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29 Jun

Mike dropped into his favorite chair in the office. It sat in a corner in the small space between Dragan’s desk and what was left of the room after they’d wedged the bulky, ancient desk through the narrow door. He leaned back, pushing up on two legs until his head hit the wall.

He was exhausted. He loved his classes, and for the most part, his students worked hard and truly appreciated his efforts. Bria and Kellan, however, pushed him to his last morsel of patience tonight. While he thought he’d effectively and politely brushed them off, they stayed, both of them, and then started a minor war competing for his attention. All he wanted to do was sit down and shoot the shit with the Dragon, and instead he’d spent ten minutes referring their verbal sparring and wishing he’d gone to college to get a degree for an office job that didn’t involve talking to people. Ever.

The Dragon interrupted Mike’s brooding without looking up from his paperwork. “Your phone’s been vibrating for the past hour.”

Mike sighed and set the chair right so he could reach his phone on the desk. “Who?”

“Crandall.”

“Did you answer it?”

Dragan glanced up. His expression said it all, but he answered anyway. “He has my number if it’s an emergency.”

Mike laughed. He understood. Crank and the Dragon had little in common. Dragan respected Crandall’s skill against vampires, and trusted him in a fight, but beyond that, they said little to each other. They were from two different worlds. Dragan, an old world import, with more years in the field than most hunters could hope for, and Crandall was, well, Crandall, a young punk to anyone who didn’t know him — which was most people, due to his own choice and desire.

Swiping his thumb across the phone’s screen, Mike frowned. Crandall had called five times, but didn’t leave a single message. If it was that pressing, why didn’t he call Dragan? Or Ash?

Mike hit Call Back, and raised the phone to his ear.

“When are you coming home?”

Crandall’s abrupt phone demeanor stopped shocking Mike long ago. “I’m closing up tonight. Why?”

“I need you. Now.”

Mike leaned forward, his elbows propped on his knees. “What’s wrong?”

“You’re not here, naked, fucking me hard.”

Barely remembering the Dragon was in the room, and probably listening to his responses, Mike turned his face away, and bit his lip. After a few seconds, he dared to speak. “I’ll leave right away.” He whispered the words but he could hear the need in his voice, and hoped it wasn’t as obvious to Dragan. Shit, how was he going to walk out of the office with a hard on? The jogging pants he wore sure as hell wouldn’t hide the effect Crandall’s statement had on him.

Mike hit End Call, and bowed his head to take a long, deep breath. Think unsexy thoughts. Think unsexy thoughts. Not Crandall bent over the bed, screaming harder, faster. Fuck…

“Everything alright?”

Mike nodded, and then slowly looked up. “Yeah, no problem, man. Just… Crank being Crank.” He chuckled but it sounded breathy, nervous. Suddenly, he remembered, he’d come out to Dragan. He worked so hard to keep up the façade that he struggled to let it drop even when he knew he was safe. He shook his head. “Sorry, man, he’s… He wants some company, and for a minute I forgot I was working. I’ll call him back.”

Dragon’s stony features morphed into amusement as he laughed. “I figured that out.” He winked. “If you want to keep that relationship a secret, you might want to turn down the volume on your phone.”

He wasn’t one for blushing, but Mike could feel his cheeks flush as heat raced up his neck and through his face. Dragan heard that? Mike hung his head and rubbed his face with one hand.

“Go.” Dragan waved his hand dismissively. “There are just a few people still working out in the gym. I’ll lock up.”

“He can wait,” Mike said quickly, still partially covering his face as if he could hide from the entire situation.

“No, it doesn’t sound like he can. Go. I’ll be working on this until closing time anyway. Have fun.” Dragan laughed again and shook his head as he returned his focus to his stack of invoices. “To be young again,” he muttered, still chuckling.

 
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Posted by on June 29, 2013 in Dragan, Flirtations, Identity

 

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