Summer Heat
The summer heat is getting to you. It's only ninety five degrees outside but it feels over a hundred inside the house. House renovating sucks ass. You could have had this done in two weeks tops if Michael had just agreed to keep out of sight and not kill the workers. But that was a no go for him. You're resorted to doing everything yourself throughout the summer with your special helper. If Michael was an employee of yours, you would have fired him days ago. He only helps with moving the big stuff. Otherwise he's just watching you or has disappeared to do only God knows what. You should have risked hiring people who actually know what they're doing instead of this bullshit. To top it off, the repairman said it would be next week before he could fix the central heating and air. The fans throughout the house do not help.
You don't know if it's the heat, your attitude or Michael's attitude. It's day to day feeling; you don't know if you want to choke him or jump him. It's just, just so frustrating. But today it's more along the lines of wanting to jump his bones.
"Michael?" Embarrassed you don't really know how to approach this. Physical contact with Michael is always a tricky subject. "I just want to see something. Can you go sit in that chair for a moment and hide your hands?" Pointing at the empty chair across the room. You can only hope you don't crack if he tries to question you about it.
Watching him look back and forth between you and the chair. You know he knows something is up. You can see the invisible smoke coming from his head as he contemplates his decision.
"Please? Only for a moment." Pouting you try to look as innocent as possible.
With a curious head tilt from him. He quietly sits in the chair, subtlety placing his hands behind him. Sucking in air you can't believe it. Just watching him do what you asked forced you to hold back a moan.
Biting your lip, you don't know where to look first. You didn't think he would actually do this. The position is a vulnerable one but he looks nothing of the sort. He looks slightly more pissed off.
Always wearing black boots, it's still a mystery how he can be so quiet in them. Thighs spread wide with his coveralls tied around his waist. Exposing the black t-shirt that's clinging to him. Giving you ample view of his rhythmic breathing and muscles. Oh God, his muscles. Those muscles are everywhere and can kill you anytime. It's always a treat seeing his skin. The creamy pale skin playing peak-a-boo with his shirt and farmer's tan. His mask, it's a wonder how it is still in one piece. Lord knows it's been through the ringer. The darkness that stirs in his eyes and how they bore straight into you. That's what you love about them.
Put everything together and you have a masterpiece. One that's making you blush like a schoolgirl and needy like a whore. Touching your nose, oddly enough you feel like there's snot running down your face.
"What the fuck?" Pulling your hand away you can't believe it. Double checking the blood is still there. "Really? I got a fucking nose bleed. Like for real? I thought this only happens in cartoons." Pinching your nose and leaning forward. You run to the kitchen grabbing a towel. Completely abandoning Michael in the other room. The blood has already dripped down your face and onto your chest. Definitely a stupid idea to wear a white tank top today.
Leaning over the kitchen sink you're able to get the bleeding to stop. But now it looks like a crime scene. Great, just another mess to clean up. Before you can reach the faucet. Your body is pulled away and being shoved head first onto the table. In the blur you see Michael's white mask.
A hard slap to the ass and you're in trouble now. He figured out what you were doing. The moment he sat down in the chair. He saw your hungry eyes roaming him like a piece of meat. Pressed tightly against your ass and slowly grinding. It's his turn now and naughty ones have to be punished.