Title: Relax
Pairing: Jim/Corey
POV: Jim
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Your hands move eagerly. You know you way by now. You know exactly how to get what you want.
Disclaimer: The following is a work of fiction. It did not happen. This fiction in no way represents people mentioned within. I do not profit from these stories.
A/N: Sort of sequel to “Tense”
”Mmmm I want you so badly.”
Your voice is husky and I can feel how you nuzzle your nose in my hair. The monkey wrench makes a ringing noise as I drop it on the concrete floor. You sure know how to distract me. I stand up and turn around. Your hands move eagerly underneath my greasy t-shirt. You know you way by now. You know exactly how to get what you want.
“But…”
I try to protest even though I know it’s no use. You love when I let you lead the way, to be in charge. And to be honest, so do I. You shake your head.
“No buts!”
“Cor, I’ve been in the garage all day. You could have come anytime but you get horny fifteen minutes before we have to leave. And I have to take a shower, can’t go like this….”
I’ve been working the entire day. I’m sweaty and greasy from my head to my toes. Can’t believe you find me attractive now. But it’s kind of a turn on, that you do.
“No buts!”
“Pickle head, we’re already running late because of your arguing,” I push you aside and walk into the house praying that you’re following. Not so much because we’re running late but because deep down inside I want you to pursue your seduction.
I reach our bedroom and you trail closely behind.
I sit down on the bed and begin to unlace my boots. You sit down behind me, kiss my neck, nibbling. You reach around my waist and unbutton my jeans.
“Let them wait,” you whisper. “It’s not like they have a plane to catch.”
I love the way you snicker at your own jokes. I just have to look at you. So I stand up. Your fingers find the belt loops in my jeans immediately and begin to tug them down my legs. You place your foot on the denim when they reach my ankles, keeping me from getting out of them. You pull off my t-shirt and push down my boxers. There’s no way I can deny that I want you. I’ve always wanted you. And you know it.
“Jim. Bed.”
I’m barely halfway there when you literally jump me, press me down, kissing the side of my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy it. You reach out, to open the end table drawer. You do it without even looking, your hand knows exactly where everything’s at.
The phone rings and you pick it up, holding the receiver to my ear as you begin your ministrations. Teasing. Perfect.
“He-hello?” I stutter, trying my best to sound normal and not so out of breath.
”Hi Jim. It’s Gretchen,” the well-known voice sounds happy. “I just wanted to check that you haven’t forgotten…”
“No!”
The small word comes out a little too fast and a little too loud, mostly because I address you rather than the caller. The warmth of your mouth and the way you so perfectly caress me with your lips. Distracting me in the loveliest way.
“No sweetie we’re on our way.” I try to sound reassuring. “Or I mean we were on our way but Corey forgot something and we had to go back. Kind of…”
I’ve never been good at lying, not even the white ones.
“So you’ll be here soon then?”
“Yeah, sure, see you soon.”
You place the phone clumsily back on the table.
“You naughty you…” I mumble.
“Griffin?”
“Gretchen,” I answer. “She sounded a bit stressed out…”
You ignore my comment and mumble something inaudible that sounds kind of like “back”. No words needed I know what to do. And so do you. My stomach’s fluttering in anticipation. You kiss says everything, that you want me, that you love me and that nothing is more important that this. Our love.
“You know I’ve been thinking about you all day.” You whisper in my ear, hot breath tickling. “Out in the garage. Working away at that shitty car, getting all dirty… Hot and sweaty. And I’ve been thinking about you, longing for you. To have you…”
You shift around, like you always do, trying to find a good position, like some bedsprings are better than the others, more supporting. I just wait, knowing that there’s nothing I can do about it. But I wait impatiently.
“We shouldn’t be doing this, you know.”
You’ve obviously found the best spot because you’re still. You look down at me, your hand on you hardness. I’m confused, trying to concentrate on what you’re saying but as always you distract me. Your hands are impatient and your lips eager.
“Best friends shouldn’t be doing stuff like this. And two guys, that makes it even more complicated…” You continue your eccentric reasoning but without letting it affect the way you’re pleasuring me. “This is so wrong, you know.”
“Not really…” I pant.
“Two old metal heads like us.”
You say it like it need no further explanation. You tilt your hips and I’m so close that all you have to do is pull out and I’m spent.
“It’s good to be bad!”
You speak when your breath has evened out a bit and my heartbeats slowly getting back to normal. I swear one day you’ll give me a heart attack. I really should quit smoking.
“Oh grow up will you!”
I look at the watch and realise that only ten minutes has passed. It felt like decades. Our decades. Yours and mine. Even though my body is so accustomed to yours, even though I know all your moves and where to place my hands, you have me spent in less than ten minutes. I still can’t resist you.
”You look like a overworked grease monkey. Take a shower for God’s sake. We have places to go to you know.”
You’re grinning contently and light a cigarette. I snatch it from your fingers and take two long drags.
“Shut up!”
Ten minutes later and with my hair still dripping wet we’re finally on our way. I’m driving with my right hand on you thigh and a smile on my lips. I look at the tattoo you had made for our one-year anniversary.
“I love you.”
I say the words. I say them every single day but I wish there were a better way to explain to you how I feel. All the things we’ve been through together, all the years, all my feelings. Three little words can never cover all that.
“Corey…”
There should be more but there aren’t. No words are sincere enough to describe what I feel for you.
“I know Jim.”
You look at me and I know you know. Of course you know. I park the car in the driveway and give you a quick peck on the cheek.
“Hi! Sorry we’re late.” You smile your most amiable smile and give Griffin a huge hug.
You offer no explanation to why we are late and Griffin knows better than to ask.
“Don’t worry dad but we better get going. We got a plane to catch.”
Griffin takes our bags and let us in to the house. He’s got your red hair and your lively eyes. You always tell me that it’s my tribute that he turned out as normal as he did. I’m thinking that you’re selling yourself short. But he he’s a great kid and I love him like he’s my own.
“Let me show you were to find everything.” Gretchen’s hugs are quick, she’s impatient to get going. “So this is where we keep the diapers and stuff, and here’s clean clothes, this is the hamper…” She walks around the house pointing things out. “All phone numbers are on the fridge…”
You and I nod to let her know we’ve listened and understood.
“Well I guess we’re ready then” Gretchen looks for Griffin. “If we hurry we might avoid rush hour…”
“So where’s Hannah?” I ask.
“Right here.” Griffin holds the baby as he walks out of the bedroom. “Mommy and daddy will be back in a couple of days. Promise you’ll be nice to granddad and grandpa.”