Friday, 0952 a.m.
Rain pelted against the library windows as if the sky thought they needed a good cleaning after the dirty things Dane had done here with Ty yesterday.
Dane made his way to his favorite desk in the center of the reading room, close enough to the books and to watch the rain pour onto the tall windows but just so far away from the corridor that he wouldn’t be disturbed by people constantly walking past him.
He threw his laptop, notebook, and a bottle of water he had just obtained from the downstairs vending machine on it and plunged into the wooden chair.
The storm howled over the library, turning the city so dark that one could’ve thought it was still the early beginning of dawn.
Dane switched on the reading lamp, which every desk had.
The white light made his hands look pale.
With a sigh, he stared at them as if they harbored the answer to why he felt so strange today.
He almost didn’t come here. Not because of the rain, no.
He lived close, only fifteen minutes by bike, which is very comfortable for a city like New York, and he had bragged to his roommates so often about how well prepared he was for bad weather that they would’ve mocked him if he used it as an excuse.
The reason why he almost bailed out of finishing the paper today was because of someone he dreaded running into again.
Dane raised his glance from his hands and scanned the room.
With the weather, there was a chance that he got lucky, and Ty had taken the day off.
His eyes rushed over the shelves, down the corridor that branched off into other corridors filled with more aisles, toward the counter in the center of the reading room.
Shit. Behind the counter was Ty, scanning codes printed on the back of the books and sorting them onto a cart.
Dane let his head sink closer to the desk as if that would help him not to be seen.
He had to be careful today. He wasn’t interested in running into Ty again, not after how he ended things yesterday.
Revealing it was him? What a stupid idea.
Sure, the sex was hot, and Dane had the orgasm of a lifetime.
When he got home, his dick got so hard, reminiscing what and who he did, that he wanked off again.
Two times. Once he was done, though, he realized that just as much as he could expose Ty now, the same was true for him.
As a result, the next half hour was spent with the attempt to concentrate on the task at hand, but whenever he noticed that Ty was nearby, he pushed his nose into a book or hid behind his laptop screen, pretending not to see him.
A white flash illuminated the reading room, followed by a thunder. The usually silent space erupted into a short moment of quiet laughter and whispers from people startled by the unexpected weather phenomenon.
Dane, on the other hand, was startled by the heavy thud of a book thrown on his desk mere seconds after the thunder. It looked like it weighed at least 5 pounds, while the sound of it hitting the dark wooden desktop gave him the impression that it had to be at least ten times as heavy.
Dane reached his head high, trying to find out where that book had magically appeared from, only to catch a glimpse of Ty rushing back to the counter.
“What the fuck,” Dane whispered, scrutinizing the book.
The light green hardcover glanced at him as if it were an array of hope. He couldn’t believe it. This was the book he had been searching for yesterday.
His fingers skimmed over the smooth textured surface. Who would’ve thought that Ty could be this nice? Maybe Dane was wrong about him. Could it be that he had just hit a nerve, as Leon suggested during lunch yesterday?
Dane opened the book, and a small folded piece of paper fell out and glided onto the floor. Groaning, he reached his head underneath the table, searching for the white paper, and spotted it on the backside of the desk. He leaned down and unfolded it as soon as he got a hold of it.
Meet me in ten minutes. You know where.
His heartbeat overshadowed the sound of the rain tormenting the windows.
It was the same handwriting as the note slid underneath the stalls yesterday. Ty wasn’t just bringing him the book out of the goodness of his heart. That much was clear.
Where was Ty going with this? Did he want to confront him? Fight him? Or… repeat what they did yesterday?
Dane’s hands trembled, unable to read between the lines. His cock, though, swelled up, clearly having an opinion of his own. Why did the thought of fucking this guy make him so freaking horny? What should he do? Was Dane going to meet him up there? Or would it be wiser to ignore the note?
He sat back up, searching the room, hoping to spot Ty, but he was nowhere to be found.
Dane’s dick pulsated, and as he looked down, he realized that his raging boner probably would also be very visible to others if he got up now.
He let out a slow and deep breath. He should stay calm and focused, thinking rationally before making any rushed moves.
Another lightning struck, but this time further away, almost as if it was the voice of Ty calling for him—no longer right next to him, but already up on the third floor, waiting for him to join.
Dane scratched his jaw. Who was he kidding?
He already knew he would go up there. There wasn’t any alternative that wouldn’t leave him wondering about the what-ifs later.
He closed his laptop, put his blue sweater on top of it, shook his head in disbelief that he was going through with this, and rushed to the staircase.
A minute later, he pushed open the white door with the men’s room sign.
No one was at the sinks. He walked around the corner.
The urinals were also not in use. Dane stood still for a moment, listening to see if he could hear Ty being in here.
The sounds of the storm passing over the city were distant.
He reached his head to the stalls, searching the door furthest in the back, and a small red sign showed him that it was occupied.
Ty must be in there, making the intention of his note clear as day. He wouldn't hide in there if he wanted to scold or fight him.
Dane bit his lips. His boner pressed against the insides of his jeans, excited at the prospect of what was about to happen between them while the rest of his body was shaking.
He sneaked past the other stalls that didn't have small holes drilled into them and aimed for the one Ty had been in yesterday. A squeaking sound hovered through the room as he pushed the door out of his way, but a click from Ty’s stall made him freeze.
Dane peeked at it. The red indicator was now green.
Why did he… unlock?
The door swung open, and Ty’s eyes appeared, glaring at him. His hands motioned for Dane to join him in there.
Dane couldn’t think clearly. He scrutinized him. Ty wore his brown jacket again, but Dane’s view was primarily drawn to the bulge in his pants, which appeared much bigger than when he looked at it yesterday through the hole.
There was no way to get out of this anymore. He might as well join him. If Ty wanted to fuck him, what did it matter if there was a wall between them? It’s not like this was anonymous anymore. If Ty wanted to do anything else, he would, no matter if they were inside a stall or not.
Ty moved to the side to let Dane in, and he complied.
Now that the two of them were together in there, the stall appeared smaller than before.
Dane tried to ignore the trembling of his left leg, which got even more intense as Ty locked the door.
There was no room to bring a lot of distance between them, even if Dane had wanted to.
Without wasting time, Ty stepped toward Dane, pushing him against the cold wall tiles and his lips onto his mouth.
The bold kiss sent a shockwave through Dane that landed right in his cock.
He expected about anything at this point, but not that.
Ty’s lips felt rough but warm—like a place you don’t call home yet but feel like you will soon.
Fuck it. He had never kissed another guy, but he knew this wouldn’t be the last time either.
When Ty opened his mouth, Dane willingly joined.
Their tongues met, battling out what Ty and Dane hadn’t until now.
As Ty used his hand to feel Dane’s bulge, he couldn’t help but moan.
This was so far out of Dane’s comfort zone that he never wanted it to stop.
He rushed his hands to Ty’s back, plunged them under his shirt, and pulled him in closer to deepen their kiss, but just as he did that, Ty tugged his head back, playfully escaping Dane’s advances while keeping his hands and hips close.
Their eyes met, fixating on each other as if the first one to look away would regret it.
Ty’s eyes were unreadable. His brows slightly tilted as if he were about to beat Dane up every minute now, but at the same time, there was that hint of a winning smile in them with which he had looked at Dane yesterday during lunch.
“I knew you’d come.” Ty kissed him again. He pushed his fingers behind Dane’s waistband and grabbed his cock inside his pants, squeezing it.
“Just to be clear. I’m not going to do all the work like yesterday. You’re going to fuck me. You’re going to ram your thick dick inside of every hole I have and show me how much you despise me as if this was the last time you ever get the chance to.”
A grin hushed over Ty’s face, and Dane couldn’t hold one back himself. Why did this turn him on so much? Why was doing this with someone he hated hotter than anything he’d done before?
“You don’t get to tell me what to do,” Dane replied, playing along with Ty’s game.