Page 24 of For the Plot
Thinking about it now in bed had my morning wood come back to life. My hand drifted down my torso until I was gripping my cock in my hand, stroking myself slowly. This time I imagined what she would taste like when I finally got my mouth on her. It didn’t take long until I was coming over my stomach, and I grimaced, looking down at the mess I’d made. The mess Nikki was making of me.
Carefully, I reached over to my nightstand, grabbing a tissue to clean myself up. After I got myself as clean as possible, I looked over at the clock to see it was already one in the afternoon.
The problem with being a bartender was that your body got on weird sleep schedules. When you worked until two or three a.m. most nights, you ended up going to bed a few hours after that, and then all the sudden you were waking up in the afternoon. Getting my ass up, I stumbled into the kitchen, rubbing my eyes and yawning. I popped a pod into the Keurig, pushing the button that brought me the magical juice. I leaned against the counter, scrolling mindlessly on my phone as I waited. I was absolutelyuseless before coffee. Honestly, at any given time, there was probably more coffee running through my veins than blood.
Unfortunately for me, I had chronic gastritis, and I paid for my caffeine addiction dearly. But most days, the pain was worth it.
I smiled to myself at the memory of the night before. I’m pretty sure Nikki knew exactly why I’d done what I’d done, drinking a mocha right before coming to her door. If I was a coffee connoisseur, she was a coffee goddess. I’m pretty sure there was no blood left in her veins—it was just pure coffee. Familiarity was something that soothed her, and I figured she'd enjoy mocha on my breath more than mint. My hunch definitely paid off.
“Bro, who got you smiling like that?” Will's voice caught me so off guard I threw my phone across the room.
“Jesus, dude, what the fuck!” My heart was galloping in my chest. I looked over, and he was sitting at the table, smirking at me over a bowl of pho on the table in front of him.
“Hey man, I’ve been here the whole time. It’s not my fault you were too busy with your little heart eyes over there to notice me.”
I glared at him, walking across the room to pick the phone back up, stomping back over to the Keurig and turning my back to Will.
“Soooo…” His voice dragged the word out teasingly.
“So, what?” I grunted back at him.
“So, who’s got you all moony-eyed?”
“I was thinking about my coffee. You know how much I love coffee.”
“Nah, youlustafter coffee. That expression on your face was some sappy shit.”
That almost got a smile out of me, and the bastard knew it.
“You’re not going to tellme, your oldest friend, who you’ve fallen in love with?! I am so offended.”
“You are not my oldest friend, you idiot.”
“Now that was just mean." He pouted at me.
“You know my oldest friend is John from high school,” I responded pointedly.
Will scoffed, waving a dismissive hand. “He doesn’t count. You barely even talk to him anymore.”
“You don’t count,” I mumbled under my breath, even though he was right. My cup of my life juice was finally done brewing so I prepared my coffee. Picking the mug up to bring it to my nose, I huffed a lungful of that rich, decadent mix of chocolate and coffee. I blew on it before taking a sip, not caring that it was still hot enough to burn my tastebuds off, moaning at the swirling flavors on my tongue.
“Damn, dude, get a room.” Will shook his head at me, heading back to his seat, slurping down a spoonful of the pho.
“I would if I could,” I replied sincerely as I followed behind him, sitting on the opposite side of the table, taking another sip and moaning again. Finally back on this mortal plane, I asked, “How was the game last night?
“So you’re human again?” He raised a brow at me.
“Sorry?”
Will just sighed, shaking his head at me like I was a misbehaving puppy. “Apologies don’t end in question marks, James.”
“Ok, let’s try again.” I made a whooshing sound, waving my arms stretched out in front of myself.
Will looked at me like I had lost my mind. “What are you doing?”
“Rewinding time to go back before I drank my coffee so I can start over again and not be as big of a dick this time,” I said, the tone of my voice implying theduh.
“I’m not even gonna engage with all of that.” He motioned me, ignoring my antics. “To answer your question,” he replied instead, “we won. Actually, it was a pretty good game. Picked itup from a tie in the last quarter. Weren’t you gonna watch the game? What did you do instead?”
