Dreams really do come true đđ loved seeing George and jeff together in the pod. George has so much energy and is such a joy to watch and of course jeff is so sweet as usual! And Steven was too adorable at the end â€ïž
âDestroy the idea that you have to be constantly working or grinding in order to be successful. Embrace the concept that rest, recovery, and reflection are essential parts of the progress towards a successful and ultimately happy life.â
The thunder cracked and rumbled the living room. You laid curled into Jeff's side underneath a large fluffy blanket while he flipped through channels. You loved a good thunderstorm, and had pre lit some of the candles around the room in anticipation of a power outage. Nerf, however, was more reluctant to enjoy himself, and huddled closer to your legs atop the blanket with a concerned look adorning his furry features. You reached down to give him a scratch. "It's okay Nerfy honey." You baby talked the Frenchie as you rubbed behind his ear gently. "You're safe in here with me and your daddy."Â
Jeff looked down at you and smiled. "Thanks for comin' over." He said, stroking your arm lightly and leaving goosebumps in the wake of his fingertips. "He's always a little calmer during the bad weather shit if you're around."Â
"He's not the only one." You chuckled and looked up at Jeff. He grinned, averting his gaze while a pinkish hue spread across his cheeks. You let your head relax down onto Jeff's leg again and continued stroking Nerf. The rain pelted the glass of Jeff's windows and you could hear the wind whipping around the building and disrupting the wind chimes the neighbor had up next door. You had taken your wind chimes down before the storm and brought them inside. They were currently hanging on the switch of the pole lamp that sat in the corner of the room. Jeff had bought them for you at the LA market and surprised you with them. The set was lovely; it was made of antique silverware with beads strung onto the ropes.
When you heard it would be storming, you brought it in immediately. It was one of your favorite gifts; was that partly because it was from Jeff? Possibly. But you didn't dare say it aloud. You and Jeff were not an item. It felt like you were, and to both of your friends, you were as good as off limits to everyone but each other. And yet, there was no label; no spoken confirmation from either of you that what you had was anything more than a close friendship. So you laid on Jeffâs legs in silence, rubbing Nerf and watching the movie Jeff had on his tv while he looked at the weather on his phone. A loud crack of thunder caused all three of you to jump and look towards the darkened windows. Rain battered the glass door and lightning streaked the sky in an impressive display of both beauty and danger. Nerf decided it was time to hop down on the floor and huddle close to the bottom of the couch, and you shifted, stretching your stiff muscles. âHere,â Jeff said, moving you around so he could lay down on the couch, then grabbed your arm gently between his fingers and pulled you down on top of him. âBetter?âÂ
You snuggled into his t-shirt, his warm skin radiating through the material, and pulled the blanket up to your chin. âMhmâ you hummed, allowing a smile to spread across your lips as your eyes fell closed. He snaked his arms underneath the blanket and around your body, playing with the hem of your shirt with one hand and stroking your back with the other. You couldnât think of a moment that held as much love or safety as the moment you rested in now. You rested your hand next to your face on Jeffâs chest, and scratched there with your nails ever so tenderly, earning a contented sigh from Jeff above you. âYouâre really warm, Jeff.â you murmured softly.Â
âHm hm hm,â he chuckled, jostling you slightly. âWell youâre really soft, y/n.â he replied, as his fingers crept up under your shirt to glide along your bare side. Your breath hitched unexpectedly, but you made sure to let it out quickly, trying to re-regulate before he noticed. You werenât sure you were successful, because you felt him chuckle again before returning his fingers up your ribcage. Out of the corner of your eye you saw a bright flash from the lightning and braced yourself for the-
BOOM!
You truly did love storms, but the way the thunder rattled the window panes was slightly unnerving, even to you. âWe're not under any tornado warnings or anything, right?" You asked tentatively, continuing to scratch Jeff's shirt.Â
"No, nothin' like that. You okay?" He asked, reaching up to brush a few hairs away from your face. Butterflies fluttered in your stomach at his gentle touch and you giggled softly.Â
"Yeah, I'm okay. I do hope your glass windows will be okay, because neither of us will be okay anymore if they're not." You laughed, trying to sound more nonchalant than you were, but Jeff knew you well, and tightened his grip around you.Â
"It's made to withstand a lot of weather, sweetheart. It'll be okay." You loved how he comforted you without patronizing you. It was one of your favorite things about him. You cuddled closer to his neck, letting him pull your legs over his and hold you there against him. This was your perfect heaven.Â
BlinkÂ
Blink
The lights went out. "Ooh Jeff, power outage." You beamed up at him and he laughed.Â
"You're so weird." He giggled, thumbing your side.
"I know. But you love me this way." You tittered.
Jeff leaned up without warning and pressed his lips against yours, catching you by surprise. "You know I do," he murmured once you parted. Your whole body was vibrating, the aftermath of Jeffâs kiss sending shockwaves through you.Â
"I love you too." You whispered, hushed, like a prayer.Â
Jeff broke out into a smile, the kind of smile that lit up his face and nurtured the glow in his eyes. "I'm so glad." It was his turn to whisper, before cupping your face and bringing you back in. The candle flames danced around the two of you in celebration as the storm continued to rage outside, unable to penetrate the capsule of safety the two of you had created in each other's arms.Â
âIf you ever get the chance to love someone. Then by all means, love them. Show them how much you care. With action and not just words. Appreciate them. Make them feel needed. Wanted. Missed. Loved. Welcome them to be a part of your life. Genuinely. Openly. Be vulnerable with them when you must. Donât be afraid of letting them know how you feel. Of exposing your heart. If you ever get the chance to love someone. Then. Please. By all means. Love them. Deeply.Softly. Gently. Love them. But really love them. Really give them your all. And be there for them. make it work when work is needed. listen to them when they need someone to talk to. Donât let things die down. Especially if you get the chance to be with them for a lifetime. Give them your best parts. Your best moments. Your best memories.â
â A.Y. [ i love you with all my heart, i miss you more than i could ever express]
I once watched a girl in the produce aisle pick up a bushel of bananas that were precariously perched on the edge and move them farther back and under her breath she said âthere you go sweeties - that will be more comfortableâ before shuffling off and⊠I think about her often.
I was driving on the highway and passed a dude absolutely JAMMING alone in his car, doing those little half dance moves you do when youâre stuck sitting down in a small space, bellowing unheard lyrics at the top of his lungs, and my instant reaction was to think âI love you.â And then to pray he had a good day, or whatever, because those fleeting moments of connection are so incredible.
You yawned and stretched, then squeezed Jeffâs waist. He smiled in his sleep and hummed. His hand splayed against your back underneath your shirt and pulled you nearer to him. It was so warm under the soft sheets; he was warm, his skin an intoxicating, velvety blanket surrounding every one of your senses. You had never felt safer or more loved with anyone. You remembered the first night you laid down with him and allowed him to wrap you up close to his body while he whispered hopes of sweet tomorrows in your ear. You had never slept so soundly, and anytime you had slept alone since, dreams escaped you and you tossed and turned without him near.Â
It was raining outside that chilly morning in New York. You had come with Jeff to meet his family for Christmas, as well as have a little personal vacation for the two of you. It had been a wonderful week, and his family had been ever so good to you, but it was your last morning, and you sighed as you remembered that you werenât quite ready to leave yet. But you also werenât sure you were ready to leave the comfort and safety of the warm sheets you shared with your boyfriend.
âMm baby..â you cooed, snuggling closer to him. âWe still have stuff to pack before our flight.âÂ
âFlightâs not until 3pm, babe. Câmere.â Jeff mumbled and tangled his fingers into your hair as he held your head to his bare chest. You took the opportunity to pepper slow kisses along the curves of his pecs and his collarbone and he purred with contentment.
Finally you pulled away from him and whispered, âIâm gonna make us some coffee and we can cuddle while we watch it rain. Hm?â
He sighed dramatically. âI suppose thatâd be fine.â he drawled out and you giggled, smushing your lips against his before climbing out of bed, wrapping the top blanket from the bed around your shoulders, and padding into the kitchen. He watched you from behind with a tender smile on his face, wondering how he had gotten lucky enough to call you his.Â
Once the coffee was brewed and the room smelled like heaven, you brought yours and Jeffâs cups over to the bed, setting yours on the bedside table and placing his into his hands. You crawled back into bed beside him as he took his first drink. âMmmm, itâs good, baby. Thank you.â He leaned over to kiss your lips and you smiled onto his mouth.Â
âI love you.â you murmured, rubbing your nose against his. You felt his cheeks crinkle up as his smile widened and he leaned in to kiss you harder.
âI love you too, babygirl.â he said, then leaned away from you to set his coffee down on the table on his side of the bed. But he was back to you in seconds, pulling you on top of him and grabbing hold of your ass as he captured your lips with his own. His hands traversed your frame so lovingly, rubbing your soft skin up and down. They came to rest on your breasts and he kneaded your nipples with his thumbs. You moaned into his mouth and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him impossibly closer to you.Â
You would have gone further, but your room phone rang, causing both of you to jump. âIâll get it, babe.â you sighed, rolling off of Jeff and reaching for the phone. You picked up and held the phone to your ear.
âHello, this is your wake up call from the front desk. Have a great day!â
âOh jeeez..â you groaned, hanging the phone up and chuckling. âIt was our wake up call.âÂ
âDamn.â Jeff laughed. âRemind me to never set one of those again.âÂ
âAgreed.â you snickered, and climbed back over to finish what you had started.Â
You squirmed in Jeffâs lap, the heat of his palms on your bare thighs igniting a different kind of burn inside of you. But you were almost to the after party, and alone time was not in your near future. Your dress had ridden up your legs just enough for the rough pads of Jeffâs fingers to tickle your skin as he rubbed circles in your thighs while you rode along in the golf cart, Oscar and Kyle on either side of him. You breathed out slowly and tried to focus on the wind blowing your hair into your face, the click of Oscarâs camera as he flipped through the settings, and the bumps in the road that jostled all of you around. But Jeffâs teasing kisses along your neck and jaw after making some offhand comment about how good your dress looks had your mind wandering back to how good his fingers would feel if they were just⊠a little⊠higher.Â
âHey, weâre here!â Kyleâs exclamation brought you back down to earth, your head spinning slightly. Jeff eased you off of his lap and jumped down, then turned to give you his hand.Â
âCome on, beautiful.â he whispered before leaning up to press his lips against yours. âCanât wait to show you off.â You smiled against his mouth before pulling away and allowing him to help you off of the golf cart and link your arms together. As he led you into the venue, a warmth came over you, radiating from the heaters next to the door. Candles were perched in candelabras lining the walls of the front room; dinner first, party after. You were excited about the food. The awards show had been much longer than expected, and while you were absolutely thrilled that your Jeff had won an award for his documentary, your stomach failed to produce the same excitement for your boyfriend, instead growling in protest at the lack of nutrition.Â
You made your way over to where plaques with yourâs and Jeffâs names were set at your table placements and Jeff reached around your body to pull your chair out for you, leaning down to whisper playfully in your ear, âMy lady.â You giggled and turned your head, allowing him access to plant a kiss on your cheek.Â
âThank you, good sir.â you quipped in return and fluttered your lashes at him. He pushed your chair in and pulled out his own to sit down beside you. You glanced over at your handsome man, still somewhat in shock that he was yours. You werenât sure youâd ever get over that feeling, and you werenât sure you ever wanted to. You wanted to be able to look over and see this amazing man sitting beside you for the rest of your life, and you had been praying that he would ask you to do just that for awhile now.
You were snapped out of your reverie by Oscar sitting down across from the two of you. âReady to eat for the first time in 10 hours, guys?â he asked sarcastically and you and Jeff chuckled in response.
âI thought I was gonna black out before I ever saw food again.â you chuffed, sending a wink Jeffâs way.Â
âYou shouldâve!â he said, giggling. âI couldâve made a scene and carried you out; we couldâve gotten pizza two hours ago!â Your head careened back and you let out a cackle.Â
âDamn! Remind me of that next time, babe!âÂ
Just about that time, servers came around the table with chicken parmesan and placed it in front of each of you. The conversation ceased and the three of you chowed down on your food, Jeff making an offhand comment about being Italian and pasta every so often. But you couldnât find it in yourself to pay much attention until at least half of your dish had begun to settle in your stomach. Finally content, you stretched a little in your seat and looked over at your boyfriend talking animatedly to the man next to Oscar about shooting scenes for his documentary. âHe is just so handsome.â you think to yourself, smiling as you watched him. You reached over and laid your hand on his thigh, scratching your fingers on his dress pants. He smiled and turned his gaze to you, picking up your hand and placing his lips ever so gently on the back of it before clasping it tightly in his own and laying it in his lap.Â
His leg was warm and you wanted to be closer to him, enveloped in his warmth, so you slid your hand around to his inner thigh and scooted your chair nearer to his side. He raised his eyebrow at you and side eyed you curiously before continuing to talk to the stranger. Normally you were very involved in the conversations and happenings around you, but you were tired and warm and just wanted Jeff to fill every part of you with his attention and love. But with this deep of a conversation going, you knew there was only one way to properly get his attention. So you took a deep breath, allowed a smirk onto your lips, and let your fingers crawl their way from his thigh up closer to his manhood, making him tense up almost immediately.
You laid your head down against his shoulder and rubbed your thumb gently over the growing bulge in his pants. HIs breath hitched in his throat and he coughed once or twice, reaching for his water and attempting not to smile. You were surprised at how much he seemed to enjoy the little game you were playing, at first, sure he would be too embarrassed to let it continue for too long. But as you began to palm him under his napkin and he leaned down to press a chaste kiss against your lips, you knew that rest was not in your future. But however hard he was getting, he wasnât getting out of his seat, so you knew you had to go a little further. You picked up your fork and made a large gesticulation before dropping it ever so unceremoniously under the table.Â
âOh, no. I am so sorry.â you said quickly, and dove for the fork, bending down just far enough to get your whole head underneath the table cloth. You heard Jeff and the stranger continuing their conversation above you and you smiled mischievously before reaching across to inch Jeffâs zipper down and release his hardened cock into your palm. You watched his legs stiffen as you placed your lips on the tip of his dick and press down, sliding it into your mouth slowly and bobbing your head up and down on it; slow enough to not be obvious to anyone around, but quick enough to cause Jeff to reach under and take hold of your hair.Â
You released his cock with a small pop of your lips and returned to the surface with your fork in hand. âFound it!â you exclaimed, placing it on the table cloth and smiling up at Jeff innocently. He practically groaned, but held most of it in with a bite of food. You decided to let him cool down for awhile, and you were both able to finish your meals and desserts in peace. But it was time to turn up the heat again once the meal was over and the party began. The crowd moved further into the venue, into a large space with an open bar and a dance floor.Â
âCâmon, baby, letâs dance.â Jeff breathed into your ear before taking your earlobe between his teeth and suckling on it a little. You melted into his body and let him wrap his strong arms around your waist and lead you in a slow dance.Â
âYou know how proud I am of you?â you mumbled onto his lips in between kisses. âYou deserve this recognition so much.â kiss âYouâve worked-â kiss âso-â kiss âvery hard.âÂ
âI couldnât have done it without you, baby.â he replied, staring into your eyes with so much ardor you thought youâd burst.
âYes you could have, sweetheart.â you said, cupping his stubbly cheek in your hand.
âYeah, wellâŠI didnât want to.â he smiled and reconnected your lips. You giggled and pulled him closer to you while you nuzzled your head into his neck and swayed with him until the song had ended. A few moments of silence passed before dance music filled the hall and bodies filled the dance floor around you and Jeff. He laughed and put his hands on your hips, moving them back and forth to match his motion. Your lip found its way between your teeth and you pulled him closer by his shoulders, the heat having returned between your legs. You were hungry for a new kind of delicacy now.Â
âCâmere, baby.â you pulled him towards you and his hands came to rest on your bum, only exciting you more. âMmm JeffyâŠâ you whined into his ear while the music blared around you. He squeezed your buttcheeks and you groaned, kissing him hard. âLetâs go home.â you whimpered.
âHomeâs too far.â Jeff said, his voice low and gravelly. âCome with me.â and he took you by the hand and led you off the dance floor into a dark hallway before pressing you up against the wall and smashing his lips into yours. You moaned into his mouth and snaked your arms around his neck, pulling him closer. You wanted him, all of him, and he felt it. He bent down to grab the backs of your thighs and pull them up around his waist. You yelped in surprise and giggled, squeezing his broad shoulders. He reconnected your butt with the wall and you gasped, laying your head back against the cold concrete. He took the opportunity to kiss, nip, and bite your sensitive skin, leaving marks that you knew would be your favorite color of purple in the morning. You wriggled in his grasp, craving more of him. You wanted his skin against yours so badly. As he claimed you with his mouth, you went to work unbuttoning his suit jacket and then his white undershirt. When enough buttons were loose, you tugged both the jacket and the shirt down over his shoulders, leaning forward to place kisses on his exposed skin, leaving a trail of lip gloss down his front.Â
âMmm,â he hummed against your neck as he pressed you even more firmly to the wall, letting go of you with his arms and allowing you to undress him. You clasped his biceps between your fingers and moaned while he explored your body with his hands.Â
âDress,â you muttered. âGet the zipper.âÂ
He smiled against your skin as you leaned forward to give him access to the back of your dress. He pulled your zipper down like an expert and unclasped your bra not long after, setting you down on the ground so you could allow both articles to pool around your ankles. âMmm, baby.â he mumbled, crouching down on his knees and taking one of your breasts in his large hand and thumbing the nipple into a hardened peak. You groaned loudly in response, your hands finding their way into his hair to tug on the ends. His lips enclosed your nipple soon after and you felt his tongue swirling around it sloppily, flicking it every so often while you writhed above him. He made use of his other hand by moving your underwear to the side and sliding his digits up and down your slit, until you were wet enough to let his middle finger into your tight pussy.Â
You gasped and let out a desperate whine, bucking your hips against Jeffâs finger, begging for him to move it inside you. But he remained mostly still, teasing you until he was pleased with your responses, then he began to thrust it in and out of your folds, faster and clumsier until your cunt soaked his finger with your juices and you let out his name in a cry.
âNow we can go home, baby.â he said innocently as he removed himself from you and started picking up your clothes off the floor. âIâll finish you when we get home.â
Wait a minute i just read up on side blogs. Apparently I can't follow anybody with one? That's no fun. My other account is so random đ I wanted to try and find other Jeff fans, so I just made a side blog. đ
