The Last One to Let You Down

by K. L. Hiers

  “No?”

  “Not a bit,” Mr. Crosby chuckled. “He hated waiting on families. He was good at it, mind you. He was good at everything, but his passion was in the prep room like you. The dead don’t lie, he’d say, but the living do.”

  “Sounds like a very wise man.”

  “We should hopefully have someone starting next week, you know.”

  “That’s great, Mr. Crosby.” Tom didn’t put much stock into that statement since he’d said the same thing last week and the week before that.

  “And by the way,” Mr. Crosby said cheerfully, “I was getting caught up on the inventory while you were gone, and I noticed the oddest thing. I’ve been meaning to ask you about it.”

  “Oh?” Tom’s stomach dropped.

  “It looks like there were some, let’s say, some inconsistencies being covered up,” Mr. Crosby said, still sounding quite upbeat. “Seems like it had been going on for some time, whole cases of fluid vanishing away.”

  He knows! Shit, shit, shit!

  There was a perfect moment of clarity when Mr. Crosby looked at Tom and said very sternly, “But since Junior and Aaron are gone now, that’s not going to be a problem again, is it?”

  “Uh, no. Nope. No, sir.” Tom wanted to melt into the floor. “Definitely not, sir. I promise you.”

  “Good.” Mr. Crosby was very pleased, and the firm countenance vanished. “Well, you take care now. Goodbye, Tom.”

  “Bye,” Tom said, waving weakly as he watched Mr. Crosby stroll away. He had broken out in a sweat, reaching for his handkerchief to wipe off his face. He didn’t even notice someone walking up to him from the chapel.

  “Hey—”

  “Shit!” Tom jumped when he felt a hand on his arm, turning to see Cypress standing next to him. “You scared the crap out of me!”

  “Sorry.” Cypress laughed. “I didn’t mean to. Are you okay?”

  “Yeah, sorry about that.” Tom sighed loudly. “I’m starting to think maybe Mr. Crosby isn’t as crazy as everyone thinks he is.”

  “No?”

  “I’ll tell you about it later.” Tom tucked his handkerchief away. “Just know I am so ready to get out of here.”

  “I’m sure,” Cypress said. “By the way, heard from Fox. He has to cancel dinner this weekend.”

  “Aw, why?”

  “Some new case taking him to the western part of the state,” Cypress replied. “Gave us a rain check for whenever he gets back into town. There’s a party next week, so he’s hoping to come back quick.”

  “A house party with Lady Villalongo?” Tom asked casually.

  “Uh huh.”

  Tom could feel his face getting red. “Maybe we could go.”

  “If you’d like to.” Cypress smiled warmly. “No pressure if you’re not sure about trying again.”

  “I want to,” Tom insisted. “I’m ready. And if not, hey, that’s why we have safe words, right?” He glanced over at the chapel with a grumble. “Wish they worked in all aspects of my life.”

  “Rough crowd?”

  “No, they’re very sweet. It’s just a lot, you know?” Tom shook his head. “The living are way more stressful than the dead.”

  “Well, you look great,” Cypress said, sneaking a kiss on his cheek. “Mmm, I really do love you in a suit.”

  “Yeah?” Tom grinned as he smoothed out his jacket. “Not too bad, huh?”

  “I like you better out of it, but hey.” Cypress winked.

  “Visitation is almost over,” Tom promised. “Maybe thirty more minutes tops. I really do appreciate you bringing all those extra vases.”

  “Mmm, you know most florists don’t work crazy hours like this.”

  “Good thing I’m sleeping with one,” Tom teased.

  Cypress laughed, glancing down the hallway toward the chapel for a moment. “So, you gotta get back in there?”

  “I’ve got a few minutes,” Tom replied. “Miss Wheel and Bosco are in there helping out.”

  “Yeah, I saw Miss Wheel. She helped divide up the spray for the daughters.” Cypress glanced at the door behind Tom. “Hey, what’s in there? Office?”

  “Oh, it’s one of the arrangement rooms,” Tom replied. “Our old selection room. Still has a few caskets on the floor, and…” He paused. “What?”

  “Mm, thinking.” Cypress grabbed Tom’s tie, curling it around his fingers and pulling him close. “Like what if I wanted to take you in there right now?”

  Heart pounding, Tom anxiously stammered, “A-and do what exactly?”

  “Well, I was nice enough to bring you all those vases, free of charge,” Cypress mused. “I’m sure we could come up with a few things to show your gratitude.”

  Tom hurriedly glanced down at the chapel doors. No one was coming, and the visitation was nearly over. He could probably step away for a little bit and not be missed.

  A surge of adrenaline made him shiver, and he agreed, “I think we can figure out something.”

  “Go,” Cypress urged, letting go of Tom’s tie so he could lead the way.

  Tom ran through the door of the arrangement room, quickly closing it behind them.

  There was a large round table and chairs for the family to sit with the director, the walls were covered in posters advertising various urns and grave marker designs, and two caskets were on display. One was a simple metal, and the other was a very plush mahogany model with a velvet tufted interior.

  “Are you ready for me?” Cypress asked, his hands already moving down to start unzipping his jeans.

  “Yes, sir,” Tom said eagerly.

  “Safe word?”

  “Calvarium clamp.”

  “Kneel,” Cypress commanded. “You’re gonna suck me, nice and slow.”

  “Yes, sir,” Tom said, opening his mouth for Cypress’s cock. He took it all in, wrapping his lips around him and sucking softly. They were right by the door and knowing anyone could walk in was getting him so hot.

  They would see Tom on his knees, sucking Cypress’s fat cock, and the hot flash of shame was making him hard. He squeezed down on the base of Cypress’s cock, lavishing the head with long licks before stuffing it back in his mouth.

  “Good boy,” Cypress praised, stroking Tom’s hair and lazily thrusting. “Mmm, I love watching you suck my dick… you look so fuckin’ pretty.”

  Preening at the compliment, Tom opened his mouth wide so Cypress could thrust harder. He moved his hands to Cypress’s hips, encouraging him to go faster.

  “Fuck,” Cypress hissed as he took the invitation, slamming his cock into the back of Tom’s throat. He held onto his hair as he fucked his face, his breath coming in short pants.

  Eyes watering, Tom struggled to keep up. He gulped down the urge to gag, moaning when Cypress gave his hair a cruel tug. He could taste how close Cypress was, and he wanted it, he wanted him to come so badly.

  He heard a door opening somewhere close by, and his pulse cranked up even higher. If someone walked in, Tom didn’t think he would be able to stop. He wouldn’t want to.

  Tom gasped when Cypress pulled out before suddenly thrusting back into his mouth and holding there. He had to blink away a few tears as he fought against the choking clench in his throat, and he dug his fingers into Cypress’s thighs.

  “Good boy,” Cypress said, smirking as he pulled away again. He rubbed the head over Tom’s lower lip and teased, “Love this, don’t you?”

  “Yes. Yes, sir.” Tom flicked out his tongue, licking over the top of Cypress’s cock. “Mm, I love it.”

  “Stand up.”

  Tom took Cypress’s hands, getting to his feet and asking, “What now, sir?”

  “Whatever I want,” Cypress said as he backed Tom further into the room. “You’re all mine, remember? To do whatever I want with when I want to.”

  “Yes, sir,” Tom agreed, his cock pounding in his slacks. His skin felt tingly all over, and he was desperate for more stimulation. He was ready for anything. “Whatever you want.”

  C
ypress steered Tom to the mahogany casket, commanding, “Turn around.”

  “Wait, here?” Tom faced the casket, but he resisted getting any closer. His desire to fulfill Cypress’s command was diluted by an unfamiliar hesitation. “Are you sure? This is a ten-thousand-dollar casket. We shouldn’t… we can’t!”

  “Oh, I think that makes it even more perfect,” Cypress declared, grabbing Tom’s hips and pushing him forward. “I’m gonna fuck you right here.”

  “But, but!” Tom gasped, his palms slapping up against the side of the casket. His heart was pounding, and he shivered when Cypress’s hot breath tickled the back of his neck.

  “What?” Cypress purred in his ear, keeping Tom pinned. “It’s not like there’s anyone in there, right?”

  “No. It’s empty. It’s just for display.” Tom groaned lightly as Cypress ground into his ass, their fingers tangling together on the casket. “But w-what if we mess it up?”

  “Excites you, doesn’t it?” Cypress was smiling, and Tom was certain it was a wicked one. “Doing something naughty?”

  “What about the mess, sir?”

  “You’ll have to clean it up, won’t you?”

  “Yes, sir,” Tom whimpered, ducking his head down. “I will… I’ll be good. I’ll clean it all up.”

  “There’s a good boy,” Cypress said, rolling his hips forward. “It’s been too long since we’ve done this. I know how much you like the idea of someone seeing you… seeing the things I do to you… seeing how much you love it…”

  “Fuck,” Tom hissed. He couldn’t deny how much he wanted it. The risk of getting caught was such a unique thrill that made him ache deep inside, and he was helpless to resist. He closed his eyes, whispering, “I do.”

  “Mmm, like our very first night?” Cypress reached around to grope Tom’s dick, squeezing him gently. “When you got on your knees to suck me?”

  “Yes,” Tom exhaled, his breath catching as Cypress slipped his hand inside his slacks to grab him. He whined and tried to push back, but Cypress wouldn’t let him budge.

  “You were such a good boy for me,” Cypress said, giving Tom’s cock a few teasing strokes before reaching down to fondle his balls. “You didn’t even know what you were doing. You just wanted to feel good, didn’t you?”

  “Yes,” Tom breathed out, his head spinning with a fresh wave of lust. “I wanted you so much. I didn’t care how. All I wanted was to be good for you.”

  “Mmm, and you are,” Cypress promised. “You’re always so good for me.” He kept Tom firmly in place with his hips as he grabbed his slacks and started pulling them down. “And right now, you’re gonna be a good boy and let me fuck you on this casket.”

  “Cypress,” Tom whined, heat crawling over his face and making him gasp. “Someone… someone is gonna hear…”

  “Well, then.” Cypress pushed the lid on the head end of the casket up. “Better grab that pillow. Because you’re definitely gonna need it.”

  Tom scrambled to push the hinge into a locked position so the lid wouldn’t fall on his head and grabbed the pillow. He wrapped his arms around it, promising, “I’ll be quiet. I promise.”

  “I don’t know,” Cypress said with a click of his tongue. “You’ve been a little mouthy. You seem more concerned about a casket than doing what you’re told. Plus, taking advantage of me to run little errands for you.”

  “No. Never. Sir, I wouldn’t do that.” Tom closed his eyes as Cypress pulled his pants and underwear down around his thighs.

  “But those vases weren’t gonna drive themselves over here, were they?” Cypress taunted, his hand smoothing over Tom’s bare ass. “You knew I’d come running, hmm?”

  “I needed help, sir,” Tom protested. “I wasn’t trying to take advantage of you.”

  “It’s okay,” Cypress soothed. “You’re gonna make it up to me.”

  Tom gasped as Cypress slapped his ass, his back arching as he savored the sting. “Oh, Cypress…”

  “That’s one,” Cypress said. “Six more seems fair. One for each vase.” He reared back, spanking Tom again.

  Tom gritted his teeth to hold back a moan, leaning on the casket. The next two strikes took his breath away, his knees shaking as his pulse began to pound in his aching cheeks. It hurt like hell, and his cock was miserably hard.

  “You’re doing so well,” Cypress praised. “Just a few more, Tom.”

  “Y-yes, sir,” Tom whimpered. He cried out when Cypress spanked him again, the slapping sound ringing in his ears. He wondered crazily if anyone at the visitation could hear it, and he smothered a moan in the pillow when Cypress switched to the other cheek.

  “Almost there.” Cypress cracked his hand on Tom’s ass, grabbing both cheeks and squeezing. “Just one more, sweet boy.”

  Tom lifted his head, panting, “Yes, sir. I can take it. I’ll take it so good.”

  “Good boy,” Cypress sighed, spanking Tom so hard that his hips slammed into the casket.

  Tom pushed his face down into the pillow, moaning as the burn morphed into a dull throb. His cheeks felt like they were on fire, and he humped the side of the casket chasing down any relief he could. “Oh, God… oh, Cypress…”

  “Look at you,” Cypress whispered, tracing his fingers over the bright red impressions his hands had left behind. “Mmm, beautiful.”

  His thoughts floating, Tom lazily stretched his back and pressed into Cypress’s touch. “Thank you, sir. Thank you so much.” He pouted when Cypress pulled away, and he thought he heard a click of a bottle. “Sir?”

  “Now,” Cypress said as he spread Tom’s stinging cheeks, “you’re gonna fuck yourself on my cock. I’m all lubed up for you, but you gotta open yourself up just on my dick. Do you understand?”

  “Yes, sir,” Tom replied, grabbing the edge of the casket to brace himself as he started pushing back. He felt Cypress’s cock, hot and slick, and lined him up with his hole.

  “There…” Cypress sounded out of breath, his fingers dragging over Tom’s cheeks. “Just like that.”

  Tom kept pushing back, groaning as the head of Cypress’s cock slid inside him. He went too fast, and he hissed at the unforgiving stretch. It was bordering on pain, a burn that made him rock back and forth to soothe it away, and he gasped excitedly when he felt his body opening up.

  “There you go,” Cypress praised. “Your little ass looks so good giving it up for me, baby.”

  Tom bowed his head down, muffling his grunts into the pillow as he fucked himself on Cypress’s cock. He was so close, so very close, his head snapping up with a stuttered groan as he took on the final inch.

  He was full, his throbbing hole completely stuffed, and he frantically started slamming back on Cypress’s cock to get the friction he so desperately wanted. He pushed himself up, his hands grabbing at the side of the casket to get more leverage for his thrusts.

  “Yes, good boy, come on, fuck yourself on that cock,” Cypress murmured heatedly, pushing Tom’s jacket and shirt up to stroke his back. “You’re so fuckin’ sexy like this… just takin’ what you want.”

  Tom growled low in reply, glancing over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of Cypress intently focused on where their bodies were intimately connected.

  Cypress must have sensed Tom looking at him because he suddenly glanced up, their eyes meeting. He smiled and said, “My good boy.”

  Hearing those words while looking into Cypress’s eyes made Tom’s chest feel too tight, and he thrust as hard as he could. He made himself cry out, quickly turning back to smother his moans in the pillow. He didn’t think he could keep this up for much longer, but he willed himself to keep going.

  “My very, very good boy,” Cypress went on, his hands sliding down to take hold of Tom’s hips. He started fucking him, hard and fast, their bodies slapping together obscenely, and the force rocking the casket as Tom was pushed into it.

  “Oh, oh, ohhh, God!” Tom wailed, unsure if the pillow was enough to drown out his screams of pleasure. He couldn’t stop, so
bbing as Cypress fucked him mercilessly. It was skirting on painful, and each brutal thrust threatened to shove him off balance.

  His entire upper body was now inside the casket, his legs dangling and his feet barely touching the floor. He moaned deliriously as Cypress pushed his legs apart, lifting his thighs to chase a more intense depth.

  “Coming,” Cypress breathed in warning, grunting excitedly as he came. He slammed inside of Tom as hard as he could, driving his pulsing load deep. He rolled his hips and rubbed Tom’s back, groaning, “There you go, baby… there you go.”

  Tom offered one last little whimper into the pillow before Cypress was pulling him out and helping him find his footing. He inhaled sharply when Cypress pulled out, and he could feel his come drip down his thigh. “Ah, fuck.”

  “You were so good for me,” Cypress murmured, wrapping his arms around Tom and grabbing his cock. “Such a good boy… you wanna come, hmm?”

  “Yes, yes, please, please!” Tom begged, his head falling back on Cypress’s shoulder. He reached up to stroke his hair, his beard, seeking out any point of contact as he thrust into his hand. “Please make me come!”

  Cypress kissed Tom’s hair, jerking him off fast, urging, “Come on, baby. Come on. Get that fuckin’ nut.”

  Gritting his teeth, Tom focused in on the hot throbbing of his hole and the slick friction of Cypress’s hand. All his muscles were winding up tight, the pressure about to blow, and there, fuck!

  He was coming, watching in horror as his come splattered all over the side of the mahogany casket.

  Tom couldn’t stop his orgasm, whimpering as Cypress kept stroking him and squeezing out every last drop of come he had to give. He grabbed his wrist to stop him, panting, “I’m good, fuck, I’m so good. Mmm.”

  “Good,” Cypress said, finally letting go and flopping against Tom’s back. “Fuck, that was nice.”

  Tom caught himself on the casket, nodding in agreement. “Mmm, yeah it was.” He glanced down and laughed. “Could have done without busting all over the very expensive casket.”