Coffee, Him And Me

by Sistine

URL: http://www.area52hkh.net/ass/sistine/coffee.php
Summary: Coffee, Jack and Daniel, and a hint of sex

Is there anything better in the world than coffee? I love it - the good stuff though, not the cheap stuff. Some people say I'm addicted to it and they are probably right - this is my eighth cup for the day. Or is it the ninth? Anyway, it warms me inside and out, and it tastes like chocolate velvet. If you get the right kind, it even looks like velvet.

Much like Jack's eyes actually. They are warm and chocolaty too. I love Jack's eyes. Sometimes when he looks at me, he can make me feel all warm inside. It's a nice feeling; I think I'm becoming addicted to that too. Why else would I be here watching hockey with him?

"Yes!" Jack shouts and swings his arms out wide. His hand knocks mine and coffee spills down my shirt. My favourite blue-checked shirt. And the coffee is hot. "Did you see that?" he continued, oblivious to what he had just done.

I put the mug down on the table and hold the shirt away from my skin. "Very nice, Jack," I reply, not having the faintest idea what he is on about.

He turns to me then and sees what he had done. "Oops. Sorry, Daniel. I'll clean that up." He grabs my wrist and leads me into the laundry room. "It'll only take a few minutes." He starts the water running into the sink.

I unbutton the shirt, then take it off and hand it to Jack. I'm a little surprised by this - Jack usually tries to avoid doing any laundry.

Jack quickly rinses the coffee out before it can stain, and throws the shirt in the wall dryer. Then he turns to me. "Sorry about that, Danny," he says, his eyes continuously drawn to my bare chest.

I shrug it off, although I can't easily dismiss the way he is looking at me. "It was an accident."

Before I can blink, he crowds me back against the washing machine, his hands at my waist. "Jack?" I ask tentatively, uncertain as to what he is doing.

He says nothing, just leans in to kiss me.

My body starts tingling from head to toe as Jack's lips slowly move against mine. I raise my hands to push him away but somehow they just end up resting on his chest. His firm, nicely muscled chest. I can't believe it - Jack is kissing me! My best friend is kissing me! Okay, I'm kissing him back but that's not the point. Jack is kissing me!

He's good too. The pressure is just right and... and now he's using his tongue! Featherlight touches over my lips then across the roof of my mouth as I open to him. That calls for retaliation so I twist my tongue around his, trying to capture it. It's slippery though, so I have to keep persevering.

When did my leg wrap itself around Jack's? I'm sure I should have noticed it doing that. I can feel something hard pressing against my groin - my, Jack really is a big boy! That bulge I can feel is very impressive. I think I might be jealous.

Without pausing for breath, Jack lifts me up so that I'm sitting on the washing machine - I hope it can support my weight. My legs automatically wrap themselves around his waist, trapping him close to me. My hands slide up into his hair as his glide down to my ass. The kneading motion he starts up feels so good.

Jack draws back slightly. His breathing is as ragged as mine. "God, Daniel!"

Not quite but I'm flattered he thinks so. "What is this?" I have to ask. I have to know for sure.

"An impulse," he replied. "One I've been trying not to give in to."

"Why?"

"Because I wasn't sure if you loved me too." He pulls me closer to him. "Now I am."

I think it was my naked chest that did him in. I unashamedly press real close. "Maybe I'm just horny."

Jack shakes his head. "I know you." He smiles. "What's say we go do something while the shirt is drying?" he suggests, desire shining from his eyes.

He will have no complaints from me. If Jack has decided that he loves me and wants to make love with me, I have no objections whatsoever. I might even forgive him for spilling coffee on my favourite shirt.

Maybe.