I have a leak under my bathroom sink that has been dripping for two weeks. I told my RA about it twice. Maintenance has not come. The bucket I put under it fills up every day and I am tired of emptying it.

Dev said he would come look at it.

Dev is my best friend's older brother. I have mentioned him before. He is twenty three and he works construction and he has big hands and he knows how to fix things and he has been inside me more times than either of us will ever admit to his sister.

I knew he was coming at four. I took a shower at three forty five. I timed it so I would be getting out right when he knocked and if you think that was not intentional you have not been paying attention to anything I have ever said about myself.

He knocked. I wrapped a towel around myself. It was a small towel. The kind that covers what it needs to cover and nothing else. I opened the door.

"Hey" I said.

He looked at me. His eyes went from my face to the towel to my legs and back to my face and I watched him do the thing he always does where he tries to be a normal responsible person about it.

"You could have put on clothes" he said.

"Could have."

He walked past me and went straight to the bathroom like he had a job to do and he was going to do it and the fact that I was standing behind him in a towel that was barely holding on was not going to change that. I followed him and stood in the doorway and watched him crouch down and look under the sink.

"It is the connector" he said. "I need a wrench."

"Tool bag is in the kitchen."

He stood up and walked past me. He was close. Close enough that his arm brushed my shoulder and I could smell soap and sawdust and I shifted the towel and it slipped an inch and he pretended not to notice.

He found the wrench and went back to the bathroom and I heard him working under the sink. Metal on metal. I leaned against the kitchen counter and waited.

"Done" he said a few minutes later. He stood up and walked back out and I was still leaning on the counter in my towel with wet hair dripping on my shoulders.

He stopped walking.

"Kim."

"What."

"Put on clothes."

I dropped the towel.

It hit the floor around my feet and I stood there naked in my kitchen leaning against the counter and he stood in the hallway holding a wrench and his jaw was tight and his eyes were on my body and I knew the exact second he gave up pretending.

He put the wrench down on the floor. He walked over to me. He put his hands on my waist and his fingers were rough and callused and warm against my skin. He kissed me hard and I grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled him closer.

"I cannot keep doing this" he said against my mouth.

"You keep saying that."

"I know."

He spun me around and bent me over the counter. The laminate was cold against my stomach and my tits and I felt his hand on the back of my neck pressing me down gently. I heard his belt. I heard his zipper. I felt the head of his cock press against my pussy and I pushed back into him.

He pushed inside me and I moaned into the counter. He was already worked up from watching me walk around in a towel for ten minutes and I could feel it in the way he fucked me. Not slow. Not careful. Just hard and deep from the first stroke.

"Fuck" he said. His hand was still on the back of my neck and his other hand was gripping my hip hard enough to leave marks and I could feel him all the way inside me and every time he pulled back and slammed in I slid forward on the counter.

I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit while he fucked me and I came fast. Faster than usual. Something about being bent over in my own kitchen with the wrench still on the floor and the fixed sink dripping one last time behind the bathroom door. Something about him always saying he cannot keep doing this and then doing it anyway.

"I want you to cum inside me" I said.

"Kim."

"Inside me. Please."

He pushed all the way in and I felt him cum inside my pussy. He pressed himself against my back and his mouth was on my shoulder and I could feel him pulsing and I stayed bent over the counter because I did not want to move. I wanted to stay right there in that exact position and feel every second of it.

He pulled out. I turned around and sat on the counter and he stood between my legs with his forehead against mine and his eyes closed.

"Your sink is fixed" he said.

I laughed. I actually laughed and he laughed too and it was the first time in a while where we were both laughing about the same thing instead of pretending it did not happen.

"Thank you" I said.

"For the sink?"

"Sure. For the sink."

He got dressed and I stayed on the counter with my legs swinging and watched him pick up his tools. He kissed me on the forehead on his way out which was softer than anything he had done in the last twenty minutes and somehow that is the part I keep thinking about.

His sister texted me an hour later asking if he fixed the leak and I said yes and I thought about all the things I was never going to tell her and how many of them involved her brother's hands on my body in places that a plumbing visit does not normally require.