Employees Only

This is a sequel to "Playing with Fire", but really you don't have to have read that one first. I explain a little more about the characters' backgrounds here. And randomly, there is a bit of femslash hinted at...

This is an OLD piece. But I still enjoy the characters.

-- indicated POV changes. There are some very short bits.

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EMPLOYEES ONLY

An original work

by lordoberon


"Kenrick! What are you doing here?"

Dean hadn't seen Kenrick for a long time. It had been a couple months. He was shocked to see the boy standing at the counter, a book in hand. Of all the things to look up and discover when counting change from the cash register, Kenrick was the least of all people or things Dean expected.

What was more, Kenrick was disguised as a human. Instead of being in usual faerie attire he had on a pair of tight black jeans, a tanktop and earrings in one ear. A shell hung from a string around his neck, and the hilt of a switchblade poked out from one pocket. He had on dark eye makeup that greatly accentuated the yellow of his eyes, and Dean could swear those lips were rouged with a tinge of color. He was trying a bit too hard to look human, Dean thought. What was funniest, though, was that Kenrick had failed to cover his pointy ears.

Androgynous, indeed! Dean could practically mistake Kenrick for a female. But Kenrick would make a very tall woman, and his body, though long and slender, was muscled. Dean found the androgynous look very hot. It reminded him of the goth boys he had subconsciously been admiring last summer. But that was before Kenrick and he had exchanged passionate kisses - and more intimate touching. Dean blushed at the memory, trying in vain to remember what number he had stopped counting change at.

Kenrick's hand reached over and shook his, spilling silver quarters from it, and shut the cash register drawer. Dean's mouth opened in shock as the faerie boy swung himself over the table and sat down on the edge, his legs open wide as he put booted feet on the cupboard handles. Hands on his knees, Kenrick leaned forward with a smirk on his face. He ruffled Dean's hair as Dean bent down to get the fallen quarters (he was actually trying to not blush and trying to resist staring).

His answer was, "I thought it was about time I came up top. It's been a while."

Dean stared at himself in a mirror that someone had left on a lower shelf. He knew it came from the mens' bathrooms and had been sitting here for a while, because no one had fixed it. The brawl that had broken the mirror off was a rare occurence in the bookstore and in Blackstone. It had happened before he'd started his summer job here. In the mirror, his blonde-brown hair was messy now, his cheeks were flushed, and his green eyes looked a little alarmed. He shook his head to get hair out of his eyes and stood back up.

Smiling at Kenrick through his nervousness, he said, "So? How did you know to find me at the bookstore?"

"Oh, a chat with your mom, a talk with the lil' sis. Glad to see she's doing just fine."

Dean nodded, yes, Marilee was doing well - "Wait! You talked to my mother? But she doesn't even know about you!"

He had never told his mother about his sister's disappearance from the hospital, or the true reason behind her illness - that dark magic had been working upon her for years, because the dark faeries thought she was a changeling. They had thought Marilee was one of them, or the legendary Child of Sylvain. They wanted the Sylvain power so that they could conquer their sworn enemies, the light faeries. They had kidnapped Marilee, and Dean had gone to save her, aided by Kenrick on his journey and by Hephzibah (crazy old woman!) before it.

It was only with Kenrick's help that Dean had defeated the dark faerie prince, Lucar, and his advisor, Ekaterina. It had taken a sword fight, and realizing his powers as the Child
of Sylvain, to do it. But he had given up those powers to save Kenrick's life, and recovered himself and his sister back to their own world. "Aboveground" was what Kenrick called it.

Kenrick laughed. "Kidding? Yeah she does know about me. Marilee talks about me all the time, you should know that. I'm her little hero. Well, not so little - "

Yes, Dean thought, Kenrick was quite tall. Six feet. Or did he mean his...Dean shook his head, trying to get his mind from the gutter. God, just that thought made his muscles tense and his cock held a little tighter in his pants.

Kenrick was still talking, "And anyway, so I saved the pancakes from burning and then I was telling your mother how I saw you play baseball once - "

"You DID?"

"Yes, I did. I told her how good I thought you were, and you know moms, they love hearing their kids get praised. So she was all gushy and sure, I bet my looks helped the matter. Anyway, we had a cuppa - good tea, aye - and I told her I'd stop by the bookstore to see if you were there. Here. I'm going to say you'll get me a special order."

Dean looked up from his shaking hands on the counter. He smiled. "Yes, sir? How may I help you?"

Kenrick jumped over the gate that went behind the counter and stood at the countertop for a moment, while people were looking. When they looked away, Kenrick dragged Dean to the back of the bookstore, took the keys from Dean's pocket and jabbed at the door. It fell open. This was the Employees Only section. Dean gasped as Kenrick lifted him up in his arms like a bride or a sacrifical virgin - Dean gulped; he WAS a virgin! - and stepped into the backroom.

"Well, see, I have this little problem," Kenrick began. "And I can't seem to handle it with my own hands."

It was a brightly lit hallway. Kenrick walked past a few closed doors, sniffing at the musty smell of old books, before stopping midway. He opened up a door to an almost empty room, and sat Dean down. It was an old room with some trashed up books. An order gone badly. Dean discovered he was sitting on a scanner, his feet on the paper tray. Kenrick pulled up a stool and sat down on it, looking up at Dean amusedly.

"What's the prob?" Dean asked.

"Oh, no matter. That was a joke. To follow up on the customer-employee relationship."

Dean chuckled. Kenrick in his world was so different than Kenrick in the faerie world. Or maybe it was the fact that the dark versus light faerie wars had ended, that made Kenrick so much more jovial now than he had been on their quest to save Marilee.

"So when did you watch me play baseball?" Dean tried to act nonchalant.

Kenrick grinned. "Oh, it was last season. Your team was all tense 'cause you were trying to win that tournament against the cougars, or something. Your coach was being a jerk with the peptalk but you were cool and calm. You're quite the toughy around the team mates, you know? I was surprised when you took that hit from the bat when that one guy flung it. Thought it might have hurt your old back injury from our quest. You look lovely at the pitch, you know that?"

Dean flushed. "Er, ok. But what about the batting?" That was his favorite bit.

Kenrick laughed. "Well, I can run a lot faster, but you were good. You always caught the skid and slid before that dumbass George Wheeler could catch you. That was good. And you looked quite, hmm...delectable, eh, in the baseball getup."

Dean shifted uncomfortably on the scanner. Kenrick stood up, looking between Dean's legs at the buttons by his crotch. "Hmm, so what is this thing, anyway?"

Dean struggled to get saliva in his mouth. "Oh, hrm, it's a, um. a scanner. It sortof...takes images...of whatever's on the, uh, the part I'm sitting on."

Kenrick looked amused. "Oh? Really? Let's try it -"

"No, hey, don't waste the ink, there's no point -"

But it was too late. Dean squirmed as Kenrick pressed the START button, his hand brushing against an inner thigh, and staying there a little too long. Five images of Dean's butt - unmistakeable dark curving shape, the texture of jeans - slid by his feet into the printing tray.

Kenrick laughed as he picked them up one by one, saying, "Interesting. Interesting. Humans make such funny devices."

Dean tried to concentrate on a sign on the wall. It said, "DO NOT PRINT MORE THAN TWENTY COPIES" and had a picture of a severe looking woman on it, with an angry expression on her face. He was about to say something about work, but only got out the words, "You know, I really should - "

"Kiss me."

"What?" Dean really wanted to, but he was on work hours! And why did Kenrick think he could just show up like this and interrupt his life? And how did Kenrick now some things about this world, like when baseball season was, but not a scanner? How long had he been popping in and out, seemingly to check on Dean?

"I said, you really should kiss me."

Dean shook his head, baffled by the faerie's less-than-subtle tactics. "Er, why?"

Kenrick looked absolutely adorable when he frowned. Dean was immediately distracted from his earlier wonderings. He wanted to chew that lower lip.

Kenrick replied, "Why? Oh, because..." He listed them off with his fingers, a custom that was so human Dean was surprised, though it was surmisable that Kenrick had picked it up from somewhere. "I'm nice to look at. I want you. You want me. I'm offering myself up. You're nervous and it's because of me. I can relax you. You're wondering at this moment what I taste like..."

Dean flushed very red. Could the faerie read minds? He was imagining himself kissing Kenrick, yes, he admitted it.

"And," Kenrick got a devilish grin on his face, "You like the START button."

Dean was confused for a moment, and then he realized Kenrick's hand was on that green button again, knuckles rubbing against Dean's thigh, inches from his crotch.

Dean breathed out heavily. "Y-yes, OK, ahh, it's true, but erm, I don't think -"

He was not given a chance to finish, or think. Instead, Kenrick leaned in and shoved his lips against Dean's, and thrust a tongue into Dean's mouth. Those pale hands were resting on Dean's thighs and that body was pressed up against his past the scanner; Dean could feel the strong muscles as that torso brushed over his chest. Kenrick rocked back and forth in the kiss. Dean opened his mouth to that hot and wet tongue, moaning as he was slowly and softly succumbing to the faerie boy's wiles. It was just too good to resist.

The positioning was awkward. Kenrick was kneeling on the table that the scanner sat on and Dean was still on the scanner. His feet poked out on either side of Kenrick's legs. A surprised grunt came from Dean as he felt a hand suddenly at his ass, shoving aside his cellphone and MP3 player to bury hands in Dean's pockets. He groaned into the kiss as his ass was thoroughly groped, fingers rubbing his cheeks up and down and even going so far as to dive into the material and finger at the crevice. This particular touch made Dean shudder and shiver. It was like itching an itch that Dean hadn't known was there, but now that he'd found it, he only wanted more.

Dean was disappointed as those hands left his pocket and instead grabbed a hold of his coat collar. He found his coat thoroughly searched and if Dean hadn't known better he would have suspected Kenrick wanted to rob him of his wallet. But Kenrick simply grabbed the shoulders of the brown corduroy coat and proceeded to slide the thing off of Dean, gently lifting up his hands off their grip on the scanner in order to get the sleeves away from his arms. The cloth slid to a rumpled pile on the floor and Dean found his shirt lifted up to his neck.

He lifted his neck up, and at the sight of that exposed throat Kenrick's attentions were moved. A low growl came from Dean as those teeth nipped at the skin below his ear, and then sucked at his earlobe until he moaned. His body jerked up against Kenrick and Kenrick smiled and moaned at the implications. This was somehow much more grown up and hot than the last time they had experimented together.

Kenrick left a painful and red hickey on Dean's neck, and then moved down back to the shirt. Dean tucked his chin in to hold the shirt up a little bit, and then gasped as a tongue slyly licked around a nipple, making it erect. He shut his eyes tight as teeth nibbled wonderfully at the sensitive skin, and then nibbled a trail down his chest. He was breathing heavily. Suddenly sharp teeth scraped at the hair beneath his navel, leaving a tiny scratch, and then Dean lifted the other boy's head to give him a kiss again. He could taste the magic and arousal in the heat of Kenrick's tongue.

That was when the door opened. Betsy, a gossipy and funny blonde that was one of Dean's favorite co-workers, stepped inside with a pile of papers in her hands. She gasped as she saw Kenrick and Dean. Half of the pile of paper she held slid to the floor with a whoosh.

Immediately Dean pulled away from Kenrick, skidding back against the scanner and pressing START by accident again. Kenrick leaned back on his haunches, looking at the girl.

Betsy looked at Dean. She was gawking, eyes wide. Then she looked at Kenrick, and then back at Dean. Shouldering the remains of the paper messily she quickly dumped the pile in the corner by the door, before stammering, "I'm sorry, I didn't know anyone was in here - I'll just leave now - "

The door shut with a loud slam.

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"Betsy? What's that look for?"

Sarah was known for being impatient. Here her friend was off work and able to go to the coffee shop with Sarah - Sarah was always jazzed for coffee after Economics 101 at the local Blackstone Community College - and Betsy was taking FORever!

The girl came out of the backroom with her face pale and a little smile on her face. Sarah began to tug at Betsy's arm as if to say, let's get OUT of here, but Betsy resisted the tugs. Instead, she blurted oh, "Oh, Sarah! Sarah, stop. I gotta tell you...no, but I shouldn't. Gah, it's so exciting! I mean...I didn't think I'd ever..."

Sarah looked back to smile at her friend. "What? You secretly have a crush on me?"

Betsy was mollified. "What? No! You goof! But remember that boy Dean? The one I used to have a crush on?"

"Umm...." Sarah tried to ignore the grumblings of a coffee-hungry stomach. "The baseball player? With the hot piece of ass?"

Betsy blushed furiously. "Sssh! Yes, that one. Well..."

Sarah rolled her eyes. "Let me guess, you were getting it on with him in the employee back rooms? Come on, I need my coffee here! Adrenaline drive, Hell-O!"

Betsy sat them down on a bench in the back part of the store. "Oh, shush it. No, I, wasn't doing anything with Dean. But SOMEONE was!"

Sarah became a little more interested. "Oh? Who? Was it the boss? I don't know this kid, alright, I'm not really into hearing his sordid affairs."

"Yes, OK Sarah, but listen to this - he was sitting on the scanner - "

"Oh, EXCITING!"

"No, listen. And there was a guy with him! This guy I saw earlier when I was leaving to get you - a goth guy or something. I know how you love your goth guys! And they were...mmm, kissing. They saw me, of course, I just had to drop those stupid papers, clumsy me. But ahh! It was soo hot! So hot! Talk about adrenaline rush, Sarah! You should have SEEN them."

Sarah was interested now. "OH? Really? Well, I do still want my Starbucks, but perhaps this is worth a lookie. Lead me to the action."

Silently, stealthily, the two girls crept towards 'the action' and peeked in through the glass door.

Sarah's eyes widened. She whispered, "Oh man. Man oh man. That IS hot! Purrr, that goth boy...yummy! I love his eyes. Gah, and Mr. Baseball DOES have a nice ass. Goth sure likes groping it. MM, hmmm."

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Dean had gotten Kenrick's shirt off and was brushing his hands against the soft skin. He found he didn't really miss girls, really. Who needed 'em? This boy in front of him was hot and wanting and hard - god, so hard, Dean could feel that pressing up against his thigh.

Kenrick was suddenly distracted by the copies the scanner had produced. Licking his lips, he said, "Take a look at this."

Dean didn't want to care, but he looked anyway. He remembered accidentally pressing the START button when Betsy had come upon them. He looked up at the scan. It was another one of his butt, of course, the curves and...wait, was that...? Dean blushed furiously as he realized the straining bulge of his pants had gotten pressed up against the scanner and got itself in the picture, too.

Kenrick laughed at the expression on Dean's facing, saying, "Why so embarassed? I've known it was there all along."

And suddenly a hot mouth was on Dean's again, and Kenrick's hands fondled him through the jeans. He gasped as those creeping fingers traced the shape of his hard-on, and pulled away to demand Kenrick take things off of him already. But then a hand was at his waist and unbuckling his belt, and with a quiet zrrrt his fly was undone and his jeans were being shoved off of him.

Dean kicked the thick, heavy cloth away from his ankles and gasped as two fingers slid in past his boxers to brush at his cock. He groaned and pressed up at the fingers, and then gasped as Kenrick's other hand played at the tight hole, pinching his balls along the way. Kenrick's nose was buried in the dark hair below Dean's hips, even as his tongue lapped at the revealed skin of Dean's cock.

It was just too good! Dean squirmed and gasped, pushing his hips up towards that lovely mouth. The tongue on him was hot and eager, and strong hands were beneath him, groping his ass, sliding up and down and making Dean shiver.

Kenrick growled low in his throat when one of Dean's feet sidled up the faerie's thigh, slowly and softly massaging the bulging package there with his toes. The mouth on him dropped away and Kenrick threw his head back, groaning as Dean shoved his foot harder below the other boy's belt. It was stifling in the room, and Dean could feel his balls sticking together. He wondered what it would be like to have Kenrick lick them, and moaned at the thought.

Then he leant down, face flushed and red, his boxers riding even lower on his hips. He put a hand over Kenrick's crotch, experimentally. He could feel the shape of it beneath those tight black jeans as he touched Kenrick and then his hand wandered to the firm thighs. They were clenched tensely, and Kenrick's hands were soft against the skin of Dean's back.

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They could see everything. They were at just the right angle. Betsy had her mouth wide open and Sarah was so aroused she thought she might have sex with Betsy right there and then, just to get her hands on someone. Her nipples were hard against the cold door, and she was feeling quite undry. She had to work to bring saliva to her throat, and she was secretly eyeing Betsy from the corner of her eye.

The girl had gorgeous breasts, which now pressed up against that uniform delightfully in Betsy's arousal. Sarah could see a peek of tender flesh from a crack in the button-up top. Hot.

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Dean suddenly wanted to have his mouth on Kenrick. He moved so that he was kneeling in front of the other boy, sliding off of the scanner in one smooth movement. Then he placed his mouth over a hard nipple, sucking greedily. Kenrick moaned, a palm pressed up against the back of Dean's head, insistent and needy. Dean stopped, and let his mouth drift softly down the boy's chest. The skin was soft. The muscles were hard. Kenrick's breathing was shallow and ragged, and he whimpered when Dean's teeth bit at him. A loud moan was the response when Dean dipped a tongue slyly at Kenrick's navel, and then his mouth was over the pulsating cock encased in those seductive black jeans.

Dean sat up, and then slid over to sit on top of Kenrick. The scrape of black jeans against the sensitive skin of his thighs was agonizing. He felt the tough ridges press at his balls and moaned at the touch. Then the engorging bulge of Kenrick's cock was beneath him, pressing at his ass. Dean squeezed his hips against Kenrick's, and both boys moaned.

The boxers Dean wore were thin; he could feel the thick length of Kenrick's cock pressing up at his ass, and began to grind himself against it. With every rock of his hips Kenrick made a new sound, and the cock sliding between Dean's cheeks grew.

Finally Dean couldn't take it any more. Every movement was excruciating. The sac of his balls was so heavy and sensitive in his arousal that the slightest friction had him groaning in pleasure and whimpering. Kenrick noticed this, and suddenly sly fingers dipped beneath shorts and softly, slowly stroked the firm balls. Dean let out a shaky breath, gasping as a light touch came to the underside of his cock.

Those fingers had snuck past his shorts and now the tips were lightly trailing over his length. He bucked his hips upward as nails scraped ever-so-slowly to the tip of his cock. A tortured moan came from Dean's mouth and his forehead was pressed up against Kenrick's shoulder now. He bit down on the sweet flesh there as one of Kenrick's fingertips brushed against the head. God, it felt so good!

"Nnn...ohh, K-Kenrick! PLEASE..."

"Please what?" The faerie's voice was soft and low, frantic. Husky. Dean felt the hair's on his arms stand on end at that lovely sound.

"P-Please...ohh..."

Those fingers pressed more insistently at his balls now, gripping one between index and thumb and squeezing. Then it copied the action with the other, and then simply stroked.

"Say it, Dean. Say what you want."

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Dean was rocking into Kenrick's soft touches. He put his hands on the faerie boy's thighs and pressed down, frantic, incoherent. Kenrick grunted in surprise and need when those tough callused hands pushed at the bulge of his erection, forward and grabby, fondling him through his jeans.

Kenrick didn't think he could take much more of this. The hands fondling him and bouncing all over his length and unconsciously fisting him were wild and crazy, unpredictable, hungry and frenzied. Oh, god...

"Hahh...nn...D-Dean...mmm, STOP! Stop it!" Kenrick tried to push the hands away, tried to resume the soft touching arousal of Dean's cock, but there was no concentrating.

"Tell me what you want. Say it!"

Those hands were on his shoulders now, no, sliding against his neck and then slithering up his ears to gently explore the pointy tips. Dean laughed at the sensation of the pointy ears, saying, "Wow..."

Kenrick grumbled at the change in attention, and slid a hand back where it had been before.

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Dean jumped at the sudden touch to his cock again, groaning softly when Kenrick's hand began to stroke up and down his length. He opened his eyes to see Kenrick bring out a finger from his shorts and lick a drop from the tip. Precome. Dean's eyes widened and then narrowed again as he saw that Kenrick was sucking his finger in a very provocative manner. Purposely that tongue slid over the fingertip and then began to suck the digit into that soft, wet, hot mouth...Dean sat back, his head hitting the scanner, heat rising in him and a hard throb from his cock reminding him that it needed attention.

"Kenrick...please...touch me."

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The words alone were enough to make Kenrick's hard cock even harder. He was hot and flustered already, but he became even more so, hair sticking to his forehead, hands shaky. Touch Dean...god, he wanted to! He had been, but that was with fingers, not tongue. Also, the way Dean had said it...asked submissively...entrancedly...needily...Kenrick nodded assent.

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Suddenly a burning hot mouth was on Dean, over the boxers and sliding against the tip of his cock, and then sucking vigorously. Dean shouted at the sensation, bucking and slamming a shoulder into the scanner by accident. That would definitely leave a bruise.

He yelled again as the sucks got even more vigorous, wild, and cried out as a tongue licked at the bare skin of the base of his cock. With a silent sssshhhh, the boxers were slid off.

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Kenrick stared at the delectable boy in front of him. His head and heart were pounding and his cock throbbed violently at the sight of Dean nude. His mouth watered. He didn't know if the black jeans could hold his cock in much longer. They were much too tight. Even now, if he didnt get the zip down soon, he would be squeezed in a whole lot.

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Dean yelped when Kenrick licked the rest of the precome from the head. Kenrick smirked, and slid his tongue slowly up the whole length. Dean rocked his body upward into the heat and wetness, moaning. He allowed gentle, strong hands to spread his thighs wider apart, and to nudge him upward a little. He cursed as suddenly a wet mouth sucked hard balls into it, and threw his head back when he heard Kenrick moan around him.

Then, finally, Kenrick did it. His mouth lowered down and he licked the head once before slowly parting his lips. It popped in his mouth quickly, smoothly, and Kenrick began to suck. His tongue measured the width of the head by swirling around slowly, and his lips moved, and his throat worked to bring sensation to the throbbing cock, sending waves of pleasure up the sensitive nerves to make the boy sob.

Slowly Kenrick took the rest of the cock in his mouth, surprised at the boy's size. Once having the whole shaft in his mouth, Kenrick began to suck harder. Dean was gasping, his hands grabbing at the edge of the table, his knuckles white. His legs were shaking and his hips kept bucking involuntarily. The scanner was making clicking noises as he continuously shook and pushed up against it.

Then when teeth scraped over the underside of his cock, Dean was absolutely blissful. He allowed for a few more moments of sucking, scraping, licking, and then it was too much. With a loud groan, Dean jolted forward and spilled into Kenrick's mouth. The fae boy swallowed smoothly and easily, and then slid his mouth off, sitting back up with a satisfied smirk on his face.

"That was good," he said laughingly. Dean shook as his orgam faded away. He shut his eyes.

When he opened them, Kenrick was gone. He thought he could hear a faint voice in his ear whisper softly, "I'll be back..."

It was over. Gone. How could Kenrick leave NOW? Dean had been just about to get those jeans off of him!

Grumbling angrily, Dean stood up. Shakily he slid his boxers over his hips, grumbling in disgust at the total mess on the cloth. He cleaned up as best he could. He found his belt across the room where Kenrick had flung it, and slid his legs into his jeans with discomfort. But there was nothing to be done about it, now. Slinging his coat over his shoulder, Dean cleaned up the paper mess. He laughed a bit at the scans, but then trashed them. No use leaving evidence.

When Dean stepped out into the hall, he was surprised to see Betsy and her friend, Sarah.

They were giggling madly over something. He shook his head and walked away. Damn. He shut the door to the sound of louder giggling. Had Betsy shared what she had seen?

It was maddening to sit for the rest of the hours and work, but Dean did. When he went home, it was to rush to the bathroom and have a good wank and a cold shower. Jesus Christ. What a fucking day.

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