Chapter 27 Chase
Chase
After only a moment of hesitation, Chase entered Killian’s office without knocking.
It felt oddly wrong to ignore the proprieties on campus, but Killian already knew Chase was coming. And the semester was over, so it wasn’t like there were any students looking for office hours.
And they were boyfriends, goddamn it. Chase was allowed to not knock.
The building had been quiet when he’d walked through—Chase hadn’t seen a single other person. But Killian seemed to have an aversion to working from home, even when his presence wasn’t required on campus, so he was finishing the last of his grading in his office.
Killian barely glanced up at Chase’s arrival, although his lips twitched into a small smile.
Oddly enough, that lack of reaction warmed Chase’s chest. It felt significant, that they were so sure of their continued presences in each other’s lives that they could stand to be distracted every now and again.
And yet Chase never felt ignored. If he needed Killian to pay attention, his alpha would. Immediately.
“Just about done,” Killian told him after a moment, still typing away.
Chase came up behind his desk. Killian was entering his grades in the system. He was done with the worst of it, then.
And since he was right there, Chase began massaging Killian’s neck, gratified by Killian’s soft, pleased moan. Chase didn’t do this very often—it was always Killian stroking or petting Chase, not the other way around—but it kind of felt good to dig his hands into those solid muscles.
Maybe Chase should insist upon it more. Or ask Killian to insist.
Chase could imagine that perfectly: Killian stripping naked and sprawling on the bed, ordering Chase to service him.
To knead his muscles and massage that muscular ass.
Maybe he’d even tell Chase to put his mouth to work, to tongue Killian’s hole while his body was loose and pliant from Chase’s dutiful ministrations.
Fuck. Chase was getting himself hard.
He cleared his throat, digging his thumbs into the base of Killian’s neck.
Killian let out an amused noise as he tapped away. “What are you thinking about back there, sweet boy?”
Jesus. Did Killian really know how to distinguish Chase’s horny throat clearings from the rest of them? It wasn’t like Chase had pheromones to give himself away.
“How was grading?” Chase asked.
“Tedious.” Killian hit a few final keys with obvious satisfaction, then grabbed Chase’s wrist and pulled him around and into his lap, scooting his chair back from the desk to make room.
And he was apparently not fooled by the change of subject, because he immediately cupped Chase’s hard cock through his joggers, nuzzling his nose into Chase’s neck. “Mm. Did you come here to distract me?”
It was a ridiculous question. Killian had told him to come. “We’re supposed to go to lunch,” Chase reminded him.
“Fuck lunch.” Killian’s other hand wandered to Chase’s lower back, dipping under his waistband to cup his ass. “I’m hungry for something else.”
The words were cheesy as hell, and yet they had heat pooling in Chase’s belly. Or maybe that was the rough warmth of Killian’s palm on his ass. “Killian, we’re at school.”
Killian paused his groping, though he didn’t remove his hand entirely. He leaned back far enough to look Chase in the eyes. “Do you know how rare it is for you to say my name?”
Chase kind of did, since Killian hadn’t known he’d been referring to him as Burke for the entire beginning of their relationship. But did Killian mind?
“Should I say it more often?” Chase asked.
“No. I like the rarity.” Something hard rubbed up against Chase’s ass as Killian shifted his hips, revealing just how much the alpha liked it.
“Goes straight to my cock.” His hands began their teasing again as he nuzzled Chase’s ear and murmured, “But I’m about to fuck you open, so you should probably call me Alpha, shouldn’t you, baby boy? ”
Chase looked back to the door, which he definitely hadn’t locked. He was squirming for real now, trying to escape Killian’s determined clutches. Or maybe to sink into them further. Chase wasn’t exactly sure. “Not here.”
Killian clucked his tongue in false sympathy. “Oh, sweet boy. It wasn’t a request.” He lifted Chase by the hips, moving him to his feet. “Hands on the desk.”
And of course Chase’s dumb, horny body moved before his brain could reason with it. He had his hands on the desk in an instant, his ass pushed out in a way he definitely hadn’t given it permission to do.
And Killian took immediate advantage, tugging Chase’s joggers and underwear down to his knees, pushing Chase’s legs open as wide as the fabric would allow.
Chase couldn’t help glancing at the door again.
“Would you feel better if I locked it?” Killian asked.
Chase nodded with relief. “Yes.”
Killian’s hand snaked around to fondle Chase’s cock, still completely hard, the traitor. “Too bad. Color?”
“Oh fuck.” Chase thought it over. He could say yellow, take a pause and lock the door before they started up again.
Killian would never be angry or disappointed with him for something like that.
But the risk was doing something to Chase, that heavy heat warming him from the inside out.
And he trusted Killian not to let anything bad happen to him.
Even an obsessive, horny-as-fuck Killian would always protect him.
“Green.”
Killian let out a low hum of approval, and then he pulled one of his desk drawers open, grabbing something from it. Two seconds later, slicked-up fingers were at Chase’s ass.
Chase shook his head. “You do not have lube in your desk drawer. What a perv.”
He was rewarded with the sharp sting of Killian’s palm smacking his ass. “Such sass today.”
And then he was opening Chase up, his fingers steady and sure, although his pheromones had deepened, and Chase could feel that massive erection at his hip. Killian certainly wasn’t unaffected by what was going on.
“You know,” Killian said, his tone almost conversational as he twisted two fingers inside Chase. “I’ve always liked a bit of kink, but I never really considered myself a pervert. Not until you.”
“So it’s my— Ungh.” Chase swallowed a moan as Killian added a third finger. He wasn’t used to keeping his sounds contained, not when Killian always ate them the fuck up. “My fault?”
Killian didn’t bother answering him at first, too busy notching that cockhead to Chase’s entrance, sliding into him with a satisfied grunt.
His voice was lower and rougher when he finally spoke, his girth stretching Chase’s inner walls.
“The things I want to do to you. I’d have you sitting on my lap, stuffed full of my cock while I held office hours, if I thought I could bear someone else seeing you without losing my mind. ”
And of course the only answer Chase could give was a slutty moan he only barely kept down to a decent level.
Killian covered Chase’s hands with his own, and then he was driving into him, fast and deep. There was no slow build or teasing. Maybe he was more conscious of the unlocked door than he let on.
Fuck, it felt good. Chase was biting his lip so hard it was going to bleed, trying to keep himself from keening at the fullness.
Killian kissed his shoulder, mouthing at the bit of skin revealed by Chase’s loose neckline. “So tense, sweet boy. Relax. The building’s deserted.”
“I’m not—” A whimper escaped Chase’s lips, and he had to swallow hard before he could speak again. “Not very good at keeping quiet.”
Killian’s laugh was downright mean. “I know. That’s what makes this fun.”
Chase would have liked to beg to differ, but he didn’t really have a leg to stand on, did he? Not when his cock was a rod of fucking steel, the discomfort bubbling together with the arousal in his belly to make everything all the more heightened.
Killian’s weight was heavy enough against him that it was a struggle for Chase to keep his hands in place—not like they were doing anything to hold him up, anyway. But his alpha had said hands on the desk, so Chase’s hands stayed on the desk.
Chase was overly conscious of every sensation. The harsh brush of Killian’s leg hair. The low grunts sounding from behind him. The hard press of the desk against his hips. It was all in sharp focus, even as everything else in Chase’s brain grew fuzzier.
“You’re doing so well, baby,” Killian crooned.
“Taking me like you always do. Like you were made for it. I love it. Love the way you submit to me. And I’m going to love leaving here with my cum in your ass.
And that’s what’s going to happen, isn’t it?
You’re going to milk me dry because you’re fucking perfect. ”
It was too much. Chase was always weak for Killian’s praise. And when Killian was driving into him, that thick cock of his hitting Chase’s sweet spot with every thrust?
Chase shuddered, his moan louder than it should have been as his cock erupted over Killian’s desk.
Fuck. Good thing Killian had moved his laptop. When had he even done that?
Killian growled, biting into Chase’s shoulder as he pounded into him, his hips stuttering and that hot warmth filling Chase before his own tremors had ceased.
Chase stayed with his hands on the desk, trying to catch his breath. He managed not to whine as Killian withdrew his softening cock, and Killian planted a trail of kisses down his spine afterward.
There was a swipe from a tissue, and then Killian was tugging Chase’s clothes back up. In less than a minute he was back in his chair, pulling Chase onto his lap again.
Fuck. Chase should probably avoid this building when school was in session. Killian was going to get them both arrested for public indecency at this point.
Killian pressed a warm kiss to Chase’s neck. “You should come by the office more often.”
“I was just thinking I should stay away.” Chase tilted his head to give his alpha better access. “Aren’t we trying to stay discreet next year?”
“I’m not particularly hopeful of managing on that front.” Killian paused. “Unless you’re worried about scrutiny from other students? Or even your professors? I can contain myself if need be.”
Chase gave it some thought. He was trying to be more mindful these days of actually processing what he wanted when someone asked a question like that, instead of saying things were fine or that he didn’t care one way or another.
But it didn’t take long for him to reach his answer this time. “No, I don’t really care.”
Chase had good, solid friendships that mattered more than what some random students thought of him. And he was a polite, punctual student—professors could hate him, but they wouldn’t have any good excuse to fuck with him.
He leaned back to catch Killian’s gaze, trying not to be distracted by how fuckable the alpha looked, his hair tousled and his face glowing with the exertion of fucking Chase into the desk.
“But for the sake of your job, I’d like to put in at least a little effort.
Like, bare minimum, no one catching us fucking in your office.
” Chase arched his brows. “Just as an example.”
Killian had the gall to let out a disappointed huff. “And you won’t be moving in until after you graduate. This is all very taxing.” But he was teasing. Chase could tell by his tone.
Still. “How did you know?”
Chase had been waiting for the right time to bring it up, the whole living situation thing. Noah had already told him he wanted to finish out school living with his friends, and Chase wouldn’t have wanted to leave Spencer all on his lonesome either way.
“I assumed,” Killian said lightly. “You’ve been with those two from the beginning.”
“We’ll still have plenty of sleepovers,” Chase reassured him, even though Killian didn’t seem to need it.
“I know. I’ll be staying over tonight, if that’s all right.” Killian nodded to the corner, where there was a bag on the floor Chase had missed before. It was nicer than his own duffel—some sort of expensive leather—but it was still unmistakably an overnight bag.
“You’re okay sleeping over at my place?” Chase didn’t know why he was so surprised, other than it broke their usual pattern.
“Of course.” Killian’s brow furrowed. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
Chase thought of Killian in his bed, thought of his sheets and pillows smelling of leather and cherry.
He thought of Killian at the breakfast table with Spencer, eating cereal because that was all Chase ever had in the mornings, unless Noah was cooking.
Or maybe Killian would insist on feeding them all something more substantial, or Spencer would whine at him or Noah until they conceded.
Maybe Noah would have Eli over and they’d all be at the breakfast table, Chase’s friends and their people and his boyfriend.
Killian could have never offered, and Chase wouldn’t have pushed. Killian had a nice house, and he liked his solitude, and Chase understood that well enough that he would have let it be.
But Killian was offering. Because it would make Chase happy, and that was something Killian considered. He’d been considering it when he left the house that morning, packing a bag just on the off chance Chase would agree.
Chase cupped Killian’s cheeks, rubbing his thumbs against the light stubble there, meeting those dark-blue eyes. “I really, really love you.”
Killian’s smile was as wide as Chase had ever seen it.
“Now I’m definitely fucking you in my office more often.
” He ignored Chase’s eye roll, pushing them both to standing.
“Okay, sweet boy, who I love more than anything or anyone else, let’s get you fed.
Do sandwiches sound good? It’s too hot for hot food. ”
It all sounded good. Every bit of it. Especially that “who I love more than anything or anyone else” part.
Killian gathered his belongings and led them through the door, and Chase walked through the empty halls, hand in hand with his alpha.
He thought almost idly that missing that statistics exam was the best thing he’d ever done.
Because if Chase hadn’t had that makeup test in Killian’s office, saturated in Killian’s pheromones, he’d never have gotten his first real taste of something he’d really, really wanted.
Something he’d wanted so badly he hadn’t even been able to recognize it as want.
Chase had classified it as fascination instead, a feeling that had been intense but still safe.
Or at least he’d thought.
And if that hadn’t happened—Chase’s missed exam, his makeup test, his confusing fixation on an alluring professor—Chase might not be here now, loved so thoroughly and so well that it made him dizzy. The good kind of dizzy. The kind that hit a person like a fresh hit of leather and cherries.
Chase’s favorite scent in the whole world. A scent he loved more than anything or anyone else.
The scent of his alpha.