Patience

Erotic short. Jude has been waiting for Rich to come home and unwrap his present.

Just a tiny piece, 373 words, featuring lingerie.

Jude’s been waiting for this, ever since Jude crossed the threshold and called, “I’m home!” two hours ago, since after Rich settled down and ate and looked so lovingly at Jude that Jude could barely stand it, his skin vibrating with it, his whole self brimming over with it.

“Not getting undressed?” asks Rich as he turns his head to look at him, arching one eyebrow, and Jude stares where he has been in the middle of the room, watching Rich tug off his shirt, undo his trousers.

“No,” says Jude. “You undress me.”

Rich chuckles, and he comes over, sidles closer, and he looks at Jude with his lips shifted into a small smile as he unbuttons Jude’s shirt for him, and Jude keeps his gaze.

“I suppose you deserve some spoiling, don’t you?” he asks. “Three weeks away, coming home, spending the day cooking me a beautiful meal, that gorgeous mousse… Why shouldn’t you be a bit of a pillow princess now, hm? Why shouldn’t you relax?”

“I’m relaxed,” says Jude, feeling heat creep into his cheeks that he’d been managing to hold off. “I like cooking for you.”

“Mm, but–”

Rich stops as he pushes Jude’s shirt open, stares at the silken fabric on his skin, presses his fingers over the lace. Jude doesn’t know how to describe his…