Goblin Boyfriend: Stoilk (complete)

    Usually, I work answering phones all day and repairing computers and the like from the comfort of my own office. I’ve seen it and heard it all, I’ve dealt with the irate to the innocently naive. I’ve fixed mouses that kids have tried to feed and computers with so many viruses I’d rather set fire to them. Anyways, that had been my job and for the most part I enjoyed it. I was able to keep to myself and could talk down even the most heated of clients.

    A couple of weeks ago I was asked to take on a special assignment at the local library. New computers had been donated and were needing to be set up as well as help get the system within the library updated and to watch over while things get settled. I hadn’t been to the library since I was a kid, so you can trust my shock when I saw the same computers from then still active in the computer hall. 

    The head librarian was a surly looking sort. He was a goblin with glasses that he set at the tip of his nose. He would walk by the computer hall while I was working, tilt down his glasses, look at me, and walk on by. I didn’t mind getting checked up on, but there was something about this librarian that set my teeth on edge. 

    His name was Stoilk, not sure if it was his first or last name it was just what he gave me. I didn’t like talking to him, he always seemed short with me. Well, he was short with me. I was always pretty tall, but even more so around him. Standing straight Stoilk came up just about to the bottom of my bosom. Anyways, he didn’t seem to like me, at all.

    One day after getting all the computers set up in the hall and getting all the wires organized, neat, and out of the way, I went up to his desk.

    “I’ve just about got everything ready in the computer hall,” I tell him. “Now I need your wifi password as I can get them all set up.”

    His brow cocks up and he looks at me over the rim of his glasses. “We don’t have wifi here.”

    I’m not sure what sort of face I made, but it must have been the same as someone who just learned they traveled backwards in time.

    “This is a library.” He waves his hand about his head. “Not a coffee shop or mall.”

    I’ve definitely gone back in time. There is no way Stoilk and I are anywhere near the same age. 

    “People come here to read, find books, study, and not get on their cellphones and shit the day away.” Stoilk sniffs and looks back down at the work on his desk. “We have just regular internet.”

    I am beyond baffled. “What is…” I hesitate as I try to find a way to word this question in a way that didn’t come off rude. “What do you consider regular internet?”

    Stoilk sighs and rolls his eyes. “The kind everyone has.”

    “That’s…” I’m trying my hardest to be kind. “That’s wifi these days.”

    Stoilk scoffs and waves me back. “What am I paying you for. Come back here. I’ll show you.”

    I walk around the front desk and stand behind Stoilk. He clicks on his antique computer’s web browser and as it logs in it makes the ancient mating call of internet days of yore. The screeching and squawking sound makes me want to die a little inside. I didn’t even know this type of internet still existed in this day and age.

I stop the madness and interrupt the connection. “You do realize this is out of date and extremely slow?” I ask. “Once I update this computer with one of the new ones-”

“No such thing!” Stoilk snaps at me. “You will not be touching this computer.”

“It’s far too old. You’re at risk of being hacked and everything in the library could be in trouble.” I snap my hands to my wrist. “Everything will be updated and much better. Your network will be safer and you will be getting wifi. These new computers won’t even take this...regular internet.”

Stoilk glares at me. “You will not be touching this one.” He slaps the top of the computer and the screen starts to roll. It shivers and shakes and then goes completely black with a soda can hiss.

Stoilk turns to the computer in fright. He slaps it a few times, bangs keys, and frantically presses the power button like a mother trying to resuscitate her dying child. 

I sigh and pull him back. “She’s dead Jim.”

“Fix it!” he turns to me and his glasses nearly fly off his nose.

“This computer is older than most of the students in the library.” I say. “I’ll see what data I can get off her but-”

Stoilk sighs takes off his glasses. He rubs the bridge of his nose. “I don’t want that. I want you to fix this one.”

“It’s not reasonable. Not when you have a brand new and better computer at the ready. I was told these were running out of memory as it was. These new computers have backup memory as well as an extra external hard drive at the ready.” I watch him as he hovers on the brink of a headache. 

“I can’t fix this one.” I point to the monitor which I think is starting to smoke. “But I can help fix you.”

I pat his back, unsure why. “They aren’t hard to learn. Most are intuitive these days. And you don’t have to have a public wifi. Require only people with library cards to be able to access it or only make it available in the computer hall.”

Stoilk is silent and his expression is stony and distant.

He glares at me.

“Bad joke,” I grumble. “But I’ll help you get to know the new system as good as you knew the old one.”

Stoilk grumbles and grunts under his breath. “Fine.”

“Good. Because there was no other way around it except through it. I’ll call a friend of mine, he’ll help get your internet out of the stone ages and set the library up with wireless. After that I’ll come get your new computer set up.” I leave Stoilk behind as I go call.

Wifi set up would be in a couple of days, so until then I had time to get the new library system running and help Stoilk get used to it. To be honest, I’m not looking forward to it at all. I don’t much care for Stoilk, or really anyone who can’t accept that technology is moving forward. The stone age is in the past for a reason. 

Since I’m now working behind Stoilk’s desk, he’s hovering around me more than usual. In fact, he usually sitting at the desk while I’m working on getting the system running. I’m having to install programs from a jump drive or disk, rather than just accessing the internet for them. It’s taking much longer, especially since I have to download the programs from home or my office first.

I tap his arm once I have everything set up and ready. “Do you have a moment?”

“Many,” Stoilk sighs and adjusts his glasses. “But none I wish to waste on you.”

“Understandable. But come here.” I use my foot to yank over his desk chair closer to the computer. I stand behind Stoilk and move the mouse around. “Ok, so, pretty basic. You’re used to your desktop so I tried to set it up from memory like you had the old one. Now, this is the new library system that-”

Stoilk isn’t watching the screen but rather my hand on the mouse. “That’s not attached to anything.”

“It’s wireless.” I lift up the mouse and show him the red beam underneath instead of the rolly ball. “It’s linked to the USB and is wireless through the Bluetooth connection. The keyboard is too.” I lift up the keyboard and it looks like he’s about to have a stroke.

“So that way, if you needed to, you can move the keyboard around.” I set it back down. “Now. Can we move along with the lesson? The sooner I can teach you the sooner you can start getting your system back in order.”

Stoilk clears his throat. “Yes.” He huffs and shakes his head. “Right.”

“Now,” I huff and lean over his shoulder from behind. I start slow, showing him the basics of his new computer. 

“Once your wifi gets set up I’ll teach you about that too and we can discuss how you want it in the library. I know you don’t want it public, and I wouldn’t recommend setting it up without a password anyways.”

Stoilk rubs the bridge of his nose and grumbles under his breath. “I cannot wait for this all to be over.”

“That’s what they all say.” I step away and gather my supplies. “But once you learn it you won’t even notice it anymore. It’s best you pull your head out of the ground now.”

Stoilk smirks and shakes his head. “Maybe.” He takes off his jacket and leans back in his chair. The library is quiet and empty after having closed a couple of hours ago. Half the lights are one, giving the whole place a eerie atmosphere.

As I’m picking up my things Stoilk opens up his desk drawer and pulls out a flask.

“No way.” I turn and smirk down at him.

He shrugs as he unscrews it. “I never drink at work.”

“But you keep a flask in your desk.” I snap my hands to my waist.

Stoilk curls his lip and takes a swig. “Only recently.” 

“Because of me?” I point at my chest.

Stoilk snarls something under his breath. “The board, the city, you, the whole damn thing.” He waves his arm out with his flask in his fist. “I thought books would never change.”

“Everything else does.” I take the flask from his hand and sniff it. “Whoa!”

Stoilk snatches it back. “You could be polite for once instead of stomping around like a giant and taking what you want.”

I lift my hands up. “Ok several things.”

He sticks his long purple tongue out, impressing me for quite a few reasons. “You’ve stomped around this place doing whatever you want, saying whatever you want, and looking down the whole time. Giant!” He points to me then takes another drink.

I frown a bit. “Slow down there, it smells like rubbing alcohol is in that thing.”

“Family recipe,” he replies. “My grandfather has been distilling this stuff since he was a kid.” He offers the flask over to me. “Strawberry too.”

I take it and sniff it again, still stunned by the pure potent fumes coming from it. I sigh and take a drink. The first thing I taste is my tongue melting. But then my whole mouth feels like I’ve just shoved it full of the ripest strawberries on the earth.

“Holy shit,” I whisper.

Stoilk snatches back the flask. “That’s what we call it.”

I sit down on his desk. “You live here or something?”

“Out back,” he huffs. “I’m across the street. But I like to stay here when it’s quiet and empty. I like to wander the aisles and just take in everything here. Books don’t sass off, they don’t complain, they only want to be read and enjoyed.” He takes another drink and hands the flask over to me again.

“What about you?” I ask. “Do you like to be read and enjoyed?”

He gives me a harsh scowl and stands up. “I’ll let you out.”

“Chasing me off?” I smirk as I stand from the desk and pick up my things. “Fine. I see how it is.”

“You turned the conversation lewd. You don’t want to go there.” He says as he walks me to the front door.

“Lewd?” I stop and stand before him so he can’t unlock the door. “What did I say was lewd? I just asked a simple question.”

Stoilk grimaces, his cheeks are darkened enough to be noticeable.

I tilt my head to the side. “What?”

“You kept your tits pressed to my shoulder all day. I don’t want to-” he huffs and turns away again. “Move aside. Get out!”

“And here I thought you were a gentleman,” I say with a grin. “But you’ve been flustered and agitated because my tits were in your way?”

Stoilk snarls at me. “You can only ignore so much.”

“I’m not mad.” I laugh. “Honestly, because of how tall I am people usually only see that. Especially since I’m not that endowed. I can’t tell you how many clients have called me young man before.”

“Idiots,” Stoilk grumbles under his breath.

I arch a brow. “Excuse me?”

“It’s obvious you’re all woman,” he snaps and takes his glasses off. “If they can’t they’re fucking stupid.”

My cheeks feel hot to the touch. “You think so?”

Stoilk shakes his head. “I’ve said to much. Why don’t you just leave?”

“No. I wanna hear more about this,” I smirk down at him. “Very rare I get complimented like that. Especially by someone who I thought hated me.”

“I don’t hate you,” he scoffs. “You frustrate me! There’s a difference.”

I’m trying to keep from smiling. “Oh? How do I frustrate you?”

Stoilk snarls and he walks away while I follow after him. He ducks into a corner and sits down on one of the benches against the wall between shelves. I sit beside him and suddenly feel intimate and private here. 

“I have a thing for tall women,” Stoilk snarls after much silence. “Long legs just-” he cuts himself off and frowns.

I giggle and stretch my legs out. “You mean these hold sticks?” I look at him. “Wanna touch them?”

“No.” He turns his head away. “Yes but-”

I lean in close to him. “It’s ok. We’re alone.” I take his hand and place it on my thigh. Something about the atmosphere we’re in has shifted from eerie to sensual. His hand is stronger than I thought and squeezes my thigh. I lean in closer and he grabs the back of my head roughly as we fall into a kiss. His long tongue swirls inside my mouth before his lips trail down my neck and shoulder. 

He then kneels down between my legs, pulling away my pants. He rubs my legs up, going from ankle, to calf, to thigh. He kisses and massages me, making my legs feel like pudding. His strong fingers then knead into my hips and he pushes aside my panties. A wicked smirk appears on his lips.

“Hey now,” I pant and put my hand atop his head. “What do you think you’re doing down there?” I push my foot against his shoulder.

“You’re the one who is dripping wet.” He rubs my slit with his finger and there is an audible squish sound.

I whimper and bite my lip. “You gotta ask first.”

He kisses my thigh and licks. “I was planning on it.” He stands up and leans over top of me. He stands on tiptoe to reach me and plant a long kiss on my lips. I can feel his bulge rubbing to me and I grow a little more excited.

“What do you want?” He whispers.

I smirk. “Wrong question.”

He scoffs and kisses me again. “Please?” He purrs.

I reach down, unzipping his pants and pushing them down with my toes. His cock slaps against my thigh and I nod. “Much better.”

Stepping back Stoilk places my legs over his shoulders. His cock rubs against my slit and I’m surprised by the size of him. It feels thicker than I imagined. I sigh, shuddering as he starts to push inside. Oh fuck, he’s really thick. Dictionary thick. I grunt and sigh, leaning back against the wall.

Stoilk chews his bottom lip, kissing my legs as he pushes deeper inside me. I feel breathless and overstuffed. How did he hide such a thing?

“Slow, slow.” I tap his hip. “You’re only break something.”

He pulls out and shoves back inside hard. I cry out and grip to the edges of the bench. Stoilk moves again, rolling his hips to grind inside me. He snarls and pants, moving a little faster. He pulls all the way out and pushes back inside. The shelves starts to shakes and the books begin to rattle. I gasp and moan as my eyes roll back. My legs stiffen and my toes curl. 

I cry out, nearly shouting and my voice echoes through the library. Stoilk chuckles and moves harder, faster. His low rumbling voice fills the library and soon his voice chokes off. I squeak and gasp, my toes curl again as I feel his heat mingle with mine. I go limp on the bench, my neck aching from the odd angle but I’m too blissed out to care.

Stoilk pulls me down onto the scratchy carpet and cradles my head on his arm. We lay together, sticky and a little cold there for a while. I giggle after a bit and sit up to comb my hair from my face.

“Well,” I sigh. “That was unexpected.”

Stoilk sits up. “Yeah,” he laughs. “Sorry. I let myself get carried away.”

I kiss him and smile. “Don’t apologize.” I smooth his mussed up hair back. “I had fun.” I kiss him again and push him back down on the ground. “Get carried away again.”

His eyes are wide and bright. “Oh.”

The next day I’m a little tired and sore. I walk into the library and smirk when I glance down the aisle Stoilk and I had gone down last night. I walk up to the front desk where Stoilk is and he gives me a frown.

“Good morning, Giant.”

I walk behind the desk and kiss his cheek. “It wasn, wasn’t it? Thank you for cooking.”

He sighs. “Least I could do.” He grabs me and pulls me down, kissing me. “I still don’t get this computer,” he then scoffs. “I hope you’re willing to work late again.”

“Oh well,” I smile. “Guess I’ve got no choice.”