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“Why are you always taking a piss when I’m getting out?” Pomni asks, drying off from her morning shower behind their tie dye curtain, conveniently out of his line of sight.
“Why are you always showering when I’m peeing? Did ya ever think about that?” Jax offers, pulling his shorts low and lifting up the toilet lid and seat.
“Oh my god. Is this like a thing for you?”
“A thing?” Jax scoffs, scratching at his abdomen under his shirt with his free hand.
“Yeah, like is this a poorly concealed kink of yours?”
“Pfft, nah. Wanna hold it?” Jax asks cheekily, turning to grin at the curtain, but sways lamely to keep himself positioned over the toilet. He hopes she hadn’t seen that.
“Did you want me to?” Pomni counters, as she wraps a towel around herself post her pre-work shower.
“I wouldn’t make you do that. Unless…”
Making air parentheses with her fingers, Hana mimics, “‘Wouldn’t make me do that.’ Yet you make me listen and watch every day!” Padding her way around his back she walks over to the sink beside him.
“I like the company! What can I say? Besides no ones making you watch.” Jax responds, squeezing out his leftover dribble before pulling his shorts up.
Opening the mirror she starts applying her skincare.
“Whatever. Whenever you accept it’s a kink, let me know.” Rubbing lotion into her face, Pomni side-eyes him as he approaches her space.
Bumping her hip, he washes his hands. “Not gonna happen, because it’s not.”
“All I know is that we are too comfortable for any of our arrangement to be considered normal.”
“Yeah and whose fault was that, Miss ‘let’s strip in front of each other during our first month of living together’.”
Bumping him back, she waves him off. “Get out of here. I need to finish up.”
Rolling his eyes, Jax finishes drying off his hands. Peeking at her towel covered chest, he’s able to make out her nipples poking under the terry cloth.
Interesting.
The second the door clicks shut, Pomni grabs at the rim of the sink for support. Her towel unfurls and falls off her body, pooling at her feet.
I hope I played that off alright.
Unbeknownst to Jax, let alone everyone, aside from maybe one of her exes, Pomni has a major piss kink.
She’s tried her best to hide it. But Jax just keeps doing it, and it’s been slowly wearing her down.
Running two fingers between her legs, she groans. Grabbing a wad of toilet paper Pomni wipes up the evidence of her arousal, and checks the time, making the call that she’ll masturbate after work.
When he’s not there to mess with her.
–
One week later
Hana is at the end of her rope.
Without fail, aside from the couple days that he worked late, Jax has been tormenting her unknowingly.
It’s like he’s figured her out, but he won’t admit it.
Whatever his deal is, she intends to figure it out tonight.
Sat at her desk, eating her lunch Hana sends Jax a text.
free tonight?
Jax: maybe
Gnashing her teeth, while forking at the perfectly scrumptious meal he had packed for her, Hana reveals her plan.
wanna get high
Jax: im free :-)
Stuffing her phone back into her desk, she finishes her meal with the intent to leave early.
–
Neither of them have work tomorrow, so after her shift, Pomni stops at the weed shop and picks up a pack of gummies.
It wasn’t often that she partakes with Jax, but when she does it’s usually with the gummy variety. She hated the coughing that came with his joints or pipe.
After growing up in a strict household, dipping her toes into recreational drugs during her adult years has proven a fun learning experience for Hana.
While fun, she’s resigned herself to the fact that alcohol is her substance of choice. Nothing quite numbed her like a few solid drinks.
Driving back to the apartment, Pomni mentally recalls if she has enough beer for the weekend in their fridge. Let alone the night ahead of her.
–
Peeling out of her work clothes, Hana sifts through her clothing options. She opts for a pair of red cheeky panties, and an oversized hoodie that she’s had since college.
Cracking open a beer before Jax gets home, Pomni mentally maps how she’s going to do this, all the while pacing their small kitchen space.
Would he get the wrong idea if she asked to hold it?
She wasn’t so foolish to deny that there was a certain level of attraction on her end towards Jax. However, due to the fragility of both their mental states and living situation, she had come to the conclusion it was best to just flirt the line, rather than jump fully in.
It also seemed like Jax is playing a similar game to her own.
If they were both alright with sitting on their attraction for the other in silence, then she could live with that.
Maybe not forever, but for the time being.
Shaking her head, she pulls her hoodie over her hair, and tackles a pile of laundry she’s been neglecting the last couple days.
Unlocking their apartment door after his shift, Jax enters carefully into the space. It wasn’t often that Hana wanted to partake in weed with him, so he’s rightfully skeptical coming home.
Kicking his shoes off, he makes his way to the kitchen where he spots Pomni. She’s leaning against the counter beside the fridge, digging her arm into a bag of goldfish.
“Rough day?” He asks, setting his keys and wallet on the counter where he always sets his stuff.
Scarfing down a handful, she quickly rolls up the bag as if she’s been caught, and reaches up to open their snack cupboard to stuff it away. Her underwear peeks out under her hoodie when she stretches to put the snack away. It does not go unnoticed by him.
“No, it was fine. What about you?”
Her tone is a little pitchy.
“Peachy. Judging by your scavenging I can only assume you haven’t eaten dinner yet?”
“I always get hungry when I’m high. Figured I’d kill two birds. Ya know?”
She was so weird. He wants to chew her up.
“I guess. Frozen pizza or frozen taquitos?”
“Tacquitos. Wait. Do we still have that salsa you made?”
Opening the fridge door, he confirms they have it. “Yeah.”
“Then yeah. Taquitos.”
Messing with the buttons on the oven he turns it to preheat, and pulls out a tray to cook their food on.
Stepping around to the floating kitchen counter on the other side of the sink, she waves a new bag of watermelon gummies at him.
“How many?”
“Two and a half. Right back at ya.”
Pomni tears off the packaging with her teeth, and reaches in biting halfway into one, following up with a whole one. Then she hands off two gummies and the half she had split. “Three.”
“Heard.” Jax pops them all in his mouth, wincing when he tastes the funky flavor peek out of the watermelon distraction. Setting nine taquitos out on the tray, he shoves them in the oven and sets the timer.
–
After eating, Hana melts into the futon, like she usually does when she gets high with him. So Jax borrows her laptop to play video games.
Unsure where she wants to go with this, he lets her chill out. When she gets enough of her bearings back, he feels her perch her chin on his shoulder. Since he’s in the middle of a match, he ignores her.
“Heal. You’re gonna get annihilated in the next stage if you don’t.” She mutters by his ear.
“Think I don’t know that?”
Removing herself off him, she pads over to the fridge. “Want anything?”
“Soda.”
Coming back over, he listens to the customary sound of her cracking open another beer. Setting his drink by him, he nods.
“Thanks Pomni.” She voices, setting her chin back on him.
“Yeah, yeah. Thanks Pom.” He begrudgingly reciprocates.
–
Aside from the tell tale signs of his bladder aching, his ass asleep, and his back no doubt going to hurt come morning; Jax has no idea how much time has passed. Shifting out of his hunched position post his most recent match, he stretches.
Hana’s laid out beside him, doomscrolling. She’s been commenting on his game every so often, but she’s definitely toasted. Giggling at some video on her phone, Jax sets her laptop in front of his spot and stands up, reaching towards the ceiling.
Rolling over to look up at him, Hana blinks slowly. “Where are you going?”
“To the moon.” He says offhandedly.
Something about her body language is weird to him right now. It’s possible that was just his own high talking. Choosing not to think too deeply about it, he turns to step towards the bathroom.
Grabbing at his ankle Hana startles him, nearly making him stumble.
“What’s wrong with you?!”
Pomni sits up from her laying position, never letting go of his leg in the process.
“caniholdit?” She mumbles, looking down at where she flexes her toes. Her ponytail is a mess from how she’s been messing with her hood and rolling around the futon. He can only imagine how wonky his own hair looks.
Letting his mind catch up, he totally missed what she’d just said.
“Huh?” Jax blurts.
“...nevermind.” She says, her hold on his leg tight.
Crouching low, he gets face to face with her. Squinting, he waits for her to look back at him.
Eventually, her eyes settle on him. He studies her, noticing how the tiny squiggly veins surrounding the deep brown of her iris wiggle off into different directions.
“I legit did not hear you. What did you say?” He tries again.
Closing her eyes, she whispers. “Can I hold it?”
The gears in his mind are slow to start, but once he catches on to what she wants, he jolts.
“Depends. Are you asking ‘cause you’re toasted, or some other reason?”
“I’m not that high.” She cuts back, keeping her eyes closed.
“Wait a sec. Oh my god! This is a thing for you.” Pointing down at her dramatically, he shakes his head. Getting up, he stalks to the bathroom.
Opening her eyes wide, Hana stands, rushing after him. “Now wait a minute–!”
Punching the bathroom light on, Jax rubs at the back of his neck. Standing in front of the toilet, he turns to her, and shrugs.
Placing his hands on his hips, he challenges. “You wanna do it so bad? You can do it all.”
For a moment he thinks he might have broken her. But then he sees her cheeks turn a crazy shade of red.
Right on the money. How did he not pick up on that sooner?!
“I’d hurry if I were you though, might piss my pants if you don’t.” Smiling with teeth, he adds, “...unless you’re into that.”
His teasing seems to get her moving. “Psh, grow up.”
Why he’s entertaining this, he's not entirely sure. Sure having her touching on his dick would be sick, but this felt different. Like it was crossing into territory that neither of them really ventured into. It was one thing to prance around naked in their shared space together, but actually touching the other? That was a different ballgame entirely.
Maybe he should stop this.
A much louder part of him doesn’t want to. He wants to see how far this interaction will actually go.
“Any minute now.” He says tapping his foot, feeling his confidence depleting by the second.
Eyeing him from the sink, she scoffs then moves to stand behind him. Her body heat is palpable. Taking a couple steps closer he feels her chest against his back then her hands settle shakily on his hips.
Peering down, he’s got a pair of old sweatpants, and a pair of loose checkered boxers on.
Picking up on her frantic breathing behind him, his skin heats.
Pomni swallows. “What now?”
His mind blanks.
“Jax? Do you want to st–”
Cutting her off, because no, he doesn’t want to stop, Jax blurts. “Just, you know, pull them low. I don’t know. It’s not rocket science.”
“If you say so.” Hooking her thumbs under the elastic bands of his pants and underwear, she slowly tugs downward.
don’t get hard
don’t get hard
don’t get ha
Unable to stop the inevitable, Jax resigns himself to his fate. If anything, this was mutually assured destruction. He gets new blackmail material for her, and she gets to hold his dick.
Jax tries his best not to overly convolute the situation.
Half chub, she slides the fabric over his pubic hair, down until his base is exposed.
“This okay?” She breathes behind him, only adding to his predicament.
“Get on with it.” Jax states harshly.
“Mean.” Hana mumbles, pulling his pants farther down until his tip flops out. She makes a contemplative sound behind him, where she’s peeking around his back.
“What’s that?”
“Nothing.”
Jax is quiet, watching as her hands travel up his upper thighs and hips. Never taking her hands off him, she shifts to his front, trailing her fingers downward. Dragging her digits through his bush briefly, she gently takes him in hand.
“Still okay?”
Nodding, Jax gets a little lost in the feel of her warm hand around his shaft.
“You gotta pull the skin back.” He explains.
“Oh, al-alright.” Pomni cranes around him more. Using her pointer finger and thumb she holds his tip, and with her other hand she pulls his foreskin skin back slightly.
To his utter embarrassment, he twitches in her hold.
“Oh-hoh~.” Pomni chuckles behind him.
“I’m not helping you. If you make a mess, you’re cleaning it up.”
“What?!”
“Them’s the rules.”
The two go quiet.
“Wait!”
Hana scuttles around to stand at his side instead, then picks him back up with one hand. Nearly fully hard, he prays she won’t make a comment.
“Better aim.” Jax instructs.
With bated breath, she aligns his dick to the best position in order to get his piss in the toilet. “Ready.”
Focusing his best on actually performing what he came in here to do in the first place, Jax has to manually think about it rather than it being a natural action like it typically is.
Even she’s getting antsy, he can sense her glancing at his side profile then back to his cock in her hand.
Closing his eyes he tries to think about his bladder, and not about how easy it would be for her to jerk him off right here and now. Fisting and un-fisting his hands at his sides he tries to ground himself. Halting that train of thought, he locks in.
He hears it hit the toilet water. Finally.
Opening his eyes once he’s got a steady stream going, he glimpses over to see her reaction, and make sure she’s not making a mess.
Biting his tongue to keep from laughing, he watches her wide eyed, gently trying to aim his boner more downward so it doesn’t splatter against the back of the bowl.
Dribbling, he pushes the rest out. Thinking he had been done, she accidentally sprays the underside of the lifted seat.
Affronted, Pomni complains. “A warning would have been nice?!”
Ignoring her, he instructs her on one of her last steps. “Squeeze it all out.”
“Is that necessary?”
“Yeah.”
Eyeing him, she assesses if he’s being truthful. He’s more or less surprised she’s going along with all of this. Jax had been certain she’d stop putting up with his nonsense at some point.
Now he really wants to know exactly how much she’s into this.
Too stubborn to ask outright, he’ll just have to stew in his own assumptions.
“Like this?” Hana grabs him at the middle of his shaft and squeezes downward. Of course, as he knows, a few drops leak out. She makes a contemplative look.
Surprising him, she does it again. Forcing a stuttered breath out of him, he peeks over at Hana, who is already looking up at him.
A silent crackle of heat sparks between them.
Still a little out of it, never taking his eyes off of Pomni's, he wraps his own hand around hers and guides her through one experimental stroke up, then down his shaft.
…and just like that
His own self sabotaging acts up.
“You’re not done. Can’t exactly walk around with my dick out.”
Her entire face is bright pink. He’s certain he’s mirroring her.
There’s a brief glint in her eye that asks a silent question, reading his face she must receive her answer. Moving to his back, she grabs at his sides and tugs up his pants.
“Easy.” Jax reminds her that she can’t just yank them back up.
“You really made this hard for me.” Pomni jokes, stretching the elastic to fit around his boner. “Eh, ehhh?”
Swatting at her hands, he clicks his tongue and takes over fixing his pants. Flushing, the two take turns washing their hands. He wipes up the seat, then takes over the sink after her.
The air is thick with something that both of them keep skirting around.
Following her out of the bathroom, Hana pauses and lingers by the door hopping between her feet.
“I-I’ll be out in a bit.”
Shutting the door in his face before he can form a proper response, Jax stands there like an idiot.
The fan turns on.
Falling to his knees, he drops his head into his hand and pulls at his hair.
Oh my god
Oh my god
She’s totally jerking off in there
That was the vibe she was giving off, right?
Dramatically crawling his way back to the futon, he picks up her laptop and loses a couple matches of the game he had been playing. Too distracted by the shut bathroom door, Jax fails to put any real effort into his strategies.
When she emerges, she appears visibly lighter, and her hair is brushed out.
Too ashamed to even attempt touching himself right now, no matter how desperately he wants to, Jax makes the call he’ll deal with himself once she’s fallen asleep.
Stopping at the fridge for another beer, Hana takes her post beside him again. She looks over his shoulder at his game.
“Can I have a go?”
Removing her laptop from his lap, he hands it off to her.
“I’m going to smoke a joint, want any?”
“Nah.”
Immersed in her match, Jax digs out his stash from their shared closet and takes his joint and lighter out onto the balcony.
Waking groggy as all hell, Hana rubs at her eyes with the palms of her hands. Turning to her right she studies Jax’s slumbering face over their makeshift divider.
The memory of last night rushes to her.
Kicking her blankets off her legs, she beelines to the bathroom and turns on the shower.
A cold shower.
That will fix this.
Banging her head with her fists Pomni can’t believe he’d allowed all of that to happen. She can’t believe she had allowed all of that to happen!
What was she thinking?!
Undressing, Hana drops her clothes into a pile on the floor. Right as she’s about to enter the frigid shower, she catches a seemingly new pile of wadded tissues stacked on top of their bathroom trashcan.
Her mind whites out.
When had he–
Nope. Shower.
–
The universe must have decided it was out to get her today. Jax bumbles in as she’s finishing up.
“Ah shit. Am I still allowed to do this?” At least he has the wherewithal to ask.
Another prime opportunity for her to stop all of this from continuing. Biting her tongue she answers. “Go ahead.”
Turning off the water, she grabs at her towel. Drying off behind the curtain, she wraps it around her body and tentatively pushes the fabric aside.
“Sitting down? Do I need to vacate?”
“No. It’s morning. You do the math.” Jax’s mop of hair is held in his hands, his elbows resting on his thighs..
So neither of them are going to address what happened and continue as they were with the new information they learned about the other last night?
Clearing her throat, Hana tells him about the errands she needs to run today.
“Want to tag along?” She offers, as he washes his hands next to her. Keeping her eyes above his waist, she tries her damndest not to peek at the morning wood he’s failing to hide in his fuckboy sweatpants.
“Maybe. Give me time to come back from the dead.” His eyes are barely open as he trudges out of the room.
She can work with this
This is fine
–
Going through her routine, upon entering their shared space she sees that Jax has fallen back asleep.
Deciding the time apart might be a good idea today, Hana tip-toes around, grabbing her stuff and locking their main door as quietly as possible.
–
Gone for most of the day, Hana is left to agonize and question everything. So when she receives a text from him that evening as she’s leaving her last errand, she feels all the anxiety she’d been grappling with all day dissipate.
Jax: just woke up. wanna meet at that one sub shop in like 30?
Maybe they would be alright. She decides at that moment to backpedal on advancing anything. As long as she can have these moments spent with him, then she doesn’t need anything more…
…for now.