handjob: (noun)
1. an act of male masturbation, especially as performed on a man by someone else.

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Since Bodi drove me home on Monday, the week has been mostly tame. He seems in a better mood this week, we exchange a few words when needed and we get out on time. We might not be friends but it doesn't feel as awkward as it did before.

Slow progress is better than none.

We'll probably never get together again but that doesn't mean we can't try and be friends. We still have eighty or so hours left in this manor with each other, so if we're civil it will make this experience a lot easier.

At least in my mind I feel like it will be.

It rolls around to Friday again and my hand is slowly on the mend, Bodi's care and bandage helped it heal pretty quick. Now the cut is pretty much a scab but I'm trying my hardest not to split it open again.

So I've been tidying up the soft and light pieces whilst Bodi shifts the furniture and boxes full of crap. He's been outside for the last ten minutes on the phone, I watched as he cursed at the name on his screen and then accepted the call. Running outside to take it.

I sweep wallpaper into a black bag and take it to the front of the house, my ears pricking at the sound of Bodi's conversation. I know that I shouldn't stop and listen but I couldn't help it, the tone of his voice draws me in. He's angry, beyond angry.

"Why would you do that?!"

He begins to pace, I can hear his footsteps. I purse my lips and shake my head, I shouldn't be doing this. I should be minding my own business. My feet take one step backwards and I walk back into the living room but I could still hear his voice from outside.

"You really don't care about how I feel, do you?"

I frown instantly and look down at the dusty floor, grabbing the broom and beginning to sweep.

"I told you I wanted to sort it out by myself, tell them by myself but now you've gone and done it. For what?! To prove that you're a responsible father?"

My eyes glance at the wall once, hearing his strained voice through the gaps in the windows.

"Oh fuck this!" He yells louder than before. "You only care about yourself, this is my hobby, boxing is my fucking sport. You always get involved when I tell you not to!"

I place my hands on the top of the broom and stand still, huffing out a breath. "Whatever," he growls. "I'm done with this pathetic conversation. I have to go."

His footsteps are instant and they're loud, purposely stomping his feet. Trying to release his anger. He walks directly into the living room but he doesn't look at me, his eyebrows are pulled down into a tight frown.

My lip finds its way between my teeth as I watch him. "Are you okay?" I ask.

Bodi's shoulders tense and he turns around to face me sharply. "What... were you eavesdropping?" He snaps, eyes narrowing towards me.

I shake my head. Maybe at first. I think but I moved away, it's not my fault if I could hear through the walls. "No," I say slowly. "I could just hear shouting."

His jaw clicks as he tenses it. "It's none of your business, Ash."

The words sound like they're dripped in venom, a warning not to go there.

I roll my eyes. We have been doing so well and now it feels like we're back to square one. Back to his asshole facade, always snapping when he can't control his emotions. There is no harm in asking someone if they're okay.

In fact it seems like something you'd say to someone if they're your friend. But in this case we are clearly far from it. We can't ask about each other's lives even though we had a night of confessions and life stories from the storm.

It's like all of that never happened. Probably another night for him to forget.

"I shouldn't fucking bother," I grumble under my breath and turn away, not expecting him to hear.

"Did you say something?"

"Yeah," I can't help but whip my head back to him, not wasting a second to tell him how I'm feeling. His dark eyes settle on mine and they do not look inviting but he will never intimidate me. "You act like you're this tough guy, treat people like shit when on the inside," I take three brave steps towards him. My fingers prodding his chest twice. "Inside you're soft, so fucking soft but you act so the whole world can see and for wha–"

Bodi snatches my fingers away from his body, eyes blazing with fury. His chest begins to heave and he shoves me back into the nearest wall, the action almost making me stumble but he holds onto my wrist and keeps me engaged.

My lips part to take a breath, the actions happening all too quickly. When my back is firmly pressed against the wall, Bodi towers over me and releases my wrist. Only to take my face between his hands and bring our lips together.

It's rough and it's hot and his tongue invades my mouth, he tastes like fresh peppermint. He holds my cheeks in place and tilts my head up to him to get a better angle, my legs nearly turning to jelly beneath me.

He widens my lips and brushes my tongue with his, a deep groan escapes my throat and he somehow kisses me deeper, harder.

I almost forget that we never kissed the night of our one-night stand but his lips against mine feel like heaven and I certainly won't be able to get the feeling out of my head for a long time.

Neither of us pull away, Bodi kisses me like he has to live. By kissing me he is living, he is surviving and I am his oxygen supply. Our lips smack and the sound echoes around us, I moan into his mouth and Bodi pulls back.

"If you want to keep your clothes on then I suggest you stop making that sound," he growls against my lips, then he kisses me.

I can't help but smirk against him. "Like I haven't wanted that since I saw you again."

Bodi breaks the kiss and stares into my eyes, dark as the night. He shakes his head. "You don't want this with me," he head lowers like he's second guessing himself.

My heart lurches in my chest, not realising how badly I needed this and that I never want it to stop.

"I do," I respond, pushing him backwards.

Bodi's eyes find mine and he shakes his head again but he doesn't say anything more.

I tilt my head to press our lips to one another again, this time it's slower and sweeter. Taking our time to feel each other, my hands running through the back of his hair as he grabs me by the waist. Our chests flush against one another.

The backs of his legs hit the sofa covered with a clear sheet, he lowers himself down and I climb into his lap. Not once breaking the kiss because we can't, we don't want to.

Bodi's neck tilts and he pulls away again. "I'm bad for you, Cherry."

A low grunt comes from my throat and I nip at his bottom lip, swollen and plump. "You're not," I mumble. "I want this."

We kiss again until we're out of breath.

"Don't you?"

"Yes," he rasps against me, clutching the back of my head with his hand. "But we shouldn't."

"Shouldn't and won't are two different things."

I slip a hand under his overalls and down his muscly chest, toned and beautiful. He hisses at the contact, my hand getting closer to his cock. He takes my throat with his hand and our lips press together but we don't kiss.

We stare down at each other through lustful eyes, I could feel his heart thump. "What the fuck are you doing to me, Ash?"

The smirk on my lips increases and I open my mouth to claim his again, tongues fighting for dominance. "Just go with it, if it feels right."

He nods and we begin to pull off our overalls, leaving them at our waists. "Do you have a condom?" He asks.

"No," I push our lips back together. Our hands explore each other's chests, spreading fire against my skin before I dive mine straight into his pants. "But we can have fun in other ways."

I slide my hand underneath his boxers and meet with his hardened cock, I curse against his lips at the size. Knowing that he's already so turned on makes mine throb painfully, needing a release.

By the looks of things, we both do.

My fingers latch around his cock and I begin to pump him, slowly at first. I like listening to Bodi quiver into my mouth, still kissing me every so often. I bite down on my own lip as his body shakes and he grunts loudly.

Then he follows my actions and pushes his hands into my boxers, brushing his fingers against my length. My throat clenches as he strokes my cock at the same speed I'm moving against his.

Bodi groans and tilts his head backwards. "That feels so good," he pants breathlessly.

"Good," I press a kiss to his pulse and enjoy his warm hand work my member.

When I speed up he does too, when I slow down he joins. I smear my finger across his swollen tip, over his sweet spot and down the length again.

He shudders against me and our eyes meet, never have I seen him look so vulnerable, so open. Like he's completely let go of everything and now it's just us, no bullshit, no insults.

It's just us.

Bodi's hips buckle and he groans, my lips still working against his neck. "Ash," he moans. "Ash."

I bite his neck and he gasps, eyes rolling into the back of his head. "Fuck," he mumbles. "You're going to make me come."

"Yeah?" I grin and then grunt when his fingers copy my actions.

My breathing increases along with the pleasure in the pit of my stomach, almost making my toes turn numb.

"Yes," he hisses. "Fuck. I'm so close."

"Wait and come with me," I heave out slowly.

Bodi's eyes look down at me, dark and hooded. He nods and he speeds up, bringing me close to the edge. "Shit," I groan as I throw my forehead down onto his.

We stare into each other's eyes, lips parting, heavy breathing.

It's just us.

I flick my thumb across his tip one last time and he throws his head back, groaning loudly, over and over. Thick cum shoots from his dick and he moans, holding eye contact as I lean over him.

That was it, all it took for me to follow. Watching him orgasm set off my own climax, pleasure erupts in my dick and cum squirts all over his hand. I open my lips, panting desperately.

His hand works quickly, allowing me to enjoy every second of my orgasm. I do the same to him until we're catching our breaths and our hands finally slow, both of us covered in each other's cum.

But I didn't mind. In fact it turns me on, more than I thought.

I slump against his body and he allows me, warmth spreads through my chest and down to my stomach. Making the smile on my face begin to hurt my cheeks, any second it might rip through the skin.

We take one glance at each other and Bodi watches me carefully.

"I wish you'd take your anger out on me rather than at me," I admit quietly.

He gently bites on his bottom lip, drinking in my words. "I-I," he struggles to find what he wants to say. He closes his eyes and then curses, opening his mouth to try again.

I shake my head and press a clean finger to his lips. "Don't say anything," I whisper. "Just think about it. I wouldn't mind doing that again."

Bodi looks down at my bare chest and then up to my eyes again. He nods slowly. The sound of a car pulling up outside the manor has me jumping from Bodi's warmth, wiping my hand on the nearest cloth. He does the same and we button up our overalls, quicker than my fingers have ever worked before.

We're still heaving when Carol comes into the manor, her heels clicking against the floor and echoing inside my ears.

I take one glance at Bodi, his hair a mess and lips clearly been kissed. He does the same, eyes taking over my face to my lips to my hair.

Carol steps into view and she removes her thick, black sunglasses. "Ah there you boys are," she grins and then looks around the living room. "Still doing amazing as ever."

My face begins to heat up, if we didn't hear the car whilst we were getting hot and heavy on the sofa, this might have been a completely different story.

"Thanks Carol," I clear my throat.

"Just here to sign you out and you boys can enjoy your weekend," she grins before grabbing a pen from her bag.

"Our sheets are in the hall on the table."

She nods once and turns to walk towards the hall. We share one last glance and I smile before directing at the floor. Almost getting caught felt thrilling, a little too thrilling. Bodi replicates my smile, at least I think he feels the same.

Because I want that to happen every time we're alone. Over and over. Listening to his breathless moans, the way he grabs my body, strokes my cock.

I want it all. Knowing full well I'll be thinking it over every second of the weekend until I see him again on Monday.

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Author's Note
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