Unable to focus

So I've had this idea in my head for a few days now and it's just not going away. Maybe if I write it down I'll be able to get it out of my head. Then again, maybe it won't but what will it hurt to share my fun "creative" side. Yes, it's one of those things =)




As soon as I punched the little plastic card in the key slot, I could feel the stress of the day ease from my shoulders. Someway or another things would work out the way they were meant to but until then, I had this moment and I was going to make the most of it. The door swung open easily, the cooped up heat blasted my face, it felt good to be here.


Turning toward the door, Sammy smiled over at me which caused about twenty butterflies swarming my stomach. I shut the door as he greeted me "Hey babe, I'm just about done here what would you like to do?"


"Hmm a hot shower would be nice. I'm really cold. Don't rush off for me, play for a while while I go take a shower."


"You sure babe? I could come help you if you want" He teased.


"I'm sure I can manage hun"


"Aww, what if I can't?"


"You silly man. Just sit there and do what you're doing. I'll be quick I promise!"


Because it was Sammy, I knew not to take his teasing lightly and I just wanted to unwind a little so I rushed across the room and shut the door before he could get up. He wouldn't try to come in once I had the door shut, it was comforting to know he knew me so well. I cranked up the hot water, brushed my hair out and setting the towel on the edge of the counter I got under the stream of water without a second thought. It felt good to stand there and let the water heat me up. As the bitter cold disappeared, my body became heated knowing how close Sammy was. I'd waited too long for this moment to come and the tension from waiting felt like bricks in my stomach. I finished my shower in record time, briskly dried off with the towel and then wrapped it around my hair as I stepped out of the shower to dress.


As I got out of the shower I realized that in my haste, I'd forgotten to grab my bag. There was no way I could ask Sammy; I wanted this moment to be worth the wait. I tried to buy myself some time by blow drying my hair. There was a chance Sammy would fuss over how long I was taking, but I needed to figure out what to do.


With my hair dry, I pulled the door open a bit to peak out at him - thankfully he was preoccupied. Looking around I noticed my bag, across the room next to his feet. A small groan escaped as I almost gave up the notion of "the right moment" but then I saw one of Sammy's shirts on the bed and grabbed it up before I could change my mind. Maybe I can still salvage this moment I thought as I slipped into the shirt.


Hoping I could reach him without his noticing me I quickly walked up behind him and wrapped my arms around his shoulders. His body was warm against mine. As he started to turn toward me I kissed his cheek and asked what he was doing.


"Oh I'm just in this group but I can leave it. I was just waiting for you."


"No, you're fine. I wanna watch."


"You sure? I really don't mind. I came to be with you, I can do this anytime."


"I'm sure. I like to watch you"


He chuckled but agreed to finish his group, I noticed his cheek was turning pink - I loved that about him. But I didn't want to think on it much so I turned my eyes to the monitor and watched his group. He felt so warm I began to rub my hands over his shoulders, gently massaging them. Hearing him sigh and feeling him begin to fidget, I knew this wasn't a wise decision.


"One sec hun, lemme grab something. I'll be right back" I said as I crossed to the bathroom and grabbed my brush off the counter. I wasn't sure if he'd like it, but I loved it and thought it'd be a safer choice then rubbing his shoulders. Returning to him, I began to brush the end of his hair - gently working my way to the top of his head where I stroked the brush through the full length of his hair. Despite the length of his hair, this task didn't take up nearly as much time as I hoped it would.


Getting impatient with the brush, I started brushing my fingers through his hair. I teased him a little about how jealous I was that his hair was longer than mine. I was sure he was pretty relaxed as I was able to turn his head by his hair. Oh to hell with waiting, I thought.


I ran my hand down his left arm as I whispered in his ear "I missed you today" and then I kissed his earlobe. My other hand found it's way over his shoulder and down his chest while I kissed his neck, licking that little spot behind his ear. He groaned again and began fidgeting some more which made my smile. I knew he wouldn't want me to right then, but I just couldn't wait any more.


Circling around to the front of him, I straddled his lapped and kissed his bottom lip. He pretended to ignore me, but the bulge in his lap made it all too clear he wasn't ignoring me. I kissed his jaw, his neck and whispered "I know you're busy and all but I lied. I'm tired of waiting" next to his ear.


Before I'd finished whispering, I felt one of his hands on my bare thigh as the other snaked up my back, under my hair to grasp my neck. He held me by the back of my neck, turned his face to mine and kissed the breath from me. Wrapping my legs around him, he grabbed me around the waist and stood up to set me down on the desk.


He had the shirt off of me as I regained the ability to breathe. Cupping my breast in his hand he rolled his thumb over my nipple and began to kiss a trail down my neck. Frantically I pulled him free of his pants, I had to have his skin against mine. As I took him in my palm I heard the air hiss from his mouth. Softly stroking him, he looked up at me and I smiled as I pulled him closer to me. A low groan escaped his clasped lips causing me to worry, it felt like he was ok but he looked pained.


As the worry deepened I let him go. He continued to stare at me with that pained look. The heartache I knew I'd have to deal with seized me. I gripped his waist to try and keep him next to me as I reached my free hand to his cheek.


"Hun? Are you ok?" I asked just above a whisper.


"No, I'm not. All this waiting you made me do. . . it's . . . I'm not sure I can. . . " Damn it, don't you dare cry now I told myself as he tried to explain to me what was wrong. I made myself let go of him as the tear started to slip out. I knew I had to say something but I couldn't find the words so I lowered my head in the hopes he wouldn't have noticed the tear.


To my horror, he pulled my chin back up and kissed me. His finger eased into me while I tried to comprehend what had just happened. It didn't take him long to realize I was well primed for him. He gripped my waist, looked me in they eyes and pulled me onto him. Gasping for breath, I grabbed hold of his shoulders for support. He chuckled as he felt my climax. His grip on my waist tightened as I tightened around him.


As my body began to relax against his; he smiled, wiped the tear from my face with his thumb and explained "Not sure I can wait for you to do that." Overcome with pleasure I pulled his face to mine and kissed him, sucking his tongue into my mouth as I tightened around him he tensed and I felt him shudder with the release I'd just felt.