The wait until Wednesday is killing me. Lee and I talk every night, and we send each other texts and everything is perfect, but I'm lonely and horny and missing him, which is crazy because I didn't even know him a week ago.
I know it's too soon to be love, but I'm definitely infatuated. And, despite everything, Lee seems to be genuinely interested in me, too. He's seriously the nicest guy in the whole world and I don't know why he's interested in me at all, but he is, so I'm not going to waste it.
My phone rings as I'm getting ready for bed, I'd been expecting it. I catch it before the second ring. "Hey," I say, smiling so hard it almost hurts.
"Hey Cody," Lee says. "How're'ya now?"
"Eh," I say, pursing my lips. "Better now."
"Hmm," he purrs. "Me too."
We get into small talk, how was work, the mundane, yet fascinating, parts of learning who a person really is. I tell him about the raccoon in the walls of the old house I was working in today, and how I freaked out when it chased me. He laughs, which is what I was going for, even though earlier today it hadn't been all that funny. He tells me about the lady who let her three children knock down half the store of demo glasses before he kicked her out, then how she flicked him off when she thought he wasn't looking.
"I miss you," I say into a short silence between us.
"I miss you, too, Cody," he replies, one hundred percent genuine. "But, I'll see you tomorrow still, right?"
I sigh. "Yeah, but I've got work until at least six tomorrow. Big project with a stupid deadline I gotta get done tomorrow or I might have to go in Thursday, too."
"Hey, don't stress," he says, sounding slightly less happy, but he's hiding his disappointment rather well. "Work comes first. I don't want you rushing or anything and then getting hurt."
"I won't," I say, wanting to be offended but not actually offended at all. "I just wish I could see you sooner."
"Me too, but we're both off Thursday as long as you get your job done, so if we can't meet up tomorrow night it's not a super big deal, right?"
"I guess," I say, unable to hide my disappointment as well as Lee. "I'm just... I want to see you again is all."
"Me too," he agrees. "We'll see each other soon." His tone drops a whole octave and I'm instantly hard. "Have you touched yourself today?"
"No Sir," I reply, my throat insanely tight.
"Good boy, Brat," he praises. My face is burning and my butterflies are all in a tizzy. "Doesn't mean you get out of punishment, just means you don't get more."
"What if I want more?" I ask, my voice hoarse.
Sir chuckles. "You don't even know what you want yet, Brat. Behave and I'll make it worth it for you."
'Yes, please, Sir," I say, one hundred percent interested in Sir's promise.
"Miss you, Brat," he whispers.
"Miss you, too, Sir," I whisper back. Neither of us talk for a bit, but I can hear him breathing on the other end. After a while I find I'm nodding off, which jerks me awake, but I'm tired. "Sir?"
"Yes Brat?" Lee asks, also sounding a bit sleepy.
"I should go to bed, prolly."
"Mm-hmm," he hums. "Me too. Good night, Cody."
"Night, Lee."
I hang up and put my phone on the charger, then snuggle into bed. The second my head hits the pillow I'm out.
Later I'm dreaming, I know it's a dream because it's super weird. Lee is there, wearing a black cat suit, or maybe a superhero suit. He's so damn sexy that I can't even look at him directly, it literally blinds me like a sun flare.
"On your knees," dream Sir says.
I fall to my knees and under me the ground is like marshmallows, and I can suddenly smell the sugary sweetness of it surrounding me. "Eat it, Brat," Sir demands.
I look down at the marshmallow floor and whine, not wanting to disobey, but also not wanting to eat the floor. Sir's hand threads through my hair and smashes my face into the floor, but it doesn't hurt or anything because it's marshmallow. He holds me there, then tugs at my pants until my ass is out.
"You want this dick?" he asks, pulling my head back by my hair with one hand, pushing my shoulder to the ground with his other. Somehow he's also stroking my crack with his precum-slicked head, too.
"I want your dick," I say, or at least try to, but he shoves my face into the marshmallow floor again and my mouth fills with something spongy. I can't see his dick, but I can tell it's big, like, really, ridiculously big, and now I'm worried that I won't be able to take it.
"You can take it, Brat," he tells me just before he shoves himself inside me as deep as he can go in one slick thrust. I cry out and then I'm coming and coming and then I wake up still coming. Once I can think properly I realize what I'd just done, the uncomfortable dampness in my shorts indicating that my dream orgasm was a real orgasm, too.
Fuck, I was so backed up I was having wet dreams. Sir is gonna punish me, I just know it. My stomach fills with dread, and also nervous glee. The corner of my pillow is soggy, explaining the marshmallow spongy-mouth. I'm filled with shame, but also I can't wait to talk to Lee, to tell him, or rather force him to make me tell him about my nocturnal mishap.
I check the time and find it's way too early to be awake, but here we are. I get up and get ready, already irritated and sexually frustrated before I begin the day, and oh man, it is the absolute worst. Wednesday is the last day for this big project, rewiring the whole floor of an office building that's also in a building designated as a historical preservation site. It has to be done today, there's no way around it, and it's a shit ton of work, so I'm ready to just hunker down and get it done.
I already knew it was going to be a long day, and that was before my boss Bill decides his nephew, Jon with no 'h', should be my apprentice, like, just this morning. Lee's waiting for me at the end of today like a beacon of light at the end of the tunnel. So, fine, whatever, okay, I just need to get this done.
But, it's not okay. Not at all.
Jon-no-H doesn't have any tools, and I am sure as hell not going to let him use mine without knowing him, I've made that mistake before. So, I send him to the truck to get the spare toolbag, some caps, and electrical tape and instead he disappears for almost an hour. I ignore it, figuring I'll just do the work and to hell with him, because I'm not going to let some family nepotism mess up my day.
Finally he comes back and he brings all of the wrong stuff, and I realize he hadn't even bothered listening when I was telling him what to get. I show him what I'm doing, but each time I look back to him he's glued to his phone. Okay, bad plan. Instead I give him some work to do, something simple that even a child wouldn't be able to mess up.
I underestimated him, he was less than an elementary school student, at least they sometimes do what you ask. When I go to check on him he's on his phone again. I don't know what to do to get this shithead to pay more than thirteen seconds of attention to anything but his device, so I tell him if he doesn't want to be here he should get out of my way.
