#notsoinnocentboyfried

It’s time for another mini fic.

Something is inspired within me with these atm & I am loving writing them. Lots of fluff, some Smutt, the most smutt I’ve done so far. Basically I started writing & couldn’t stop. Most of this is implied in your mind until we get to one point, but it’s not that graphic, we stop before that. Bit of swearing too. Once again it’s based on the photo & the situation it could be, it can me any man you want. Enjoy my loves. Let me know if I’ve missed something.

You told him you were eating at lunch time today, an important client needed to do a working lunch & they were willing to take you out to get these figures done. He not only knows that he has the day to do what he wants & eat what he wants, but that when you get in it will be later than usual & snacks will be needed. Your not going to drink though while at this lunch, even if the client insists.

When you get home he’s not there, but you can see that he’s brought snacks & that he’s done the dishes. But what you also notice is a large pile of paper & an old school iPod on the coffee table in the lounge. He’s got lines or a project that he needs to go over for someone & you can see the coffee cup there. He’s obviously gone for a run or just for a walk to refresh his mind, he needs that from time to time otherwise life does get on top of him. He doesn’t need that stress. But that’s when the lightning starts.

He does get in about 10mins later, drenched to the skin, as much as he likes to run in a cap & a baggy top, his curls are wet & that shirt is stuck to him, showing every defined muscle that you know so well. He knows you’re looking before you even make a comment or he looks your way. In seconds the shirt is off (taking the hat with it) & the shorts drop to the floor. While in his briefs he scoops up everything else & runs to the kitchen to put everything else in the machine. He grabs a juice from the fridge & gulps it down. He walks towards the stairs but comes past you while your on sofa starting your movie & opening the popcorn. You twist that curl that hangs down across his eye, before he brings his lips to yours. “Baby” you moan as your come up for air “the sofas new, don’t get it wet” but that doesn’t stop you going in to explore more. He takes your hand & runs it down his abs at the same time. “You’re too precious my angle” he coos before biting your bottom lip & leaving you in a state of euphoria, your hand had got to the waist band of his briefs, before he runs upstairs to the shower.

He’s back down in the jammys you got him last Christmas. He moaned when you said you needed a jammies christmas photo “for the gram?” He’d asked but since then he’s always worn them when he’s come in from a run. It makes him feel at home even if your not there or he’s away, it’s his connection to you. His hand ruffles your hair & you bring it to your lips for a tender kiss, he sighs at the warm for both your lips & your love. “Oh an indi black comedy I see” he points & is nodding at the tv “yea it’s the latest Iannucci, properly out there” he smiles, he loves your geeky film nerd inside you, & goes to get a coffee which makes you look at him questionably before he sits in the arm chair, at the other end of the coffee table. “I’ve got to read this babes, I’m going to be up for quite a while, this needs notes before I approve it & agree to be in the show” he answers without you even asking. You know each other so well that words aren’t needed. You nod & return back to your film.

You watch the next 35mins of the movie, which is so good & makes you laugh, but your eyes keep getting draw to his hand guiding over the lines & taking notes. Those hands are so delicate at everything they touch. Your film ends & you check your socials & then you go up to him & give him a snuggle before saying your off to sleep. “Don’t stay up to late my love, I don’t want you getting exhausted & stressed”. You kiss him a tender goodnight & you go upstairs, lingering a long look at him for as long as you can, before he’s out of sight.

You wake up. It’s 3am. The last time you looked at the clock it said 11:12. You turn over & see the gap next to you, is not only empty but cold & undisturbed. He’s still up, he’s still drinking coffee he’s still reading. You know he’s got a busy day tomorrow, so you throw on your dressing gown over your sleep shirt, your fluffy socks & head downstairs. There’s one small light on in the lounge & he is listening intently to the iPod. The papers which were so neat earlier is covered in post it’s & notes. The only saving grace is that there’s water by him & not caffine. He’s looking so intense but so soft.

You edge towards him slowly, from behind, he’s not yet noticed you, he’s so in the zone. You don’t want to disturb but you have to for his own sake. He clocks you about 3 steps away from him & you see his shoulder move. You slowly put your hand on his right shoulder & kneel down next to him removing his head phone. “Baby it’s late, this can wait” you whisper. Your voice makes him sigh, he can feel the warm from your throat hitting his ear & he shivers. “What’s the time my love is it half 11?” “Oh no, it’s past 3…” before you can continue you see his eyes dart at the clock. He knows he’s up far too late. “Fuck. I said to myself when you went to bed 90mins more at most. Sorry.” He pauses his iPod & takes the pen out, that was a behind his other ear. He had only towel dried his hair when he got out the shower earlier too, so the curls & whisps are everywhere, going in any direction they want.

He notices your dressing gown & takes it off & pulls you into his lap realising you are in your sleep shirt “if I’d known you were wearing your Christmas shirt I’d have come to bed sooner” he pulls you further into his grip & he takes his other earphone out. Yes you were wearing the green one that you brought for that photo. his eyes scan you from top to bottom & his hands start caressing your shoulders. “When was your last coffee?” You ask in your sleepy but lustfull awakening wanting to know exactly what to expect next. “I made one once you left, but I only got half way…” his hands have left your shoulders & have reached your neck pulling you further into him before your lips meet & your tongues dance together effortlessly but passionately “…down” he finishes a while later. His breathing hitches & your hands are now leaving his hair which they had been twisting while you embraced to his shirt. He checks to make sure his hands have got to your buttons at the bottom of shirt so he can start to undo them.

“Slowly” you moan, you’ve got one one button left on his shirt to go “people are crazy about you having a button allergy by the way babes” as you flick the last button open & bury your head into his chest. You feel his heart is racing just as much as yours. His sigh is heavy & deep. He smells of desire & a quick glimpse into his big puppy dog caramel eyes you can see them darken. Your head & kisses go to his bald patch on this beard, while your hands deal with removing his jammys from his shoulders. “Do they?” He hums he’s got 2 buttons left on yours but he’s started to rock a little in the chair so that your now straddling all of him. “ your sure you didn’t start that rumour?” He inquires & as you laugh & smile his lips find yours once more. You then feel a breeze, the last button is ready to be opened & go free. He then takes your feet & makes sure your secure before standing up with you holding onto him & wrapped around him.

You yelp in excitement & that’s when you realised why you had both started to rock with each other in the chair. It not going to be long before your are fully entwined in each other, not knowing where either of you end. Your lips are still attached , pecking & dancing, when you reach the stairs. For not many words since your 3am wake up, a lots been said. He slowly lowers you down onto the second stair “I know I’m loving the gym & the running but I can’t carry you up all those stairs in this condition” He mutters before his hand goes under the one button that’s left. “The only reason this button is still done up is because I won’t be able to control myself when it’s opened” He says that tugging it, but his hands are then tracing everything, your breasts, your stomach, your waist band of the boxer shorts of his you have on to sleep in. “Maybe you should have had another coffee my love” your eyes are filled with lust & desire, the sleep haze has truly gone now & you are ready for him to claim you passionately as he does so often. “Oh youre my only drug I need. No coffee, no wine, no weed. You. Youre so addictive” his whisper sound like silk sliding into your soul. You’re both walking up the stairs, you in reverse so you don’t take your eyes off him. You know your about to make him feral, you just need to time it to perfection.

Once both of you are on the landing you turn back to the embrace. He’s feverish & hungry for everything you can taste that on him. He’s moaning already a song that’s bliss to your ears. This is going to be intense when we get into the bedroom. He pushes you against the banisters & drops to his knees. He plants kisses down your legs before getting to the socks & smirking. “Do I… fuck…do” he’s stumbling, you’ve got him in the palm of your hands now. he will do whatever once you undo that last button, it makes your legs shake hearing him start to lose control. “Do I keep the socks on you?” He finally gets out. & then he feels your hands in his hair & the purrs. “Fuck oh yes” he’s lost in the bliss. But he hates it when you remove them & looks up pleadingly, but socks now aren’t on his mind. you step over him & get to the door frame while showing him the hands are now on that last button.

On his knees he twitch’s in anticipation. He didn’t know 15mins ago what the time was, but he & you both know your going to have make up excuses for being tired tomorrow or for being late. You turn your back so he can’t see that the last button is finally undone. You let out a small ooooh noise to make sure he’s paying attention, like there’s anything else he’d rather look at than you teasing him. You just turn your head slightly over your right hand shoulder & roll them, the shirt slithering off you & hitting the floor, much like his jaw. He’s seen them hundreds of times before but it still makes him crazy, the idea that what is his is now ready for his mouth to explore. You turn on the faint reading light in the bedroom & hop onto the bed, still not turned around to show him his perfection. You glance & see he’s still not moved. You feel sexy & powerful & you slowly turn around & his dark eyes fill with even more lust than they had in them before, which you didn’t know was possible.