Alistair and Cold were seated at the table in the office, and Crybaby was pulling out uniforms from a plastic bag. Roger was stretched out across the couch, and Duncan was hovering near the door.
Mickey almost hit him when he walked in, nodding his head in greeting. “Hey.”
Cold glanced at his watch. “Perfect.”
“How’s it going?”
“Everything is set,” Cold replied. “We just need to get you all changed into your uniforms for the evening. They’re… mm, quite fetching.”
“By fetching, he means hideous,” Crybaby drawled.
“Here.” Cold helped Crybaby pass out the new uniforms. They were baggy gray jumpsuits with ‘Easy-Air’ embroidered across the back and smelled vaguely of ozone.
They were quite hideous.
Mickey accepted his, and he immediately felt Roger staring at him intently. Seeing him made his heart flutter unexpectedly, and he had no idea what to do with that.
Apparently he was gonna bring it home and cook it dinner.
Roger smiled when their eyes met and waved excitedly.
Shit.
Mickey ignored him, trying to focus on getting ready. He stepped into his jumpsuit with all his clothes on. The jumpsuit was loose enough to hide his shoulder holster, and a quick zip would let him reach inside to grab his guns.
“Roger! Come on!” Crybaby suddenly scolded.
Mickey turned to see Roger stripping down to nothing. “The fuck?”
“What?” Roger frowned. “Do you have any idea how hot it’s gonna get in this damn thing?”
“Go to the bathroom or something if you’re gonna get naked!” Crybaby snapped. “Fuckin’ weirdo!”
“I think we all got enough of your bare ass earlier today.” Alistair smirked. “Besides, you should at least keep your underwear on… we do have to return these.”
“That’s gonna be a problem.” Roger shrugged. “Not wearing any.”
Cold had politely averted his eyes, but he was smiling.
Roger shamelessly stepped into his jumpsuit naked, and Alistair groaned in protest. Duncan was struggling with his zipper, and Crybaby begrudgingly came over to help him.
Roger kept looking over at Mickey expectantly, and Mickey decided to say something to break the tension.
Mickey reached for Roger’s arm and pulled him aside. “Hey.”
Great.
Good start.
“Yes?” Roger batted his eyes. “If you wanna spank me again, kinda awkward timing, but I could totally be into it.”
“No,” Mickey growled, “but we do need to talk.”
“Now?”
“No!” Mickey wished he had kept his mouth shut. “Later.”
“Then why did you say anything? Why didn’t you just wait until later?”
