Slim Chance

Chapter 3

Chapter 3

Inventory sucked, but Dane would rather be counting boxes of to-go cups and flavor syrups than writing up another frickin’ boring report to the Order. Plus, it got him off the main floor of Crypt Coffee, his macabre-themed coffee shop, and away from picky customers and whiny employees. This time of day, after lunch but not yet solidly into midday when people needed another pick-me-up, was slow enough that even down one barista he could slip away.

He found a box of toilet paper that should have been in the bathroom closet and hauled it out, swearing under his breath at whoever screwed that one up. He didn’t bother to respond when he heard a knock on the door, but the person entered anyway.

“The hell do you want?” asked Dane, glaring at the inventory glowing on the screen.

“You,” said Sean from behind him. Without giving Dane a chance to react, Sean wrapped his arms around him from behind. He pressed his crotch into Dane’s ass, hooked his fingers into Dane’s waistband.

Dane’s pulse leapt and his c**k stirred, but he was wary. Sean had seemed way too pissed off to be in the mood so soon. But Sean’s lips found the back of his neck, and his hand cupped Dane, squeezed. Dane decided he didn’t care. If Sean wanted to f**k, he wasn’t going to argue with it and miss his chance. Dane ground back on Sean, heard and felt the professor’s breath past his ear.

“Lock the door,” said Dane.

Sean paused like he was about to object, then released Dane and pulled away. Dane heard the click, turned around. He sat back against a bag of coffee beans and waited for Sean to lean down before kissing him. Sean tasted overwhelmingly like burnt coffee, not particularly pleasant, but Dane wasn’t about to lecture him at the moment. Sean pawed at his c**k again, and Dane reached up a hand to grab the professor, easier to accomplish with the slacks he wore. Sean groaned into his mouth.

Dane pulled him closer by his d**k and balls. Sean practically fell on top of him, legs and knees resting on either side of Dane’s, one hand bracing himself. The other found the back of Dane’s head and held on as their mouths came together, eager and hungry. Dane was ready to go, uncomfortable and frustrated in his jeans, so he undid Sean’s zipper and tugged him out. He drew his hand along under Sean’s shaft, using the other on the back of Sean’s neck to keep their lips together.

Sean’s c**k practically leapt at his touch, and Dane released him when he began squirming. The professor pulled back, gasping.

“You promised your ass.”

“You think I’m trying to get out of it?” asked Dane. He reached for Sean’s c**k again, watched the professor half-close his eyes in enjoyment as he stroked. Sean let him several times, then pushed his hand away.

“I’m too close for you to keep messing around. Let’s go to the Lair.”

“Don’t need to,” said Dane. He got up, pushed past Sean, and rummaged behind an old box, making sure to get a good look at the professor’s face when he pulled out condoms and lube.

“Do you keep s**t like that in every room?” asked Sean.

Dane grinned. He’d been hoping they’d f**k in here at some point and had prepared.

“Try me in every room and find out,” he said.

Sean rolled his eyes and grabbed the supplies from Dane, who retreated back to the coffee bags. While he was deciding which position seemed the least painful, Sean moved over and grabbed his shoulder. He kissed Dane, pushed him back down on the bag of coffee beans, and leaned in. His hands were cold and Dane shuddered as Sean pulled up his shirt, fingers tracing the base of his ribs, one of his tattoos. Then Sean’s touch drew lower and he undid Dane’s jeans.

Shirt pushed up past his n*****s, pants pulled down to his ankles, Dane sprawled against the coffee, uncomfortable as hell as the hard beans pressed into his back and the angle curved his spine. When Sean pulled back he took hold of himself, stroked a few times to pass the long seconds before the professor was ready.

Sean pushed up Dane’s legs and slid two slicked fingers in at once.

“f**k,” said Dane, releasing his c**k to brace against the beans. His ass tensed involuntarily around Sean’s fingers and then relaxed.

“You’re tight for someone who’s been taking it so regularly.”

“Shut up and f**k me,” growled Dane. His c**k had slapped up against his abdomen when Sean had shoved him back and he felt the precome sticky across his skin.

Sean grinned and moved his fingers, finding the right spot to hit. Dane clenched his teeth, refusing to groan, as his c**k twitched against his skin. Sean was driving him mad, his pulse seemed erratic and demanding, but the professor was apparently too desperate himself to torture Dane for too long. He pulled his fingers out and replaced them with his c**k. Dane closed his eyes, let his head fall back against the bags of coffee beans as Sean buried himself completely.

“Better,” he muttered.

Sean pulled back, pushed forward again. He moved more slowly at first, figuring out where to grab Dane’s legs so he wouldn’t fall off the bags or be pushed back so far he hit the wall. Dane wanted more, but he knew Sean did too, so instead of complaining he held out until Sean sped his pace. Just when he was expecting the professor to come Sean stopped, c**k up Dane’s ass, and leaned forward. Dane cracked an eye to find him smiling smugly.

When Sean took hold of him Dane nearly lost it, the touch satisfying after several days without anyone on his c**k but himself. Sean had lubed his palm, and every stroke felt amazing. Dane tried desperately to hold out, to ride the sensations a little longer, to put up a bit of resistance to how Sean was handling him. But Sean eased his c**k out halfway, eased back in, once, twice, and on the third stroke Dane came hard.

“Damn,” muttered Sean as Dane clenched around his c**k. He stroked Dane until his c**k had given up everything it was going to, then released him.

Dane gasped in a breath he didn’t know he needed until now as his c**k slapped back over the rapidly cooling stickiness pooling over his abdomen. His pulse still pounded hard in his ears. Just when he was about to relax his grip on the beans of coffee Sean began to pound him steadily again and he dug his fingers back in. A few months ago Dane would have resisted being the man with the c**k up his ass, but he found he actually enjoyed it now and then. Still, he missed the tables being turned and hoped Sean would get over himself soon. He managed to adjust just enough to see Sean’s face as he came, definitely an expression Dane enjoyed. When Sean pulled out Dane nearly collapsed to the floor.

“Asshole,” he hissed as he got his still-pants-linked feet under him.

Sean drew back, breathing hard. He looked satisfied. He also looked too serious for Dane’s liking.

“I needed that,” he said.

Dane rolled his eyes.

“Pass me some of those napkins,” he said, pointing to an open box. “Glad you came around.”

“This does not mean I’m not pissed at you anymore,” said Sean, shoving napkins Dane’s way.

“Great, professor, I’m real happy for you.” Dane wiped at the come trying to slide its way off him. “Stay pissed.”

“As long as you get f****d, you don’t care. Just what I wanted to hear.”

Dane got to his feet, shrugging. As far as he was concerned, if they were screwing again, things would blow over at some point. That had been the past pattern. It’d hold. Sean was still his.

He pulled up his jeans, wondering when he’d gotten so concerned he’d actually lose Sean. He decided he didn’t want to think about it. He glanced around, realizing the one thing he’d failed to keep in supply here.

“What?” asked Sean, watching him frown around the room.

“Drink?”

Sean tossed wadded napkins and used condom into the bin by the door and followed him down to the Lair. Dane selected from his wall of bottles, had a few swigs, then passed bourbon to Sean. He liked a shot after s*x, and Sean looked like he needed one anyway. The professor sank into the one wooden chair Dane kept down here and set the bottle on the desk.

“I give you my ass and that’s the face you make.”

Sean frowned, ignoring that in favor of what was on his mind.

“You ever deal with a Lithe Fellow before?”

“So you’re back here for my Order database,” said Dane, crossing his arms. “Maybe whatever you can dig up in the sub-Lair without cleaning. Nice to know I’m loved.” He paused.

Sean looked disturbed, not irritated. He had another drink. Dane figured something must have affected him, but whatever it was, it probably wasn’t a Lithe Fellow. After a solid minute, he went with Sean’s topic.

“Heard of them. Rare bastards, tend to keep to Wisconsin for some reason.”

Sean rubbed the side of his nose and tilted his head back.

“Bleu Falls is in Wisconsin.”

“Yeah, but odds of a Lithe Fellow here are s**t,” said Dane. He didn’t like where he thought Sean was going with this. “They like kids for prey, professor. You thinking of teaching junior high? Want me to look into coworkers?”

“No,” said Sean. “I want you to look into the chair of my department.”

Dane stared at him as he drank, then took the bottle from him. He capped it. He set it back on the shelf. He’d almost find Sean’s various obsessions endearing if they weren’t so damned annoying. First he’d thought a werewolf had ripped a student’s throat out—a belief they’d set to rest after working closely with the local Packs—and now it was a Lithe Fellow.

“Don’t you have witch s**t to study?” asked Dane.

Sean glared at him.

“You think this is a waste of your time.”

Dane couldn’t actually reply to that, because he did, and he didn’t feel like lying about something so obvious. It wasn’t like he and Sean were getting along well lately. They stared at each other a moment before Sean stood.

“Well, it doesn’t matter, because you’re doing it anyway.”

“The hell I am.”

Sean smiled at him, none of the lust there he’d had half an hour ago. He leaned in close to Dane, almost as though to kiss him, but he didn’t follow through.

“Oh, you are. You owe me, remember? For the f*****g awful experience with your family. I’m collecting. You’re going to check out the chair for me.”

Dane stared at him, actually surprised Sean was going to follow through on that. The professor didn’t seem to be the kind to actually use a favor owed. While Dane stood there, Sean leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the lips.

“That non-Decrypting thing you were planning? Let’s do that later. I’ll tell you about it then.”

As Sean retreated back up the stairs, Dane’s phone notified him the barista was getting overwhelmed. He ground his teeth and braced himself for the deluge of coffee orders awaiting him behind the counter.