Lee gets me up for work. I forgot to set my alarm, a rookie move, but to be fair, I'm not used to sleeping over someplace else so often. I think I've spent more nights at Lee's house in the few weeks we've been dating than I have in my entire life except when I lived with Jace, which in my opinion doesn't count. Lee doesn't even have to work, he set his alarm to make sure I didn't oversleep, which is sweet, and appreciated.
And, like the amazing person he is, he has breakfast for me, some type of orange and bran muffin that tastes better than it looks and a cup of coffee, black. I look at the clock and sigh, I don't want to leave.
"You know, I could just call off..." I suggest, refusing to get up from the table until the last second.
"You're not calling off," he tells me, looking up from his phone. "I don't want you to get in trouble because of me."
"I'm not gonna get in trouble if I call off today," I say. "I mean, I have sick time."
Lee gives me a look and I sigh. "Is this because of what happened with your favorite apprentice?"
I flinch, he's hit the nail on the head. "Not just. I mean, I never want to leave your house, Lee, so there's that, too. But... Maybe a little." Maybe a lot, but I'm trying not to think about it.
The genuine smile he beams at me makes my heart skip a beat. "Well, I never want you to leave, either, but we both have jobs..."
I sigh. "I wish our schedules matched up better. I hate not seeing you for days, and I hate working on days you're off, like...." I trail off, knowing it sounds clingy, but it's too early for my filter to have booted up yet.
"It just makes the time we get together better," he says, and I wish I had his confidence and upbeat attitude, but I don't on a normal day, and especially not today. "We have tonight, if you still wanna-"
"I wanna," I interrupt before he can dismiss it. "I do. I mean, I'll just come back here, after I grab some clean clothes and stuff."
"You're more than welcome to use my washer, if you needed."
"Maybe later, I didn't bring a lot with me, like, I didn't want to assume..."
"It's fine, or, if you wanted to have some time by yourself, I get it.'
I shrug. "I have enough alone time as it is. Still, I need to get to my house for some essentials. You really don't mind me sleeping over all the time?"
He blushes. "Nope." He looks like he wants to say something else, but he doesn't.
I'm suddenly salivating, thinking about Lee's perfect cock. "Do we have time for a, um, morning, um, fun times?"
Lee tilts his head and considers it, then looks at the clock and frowns. "As much as I love the thought of you deepthroating me before work, you're gonna be late at this rate."
It makes my heart a lighter, but then it sinks again when I check the time again. I sigh. "I guess I should get going..."
"It'll be fine, just do your job and keep your head down, right?"
I shrug with half a shoulder. "I guess, but..."
"But?"
I sigh again, tired of sighing, but here we are. "But... Donnie's mad at me. I've never had a fight with her before, and, she's like, my only advocate, other than Bill. I just... I really don't want to go. Like, just for this week, right? Okay?"
He shakes his head. "Nothing is gonna be different next week, even if you call off for the rest of this week, right?"
He's right, and I hate it, but it's true. "I'll just find a new job."
"Now you're overreacting," he chides, but gently. I frown and he stands up, then takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. "Go to work so you can get the day done and then we can hang out tonight?"
One more sigh just for good measure. "Fine," I relent, feeling like a petulant teenager. "But I get to say 'I told you so' when my day sucks."
"Try not to already have your day pre-planned as 'bad', and you may not have a bad day?" Lee suggests.
I go to argue, then stop, pursing my lips, annoyed at myself. "Fine. I'll try, how's that?"
"Good enough." Lee smiles with half of his mouth, a teasing smile. "Maybe I'll reward you if you're a good boy today..."
I don't know what to say to that, and in order to keep my little man from sprouting I turn on my heels and find my boots. I look over my shoulder as I'm lacing up my left boot to find Lee leaning against the wall, a steaming mug of coffee in his hands. It's going to be etched into my memory forever, he's so sexy and beautiful and amazing in this moment my heart seizes and stops, then restarts faster than before.
I lace up the other boot, avoiding staring at Lee, I could stay right where I was and stare at him all day. It's tempting, but I stand up and grab my keys off the hook by the door. "So, yeah. Going. To work."
Lee chuckles as he walks towards me. He leans in as my hand closes over the doorknob and kisses my cheek, a quick peck, but it has me immediately longing for more. "Get going, then," Lee says, and I can tell by the tone of his voice he's teasing me.
I love it. "See you later?"
"Yup. Try to have a good day," he says, then sips his coffee.
"Will do," I say, and I really do mean it.
I wanna say something else, but I don't know what, and Lee looks the same, so after a few seconds of awkward silence I open the door. I immediately get blasted with a face full of heavy, humid air and want to turn around, shut the door, and never leave.
Instead, because I'm a freaking adult who can handle shit like bad weather and stupid interns and upset work friends, I march to my car. I don't even look back, because if I do, I'm worried I'll just curl up in Lee's arms and forget I even had a job.
It's tempting, but now I'm driving, thinking about how Lee might reward me if I'm a good boy at work, then thinking about converting voltage so I don't fully engorge my half chub. My mind wanders, then lands on how upset Donnie was with me yesterday, and every mile to the site has my stomach feeling tighter and tighter.
I get stuck by a train on a road my GPS sent me down as a 'shortcut', it makes me a few minutes late to work, so I've already missed the general mulling around before the shift. It's a bit of a relief, actually, I don't have to see Donnie or Jon no H first thing. The thought flares my temper, then fills me with shame, which flares my temper even more.
I start the day feeling petty, dodging Donnie and Jon no h. It's stupid exhausting, and soon I give it up, forcing myself to think about anything else. Of course my mind lands on Lee, and then I'm making a mixtape for him in my head, something I used to like to do back when CDs were still a thing and you couldn't just get any song you wanted any second of the day. By lunch I had about five songs I was certain would be on the list, and another ten that I needed to listen to just to confirm they fit the theme, and that they flowed together well.
The day surprisingly flies by and by the end of the day I'm ready to make a Spotify playlist for Lee. I'm battling with myself if I'm actually going to share it, what if he thinks it's stupid? Still, I sit in my car for half an hour after work, still onsite, pulling it together. It didn't feel right to leave without getting it all out of my head.
On my long drive back I think up three more songs to add, which I do in my driveway when I stop by the house to resupply. When I get out of my car to head inside, I use the side door not the front, I see an envelope taped to it. The envelope makes me hesitate, filling me with dread in an instant.
My name is written on it, I'd recognized that handwriting anywhere, Jace's messy, blocky scribbles. I take a deep breath and look around, but I don't see anyone, and I don't see his obnoxious car, so I try my hardest to let it go. It's harder than I want to admit, but I know Lee is waiting for me, so I focus on that and leave the letter exactly where I found it.
I'm in and out in five minutes, checking to make sure all the doors and windows are locked, and that the air conditioning is on enough for my house not to turn into a sauna, but also not drive up my electric bill. I actively work to avoid looking at the letter, as if not acknowledging it would unmake it. Still, it works enough to get me back into my car without touching it, and, with Lee at the end of my ride, I'm highly motivated to get moving.
I listen to the mixtape Spotify list on my way to Lee's house, and it's good. I'm pretty impressed with it, though I need to move some songs around on the list to make sure the transitions are good. I'm not even a third of the way through the list when I pull into Lee's driveway, and I'm wondering if it's maybe too long, but then I see Lee sitting at the little table on his tiny porch and I don't care anymore.
He's reading a book and sipping something that looks like lemonade. The glass is sweating condensation from the heat and humidity, it's dripping on the concrete through the wrought iron lattice of his table. He looks up as I get out and smiles, raising his hand for the tiniest wave. It's adorable.
I wave back as I approach his porch, my duffle bag on my shoulder. "Ah, heya," I say, cause I'm real smooth like that.
He stands up, putting the book jacket between the pages he's on, then closes the book. "I was gonna text you, but I didn't want you to think I'm, ah. Clingy?"
"Sorry, I stopped by the house to pick up some stuff, and I wanted to make sure I locked up tight."
"Please don't apologize. Did you wanna sit out here, or, I mean, we could go inside, if you'd rather." He tilts his head to the side a little and bites his lower lip, just the left corner of it, and I've come to realize it means he's nervous.
"Whichever you prefer," I say, shifting the bag on my shoulder. "Do you mind if I drop this off and get changed first? I'm kinda grimy, but I didn't shower at my house cause I wanted to get here sooner."
"Of course, sure. We don't have to sit outside. I was just feeling cooped up."
"Sit, Lee. Enjoy your book. I'll take a quick shower and be right back out, okay?"
He nods and sits back down. "You sure?"
"Absolutely. I'm just gonna borrow your shower for a sec, if you don't mind."
He shakes his head. "Help yourself," he says with another nod.