10. Risky Business

10

RISKY BUSINESS

Wren froze, darting a quick glance at Fang. "N-now?"

"I'm not asking you to step out while we're driving." Fang laughed. "Yes, now."

Wren fumbled with his seatbelt. By the time he managed to step outside, Fang had already grabbed something from the trunk, closing it gently. Steffie kept on dozing.

"Hands on the side of the car, Birdie."

Wren peeked over his shoulder, his throat going dry. "Are you going to frisk me?"

"Not quite. But don't keep me waiting."

Wren glanced around. A few cars passed by on the highway, but Fang had pulled over far enough that no one could see Wren from the road.

"Are we going to get caught?" Wren asked nervously.

"Not if we make this quick."

"How?"

Fang pressed up close behind him, the warmth of his body soaking through Wren's clothes. His chest was broad and solid, his large hands coming around to unzip Wren's fly. Wren held his breath. Fang splayed open the front of Wren's pants, and slipped his thumbs into Wren's underwear.

In a heartbeat, he'd shoved Wren's pants and underwear off his ass, leaving them bunched at the tops of his thighs. "Present for me, Birdie."

"Here?!" Wren squawked. But he obeyed, spreading his cheeks, his face burning as cool air brushed his hole.

There came a wet sound, like thick liquid being squeezed out of a tube. Chilly fingers slid between Wren's cheeks and pushed easily into his hole. Wren swallowed his moan. Fang swirled his fingers around inside—he was spreading lube around, Wren realized.

The fingers slipped out. And a blunt, pointed tip nudged against Wren, like what he'd experienced three times last night.

"This is number four," Fang murmured.

He pushed the plug in steadily, encouraging Wren's body to stretch around it. Wren's eyes rolled back; he clutched at his asscheeks, his cock filling up at the sudden pressure inside him.

It was bigger than the three from last night. Wren panted and tried to breathe. He tried to get used to the way it held him open.

"Good?" Fang murmured.

"Yeah."

"Good boy." Fang eased the thickest part of the plug into Wren, gently pushing the flared base against his hole. "There. You're on your way to taking me."

"I-I don't know how I'm going to take your knot. It's going to be even bigger, isn't it?"

Fang's grin went straight between Wren's legs. "Your body will get used to it, when I'm inside. My cum will help you stretch a little more."

Wren panted, needing Fang buried in him. He wanted to feel Fang stretching him open, he wanted Fang's knot grinding into his body, pressing against the best spots.

Fang covered Wren's hands with his own. He traced his nose down Wren's ear, gently easing Wren's hands off his ass. With careful, sure tugs, he pulled Wren's clothes back up, tugging Wren's briefs over his straining cock, before zipping his pants up over it. He smoothed his hands over Wren's shirt again. "Get back in the car."

"But I need to come."

Fang gave a wolfish grin. "You'll get to come. Later."

Wren whined. He stumbled as he climbed into his seat, sucking a sharp breath when he felt the whisper of Fang's fingers between his legs. When he finally sat down, the plug pushed deeper into his body, grinding against his nerve endings. He shoved his hand against his bulge and bit down his moan.

Fang got behind the wheel and closed the door, a lazy smirk playing on his lips. "You can come now if you want."

"But we're—driving."

"Steffie's asleep."

Wren squirmed. "I mind."

Fang shrugged and smiled. "Suit yourself. I wouldn't mind having you jittery and on edge all day, ready to come the moment I put my fingers inside you."

Wren's breath rushed out. "You're cruel."

"Would you like me to take it out right now?"

Well, no.

Wren pouted and adjusted himself. Fang continued driving. Every so often, Fang would glance over. Or his nostrils would flare, like he was sniffing Wren.

Wren tried to ignore the aching need between his legs, the way he'd grown completely wet. He squirmed to find a position that would ease the pressure inside him, only to shiver when Fang reached over, cupping his nape with a possessive little squeeze.

In the end, it happened by accident.

A deer darted across the highway up ahead. People slammed on their brakes; so did Fang.

They didn't hit anyone. But the sudden stop threw Wren forward in his seat, and back. The movement shoved the plug against Wren's prostate, so violently that his toes curled and his orgasm ripped through him, his cock jerking as it squirted all over the inside of his underwear.

"Birdie?" Fang watched him carefully. "Are you hurt?"

Wren floated in a cloud of bliss, trying to pull his thoughts together. "N-no. I'm fine. Just..."

He gestured awkwardly at his hips. Fang flared his nostrils and smiled sharply the next moment, pushing his fingers down the front of Wren's pants. He caressed Wren's tip and caught a smear of cum. And he pulled his hand out, sucking his glistening fingers into his mouth. "A mid-morning snack."

"That's—That's not a snack," Wren spluttered.

"My only regret is that I'm unable to lick every drop off you right now." Fang pushed his hand back down Wren's pants and wrapped his fingers around Wren's wet cock, only to pull his cum-covered hand back out.

He licked it all off and swallowed.

Wren ducked his head to hide his smile, his cheeks pleasantly warm.

"Here." Fang reached behind his seat, handing over a pack of wet wipes. "I would clean you up myself, but we're driving."

"It's okay. I can do it."

Wren peeked out of the window. No one seemed to be looking into their car, so he carefully worked his pants open, and wiped himself clean.

Fang gave him furtive sideways looks.

A quick peek at the dashboard said it wasn't even lunchtime. It would be torture if both of them continued to be this distracted, so Wren changed the subject.

"What's your favorite color?"

Fang blinked. "Green. Forest green."

Wren had expected that. "Mine's pastel yellow. Not the dark yellows or the greenish yellows, but egg yolk yellow, just a few shades lighter."

That made Fang grin. "What else are you that picky about?"

"My socks have to match. And I hate toe seams. They just feel so wrong sticking into my toes. No one had a good time when I had to wear socks to school."

"Here's hoping that Steffie won't have that problem."

"I would let her go barefoot," Wren declared.

"Maybe sandals. Don't want her stepping on nasty sharp things."

"I guess you have a point."

Wren imagined walking Steffie to school in the distant future, her little feet in squeaky shoes. Then he imagined Fang on her other side, and his heart missed a beat.

"What is it?" Fang asked. At Wren's puzzled look, Fang said, "Your pulse was uneven. You were thinking about something."

Wren flushed. "It's nothing."

Fang raised an eyebrow and didn't reply. Wren scowled.

"You're not supposed to cheat! By listening to my pulse."

Fang's grin was all sharp teeth. Somehow, Wren liked it. "Unfortunately, I'll be listening regardless, Birdie. I want the best for you. That means I'm going to listen to your heart, to make sure I hear the truth. Maybe someday I'll know you well enough that listening to your pulse isn't necessary anymore, but that day is not today."

Fang really was sweet. Wren relented, sagging back into his seat.

When Wren reached across the center console, Fang took his hand, and held it. It felt so nice to be anchored to something. Someone.

"What's your dream job?" Fang asked.

"Hmm. That's hard. Right before I got Steffie, I was working at a grocery store," Wren said slowly. "I did small spells on the side, but I don't have the power to do bigger spells for more money. But... I've always thought about being a librarian, having a collection of books I can watch over. Is working at the Center your dream job?"

Fang shrugged. "It was something I stumbled into."

"How did you stumble into being a big boss?" Wren asked incredulously.

Fang laughed. "Once upon a time, I was a truck driver hauling pigs to the ‘market'," Fang said, making air quotes with his fingers. "It was a small family-owned business. I worked for a man who had a son roughly my age, except his son didn't want to take over the family business. When the old man passed away, he left the business to me. His son was furious and wanted the lion's share of the proceeds, and over the course of the dispute, the business slipped. The old man's son decided to cut his losses, leaving me scrambling to save the business. It was hard work; I hired people and grew the team. It recovered and is going strong now."

"Did you get tired of being the big boss of a small business and wanted something bigger?"

Fang shrugged. "I was doing a few other odd jobs before I saw the Center's hiring ad. I applied and got the job. Didn't think it would lead me to you."

Wren's stomach flipped under that intense gaze. He fidgeted and pulled out his phone, just to have something to do with his hands.

Except his phone began to ring.