"Lu..." It comes out laced with warning, but Lucifer is playing oblivious.
"Come on Dean..you can spare 15 minutes."
Dean arches an eyebrow at that, turning from his desk to level Lucifer with a stare.
"20 minutes?"
Dean sighs crossing his arms over his chest.
That just garners a smirk from Lucifer as he moves to sit at the desk's edge. "Oh alright, 45 minutes," the teen concedes.
"Now that's more like it," Dean grins, and Lucifer gets his hopes up for a moment.
And then the bastard turns back to his algebra book, "but sorry, I can't. Dick's test is gonna kick my ass if I don't study."
Lucifer gives an overexaggerated sigh as he kicks lightly at Dean's chair. "You have plenty of time to study," he all but whines, pouting slightly.
"Oh no you don't, I invented that look, it ain't gonna work on me," Dean declares as he flips a page and begins working on number 27.
Lucifer scowls slightly, huffing in irritation as he turns his gaze to the opposite wall, a small smirk forming when his eyes land on a slightly worn poster of The Wrath Of Khan thumbtacked to the wall. He slowly slides off the desk, moving to turn Dean's chair to face him, glad for once in his life the damn thing is broken and missing arms, it makes what he's about to do easier.
Moving to straddle Dean's lap, he walks two fingers up the teens chest as he leans in closer so his mouth is level with Dean's ear.
"But /Captain/, it gets lonely in space..."
Lucifer knows he's won when the pencil falls, but Dean's returning answer really seals the deal.
"Well now /Doctor/, seems I'm neglecting my duties."
"Mmhm," Lucifer nods nipping at Dean's earlobe.
"Well let's fix that," Dean murmurs, hands moving down to work off Lucifer's jeans.
Besides, it's good to take study breaks, Dean reasons as he reaches for the lube at the bottom desk drawer.
