I stand in the kitchen, leaning my elbows on the counter and shoulders hunched while watching the coffee slowly drop down into the pot. I woke up about fifteen minutes ago, rolled over into the spot you normally occupied, and sighed when you weren't there. I knew it was Friday which meant you worked when I did not, so... coffee it was. One of my favorite parts of any day is waking up and sharing a cup with you. Days like today are my favorite because I could hang around your home office the entire time I felt like it as long as I kept out of the way when you actually had to work.
Finally, the coffee pot was filled all the way and I took down two mugs, knowing you likely already had a couple before I even woke up. I fill yours up most of the way with just straight black coffee while I roll my eyes a little. I hated my coffee black; it needed to taste like something besides just bitter and acidic coffee. I enjoy some blacker roasts, but I want my coffee to be sweet on the tongue. I open the refrigerator, taking out my vanilla creamer, and pop the top to pour some into my mug. I use just enough to tan out the coffee and cut the acidic edge. I carefully put away the creamer, taking a little sip from my mug with a hum.
I carefully pick your mug up in my left hand and mine in my right and head downstairs. Your office was in the basement; working from home meant you needed the quiet. Since I normally woke up hours after you had to be up, it meant that it was also keeping me asleep. Although not as much lately as I had been setting my alarm for roughly just after you started your shift so that I could make us coffee and relax a little with you before I started my day. Seemed like a fair trade, when I constantly came home to dinner being ready.
I walked down the stairs drinking from my mug as my brain rolled over all those mornings when I came down and saw you and I instantly wanted you. It didn't matter what you were doing. You could be trying to strangle someone through your phone or typing away on a project with your eyes focused on the screen and that raw look of determination you got when you were close to finishing a particularly hard project, or even just your half-smile-barely-awake look as you thanked me for the mug that could do it. Sometimes I'd walk in, and you would already be ready for me. Meeting me at the door like you had been listening for me coming down the stairs and muttering 'fuck the coffee' before you pressed me into the door. Sometimes you woke me up in bed, hours before my alarm because you didn't want to wait for me to wake up. There were so many ways.
Didn't matter how, when, or where. I always wanted you.
My bare feet on the carpet felt nice and though I was still sleepy, I was looking forward to spending this morning likely reading in the corner of your office, but for that first bit before it got too busy, I could distract you. I had on a hoodie since it was cold this morning when I woke up and a pair of joggers. My hair was braided loosely down the center of my back. I smiled a little and once finally in the basement I trekked through the last few steps to your office. I could hear your muffled voice through the door and leaned in to press my ear against the door. I could hear you were on the phone and I sighed a little, adjusting both mugs into one hand. It was fine, probably a meeting, but I listened hard.
"Well... they'll need to turn in a system request at that point."
You sighed out, and I pressed my fingers around the door handle and turned it deliberately while trying not to make noise. If it was a video call, or a meeting in general I would return upstairs until you were done. I quickly shut the door behind me as the basement was cold. Your little space heater might have kept your office warm but it didn't do much for the entire basement. I leaned around the monitor, spying on you. You had your head in one of your hands, the other was holding your phone to your ear, and you looked a little aggravated. Considering you were making a face at your monitor and not looking particularly like you wanted to be there at all, it meant you weren't on video. Good for me. I offered you a smile and your eyes turned my way, smiling back at me. You lifted your head, rolled your eyes at the phone and then waved me further in.
I came around your desk, arranging myself between the desk and the side of your chair. I offered your mug to you and you took it, mouthing 'thank you' as you listened to whomever was on the other line. I eyed the screen of the phone on the desk and rolled my eyes. It was the boss lady. Not your direct boss, but the one who normally came to you with every stupid problem. She wasn't a fully mean person but she was difficult and no one else would deal with her but you. I took a long drink of my coffee watching you, and you raise your eyebrows over your mug at me before your half smile drops and you sigh.
"Typically, they do, but the last batch was only half filled out because they didn't have all of the information when they submitted, so... no."
You took a long drink of your coffee, and my eyes slide along the side of your face. You look back at me and offered me a more genuine smile setting your mug down on the desk beside the phone dock and lifting your hand to mockingly mimic a complaining person. I nearly laugh, taking one last sip of my coffee before setting the mug down on the side of the desk I was closest to. You swap the phone in your hands, and it opened you up for me. I lean in, pressing my fingers up over your brow and into your hair, fondly pressing your hair back, and down over the crown of your head and backwards. You're tilting your head into my hand and looking up at me. I lean in and brush my lips against your temple and across your brow. I could feel you breathing in and this close I could hear your boss talking, though muffled against your ear. Your free hand sliding up the side of my clothed knee, and then higher up by thigh. Drawing me in closer.
It wasn't morning until one of us said. So, I would wait for that at least and since you weren't shooing me out the door, I could stay here and drink my coffee and probably just sit against the desk, or maybe in your lap as you tried to figure out whatever problem she had. You shifted a little, hand dropping from my leg, swiveling your chair away from me a moment while holding up a hand and I lean back, picking my coffee back up. You were typing with both hands now and pulling something up on one of your monitors. I took another drink, casting my eyes around the room, you were typing away for a moment and then sigh loudly, a little grumble painting your voice.
"No. They'd just have to submit a supplemental request in that case. Not start it all over."
The last kind of call like this lasted nearly an hour, and while I didn't mind sitting in the chair off to the right of the room and near the space heater, I also really wanted my good morning. I had been thinking of putting my hands on you since I woke up. I set my mug back onto the desk with a little clink of porcelain on wood. I maneuver myself between your chair and the desk, leaning down to put my hands on the arms of the chair, looking at you with my eyebrows up, then looking down at your lap with a little smile, asking without asking, if you mind that I want to touch you. It was a pretty common look in our little language, but it was your boss, so I wanted to leave the option for you to say no.
You looked up at my face, then followed my eyes, then back to my face. I press the chair back a little with a push, and you don't hesitate to release the keyboard and mouse. I move my hands to your knees and slowly press on the insides of them, to spread your legs further apart, my eyes still on your face. You think a moment, looking at your phone and monitors, probably making sure there wasn't anyone that could see anything. I had considered that too, but I was modestly dressed and from the angle even if someone was on video call they would have already seen me giving you that soft kiss, so you were being a little paranoid. Which, fine. Satisfied, you nod your head slowly.
I grin, stepping back a little, and then sinking down to the carpet between your spreading legs. My hands slide from your knees and up the insides of your thighs, brushing up against the denim in a slow drag. You're watching every move I make, and I lean further in between your spread legs. There's just enough room for your knees on either side of my body which you press in, warmly against my sides, partially holding me in. I lift my eyes to yours and you cradle the phone a little higher up, lifting the receiver away from your mouth as my fingers climb higher, pressing into your groin with gentle probing strokes of each digit, which causes you to breathe a little harder. Good thing you moved the phone. I bite the corner of my lip, one hand pressing upwards under the loop of your belt and I ask again just with my eyes if it's okay.
Your acquiescence to my request is to lift your hips off the chair a little, pressing into my incessant heavy petting, and muttering under your breath with a heated look in my direction. I unhook your belt, moving both hands to unbuckle it slowly, and then unbutton your jeans. You help by tugging back your undershirt and buttoned fleece back away from where I'm working. One of my hands slides into the hair below your stomach, petting upwards towards your chest, then back down to where my other hand is pressing against your growing hardness.
I painstakingly lower the zipper, because I don't want to alert anyone to what I'm doing. I rub the pad of my thumb along the outline of your cock tenting against your boxers, a smile on my face as the heat of you sinks into my skin. You're humming to whatever she's saying on the phone as if agreeing while your free hand grips the arm of the chair. I ease my hand under the lip of your boxers, palm down to press into your warm skin and then I feel you... rock hard and hot against my fingertips. I gently cradle you and ease you out of your boxers, sinking back against my heels as I slide my fingers down your shaft.
"Yesss.... Oh, yeah, I'm fine. That's exactly what I was thinking."
