"Well, this is an attractive picture," Sean said, and shut the door behind him, setting his battered briefcase on the floor. "Learning anything interesting?" "Loads," Harry replied absently, flipping a page and scanning the words. "Did you know that King Lear and Edgar are soulmates because they're both mad?" "Ah, you must be reading Hartnett's paper," Sean grinned. He poured his own cup of coffee from the miniscule coffee maker he had in the corner and downed the contents in three long sips. Christ, he'd needed the jolt of caffeine in the worst way. "Have you gotten to the part where he talks about the homoerotic undertones in the relationship between Kent and Lear yet?" "Sadly, no, but it's something to look forward to." Harry finally glanced up, offering Sean a warm, wide smile that made the fabulous crinkles around his eyes even more pronounced. He pushed a gaily, if clumsily, wrapped long box across the sofa and towards Sean. "This was on your desk when I got here." "Was it?" Curious, Sean picked up the box and turned it over in his hands. There was no note or card on the outside. "You sure it's not from you?" Harry arched an aristocratic eyebrow. "Gave you your birthday gift this morning, didn't I." "Is that what we're calling it?" Sean laughed. Of course, it had been a rather spectacular blowjob followed by a rather spectacular bout of sex that had made them both late for their first classes of the day, but that was rather beside the point of things, he thought. "Alright, I might've gotten you something else, but you'll have to wait 'til we get home for it. Now, are you gonna open that or just stare at it hoping it'll open itself?" Knowing that if he didn't open the gift, Harry would do it for him, Sean obligingly tore off the wrapping and opened the top of the box. Nestled among a metric ton of packing peanuts was a bottle of 12 year-old Highland Park, as well as a bottle of cherry-flavored lube. Sean blinked. The lube was still there. And still cherry-flavored. "Huh." "What?" Harry stood and peered into the box. "Good taste in scotch," he remarked, picking up the bottle. "Which is a lovely gift, but I'm wondering about the lube part of it." "Check the card." "What card?" Harry just shook his head and pointed. "That one." Sure enough, there was a birthday card half-buried among the peanuts. Sean opened it, reading aloud: "Dear Professor Bean, Happy 50th! Don't drink it all or use it all in one place. Love, K & O." "Flattering that they think you and I can still use an entire bottle of lube in one sitting," Harry grinned. "I love the optimism of youth." Sean didn't try to hold back the chuckle. Only Harry... "Aye, well, I suppose there is that. Rather inappropriate of them, though. They're students." "Not to mention, Urban's your aide." Harry clapped his hand on Sean's shoulder, then slid down in a lingering motion to rest against his lower back, the warmth penetrating through Sean's shirt. "You could always tell him you're suing for sexual harassment, scare the piss out of him." "I'm not that cruel. And it is a sweet gesture." Sean nodded at the bottle of scotch. "Feel up to getting me drunk and taking advantage?" "Those were in my plans for tonight, yes," Harry replied, and met Sean's lips for a slow kiss. "But let's say we leave the cherry flavoring out of it. I like the way you taste just fine without it." "Deal," Sean said, and stepped closer, running his hands in Harry's hair as their lips met again. He made a mental note to thank Karl and Orlando later. Onto Study Break
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