It wasn't early in the morning by most standards, but the blizzard outside and the cloudy skies made it seem as if the sun had yet to rise. The pair of them shambled about in their pajamas, looking like a couple of sleepy kids. Jen's long brown hair tumbled down her shoulders, curling gently against her back, the strands occasionally adopting a fiery hue in the dim light. She wore a tank top, the kind made for thicker girls to sleep in- featuring a built in bra that kept her breasts where they should be. She paired it with her favorite flannel pajama bottoms, the soft fabric having a bold plaid design in blues, the simple garment strangely complimenting her eyes. She stood with a coffee cup in her hands, watching as Tyler played a video game.
He had a headset on, the band of it messing his sleep ruffled hair up all the more. Glasses were perched on his nose as he paid attention to the game, only occasionally speaking sleepily into the headset. Jen leaned against the wall, a smile on her lips as she observed him. His dark eyes were focused on the screen, which lent an odd light to the shadow of a beard forming on his cheeks and jaw. His fingers flew over the keyboard as he worked to do his part in the game- which had nearly twenty other players depending on him to keep them alive.
She was used to it, they both played the game. However, when it came to 'too early' playing it was always he who did the job. She lacked the patience for it. Then again, it wouldn't have been 'too early' if the two of them hadn't stayed up until the wee hours of the morning. She smiled as she thought about the late night hours.
Tyler looked up to see Jen with a familiar grin, the kind that usually led to trouble. Her dimples were just barely visible as she looked to him, distracting him from the game with just a mere glance. In the dim light he could only just barely make out the freckles that were dappled over her chest and shoulders. He made a mental note to count them at some point, something he'd tried to do a million times. "What are you grinning about?" he asked, turning his eyes back to the game.
She shrugged, taking a sip from her coffee. "You." She answered simply. On the screen the boss was downed and all the players took a moment for a break, Tyler took the chance to turn in his chair. He wore pajamas not too different from hers, though they had obvious adaptations made for men. He beckoned her to him by simply lifting his arms a bit in her direction, and she instantly stepped forward.
Jen settled her coffee onto his desk before leaning down and letting her nose brush over his. The kisses were soft, and sweet, with his hands sliding around her form to pull her all the closer. Soon the voices over his headset were calling him back to attention, and Tyler reluctantly detached from her to get back to the game. Some would take this as a sign that he didn't want to spend time with her, or that the game was more important. That wasn't the case, though. These other players were their friends, and it would be poor form to abandon them.
Jen's gaze played over his familiar form, and then slowly settled to her knees beside him. He spared her a curious glance, his brows furrowing as she shamelessly began to unbutton the fly of his pajamas. "What are you up to, miss?" he asked as he casually scooted his chair back a bit to allow her room.
"Just teasing you some." She replied quietly, moving to settle more between his legs. Tyler let out a quiet grumbling moan as her fingers casually reached into the fabric to stroke over his length. Jen looked up at him curiously and grinned, listening to him as he tried to keep his voice steady as he replied to a question on the headset. Gentle fingers stroked over him slowly, curling about his length to coax it into life. Her thumb played at the tip, slowly rolling over the slit there to tease him just a bit. A gasp sounded from him, and his flesh lengthened steadily. A victorious smile spread her lips, and she leaned forward to hook her fingers into the waist band of his pajamas. Tyler let out a little grumble as he moved, lifting enough to let her pull the garment down his thighs- to tumble around his feet.
Soft fingers stroked over his right thigh, wandering from knee to hip as her right hand encircled the base of his length. Slowly she ran her tongue over the tip, a gentle hum escaping her as she took in his flavor. Tyler's breath came a little quicker as she pulled the fleshy tip of his length into her mouth, her cheeks hallowing in as she suckled gently upon it. The slickness from her mouth made the glide of her fingers easy over his veined shaft, and soon she had him exactly how she wanted him: throbbing and wanting.
