JP Writes

“Crap…”

I hadn’t really meant to mumble it aloud. There were other people around - well, in the next room at least. They could probably hardly hear me, anyways, but the last thing I wanted was to draw attention to myself. My social battery had begun to dry up, and I desperately needed reprieve from the loud laughter and half-drunken game play going on at the house party that Ragatha was hosting.

I loved my friends, and I loved our parties. But I got burned out quickly once things got rowdy. I needed at least a breather or two here and there so that I didn’t turn into a total buzzkill. Thus, I tucked myself away on a small couch in the next room over from where everyone else was having fun and playing a very convoluted game of pong, tapping away at my phone - trying and failing to string together two sentences while attempting to work on a story I was writing.

“What’s the matter?”

I jumped at the sound of the voice, my head rising to see Jax standing in the doorway. He wore a casual button up, appropriate for summertime and paired with flattering chino shorts that accentuated his long legs. An eyebrow was raised, and the lightest shade of pink colored his cheeks from the alcohol buzz he was undoubtedly nursing.

“Oh. Hey.” A flush climbed my neck, the nerves of our new-ish relationship still permeating my very being each time we saw eachother. Especially when he looked this good. I was still on cloud nine over the fact that he had asked me out, after months of crushing on him. “I, um…it’s nothing. Just thinking out loud.”

He rolled his eyes, sauntering over to me. “Knowing you, it’s never nothing. What’s on your mind?”

“It’s…a bit embarrassing…” I shifted in my seat as he drew nearer, plopping himself next to me close enough that I could already feel his body heat.

“Babe, come on. We’re dating.” He threw an arm over my shoulder, shifting even closer so that our hips touched. “I’m already well aware of how embarrassing you are and still wanna kiss your face. You have nothing to worry about!”

I nudged him hard, earning a slight grunt followed by a giggle. Still, I smiled, knowing he was right. He could be a real card, too, but that’s exactly what I liked about him. The realness. The fun. The sometimes cringe antics. It was oh so endearing.

I sighed, settling into his side and glancing back down at my phone. “Well, you know that story I was telling you about? The one I’m writing in my free time?”

He nodded. “Yeah, I remember. What of it?”

“I’ve…come to a certain point in the storyline that’s proving very difficult to write, for some reason.” I tilt my head into his. “And it’s a bit embarrassing because…well, it’s a sex scene. Which shouldn’t be embarrassing at all, but literally anything I try to write for it sounds clunky and corny!”

I huffed for emphasis, and he laughed. Then, he got a look in his eye. He glanced towards the doorway, then back at me.

“You know,” he mumbled, a hand coming up to rest along my thigh. “If you’re having trouble, I can help give you some…inspiration.”

My eyes widened at him. “What? Here? Now?”

His hand skimmed across the fabric of my jeans, up my leg and to the seam that covered the zipper. He fiddled with the piece of metal peaking out from beneath the flap. “Why not? We’ll make it quick. No one will know.”

They most certainly could know, if they chose any moment at all to walk into the room. But the way he looked, the scent of his cologne, and the trace amounts of booze still lingering in my system and rendering me relaxed and feeling more bold than ever - it all made it sound a lot more enticing than it should have been.

Plus, he was just offering to help, right? It was educational as much as it was…recreational. Plus, I could use the mental reset.

It was truly incredible how quick I was to justify his crazy ideas. But it was only ever to our collective advantage, it seemed.

Jax was cocking his head at me, waiting on an answer. I didn’t say a word. Instead, I set my phone aside, face down, and kissed him without warning.

We both hummed into it, the fruity taste of our drinks mingling on each other’s tongues as we immediately deepened the kiss. He leaned fully into me, hands coming up around my waist as mine found the collar of his shirt. The flames of fresh romance were set ablaze almost instantly, my core throbbing as he began insistently pushing me backwards, urging me to lie back on the couch. I obliged eagerly.

The both of us hardly paid any attention to guarding the door, listening for any sounds of approaching footsteps. We were lost far too fast, grabbing at each other and fighting for dominance even as his weight had me pinned to the soft cushions of the too-small sofa. He had to brace one of his long legs against the arm of the couch while the other stayed planted on the floor, giving him balance and leverage to begin slipping his hands beneath my thin tee shirt as he devoured my lips in earnest. I bit back a moan as his deft fingers peeled the cups of my bra down, just enough to begin pinching at my nipples. I returned the favor the best I could, running my hands up his back and underneath his shirt, causing him to shiver as I scratched my nails against his skin.

“Pants,” he rasped, lips leaving mine just long enough to speak before moving to begin nibbling at my neck.

I quickly got to work, clumsily unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans. I knew I couldn’t take them all the way off, in case we did get caught in the act and I had to hastily redress, but this would do.

Jax did the same with his shorts, pulling them down just enough to expose his member - already almost fully erect. The mere sight of it made me yearn for us to have somewhere more private to engage in our endeavors, so I wouldn’t have to hold back as I did now.

Still, once his hand found its way down the front of my underwear, his other hand tangled in my hair as he locked lips with me once more, I had no more complaints.

“Mmm,” Jax let out a groan as my hand found its way around him, his own hand faltering its movements for just a moment as I firmly stroked him. “God, you’re so good.”

I let his praise spur me on, even as his fingers worked their magic inside of me and made it exceedingly hard to attempt to stay quiet. I pumped him faster, letting our movements sync up as our kisses got even sloppier. Again, we had only been together for a matter of weeks, but the pent of tension of all those months of dancing around eachother only seemed to fuel the incredible chemistry we proved to have when it came to intimacy.

One particular twist of his wrist, and I let out a squeal that could have easily cut through the noise in the next room. I panted, breaking our kiss for just a moment to stare him in the eyes.

“Inside. Now.” I whispered fiercely against his lips.

His eyes widened in the dim lighting of the room, glossy and huge and with pupils that were so dilated his eyes looked almost entirely black. He glanced over at the doorway once more, but looked back at me with a wicked grin.

“As you wish.”

He watched patiently as I shucked my jeans even further down, until I could pull one leg out just enough to spread my legs. I was burning hot at that point, so I took a chance and raised my shirt up, as well, exposing my midriff and my bra - which still was peeled down just enough to expose my breasts. I held the edge of my shirt between my teeth, partially to keep it up and also to help muffle any more noises I may make.

Jax let out a strangled moan, biting his lip as one of his hands traced its way down my stomach and to the edge of my underwear. “Jesus Christ. You’re gonna kill me.”

“Less watching. More fucking.” My voice came out muffled around the cloth. “We don’t have much time.”

He nodded. Hooking one of his still-moist fingers into the edge of the garment, he pulled it aside just enough to expose my entrance. Licking his lips, he shifted up a bit, aligning himself the best he could with the awkward angle. I made an involuntary noise when I felt just the tip of him brush against my folds, and my breathing picked up as he nudged the opening.

With one last glance to the doorway, he began to slowly push himself inside.

We both hissed in pleasure as he entered, no resistance whatsoever keeping him from being fully sheathed within just a few seconds. Then, he did not wait long before bucking into me, his dick thrusting in and out of my entrance in such a way that he was hardly pulling all the way out. We locked eyes the entire time, mine already threatening to roll back in my head with just how relieving it was to feel filled with him, and how great he looked staring at me with an expression like that.

Jax was already having a hard time being quiet, biting his lip as he pistoned his hips into mine. His eyes were clouded with lust, lids heavy and fluttering with the sensation of my heat around him. He let himself rest on his elbows once a quicker rhythm was established, and he rested his forehead with mine as he fought to breathe while also finding my tits with his hands. He gave a squeeze, and I mewled.

“That’s it, baby,” he breathed, thumbing at my nipples in a way that made me see stars. “So fucking hot. So beautiful. Come for me, please.”

“Jax,” I whined around the shirt. “God, Jax.”

We said no more after that, grunting and panting and racing toward the precipice we both so desperately wanted. In the back of my mind, I realized we were literally on Ragatha’s couch, and I wasn’t sure how well we could avoid making a mess.

We would have to be prepared to stealthily get some cleaning supplies from the kitchen. We could say we spilled a drink. Yeah. Perfect.

With one last thrust, Jax buried himself to the hilt, shoving his face into my neck to avoid crying out too loudly. I writhed against him, mouth open and gasping as I too reached my peak. We almost never came at the same time, so the fact that it had happened now was even more thrilling and satisfying as waves of electricity rushed over us. The danger of getting caught really had also heated things up to a degree I didn’t think was possible.

Hmm. Maybe we should take risks more often.

Jax went limp against me as we both caught our breath. He was still seated inside of me, and where we were connected was warm and wet and comfortable. We could have easily stayed like this for awhile, but we both knew we had to right ourselves as quickly as we could before anyone could notice, and before anything…leaked onto the couch.

However, the moment Jax raised his head to prepare to get up, he froze. His eyes were locked on the doorway, pupils small, and I craned my neck to follow his line of sight.

There was a heavy sigh from Pomni, who stood looking at us with a very unimpressed expression.

“You guys really couldn’t help yourselves, could you?” She deadpanned, crossing her arms.

My face was on fire. I opened my mouth to offer a response, but she held up a pale hand to stop me.

“Don’t bother.” She lowered her hand. “I can’t fully blame you. There’s a reason it’s called the love seat, I suppose. Ragatha thinks it must have special powers, or something. You’re not the only people to…take advantage on it.”

My eyes widened, and I looked back up at Jax. He was similarly mystified, his face a dark fuschia.

Pomni just sighed once again, turning to leave. “I’ll get the upholstery cleaner, in case you need it.”

And with that, she disappeared. Jax and I were left to ourselves once more, struggling to comprehend exactly what had just happened. After a moment, Jax slowly pulled out, and I grunted a bit from the feeling. He quickly helped me pull my clothes back into place, then gave a small chuckle as he fixed his own.

“Well, on the bright side…at least it wasn’t Ragatha who caught us,” Jax quipped.

I rolled my eyes, but chuckled as I pulled my bra and shirt back into place and sat up. “Yeah, sure. But…let’s try our best to be more discreet.”

He leaned back into my space, giving me a quick peck on the lips. “Was it at least enough ‘inspiration’ for you?”

I rolled my eyes, bringing a hand up to caress his cheek and smirk at him.

“I dunno…maybe you can help me ‘experiment’ a bit more when we get back to your place? I think my story needs some more…variety.”

I had never seen his ears perk up so quickly.

“I’ll get my keys!”

Jax almost choking on his eggnog when he sees you walk into the party.

You were dressed up in a well-made Santa dress with opaque black tights. Make-up done perfectly to match the occasion with hanging bells for earrings. Hair done in a way it looks like you went to a salon just for the party, perfectly adorned with a santa hat. Being greeted by Pomni as you set your secret santa gift on the table.

Zooble tapping his shoulder to break him out of his stare, they're holding out napkins in their other hand.

He uses the napkins to wipe his chin and the little dribbles that made it onto his U\ugly Christmas sweater. The tiny lights blinked up at him as he dabbed the drink from the yarn.

“Well you certainly dressed the part.” He'd say when finally approaching you. You'd been the designated “Santa” of the night. Aka, handing out the gifts when it came time.

“Where's your hat?” you'd question him.

“OH, I forgot it at home.”

“Well that's okay. We have more to go around!” You walk over to Kinger's desk and pull out an emerald green Santa hat. Walking back over you ask if he wanted ear holes or not. He waves his hand before putting the green hat on his head. Getting a look at himself in the glass reflection, he notices the invisible sequins that covered the whole thing, giant circles reflecting light back while still showing the green fabric underneath. His ears poking out of the bottom of the back.

Him making an offhanded comment about your spouse not coming.

“Oh, I’m not married.”

“Fiance then?”

“I’m not seeing anyone.” you shove a forkful of potato casserole into your mouth, not thinking anything of it.

Gangle turns, butting into the conversation. “Really? I figured someone like you would have found a special someone already.”  Her ribbon hands adorned with thin gloves to match her knee-length sweater dress and santa hat.

You shrug as you swallow. “Nobody worth the time really. Or, I guess..” you blush slightly. “I guess there is one person, but I’m mostly focused on my career right now.”

“Oh, well, I hope we get to meet the lucky fella!” she gives a cat smile.

You smile a bit sheepishly before taking another bite.

Gangle leaves to assist Queenie.

“Dear god they really couldn’t be more obvious about it could they?” Zooble says offhandedly to Kaufmo, standing at the dessert table.

Kaufmo doesn’t even look up from the task: balancing a brownie ontop of the tiny plate of desserts. “I don’t think they even see it honestly. That’s usually how these types of things happen.”

“Seriously?”

He looks up at the reindeer. “Seriously. People are blind when they’re in it.” He looks their coworker up and down before glancing at Gangle, causing Zooble to blush partially as their eyes widen. “Just saying, I know you two are keeping it under wraps for now, but.” He picks up his hot chocolate from the table, and takes a sip. “It’s more obvious than you think.”

He was right. Gangle had thought of a cute game of ring toss using wreaths, and decided (for whatever reason) that Zooble should stand in as the pegs, using their reindeer antlers as goal posts. After they’d agreed to do such a thing it became glaringly obvious to the whole office that the two were at least really good friends.

Off in the corner by the office tree, Ragatha was going on about her latest failed date. Another online date where she didn’t really ask questions beforehand, preferring to have face to face interactions.

Meanwhile, others are admiring the portraits of the entire team on the tree, overall chatting, and enjoying the food and drinks.

Overall you enjoy the party, not really noticing how Jax’s eyes seem to wander to you whenever you weren’t near. He also didn’t seem to notice how many glances you’d steal despite both of you having a lack of awareness of your growing admiration.

Eventually everyone gets gathered to receive presents, with Ragatha helping you hand them out. To Jax’s disappointment, Ragatha was his secret santa. He was, however, grateful for the little desk calendar. It was a daily calendar full of motivational quotes, and attached to the stand was a place to fit a photograph. Ragatha had already taken the time to fit a picture of everyone from the last company meeting.

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You stay late to help with clean-up. At some point your hat ends up on the floor, and Jax carefully takes it, handing it to you on your way out. He turns off the lights, locks the door, and proceeds to walk you outside; he's assuming that the blush on your cheeks is from how cold it is.