woke up with this in my head. not complaining (too much).
itty bitty ray/ray almost-kinda pr0n, probably has nothing to do with the big damn epic thing.
Kowalski slides into bed next to me. I blink and check the clock. Quarter to seven still. A little early for him lately, and I say so.
"Complaining?" He asks the back of my neck.
"No."
"Good." His arm comes around to hug my chest, and he plasters himself up against my back.
"Got me right where you want me," I say through a yawn.
"Not quite."
"Hm?"
"If you were right where I wanted you, you'd be between my legs with your cock up my ass."
So I flip him over and he grins and I fuck him. Far be it from me to disappoint the man. Especially after a hard d-- night's work.
He flops back, totally relaxed and boneless, half-asleep already. "Shift work sucks."
"Yeah. You're lucky I like doing it in the morning."
"Morning my ass."
And then he really is out. I kiss his cheek and get up to start coffee.