He doesn’t respond, at least not verbally. But as I’m sitting up, the Santa hat boxers come flying through the doorway, and I burst out laughing.
I go to his closet and pull down an old Tridents T-shirt that looks soft and well-loved. Pulling it over my head, it barely covers my ass, but I was right. It smells like him and is extremely soft. Padding out of the bedroom, I find Dan in the kitchen, once again naked.
This time, he’s shaking his ass and humming under his breath, something that sounds like “Jingle Bell Rock” but not quite in tune.
I walk up behind him and grab both of his butt cheeks in my hands, squeezing them.
“Hands off woman, or no coffee for you,” he admonishes, pushing me away.
I back off, laughing. “Hey, you can’t parade that naked baseball booty around and not expect me to grab it. That’s just mean.”
He looks over his shoulder at me with a wicked smirk. “I knew you liked my ass.”
“Of course, I do. Have youseenyour ass?”
He pretends to dust off his shoulders. “I mean, I do spend a lot of time squatting.”
Turning back to the coffee machine, he pours two mugs before turning and setting them on the counter next to me. Completely nonchalant, as if his nudity is perfectly normal, he moves to the fridge and pulls out two creamers. One vanilla for me, and one…
“Is that sugar cookie creamer?” I ask, partly fascinated andpartly disgusted.
Dan pours a liberal amount into his mug and nods. “Hell, yeah. Yami convinced me to try it, and it’s delicious.” He passes it to me, and I take a tentative sip.
My eyes widen. “Woah.” He holds out his hand for his coffee, but I turn and pull it into my chest. “No. Mine.”
He just chuckles and gives me a wink as he doctors up the other cup the same way before putting both creamers away.
I take another sip of the sweetened coffee and close my eyes with a contented hum. “That’s so good.”
“I’ll stock up for us before they stop selling it.”
Us.
We’re anus. I love that.
My eyes flutter open to see him staring at me so intently, his eyes so full of love, I’m not sure how I missed it for so long.
“God, you’re so beautiful. I’ve dreamed of this. Of mornings spent with you wearing my clothes, drinking my coffee. It’s perfect.”
I set my mug down and step forward, sliding my hands up and around his neck. He meets me half way for a kiss, and I can taste the coffee creamer on him. I hear him set his cup down as well, and then his hands are on my ass and I’m lifted in the air. He starts to walk away, and I make a sound of protest.
“No, my coffee!”
Dan shakes his head, his stare intense, almost feral with desire. “Coffee later. I need to fuck you right now while you’re wearing my shirt.”
Well. Okay, then.
We spend the day being lazy. But when evening approaches and I start to feel antsy, I drag Dan out of his apartment for a walk. It gets cut short once we realize how many people are out for possibly the same reason.
After barely half an hour, we turn around and head swiftly back to his building.
“That was too people-y,” he says, leaning back against the elevator wall dramatically. “I don’t want to deal with people today.”
I giggle. “Aren’t I people? Are you saying you don’t want to deal with me?”
“Oh, I’ll deal with you. Don’t you worry.” He gives me a smirk.
I respond by stepping in close and sliding my cold hands under his sweater. He gasps in shock. “Damn it woman, warn a guy, would ya?”
