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“Quick Brew” aka “Better Than Tea”
Copyright 2004, Revised 2009
All Rights Reserved
WC: 2009
*Asterisks are Darren’s thoughts
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“Good excuse for us to stay at home, isn’t it?” I said as I looked at the nasty weather outside.
As I talked to John, I walked to the window and shivered thinking of the thirty-five degree temperature and the heavy snowfall. *If I really felt like driving, I would try to make it, even though we expected three to five inches more.*
” I’m staying home today, love. The snow bank is too high and it’s falling too quickly.” said John as he came over and put his hands on my shoulder and kissed my neck.
I turned around and ran my fingers over his ponytail. “Well that settles it then, we can stay home and cuddle all day.” I said cheerfully.
Smiling, he grabbed one of my dreads and rolled it between his fingers. “I love that idea it’s been a while since we spent the whole day together.”
Excited, I lifted his lips to mine and kissed him. “True, I’ll go put on a pot of tea.”
I winked at him and walked into the kitchen. Quickly, I picked up the phone and dialed my bosses number.
After hanging up, I sat down in the chair and thought about the past few weeks. Since his advertising business has picked up more clients, he’s worked long hours and that meant less time for us.
Every time I brought it up he said, “Be patient, love, once things start slowing down, we will have more time together, I promise.”
He wrapped his hands around my waist and I often sighed in response, “When?”
” Soon, very soon.” He kissed me to make it official.
I know he meant it but I was so used to having him here when I got home; it had been at least three weeks since we’d made love. Over that span, we’ve had quickies but I never liked fast sex. As I glanced at the kettle on the stove, I leaned back in the chair. *Today will be the day we’ll make love.* Aroused, I ran my fingers over my chest and took off my shirt.
Slowly, I let my mind drift to that last beautiful day of lovemaking.
***
Earlier that morning, we had a horrible argument, calling each other names we didn’t mean.
“John, I’m so sick and tired of your mood swings. I swear if I didn’t…” I paused as I tried to collect my thoughts. “Sometimes I think you need a fuckin’ psychologist, you are a fuckin’ mad man!” Seemingly to provoke him, I pushed his shoulders driving him backwards
“Don’t make me say something I won’t be able to take back…”he shouted while pushing me.
Upset and wondering what he would call me, I asked him, “What won’t you be able to take back, the “n” word or what?” I said as I readied my fist for a fight. *I swear if he says it, this relationship is over.*
This argument was stupid from the beginning and now both of us were fuming. Angry, he stormed out the door and slammed it causing one of the vases to fall. I had requested the day off to visit my mom across town and run errands. However, I was so upset about our disagreement, I only managed to visit my mother.
When I arrived, she noticed how upset I was and comforted me over a cup of coffee. “Don’t worry dear, I’m sure the two of you will be able to work things out,” she said while cradling my chin in her hands. Not knowing what to expect when I got home, I asked her could I stay the night just so John could calm down. She would have nothing of it saying, “Darren, things should be fine once you get home. Go there and be with the man you love.”
Instead of taking a cab I walked, hoping that things would be peaceful once I got there. Still frustrated, I turned my key in the lock and there he was standing in the doorway, clad in only an apron. Smells of lasagna filled the air and the fragrances from the roses were most apparent. “You look good enough to eat in just that apron”, I said with a wink. I glanced at my watch and then his smile.
Welcoming me inside with an embrace he said, “I’m sorry love. You were right, I do have mood swings and they are hurting our relationship. I’m sorry, I’m just so stressed about the business you know? Please forgive me love.”
I kissed him on the head and grabbed his ass, “Of course I forgive you, John. I can’t stay mad at you. By the way, it’s only four in the afternoon, isn’t it a little early for dinner?” I said chuckling.
“I know love but I wanted to spend the rest of the afternoon having dessert!” He winked and walked into the kitchen.
As I watched his backside, I licked my lips and all the thoughts of that morning faded away. I followed him into the kitchen and slapped his backside.
“I like it when you’re rough but, can’t you wait till we have dinner?”
I reached around him and untied the apron. Impatient, I caressed his balls and slowly jerked his dick.
“No, I can’t, I been wanting this all day.” I kissed him and took his tongue into my mouth. He reached around my waist and put his hand down my pants.
Dinner sat on the stove as we made love in the kitchen. As we lay on the floor, I took his face in my hands.
“Promise me we won’t have an argument like that again, babe.” I kissed him and waited for his response.
“I promise love, you are too important to me.” Another kiss sealed the agreement and we continued our lovemaking.
***
When I glanced at the clock, I brought myself back to the present . “It’s only ten am,” I chuckled to myself, “and I’m already thinking about sex.” I heard him enter the kitchen and walk behind me. “No use burning the house down while we serve our own special brew, right?” He said with a grin. He walked over to the stove and turned off the kettle, then back over to me. Once there, I felt him caress my shoulders and pinch my nipples. Immediately, I turned around in my chair and grabbed his arms to pull him closer; my head was directly in front of the bulge I loved so dear.
“Damn baby! Happy to see me?” I said as I looked up at him.
“I sure am,” he chuckled. “I’d be even happier if you showed me and Big Johnny some love.”
As if I were opening a candy wrapper, I quickly opened his fly and pulled out his cock. Underwear was never part of his wardrobe, he’d always let “Johnny” hang with no restrictions. Without hesitation, I swallowed “Johnny” whole. After only a few minutes lapsed, I stopped wanting him to stay erect.
Once he realized I stopped, he looked down at me and took my face into his hands. “Darren, you know I hate when you do that but, I guess you want “Johnny” to stay ready for the main event huh?” he said with a grin.
“Mm hmm…” I moaned.
He leaned down and engulfed my mouth with his own which caused my cock to stir. Slowly, he pushed his pants to the floor and stood up again. Teasing me, he tapped my chin with his cock. As I pinched my nipples, I smiled back up at him and leaned back in the chair. Seemingly, as I watched him discard his shirt, he flexed his muscles which made my dick rise. *God, I love this man; he is your greatest creation.* Patiently, I waited to see what he’d do next. *The hair, oh yes, please the hair.* The moment I thought it, he pulled his hair free from it’s holder shaking it and letting it fall to his shoulders.
“Damn John, you are the sexiest man on earth! You are teasing me, I can’t take it anymore.” I said as I stroked him.
Those blue eyes met my browns as he nodded, “No Darren, you are and by the way, I’m only returning the tease you gave me a moment ago.” He said with a wicked smile. Still staring, he took my chin into his hand. As I continued to look at him, I traced the tip with my tongue and tasted the pre-cum droplets before I grazed his dick lightly with my teeth.
Between pants he breathed, “You can’t get enough of it, can you baby?”
“No I can’t lover. Right now though,” as I stroked his hardness and caressed his balls, ” I need this inside me.” Wickedly, I smiled, stood up to face him, and licked his lips. His hands drifted down to my waist and he pulled my pants down to my ankles. I pulled my dreads out of the rubber band and shook my head. As he rose back up, I put my arms around his neck and took a handful of his hair in hand. Again, he pinched my nipples, this time harder; the arousal and pain caused me to squirm. My lips waited for his to join me in a kiss. Anxious, I grabbed his face and brought it to mine, I felt the tip of his cock tickle my navel. We played tongue hockey for a few minutes then he knelt down in front of me.
“I know you want me inside you but, I want to taste some of your special brew.” He said as he touched me. The head of my cock glistened with drops of pre cum, which he devoured quickly.
“Ahhh shit, fuck!” I yelled as I fucked his mouth and braced myself for the explosion. I looked and saw him gulp it down. Not completely satisfied, I pulled him up to me and kissed him passionately again.
Breaking our embrace he bellowed, “Darren, I love you so much.”
He kissed me again and ran his fingers through my coarse locks. Perspiration was on my brown skin causing the few pieces of art on my arms to illuminate. I grabbed his cock again to show him how much I wanted him inside. While looking into my eyes he sucked his finger and reached around my body to push it in my tight hole.
“How do you want to be fucked, lover?” he asked seductively.
I sighed and stated “Mercilessly!”
In a hurry, I led him to the counter and bent over so my backside was facing him. Enthusiastic about his sweet invasion, I steadied myself and took a deep breath. He brushed his cock across my buttocks, before slipping the condom on. When he probed my bud with his finger I moaned for more.
Antsy, I waited for him to pierce me. Slowly, he pushed himself into my love canal. While he caressed my shoulders, his tongue made me shiver when he traced it down my spine.
“Oh John, harder baby!”
My nails scratched the countertop as he lunged further into me. Once again, I yelled filthy words when my “tea” was starting to boil. I screamed and my body trembled as cum shot out of my cock. John pulled out of me and I felt his “brew” on my backside. Quickly, I turned around so I could take some more to quench my thirst. I rose up and let him taste his own on my tongue.
Exhausted, he said, “better than tea isn’t it love?” he whispered trying to catch his breath.
“Yes it is, baby.” I said in agreement. Impulsively, I kissed him again.
By now, the water in the kettle was cold. However, our bodies were hot from our own warm drinks and actually it was a lot more fun to make.