits down, petting Fox behind the ears.
- Breakfast… James makes a face as if it's the most obvious thing in the world. And it kinda is, but that was NOT my question… I smile.
- I meant what did I do to deserve breakfast in bed?
- Oh, nothing… but it's Christmas so… I'm spoiling you.
- Oh…
- Complaints?
- None! I let out and make a greedy grab for the deliciously inviting cup of coffee. James smiles as he watches me enjoy the first sip - the taste, the warmth in my mouth and the heat it's generating as it goes down my esophagus and into my stomach - feels delicious. Another little appreciative moan leaves my lips and James chuckles. I open my eyes and frown at him. - WHAAAT? I whine.
- You look like you're having sex with that coffee… I'm actually jealous… James chuckles cradling his own cup. My jaw falls as I look with amazement between him and the cup in my hands.
- You're jealous… Of a LIQUID?!
James just shrugs. I swear I want to laugh kicking my feet up in the air, but I control myself - I really do not want to try to clean a coffee stain from my pretty baby blue bed sheets! Or kick the sweet pup - no, Fox doesn't deserve a foot in that pretty little snout!
- I love you. I say laughing and shaking my head. James beams at me before wolfing down one of the yummy yellow croissants.
- Ouch! He struggles to swallow his bite. - Ouch! Ouch! Ouch! Those are hot! He lets out barely understandable as he has his mouth open to fan himself.
Fox looks at his master with a puzzled expression. It makes me laugh. I don't think that he's ever heard James sound like that.
- You put them in the microwave? James shakes his head "yes". - Well…
- Don't say it! He points a menacing finger in my face. I put one hand up in surrender while holding on tightly to my coffee with the other. - Don't say that that's supposed to happen! He warns. I sign locking my lips as he keeps fanning his mouth, the croissant forgotten back on the tray.
I want to laugh at how childish he is sometimes, but I stifle my laugh into my coffee as I get my brain into overdrive searching for a quick and innocent change of subject.
- So - what do we do today? I ask. That's innocent enough, right? Right?!
James looks at me, a bit confused, his hand stopping as he thinks what to answer.
- Hmm… we could go out someplace…
- Yeah? I carefully place my precious cup back on the tray in my lap and pick up a croissant. I rip off a small piece, allow it to cool down a bit before eating it. James narrows his eyes at me. I smile innocently and chew on my food.
- Yeah… He replies, eyes still narrowed.
- Where? I prompt, trying to make him forget about the "lovely" burn in his mouth.
- Don't really know… His demeanor returns to normal. - Most places are closed down, since people spend time with their families…
- Yeah… that's true…. I mumble, my mouth half full again.
- We could try going wall climbing… James tries.
He knows I'm not very out-doors-y and I'm scared of almost everything - from tiny spiders to motorcycles. Two wheels don't seem to be all that stable, ok?! Plus I can never get the hang of which side I should leaning at curbs and end up causing the driver to spill us both because I'm leaning the wrong way. It has happened. Twice. Not gonna happen a third time!
I sigh. James seems excited about climbing. His eyes are sparkling with possibilities. I sigh. I can't say "no". I just can not.
- I guess… if we can find a place that's open…
- Really? James lets out, filled with joy.
- Yeah… I mean we have nothing better to do… James lets out a very girly squeal. - Don't jump on me! I hold a hand out. - Or I'll need to wash the sheets and no more climbing…
James nods vigorously and jumps off the bed going out the door, Fox barking in his wake.
- Where are you going? I yell.
- To find a place that's open! Comes from the hallway. Fox barks all the way to his master. I shake my head and groan. What have I gotten myself into?
Half hour later James is still in the study trying to find a climbing place that's open. To my good fortune everything is closed. I'm not that well coordinated - that trip would be a disaster that would end with me or James or both or maybe even the person holding my rope - or whatever it's called! - in the God dang hospital!
I decide to go see what my man is doing. He's sitting at the desk, eyes glued to the laptop screen, a huge pout on his face while he searches with one hand and absentmindedly pets Fox with the other. Of course Fox is in his lap - where else could that pup be?
I smile at the beautiful sight. I swear, every time James pouts all I wanna do is kiss him senseless. Which - come to think of it - is not a bad idea. I walk in and James tears his eyes from the laptop with a long sigh.
- Nothing's open today… He's pouting. I settle on his right side, propping my ass on the desk, so James is looking up at me. I caress his cheek.
- How about tomorrow? I can't stand to see him like that, ok? I just can't!
- Yeah?
I nod and he turns to his search results, changing the parameters a little. As the results come up James lights up.
- There are two places that are open. He looks up at me, his eyes filled with hope once more. I smile.
- Then we can go tomorrow.
- Really?
- Yes, baby. James beams at me. - But I will not be held responsible for whatever injury you or I or any other person in that establishment might or will sustain because I'm doing this! I tell James honestly. He leans back laughing.
- You'll be just fine! I'll be there to teach you.
- Yeah… My hand/eye coordination is known to be non-existent worldwide! I half-joke. James chuckles and kisses my fingers.
- Trust me?
- With my life and my heart. James melts at my statement.
- Then trust that I will take care of you and no harm will come to you or anyone else in the establishment. He imitates my voice saying the last two words.
- Ok-ok… wait! What about you?
- What about me?
- You said no harm will come to me or anyone else in…
- I'll be in the establishment. I raise an eyebrow, but decide to let it drop, for now, anyway.
- So… we know what we're doing tomorrow…
- How about a stupid movie and picnic on the hood of my Bronco?
- That could work…
Suddenly Fox jumps off James' lap, and scurries away, most likely in search of food or water, so James pulls me down into his lap and nuzzles my neck, making me giggle as he tickles me before placing a butterfly kiss on my neck. And it's all I need to start burning up on the inside, but I ignore my urge and lean into his broad chest, cuddling as close as I possibly can.
- What do we take for the picnic? I question not even bothering to look up.
- I really don't care. Whatever.
- Fine. Be like that! Don't help. I fake pout. James tilts my head up. He gently kisses my pout away.
- I'll help. You'll tell me what to do and I'll do it.
My eyebrow goes up as my mind starts to think of the dirty implications. After all, it's not like we have an exact hour for that movie and picnic.
- Order you around? I tease. - That could be fun…
That's when James realizes what he just said and begins tickling me. I giggle and squirm under his long fingers, begging him to stop. He doesn't. Not even when I feel a little something poking at my thigh. Soon as my brain makes the connection I focus on that feeling and change my sounds ever so slightly - a slightly deeper tone of voice. I can feel that he's reacting to the little change, so I decide to step it up a little.
I slide off James' lap, in between his legs, managing to catch my loose crop tank-top on his knee and give him a little grope in the process. I land on my knees under the desk, my back to James. Feels weird, but I'm kind of turned on by now, so, I decide to play with this a little.
I turn awkwardly to face my man. James' eyes are open wide looking at me. I imagine the image can't be that bad, judging by the growing bulge in his pants. He swallows visibly and I know I'm in charge right now. I smile wide as I grab his legs and pull him under the desk so he can't see me anymore.
I'm lacking space a little, but I can make do. My hands find their way to the fly of James' boxers and I pull his half hard dick out. He gasps and leans back on the chair, trying to see me, even if just a little. I decide to tease and pull him further under the desk, blocking the chair's wheel with my knee. James groans and I smile to myself.
I adjust my position a little. This is not exactly comfy, but, teasing my man is worth it right now. I'll worry about trivial stuff like back pain or possibly banging my head repeatedly against the underside of the desk when I need to.
I grab his - by now - throbbing dick in my hands and pump him a couple of time. James moans. I'm eye-balling the space between his lap and the hard wood of the desk. Then I realize I'm not using my head properly and push the handle to lower the chair. James lets out a surprised sound and I chuckle, forcing him to stretch his legs by my side.
Finally! I can get down to business! I waste no more time and just engulf my man's entire length in one go.
- Fuck, baby! James gasps. I feel him buck up into my mouth, his hands holding onto the arm rests of the chair, his knuckles already turning white. I moan, allowing him to buck up into my throat, my hands running up the inside of his thighs.
It doesn't take long for me to feel that little vein swell up on the flat of my outstreched tongue. James' breaths are faster and faster and his bucking up is faster and faster. I close my eyes, simply enjoying the salty-sweetness that is James take over me. I moan when he hits the back of my throat extra hard and he's coming stilling his hips just like that. I move my head over him, swallowing down everything before I allow myself time to think about what exactly I am doing.
- Fuck… James whispers. I smirk and tuck his dick back in his boxers with a winner's smirk on my face.
Don't ask me what came over me, I have no idea - I just wanted - NEEDED him to come. So I made that happen, cause, you know, you have to make your dreams happen.
- Baby… James whispers again, trying to move the chair, not knowing he's nudging against my knee - rather hard. I shift my leg and allow him to do pull the chair out. When I meet his eyes I'm smiling a million dollar smile.
- What was that? He sound breathless. I shrug.
James extends a hand to me. I take it and crawl out from under the desk. He pulls my hand gently and I get the point. I sit on his lap, careful not to touch the very sensitive part of him that I just had in my mouth.
- Maybe Christmas should come more than once a year. James whispers as he pulls me to him. I chuckle.
- You know I don't need Christmas to…
- I liked you under the desk. He kisses my gasp away, gently pressing his lips to mine. I smile against his lips and wrap my arms around his neck. Then he's giggling. I pull apart to look him in the eyes.
- What's so funny?
- Just thinking about what Carlos will say when I tell him about this.
I chuckle a little myself imagining Carlos' brown eyes widening and his beautiful lips turning into a jealous pout.
- Guess I'll have to sacrifice myself and do that to him too… I sigh dramatically and James pouts.
- No. This. Is. Mine.
He tries to pull me to him but I push lightly against his chest. I am not really sure if he's serious or not. Then an idea comes to me.
- Ok… yours… you wanna do it to him then? I offer.
James' facial expression changes. He pushes the chair back a little eye-balling the narrow space under the desk.
- I do… but I don't think I fit…
- Take the back panel out - duh! James looks at me and lights up.
- Why are you so wonderful?
- Because I love you. Both.
James kisses me and it's slow and gentle and loving and it makes butterflies fly around in my tummy. I love this man so much!
But I still can't wait for my Carlos to come back home.
