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-Kitten
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"You know, I feel bad not getting you anything."
"Why? I just want time with you I don't need anything."
"Yeah, but that doesn't mean you don't want anything."
Lee was so weird about gifts. He would always get me something for my birthday, even when I begged him not to. So I felt awful when he told me that he didn't want me to get him anything this year.
"I want you. That's it. You've been so busy lately and I never see you."
He was right. I had been getting everything ready for my first demonstration. Since I was at the top of my class, the head surgeon decided it would be a good idea for me to show the new residency students the basics of a knee replacement. I was nervous as hell and I wanted everything to go perfectly. So, I had been reading up and studying every possible complication that can occur during surgery and how to fix it. I would be at the school for hours studying and reading. Drawing diagrams, making notes, and highlighting into the late hours of the night. By the time I got home, it would almost be time for me to go back to school and start my day all over again. And I would be up, showered, and gone before he even thought about getting up for work at 7:00 AM.
This morning was the first time I had really seen him in days. And it was the day of my demonstration. The head surgeon told me that since I had been working so hard to make everything go so smoothly, (as he had literally caught me asleep in the study lounge with a pencil in hand several times) he thought it would be a good idea if I just took the day off afterward. Since it was Lee's birthday and I had some prepping to do, I took him up on his offer.
"At least let me make you dinner."
Lee let out a slightly annoyed sigh.
"Fine. But nothing too fancy."
I lit up with excitement. I love to cook and at least I was able to do something for his birthday.
"What would you like? I'll make whatever you want."
Lee rolled his eyes at me.
"I don't care just make anything. You know I'll eat it."
This was true, Lee loves my cooking. But I wanted tonight to be at least a little bit special.
"Ugh. Just tell me what you want. You don't have to be such a hardass."
Exasperated, I rolled my eyes at him and walked toward the kitchen. I was a little annoyed that it was so hard for him to just let me do something special for him.
Lee followed me into the kitchen. As I opened the fridge to grab my lunch he wrapped his arms around my waist and rested his chin gently on my right shoulder.
"Ok. I'm sorry. I'm not trying to be a hardass I just miss you. You know I hate sharing you, even just with school. I really do just want time with you."
I turned around and he put his hands on the counter behind me, trapping me there and leaning toward me. His gaze met mine and we weren't even inches apart. I cupped his face gently and whispered against his lips,
"Apology accepted. Now what would you like for dinner birthday boy?"
A grin quickly spread across his lips. He moved his hands from the counter to my hips and he whispered back,
"You."
I giggled.
"Yes, yes besides that. What would you like to eat?"
He smirked again, wider this time.
"You."
I rolled my eyes and asked him,
"How does pepperoni pizza sound? With extra sauce just how you like it?"
"Sounds delicious, but I like my idea better. You're a lot more appetizing than pizza."
I giggled and leaned in. He met me halfway but to his surprise I bit his lip for a quick moment and let it snap back. He let out a low groan.
"Don't start something you can't finish. You wouldn't want to be late for your demonstration."
"Wouldn't dream of it."
I grabbed my keys, my lunch, my bookbag, and headed out the door. Before I left I stopped and looked at him.
Lee was extremely handsome. He was tall with lustrous dark brown eyes, thick dark brown hair, and a trimmed jawline. He had strong hands and a well trimmed body as he worked out during his free time. The only thing he was wearing was a pair of black boxers. He was quite an impressive sight. I looked his body up and down, and a feeling of desire started to overtake me. I hadn't noticed that he was hard until now- and it took every ounce of self control to not drop all of my stuff, tackle him to the floor, and wrap my mouth around his cock right then and there.
He noticed I was staring and slyly walked over to me with a grin on his face. Now inches away from me, he ran his fingertips down my arms. His touch sent chills down my spine. Everything I had in my hands fell to the floor- like magic.
He pressed his hips against mine and raised a playful eyebrow at me. I could feel him oozing precum through his underwear.
"You're gonna get precum on my scrubs."
"Is that really what's on your mind right now?"
I looked down and blushed. He knew I was trying to distract myself from the fact that he was pressing his hard cock against me and he was having none of it.
I reached into his underwear and planted soft kisses on his chest. I could hear him smile as he gently caressed the back of my head, and kissed my forehead. I began to stroke him slowly, first starting at the tip and sliding the precum all over his cock- using it as lube. I focused more toward the tip and he let out a quiet groan. I then slid my other hand in his underwear and started using both hands to stroke him.