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Work Song - Hozier
Noah
You have never known true pain until you’ve lived with blue balls for almost fifteen days. I mean, seriously?! It’s snowing like crazy, and I am craving a human touch to keep me warm. A certain human’s touch. A touch of a human who walks all around the place swinging her luscious curves in all the festive, christmassy outfits, bending down to pick stuff, putting that gorgeous ass on display, cooking behind my counter, cutting vegetables which makes her boobs shake so deliciously. I am not religious, but since it’s Orthodox Christmas time the first week of January, I pray with all I have to finally feel her.
I am basically walking around with a raging boner twenty-five hours a day. I don’t want it to seem like I am only lusting after her, but God damn it. She is so hot. So fucking hot. I know she worries about my broken rib, but I am almost healed, and even if I wasn’t, I won’t die from getting laid.
Or maybe I would…seeing how long it has been since the last time I had her.
She looks at me over the counter and winks, as if she knows what I’m thinking about. I glance down at my junk, thankfully covered by a throw pillow.
Over the last few weeks, she brought most of her stuff over from her place, and I hate to admit it, but this place truly needed her touch to become a true home. It now has the warmth it was always missing.
My father still refuses to surrender the cat, and I guess he enjoys the company and the lack of attitude she has towards him. The thing hates Jensen though. They might be fighting over dad.
I still have hard flashbacks, even though I thought I will never have those. I guess the brain is way more complicated than I thought. I was drugged. It must have left a deep and serious trauma in me. Even if I may not know it, my subconsciousness does, and for the first time in a long time I am actually considering going back to therapy. There is no shame in it, and it can only help. I am stranded between fighting it on my own and asking for help, but for one reason only. I want to remember, but I want to remember on my own terms. Every time the episode comes, I see a little further in the past, like the tape is rewinding, and I hope it uncovers the perpetrator soon.
Ronan reaches over me and places a big bowl of goulash and mashed potatoes in front of my face.
“Eat up, baby!” she says, kissing my cheek and rubbing my head. It still feels so weird to feel her fingers so close to my scalp.
“Oh my, you’re gonna spoil me rotten!”
“Is that so? I’ll see about that.” She throws a wink my way and goes back to pick up a bowl for herself.
She settles on a sofa next to me and we play one of the movies in the ‘top ten’ on Netflix. I try my best to focus on the movie, but the way she eats, licks her spoon, swallows… It's all too distracting. If someone told me ten years ago that I would have a hard time eating next to my girlfriend because of the painful boner in my pants, caused by the way she swallows, I would’ve probably punched them in the face.
I readjust multiple times, trying my best to hide the damn thing, but once she suddenly drops her hand into my lap, asking me to link my fingers with hers, it’s game over.
“Oh. I…am sorry,” Ronan says, semi-grinding the heel of her palm into my groin, before quickly removing it.
GOTCHA!I would call that muscle memory!
I try my best to play it cool, and stretch out without saying another word. I get up picking both of our bowls, taking them to the sink and filling them with water.
“I’m really tired. I think I’m going to wash up and head to bed.”
“Okay, baby. I will join you soon. I’ll clean up a bit!” she says.
Rushing into the bathroom, I close the door behind me, and turn the lock. I quickly shove down my gray sweatpants, thankful there was no leakage visible on the outside. My dick is literally drowning in precome, and I am truly grateful that the universe has prevented me from coming in my goddamn pants like a stupid teenager.
I step into the shower, letting the cold water fall over me, but it doesn’t calm my nerves, neither does it help with a boner. I squeeze hard at the root of it, digging my last piercing into my palm. No pleasure in almost two months. I haven’t touched myself since the last time she did it, and I sure as hell won’t do so now. I will wait for her. For when she is ready.
I rub a loofa all over my chest, hands and legs, and oh so gently wash my private parts. If I press too hard, I might not be able to stop and we don’t want that.
I wrap a towel around my hips and walk out to find her elbow-deep in dishes. Oh, the sentiment.
“Good night, baby,” she whispers against my lips after glancing down, my cock obviously, proudly bouncing between my legs, the poor towel barely able to hide it.
“Don’t let me wait for too long.” I kiss her back, wrapping my hand around her neck to hold her closer to me.
A tiny moan rolls over her lips, and she swats me away. I turn and head for the bedroom, shaking my head.
She wants me. That’s all I need to know.
I put on a pair of boxers, and stuff myself under the covers. My senses are so heightened, I feel like every single one of the thousands of threads in these sheets is caressing my skin, priming me for her. I hear Ronan move around the flat behind the closed doors, as my dick doesn’t stop weeping for her for, not even a second.
