“Not at all.”Peter held his hands up.
The moment the words were out of his mouth, he could feel the wrongness of them.He didn’t actually want Theo to be with other people.But he has to decide that.I cannot force him to.I’ll never force him.The bother.
“Well, good.”Theo straightened.The Theo who’d gone panicky in Peter’s kitchen seemed to be taking a break.This wasn’t him.This was…Puck.“Because I’m working tonight.What do you like?”
Theo—Puck—walked toward Peter, placing both hands on Peter’s chest and gently running them up and down, not really moving below Peter’s navel.
Peter narrowed his eyes.Perhaps this will be good.Perhaps he can enjoy this too; setting the tone, the rhythm.
“I want to be your fantasy.The faceless man you imagined taking up here.The one-time client who breaks you in.The random rich guy who leaves here satisfied and never thinks about your pretty face ever again.”And because he really had to, Peter raised his hand and ran the pad of his thumb over Puck’s cheek.“How do you want to be broken in, Puck?”
This was a gamble.Puck might not ever have thought like that, dreamed like that at all.
The slight change in Puck let Peter know he’d been right though.Puck’s eyes darkened, and there was a minute shift in weight that had him leaning into Peter’s hand.
“Are you okay to top me?”
Peter nodded.“Certainly.”
“Then…I think you’ll want to stretch me open.”
Peter smiled.“You read my mind.”
10
Theo
TheowatchedPeter,wonderingwhat the vampire would do next.
He’s hot.In that cold, detached way.Aloof.Yeah, that’s the word.Peter cupped his cheek.He saved me.I shouldn’t think of him as my savior.I know better.He’s a client, and clients don’t do that.They don’t come in here to find true love.It’s not like I started the cam job to find true love either.He’s just hot, and I’m a little bit horny, so this can’t hurt.
Peter lowered his hand, and the spot on Theo’s cheek felt cold.
“Take off your clothes, Puck.”
Peter’s voice was softly commanding.Theo shivered.He obeyed, stripping slowly, not like he’d done last night.This he had learned to do under Celeste’s tutelage, slowing down, using his hand like a magician to direct a client’s gaze.
This is easy.Look at him stare, look at him doing what I want.This is like it used to be with the camera.No, he’s here.He’s not like those guys in the chats.
Theo held Peter’s gaze as one button after another came undone.He stopped halfway, slid his hand under his shirt to pinch his nipple, then bit his lip to let Peter imagine what that would feel like.Peter sucked in a breath and… Instant gratification, so much so that Theo continued touching himself.He moaned, trying to make it sound like he wanted to keep quiet but couldn’t.He watched Peter struggle for composure while he sat there at the foot of the bed, enjoying the show.
Can I get him to move?Can I get him to touch me?
Theo let the shirt slide off one shoulder.He cupped his own cock through his pants and let his head sag back, his other hand in his hair, turning just enough that Peter could see most of him.
Then he moaned.“Ah, yes.”He glanced at Peter.Don’t I look helpless?Help me, come on.
Peter’s nostrils flared, and he moved, approaching slowly and keeping eye contact.
“Puck, I think you need help undressing.Tell me how your fantasy goes.”He finished unbuttoning Theo’s shirt and tossed it to the ground.“Tell me exactly how it goes.”
Theo tried to keep the annoyance out of his voice.“This isn’t like your damn contract.”
“No, it’s not.”Peter’s eyes fell to the nipple Theo had been working a moment ago.“But you see, you may not like my ideas at all.”
Peter’s head drifted forward, and the distance between them vanished.His mouth was on Theo’s neck, tongue licking over the pulse point, just where he’d bitten the night before.Theo froze.
Peter stopped and pulled back.“No.Relax.I won’t do that tonight.”
