But it’s sooner than I would like, because I’m not eager to stop doing… well, whatever the hell we’re doing.
Since we started this project, Scott and I have spent about as much time fucking as we have working.
It’s been days and nights of sweating and panting. Feeling his hot breath against me, his hands clinging to my body as he needs me to fill him with my dick. Most of the time when we finish up, we’re so exhausted from the day of repairs that we just wind up on one of our blow-up mattresses, which I’m fine with. Hell, I don’t even see why we keep up the pretense of staying in two separate rooms. Although, the ruse is helpful for when Kate and Jordan come over to help out.
Dinners are quick and easy meals. Soups and microwavable dinners, which we’re getting tired of, but we squeeze in the occasional pizza or Chinese.
But as busy as we’ve been, I’m pleased that Scott’s been able to keep on top of his work. I don’t want to feel like this project is monopolizing his time. I know how seriously he takes what he does, and I wouldn’t want him feeling like I’m disrespecting that or thinking it’s any less important than my job, because it’s not.
I clean up the scraps in the basement—all the shit that’s collected since we threw up some beams for support and replaced some of the rotted wood on the foundation.
I hear footsteps coming down the stairs before Scott walks in and grabs some of the shit I’ve piled by the studs beneath the stairwell. We have to patch up the ceilings and floors a bit still and repair the cabinets, but this cleanup marks the conclusion of the more extensive work on the house, which is a fucking relief.
Scott’s not wearing a shirt. His body glistens from the sweat he’s accumulated throughout the day. His skin’s also tanned nicely over these past few weeks, and his muscles have bulked up—all of these things making him even hotter than when we first met. Not that he wasn’t hot as hell then, but it seems like working on this house has just made him that much more attractive.
He doesn’t even look at me as he continues collecting scraps.
This level of focus is why I think he’s so good at graphic design. Even when I see him just sitting at his computer, he is totally absorbed in what he’s doing.
He glances at me for a moment, offering a smile, his eyes lighting up in a way that makes me feel like he’s just excited about the prospect of this making it easier for us to fuck.
I size him up again, appreciating how delicious he looks. If we didn’t have so much to do right now, I’d distract him from his work and take him right here. I want to fuck his brains out. I want to give him my fat dick and make him squirm and sweat a little more, until his sweat and cum are dripping onto the basement floor.
Stay focused, I tell myself. But I don’t want to focus right now.
I just want him.
He’s about to leave when I call after him, “What do you say we do something tonight?”
His smile broadens. “Weren’t we already going to?”
I approach him. “I mean, I’m certainly not going to let a day go by without paying you, if that’s what you mean.”
“Ooh. I’m getting paid now, boss?”
This little boss/employee roleplay is something that we’ve joked around about for the past month and a half.
“Yeah. In buckets of cum.”
“This sounds like it might be sexual harassment, Mr. Bradshaw.”
“It is.”
I kiss him, and he gives right into it.
I like that about him. He submits to me. He doesn’t play games. or act coy like he doesn’t want it. He just opens himself up for me to pleasure in whatever way I choose.
My dick gets hard fast as I push him back against one of the studs under the stairway. A wicked thought rises within me, and he must have the same thought because he grabs my crotch.
He unzips my fly. “Well, well. Look what just sprung up.”
I kiss him as he pulls my cock out and strokes it back and forth. The lingering tension I’ve been feeling from all the work we’ve put into this house dissolves.
“You want me to suck you off, Mr. Bradshaw?” he asks, his expression deadly serious.
“I think I’d like that.”
I move in to kiss him, but he leans back and kneels down.
