Shibari Auction House: Jack by Michael Sean

Author:Michael, Sean [Michael, Sean]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Changeling Press, LLC
Published: 2012-01-06T06:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

JF woke up slowly, fighting it every step of the way. He accepted mornings begrudgingly, and weekends were the time he could sleep in.

He could hear slow, laborious typing from somewhere in the distance, could smell coffee. He was in the bed on his own, though. Which was wrong, right?

Of course, his new boy was in construction and had shown signs of being tired after eleven p.m., so he must be a morning bird.

JF got up and stretched, found his robe and slipped it on as he headed toward the awkward sounds of the keyboard.

Jack was in his clothes from last night, cup of coffee in hand, slowly typing on the laptop. The man’s hair was down and wild, beard bushy. He looked like a wild thing, and JF smiled. He would have to tame the beast. “We need to go shopping.”

“Hmm? Good morning. Coffee?”

“God, yes. You figured out that machine?” He’d finally given up and usually picked up a cup from Starbucks on his way in to work.

“Yeah. I needed a cup and didn’t have a shirt, so it wasn’t like I could go out and buy some. How do you take it?”

“Black. Please.” He nodded at the computer on his desk. “Email?”

“Yeah. Wanted to check on my mom, turn down a job for next week.”

“You should let people know you won’t be taking jobs for the next three years or so.” Hell, the man would have a nice chunk of change in the bank when his three years were up. And who knew, maybe something more would have grown between them. He already felt more for Jack than he’d expected to, closer somehow.

Jack nodded. “I wasn’t sure what to do, exactly.”

“Well, I’m not much of a morning person -- but you can always wake me with a blow job.”

“I… I’ll keep that in mind.” Jack stood, went to the kitchen and fetched JF a cup of coffee.

JF sat in the easy chair near the fireplace and smiled at Jack as his coffee was handed over. “Are you finished with the computer?” He’d have to get Jack his own laptop. JF had a hunch he would be showering this man with gifts, little tokens of affection.

“Yeah. I was just messing around.”

“Then you can come here with me.” He shifted, the chair more than large enough for both of them to sit in. If they were close.

Jack looked at the chair, then carefully sat, perched on one corner. “This okay?”

“No.” He put his arm around Jack’s shoulders and tugged him in close. “This is okay.”

Jack was stiff, frowning, but JF didn’t stress it. The man would learn. He leaned in for a kiss. Jack seemed to like them. The beard and mustache tickled JF’s lips, and the lips underneath were silky soft.

“I’m thinking of making you shave this.” He was more interested in what Jack’s reaction would be than in actually doing it.

“Why?” Jack’s response was quiet, lips tightening.

He shrugged easily. “I don’t usually go for men with beards.”

“I have had it since I was eighteen.

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