by Carol Warning no. all mistake are mine, sorry. Thanks Jere for the beta job ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Jay stood staring at a red spot in the corner; his ass stung from the several swats that Jack firmly placed across his sit spot, again, for mouthing off at him, again. It's been one of those days, and it's not even noon yet. Since this was not his normal corner, he was unable to see Amie in her cage, or the little spider that Jack could not reach to kill, which has gotten a little bigger now. He wondered what caused the red spot, as he poked it with his finger. Since he feared being left alone, while standing in a corner, Jack had placed him close to the air vent, while he ran down stairs to repair a ring for an established customer. `It's a bright cool Saturday, for fuck sakes; I should be out skating, or better yet, rolling around with Jack in bed; not standing in a fucking corner," Jay thought, as he stomped his foot. When his phone vibrated, he glanced at it. "Stop stomping" came the text. Jay stuck his tongue out at the vent, only to get "I see that" on the next text. He wanted to kick something, but since the walls were brick, he would probably break his toe again. So he just stood there thinking . . . of what got him here; like always, his mouth. The swats were just a warning to shut up, but did he listen? No, he didn't listen; that's why he's staring at a fucking red dot on the wall. Letting out a sigh, he cocked his head toward the door, as he listened for footsteps on the stairs. Not hearing any, he fiddled with his cell phone to find his music, and turned it on low, just enough for him to hear, but not loud enough to be heard down the vent. While he bobbed to the music, he was unaware that Jack had entered the room. Feeling strong arms wrap around him, he jumped. "What are you doing?" was whispered in his ear. "Missing you," Jay told him, with a shy sweet voice. As he turned around, his lips found his lover's. The kiss was hard, but ice melting. Never breaking the kiss, Jay pushed his lover back toward his work chair. Once his man was seated, Jay straddled his lap. It may not be the bed but he had his man.