Chapter Fifteen
JULIAN
The moment I step out of the college building, Ezio pops up in front of me. I jump, startled, but when I see who the vampire is, my racing heart calms down.
“Julian, come, come,” Ezio says, first petting my face like any part of that is normal before pushing me toward his car.
“I’m starting to think our professor is up to something sketchy,” Malcolm whispers to Brandy.
“I’m starting to wish I was also involved in something sketchy,” Brandy says, which makes me concerned as I’m stuffed into the passenger seat, then handed a gigantic bucket of breaded chicken strips and what must be pounds of potato wedges.
“What is happening?” Malcolm asks as I hand him a potato wedge through the window.
“I don’t know,” I realize as Ezio gets into the car and takes off before I can comprehend any of this and assure my students that this is a normal situation. At least now I don’t have to lie to them.
“Why do I have so much chicken?” I ask.
“Casimir told me to pick you up and feed you. I didn’t know how much you’d eat.”
“You… you thought I’d eat all of this?”
“I assume it takes a lot of calories for you wolves to be so dreadfully pesky, so yes,” he says.
“Why couldn’t Casimir pick me up?”
“He’s busy with work stuff, so he told me to protect your tush.”
“Were those his exact words?”
Ezio gives me a curt nod. “Yes.”
“For some reason, I have my doubts.”
“Don’t doubt,” he says as he pulls into the police department’s parking lot.
“What are we doing here?”
“I like to walk Cyrus into work every evening,” he says.
“I bet he loves that,” I mutter as Ezio hops out and starts chasing Cyrus who is just trying to get into work. I roll down the window and give him a wave as he pulls his taser out, like he’s prepared to use it. Seeing me makes him hesitate and hide the weapon, as though he thinks I’d care.
“Oh! Julian,” he says as he rushes over to Ezio’s car and gets in it. He locks the door with Ezio outside it and turns to me. “I heard about what happened with the wolves yesterday.”
Ezio leans against the window with a forlorn look on his face seeing as he clearly isn’t included.
“Yeah, it wasn’t good. Would you be interested in coming to our meeting tonight? I know you’re not a vampire or wolf, but I feel like if you came, you’d raise our overall intelligence significantly,” I say.
He laughs and I can hear Ezio gasp from outside the window. I guess making Cyrus laugh is an achievement that he hasn’t yet managed. “Uhhh, they don’t exactly like me, you know?”
“I don’t think they like me either,” I admit as I hold out my giant bucket of chicken. “Would you like some? I… I mean, I know it might not look like I have enough to share, but I could spare a piece or ten for you.”
“Thank you,” he says as he takes a few. “I guess I’ll stop by and see if I can be of any help.
Things are getting tense. I’m afraid that someone is trying to make a move for the territory, and if they were to win…
I’m worried neither humans nor wolves—or even vampires—would be safe.
They’re brutal and I’m nervous about what that’ll mean for the rest of us. ”
“I know… and it’s not just any vampires coming for us… they’re old.”
“The only source I have is Ezio, which is like having no source at all. Do you think you could get me a detailed report of what happened yesterday?”
“I can!” Ezio offers from the other side of the window.
“Uhhh, yeah, sure!” I say. “Thank you… I know this isn’t your mess, but I really appreciate you taking the time to help when you can.”
“Yeah. When’s the meeting tonight?”
“At one at the council hall.”
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
“Thank you.”
Ezio is still pressed up against the glass window, longingly staring at the man who refuses to even notice him. “Cyrus, I didn’t know you liked chicken! I will bring you chicken next time!”
“He likes lobster and steak better,” I say.
Cyrus grins at that. “I like your way of thinking.”
“Thanks.”
Once Ezio finally lets Cyrus go into work, he gets back into the car.
“Why does Cyrus not like you?” I ask, which I feel like would be a brutal question for anyone who isn’t Ezio.
“I have questioned that every day of my life since I met him. But I am positive that I will someday do something that will make him tolerate me.”
“You ever think that ‘something’ could be leaving him alone?” I ask.
He’s quiet for a moment. “Hmm… but if he wanted me to leave him alone, he wouldn’t have asked for steak and lobster!”
“Uh… huh. Sure. You know… I feel like I owe Casimir something after saving so many lives yesterday,” I say as I grab a potato wedge.
Ezio’s attention snaps over to me. “Dick pic. Best present ever.”
“Is it?” I ask skeptically.
“I could take the picture for you.”
Of course this immediately gets weird. “I would prefer to do it myself, thank you.”
“It’s all about the angle.”
“Is it?”
“And whether or not you have a forest growing down there.”
“I’m going to go with Casimir doesn’t give a shit. The man doesn’t even know how to hold hands, you think he’s up on the latest grooming trends?”
“You could like lay some flowers around it.”
“Oh yes, I’m sure that’s what he’s looking for.”
“Put a little hat on the tip.”
“Where am I getting a hat for it?”
“You have to be creative,” he says. “Trust me, I’ve known Casimir for hundreds of years, I know what he likes.”
“Okay. Okay. I trust you.” I don’t, but eh, coating my dick in flowers and sending the picture off to Casimir seems like its own brand of fun.
“Since I don’t have flowers, and I only have this giant bucket of potato wedges… do you think that’ll work?”
I love how Ezio is now looking at me as though I might actually be a psychopath. Like between the two of us, I’m the stranger one.
“Just… let me handle this,” he decides.
“I’d prefer to handle my own dick, thank you.”
He sighs as he pulls up to Casimir’s place. “How did you hook Casimir? He’s never been interested in anyone before, but he’s fascinated by you.”
Yeah, because he’s a good actor. “All I know is that after he sees my potato wedge dick pic, he’s going to be enthralled.”
“How have you ever even gotten laid?” Ezio asks, which… I mean… really isn’t that bizarre of a question after what just came out of my mouth.
“It’s a wonder.”
Once he parks, I head inside to greet Gustov who prances all around, hair flying and fluffy curls flopping.
And before I can do anything but set down the food in the fridge, Ezio returns with a handful of flowers he picked from…
who knows where and a gigantic bottle of lotion that he stuffs into my arms.
“Here you go. Now go dick pic him.”
“I just… this is awkward. Like… I feel awkward leaving this room with the idea that you know what I’m going to do, so I think I’m just going to play with the dog instead and then take a nap.”
“I made sure to pick little flowers so it will make your dick look bigger,” Ezio says. “You are welcome.”
“Um… thanks?”
“Do you need help? I’ve already seen your dick when you were shifting in the woods, so no need to be shy.”
“It’s gone beyond shy and into awkward at this point. I’m going to go… take a nap since this is going to be a long night,” I say as I try to give him the flowers and lotion back, neither of which he’ll take.
“Have a good ‘nap,’” he says with finger quotes.
“Dammit, this is the worst,” I grumble as I head off to the guest bedroom I’d stayed in the night before. I’m sore and achy, but I definitely feel better than when I woke up for my afternoon class.
After entering the bedroom, I toss the flowers on the bedside table before flopping down in the bed.
I try to play on my phone, though the idea of sending Casimir a dick pic is wildly tempting. But what if he doesn’t even want one? What if he’s like “What the fuck is this for? We’re not dating for real.” Or like “Why the fuck did this creep send me a picture during work?”
Me: What are you doing?
Casimir: Waiting for your flowery dick pic.
Me: WHAT THE FUCK?
Casimir: Ezio said I was getting one. At first, I thought it was from him which I thought was some kind of torture tactic. Then he told me it was from you and my interest was piqued.
Me: This has somehow turned traumatic.
Casimir: But did it turn you on?
Me: A little.
Casimir: I’m waiting.
Fucking hell. I didn’t think this could get more awkward, but it apparently could.
I set my phone to the side, grab the lotion and squirt a little in my hand.
It makes me question where Ezio got the lotion since he came into the house with it.
Did he steal it from some fragile old neighbor lady when he ransacked her flowers?
Trying to push that thought to the side, I stroke myself. The idea of Casimir waiting for me already has my cock thoroughly interested. And once my cock is hard, I grab the flowers and toss them on top.
Pleased with my bouquet covering about ninety-five percent of my junk, I snap a picture and grin as I send it off to Casimir.
Me: Ezio picked the flowers and set the stage.
Casimir: What the fuck is this? I can’t even see anything. Show me the dick.
Me: You don’t like my dick bouquet? I knew you’d like the potato wedges more.
Casimir: Here I sit, eager for some ounce of fun in my stale life, and this is what I get. This is what happens when you play with wolves.
Me: Ezio also recommended a hat. Hold, please.
I grab a piece of paper off the desk and fold it up before putting it on top of my dick and snapping a new picture for him.
Me: Be enthralled.
Casimir: My dick is confused.
Me: Ooh, keep talking dirty to me.
Casimir: It wants to know if this is a wolf mating ritual.
Me: All you gotta do is howl at the moon for me.
Casimir: Oh yeah? What happens when I give you a ball?
Me: I prefer two.
Casimir: I got two right here for you.
He sends me a picture of his nice dick sans flowers, which… is a choice. It might not be a good choice, but it’s a choice.
Me: Your dick looks lonely.
Casimir: I can’t tell if you’re trying to be sexy like “It looks lonely without my hand on it” or if you’re like “It looks lonely without some weeds.”
My phone rings and I quickly answer it. “Oh? You want to hear my lovely voice? This wasn’t awkward enough with just pictures and texts?”
“Are you stroking yourself?”
“I’m trying but all of these weeds are getting in the way,” I say as I dump the flowers onto the floor.
“Imagine if it were the potato wedges.”
“Fucking hell, you know how to make me hard,” I say as I run my hand down my dick. “Tell me what you want to do to me.”
“I want to carry you into an empty room.”
“Yeah?”
“And slowly unbutton your shirt,” Casimir says, voice husky.
“Oh yeah?”
“Then I’m going to slide my fingers up your bare chest, tips brushing over your nipples as I guide your shirt off your shoulders.”
“Oh?”
“So you don’t get paint on it while you paint my dog.”
I start laughing. “You are the worst.”
“And then…”
I’m grinning now, which maybe isn’t what you’re supposed to do during sexy time, but eh, I’m having fun. “Oh? There’s more?”
“I would bend you over the armrest of my couch.”
“Oh?” I ask. “What are you going to do now? I’m almost scared.”
“And rub my cock against your ass.”
“Okay, I’m listening,” I say as I stroke my cock. “Are you stroking your thick cock in your office?”
“I sure am. It would be much better if you were here right now, and my hard cock was between your ass cheeks. I could push the tip against you as you open up for me while trying to keep the vampires in the building from hearing your moans.”
“Sounds too sweet. Maybe I want you to pin me against the wall and fuck me hard, slamming that nice cock into me until I can’t take any more. But right when you’re on the edge, I won’t let you come inside me until I give you permission to do so.”
“Give… me permission? Excuse me?”
“That’s fucking right.”
“Hmm…” That growl sure seems like he likes that.
I quickly pull the phone back and switch it to a video chat as I set the phone down so the first thing he gets to see is me stroking my cock. And the delight on Casimir’s face tells me he likes what he sees.
“Lean back. Let me see it all,” he says, so I kick my pants and underwear off, tossing them to the side as I lean back and give him a good view.
My view is a perfect image of him, cock in hand.
I suck on my finger, knowing spit isn’t the best lube, but it’ll work, and slide my hand down my thigh to my ass.
Pushing a finger inside myself, I watch the hunger in his expression. It makes pleasure rush through my body to see the approving look on his face. And there’s something thrilling about the idea that he’s jerking himself off in a building full of people… just for me.
My balls tighten as I reach my climax. I moan as I come, and apparently, he enjoys the view because he comes right after.
“You’re welcome,” I say.
His eyebrow lifts, a smirk on his handsome face. “I’m welcome?”
“You sure are. You seemed sad and lonely. I mean… with the way you hold hands, it has to be quite rusty down there.” I give him a grin and a wink before ending the call, pleased with myself.
My phone beeps and I assume it’s Casimir wanting to mention that he’s definitely not rusty down there, but I see it’s from Ezio.
Ezio: Clearly, the flowers worked like magic.
I stare at the phone for an uncomfortably long time before deciding that I’m just going to never show my face to him again and pull the pillow over my head as I melt onto the bed.