Dean's The Name, Whiskey's The Game

A mix of nsfw, crack, fluff, angst, etc.

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“Okay, thank you ladies! Group 2! You’re up!” The dance instructer called to Gabrielle Shirley and her group. The blonde got up from where she was stretching on the floor and stood on the little tape“X” that had been assigned to her. Today was auditions to be a dancer at the hottest club in town, the Bunker. 

Gabrielle had always wanted to be a dancer and her father supported her, even helping her pay to go to Julliard. What she didn’t know was that her getting in didn’t have anything to do with her audition. Her father actually had sent his guys to threaten the head of the Board of Dance. In fact, paying the tuition for the school was how he was laundering money. He did all of this to make his angel happy and to help soften the blow when he dropped the bomb on her that she was going to take over the family business. 

Charles “Chuck” Shirley was the Don for the New York Mafia and believed that it was time for his daughter to learn the ropes so she could take over when he was gone. It wasn’t like she didn’t know her father was in the mafia. But she had thought he was going to have her oldest brother, Michael take over. But no, “Michael is getting married and gonna start a family. And he ain’t as clever as you. And Raphel isn’t as creative and doesn’t have a nose for business. You’re a tough cookie, Gabbi. Just what the family needs.”

The night he broke the news, Gabrielle packed up her things and left without looking back. It had been about a month now and she finally found a place where no one knew who she was. And here she was, auditioning to be a dancer for the most exclusive and coolest club in town and giving it her all, not noticing the man that had entered the room. 

Dean laughed. “I thought of being a stripper.” He joked. “I dunno. Spending time with you is the most important part of it. I’ll probably get a job as a mechanic. I’ve always been good with cars.” He smiled and slid his hand into Alaric’s. “How was breakfast?”

“If that was what interested you, I’d support it. Honestly, you needn’t work at all unless you want to. My enterprises pull in a fair amount of money, I’m comfortable supporting us both financially. Take your time to decide, there’s no rush.” Alaric lifted their hands, and pressed a kiss to Dean’s knuckles. 

Dean loved when Chris got like this. Having someone else in charge helped him forget for a little while. “A little help wouldn’t be objected to.” He smiled and pulled Chris’ soft hair, kissing him deeply before he started to unbutton his shirt. He wanted Chris to be eager for more.

Chris gave a moan when his hair was tugged and deepened the kiss. Along with the tugging the teasing remark only riled him up more. The moment Chris had a second to breathe he pulled his own shirt off over his head and chucked it to the side. 

Dean however wasn’t moving as fast as he wanted. Pushing his hands underneath Deans he took a hold of the man’s shirt and tugged it open, resulting in popping some of the buttons off. 

Dean arched a brow and loosened his tie, slowly sliding it off. If Chris was going to be demanding, Dean was going to make him work for it.

For the most part, Chris was pretty good about not demanding things from Dean. he knew the man had a lot on his plate, and that a lot was resting on his shoulders. But, once in a while, the bratty part in him decided to act up. And tonight was one of those times. 

So while Dean was listening to his demand, Chris was feeling impatient at the pace it was going. Watching him only just finish taking off his tie Chris moved closer and began nipping sharply along Dean’s neck and jawline.