The Break Room
     by: Lauren 



When I walked into the break room, Darren was eating lunch with Ben. 
Neither of them noticed me, so I made myself scarce at a back table and picked up a magazine.  Darren and I had been fighting recently, but that didn't mean I couldn't go to the break room for God Sakes. I've been working in the bloody sound booth nonstop for who knows how long.  he's been upset because I've been working too hard on the new CD.  But you kow, I'm free right now, and he's not paying attention to me. That's one of those ironies, i never paid attention in english class.

So he's over there, eating what's left of his lunch, a banana, half a
milkshaked, an empty tupperwear container with last night's leftovers in it. 
He's peeling the banana.

shit.

Of all the phallic objects he could have for lunch, of all the ways, he could
eat it, he had to wrap his lips around it, so tenderly...  I adjust myself
uncomfortably in the seat.  He's about to bite down when Ben says something,
and he slips it out of his mouth to reply.  I can see the tiny little bite
marks around the sides.  he examines the banana before silpping it back in
his mouth, his cheeks scked in before he finally bites down.  I find myself
exhaling a breath I didn't know I was holding. Something occurs to me.  Does
he know I'm watching?  Is that why he's there, doing those things with Ben,
for christ sake, my best friend.  The banana polished off, he licks his
fingers clean.  I remember him doing that a few nighs ago, an interlude to
our fighting.  But that was over a week, and now...  I can feel my hardness
straining against my jeans.

Christ, he's got the milkshake now.  Sucking through the straw, his cheeks
hollowing, his odd cheekbones making it more distinct.  He comes away from
the straw, white droplets catching on his lower lip.  He licks them away
delecately, and smiles at something Ben says.  I realize I've got to get out
of here.  Descreetly.  My cock is on fire, there's no way I'm going to be
able to work now.  Go home for a hot shower and a good beating.  If I can
just get out of here without Daz knowing how I've been affected. 

I go quickly by the table, shock on Darren's face that he had no idea that I
was in the room.  I throw it to the wind.

"Fucking tease," I grin, and pull him out of his chair.  "You're taking an
extended lunch break."
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