Benn There, Done That

My phone buzzed on the table, and I groaned and reached behind my head to pick it up. Jamie stirred as I moved, his head on the other end of the couch with our legs intertwined, although he took up much more space than I did.

“Mmmm, Cor. Stop.” I shut my alarm off and sat up, eliciting another groan from Jamie.

“Sorry, bud, some of us have real jobs.” He didn’t open his eyes, so I stood up, blanket wrapped around my naked body, and headed into the kitchen. After making myself a cup of coffee, I grabbed a bottle of water and headed back to the living room. I dropped the bottle on Jamie’s chest and sat down.

“Fuck, that hurt.” He sat up slightly, in just his briefs, and chugged the entire bottle in a matter of seconds. “What time is it?”

“7:30.”

“What the hell?” I dropped my phone in my lap.

“Again, as I mentioned before, some of us have REAL JOBS.”

“Fine.” He closed his eyes again, and I headed upstairs to take a shower. I let the warm water drench my skin as I scrubbed my leftover makeup off. After hopping out and quickly drying my hair, I walked to my closet and picked out an outfit for the day.

I settled on a pair of dark skinny jeans, a short-sleeved black t-shirt, and a cute pair of stud earrings. I did my makeup, nothing too crazy, and walked out of my room, throwing my towel in the hamper.

Jamie was still lying on the couch, with his arm over his eyes. I walked over to where he lay, nudging him with my knee.

“Hey, superstar, you’ve gotta get up.” He groaned and turned away. I nudged him again, and this time he sat up, yawning and shaking his head.

“So pushy. Fine, I’ll leave.” I headed to the kitchen while he retrieved his clothing. He walked in, shirt in hand, and leaned against the fridge. I turned around and laughed, sipping my water.

“I mean, it’s not that warm out. It’s an unconventional outfit choice, but you do you.” He looked down at his jean-clad body and laughed.

“You think?” He threw his shirt on and leaned against the counter across from me. “Would you, uh, mind dropping me off at home?”

“No prob.” His house was pretty close to my office, so dropping him off wouldn’t add anytime to my commute. After a few more minutes of chatting and eating some breakfast, we headed out the door. Our ride was filled with more laughing and talking. After about ten minutes of driving, I stopped the car and turned to face Jamie. He faced me, as we sat in silence.

“Sorry, I just feel weird saying goodbye to you normally.”

“Yeah, I mean, I don’t know what the fuck buddy goodbye protocol is.” He laughed and so did I, feeling a little awkward all of a sudden and looking down at my hands.

I felt Jamie’s hand on my cheek as he leaned in and gently placed a kiss on my lips, pulling away slowly. I gulped, turning to face forward and gripping the steering wheel as Jamie left the car, quickly saying goodbye and heading into his house. I sped away, turning the music up and letting out a long breath.

What the hell was that? I mean, it’s not that we hadn’t kissed before, because obviously that was part of our thing. But that was not a kiss shared between friends with benefits. I didn’t let myself overthink it as I pulled into the office, ready for a busy day.
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Jesse and Tyler both had texted me when I got home, a weird but not too surprising coincidence. They both knew what time I was done for the day and usually tried to save their neediness until they knew I’d be home.

Jesse was stressed because she was having trouble approaching the guy from work. They flirted constantly in the office, but they worked in separate areas, so it wasn’t guaranteed they’d cross paths everyday. I told her that was all the more reason to pursue him, as it wouldn’t impede their everyday work lives.

Tyler and that girl he mentioned the other night hadn’t worked out. When he’d gone over, she’d laid a bunch of information on him, essentially alluding to the fact she wanted it to be known that they were together, although they hadn’t even discussed that step yet. I hated seeing him get taken advantage of, and was glad he’d gotten himself out of the situation. I’d also told him to come over so we could hang out and get his mind off of it.

He showed up about twenty minutes later, finding me lounging in leggings and a red crewneck sweatshirt that I’d gotten one summer in Maine. Plopping down on the couch beside me, he stole my blanket off of me.

“Um, excuse me sir? What are you doing?”

“I was cold.”
“Oh, that’s fine. I was just holding it.” I stood up and grabbed another blanket from the back of the chair, sitting down as Tyler changed the channel to Spongebob, because he is a child.

“Sorry, practice was rough today. Coach got pissed that we weren’t doing the drills quickly enough and people weren’t paying attention. It was a shit show, but thankfully we don’t play again until Friday.”

“Ouch, that sucks.”

“What about you, fancy news lady? See any murders?” I rolled my eyes.

“As I’ve mentioned at least one-hundred times, I am not a reporter. I am a production assistant and video editor, and sometimes a camerawoman.” I let out a sigh, as my day had been pretty shitty, too. “I spent all morning working on a segment for tomorrow, but people kept interrupting me. And then our system updated after lunch, so all of my work was erased and I had to completely redo it all.”

“Oof. That blows.” Ty’s phone went off, and he checked it quickly, typing a reply. “Jamie’s on his way over. So, now you get to hang out with TWO grumpy hockey players.”

“Wow, how did I get so lucky?”

True to his word, Jamie showed up about ten minutes later. I went to let him in and he breezed through, sitting on the couch next to Ty. When I walked over to tell him he had stolen my spot, Ty moved over and urged Jamie to do the same, making room for me in the middle. When I sat down, engulfed in a hockey sandwich, Ty put his arm around me and whispered.

“Be thankful we both showered.”

“Again, I ask myself how I got so lucky.”

Jamie and Tyler proceeded to make stupid comments on the episode of Spongebob we were watching, laughing loudly. My phone buzzed in my lap and I looked down, giving Jamie a strange look when I noticed the text was from him.

*Jamie: How was your day?*

*Cory: Unbelievably frustrating. I heard yours was, too.*

*Jamie: Yeah, practice was fucking brutal. I’m still riled up from it.*

*Cory: Need to punch something? lol*
*Jamie: lol maybe.*

I didn’t reply, instead looking back at the TV in time to watch Patrick do something stupid. But, my phone buzzed again.

*Jamie: Or maybe I could let my frustrations out in another way ;)*

I felt my face grow red and shot Jamie a look, noticing a smirk on his face as he stared at the TV screen and try not to let out a laugh.

*Cory: Oh yeah? Can’t deny I need to let out my frustrations, too. But I can’t exactly kick Ty out.*

Jamie sighed and grabbed the edge of my blanket, dragging it over his lap as well. We all continued to watch TV, and I didn’t really notice Jamie mindlessly rubbing my leg under the blanket for a while.

I noticed that his hand was slowly moving up my leg, his mindless action evidently not so mindless after all. As he reached my upper thigh and moved his hand in between my legs, I held my breath to keep from making any noise. Tyler coughed and Jamie jerked his hand away, swearing under his breath and leaving the room.

“This episode is my favorite!” I nodded and stood.

“I’m just gonna run upstairs and grab something. I’ll be right back.”

“Alright, don’t count on me moving at all.” He turned and crossed his arms behind his head, lounging across the couch. I laughed and left the room, looking for Jamie. I quickly found him leaning against the wall in the hallway outside of my bedroom, looking at his phone. His head jerked up when he heard me, and I gestured for him to head inside, closing the door behind us.

“Jame, what the hell? You can’t do shit like that!”

“What, are you gonna act like you didn’t enjoy it?” I rolled my eyes, crossing my arms and sitting on my bed.

“That’s not the point. Tyler was right there and EASILY could have seen what you were doing.” I sighed, thankful for his obliviousness. Standing and crossing the room, I locked the door and walked right up to Jamie. “That being said, we both have stress to work out, so let’s make it quick so Tyler doesn’t get too suspicious.”

Jamie didn’t waste time and pressed his lips to mine as we both stripped off our clothes. Naked in record time, I backed towards the bed, still kissing Jamie, and pulled him down on top of me. I groaned and pushed him away, pointing towards the side table. Jamie put on a condom in a matter of seconds, throwing himself back on top of me and filling me wholly. I had to bite my lip to keep from yelling, as he hit my most sensitive area. I wrapped my arms tightly around Jamie’s neck as he pounded relentlessly into me, head buried in my neck. Tightening my legs around his waist, as well, I held on for dear life as I felt myself unravel. We both came one after another, panting for air.

“Fuck, Jamie, practice must have been really bad.” He laughed into my neck before standing up and beginning to redress. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before doing the same thing.

“You have no idea.” I laughed and put my sweatshirt back on, opening the door and running downstairs. I walked in ahead of Jamie, moving Tyler’s legs so I could have my seat back.

“Jeez, did you die?”

“I was literally gone for ten minutes. Calm down.” Jamie walked in just then, sitting back in his seat. He looked kinda weary, and stared at the TV. “Jamie got a phone call and I knocked something over in my room.” Tyler grunted in acknowledgement, staring intently at the TV.

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