Right Hand On My Heart

My Curse

Kirk wakes up the next morning to find himself tangled in sheets and a pool of drool that feels slimy against his face. He cracks his eyes open to the sun beaming in through the window and stretches his body out like a cat rousing from a nap. Kirk's made it to his bed sometime during the night, but there isn't an impression of anyone laying beside him. He inhales deeply through his nose, the scent of coffee tickling his senses. A smile tugs at the corner of his mouth as he rolls out of bed unceremoniously; lazy as the aforementioned cat.

He's still half asleep when he pulls his clothes off, with the exception of his underwear, and makes his way down the stairs, following the scent of coffee all the way down like a cartoon character. Kirk's vision is still a little blurry even as he wipes the sleep from his eyes and encourages his sight to focus. He twirls his way into the kitchen, a grand entrance for an otherwise poorly executed attempt at being alluring, and makes his presence known by way of greeting.

"Good morning, daddy," Kirk says dreamily, blinking past the last remnants of drowsiness.

"Good morning to you too," James offers with a nervous chuckle when he takes in the sight of Kirk standing in the middle of the kitchen in a pair of tight fitting briefs and a not so subtle hard on. Seeing Kirk's morning wood makes his heart race a little as he decides to break up the awkward bubbly sensation that fills the pit of his stomach. "To both of you."

Kirk's eyes seem to snap open wider when he hears James' voice and he quickly covers himself up as best as he can. In his sleep addled brain he was hoping to find Dave home, alive and well, but instead he got a heaping dose of embarrassment and an amused, if not somewhat flustered, smile from James. Kirk was awkwardly holding his hands in front of his underwear to shield his overzealous excitement from the older man's prying eyes while the rest of his body was left on display.

The impulse to drink in the sight before him was too great and James found himself practically eye fucking Kirk as they both stood there silently. Kirk's skin was flawless from head to toe, tan and even and not a hair or blemish in sight. He didn't have much by way of body mass, as far as muscles are concerned, but he was lithe and agile with a hidden strength behind his delicate features. His hair was messy and bed ridden, making his curls obscure the edges of his face, giving him an almost angelic sort of appearance.

His trek was shortly lived as Kirk scurries out of the kitchen, leaving only his head and a glimpse of his shoulder peeking around the corner of the threshold. Kirk hadn't realized he was aroused because he was too hung up on the illusion that Dave was home. How embarrassing... and this is coming from the guy who used to strip for a living. This was different though; intimate. James wasn't a customer. He was a dude assigned to protect him and a guy Kirk may or may not have a small crush on. He's also gotten to know James on a more personal level too. He wasn't just a face in the crowd.

"I'm so sorry. I thought you were Dave," Kirk begins to gush in apology. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable."

"No, it's fine. I get it. Nothing to be ashamed about," James shrugs off, finally able to breathe again now that temptation was taken from him. "I figured I make some coffee for when you woke up. I hope you don't mind."

"Make yourself at home," Kirk encourages with a small smile as he continues to hang in the doorway. "I'm gonna go put some clothes on now."

"Take your time."

Kirk scampers back up the stairs and closes the bedroom door behind him, accidentally slamming it harder than he meant. He leans back against it and slides down the length of the door until he's sitting on the floor with his head in his hands. Kirk feels like an absolute fool for going down there in his underwear, and aroused no less. What the hell was he thinking? Of course Dave wasn't home. Dave would have woken him up if that were the case. A thought dawns on Kirk and his face heats up as he realizes what he said to James.