Peter knew werewolves, and Chris or Carl was trying hard to frame what he wanted to know in a nice, roundabout, submissive way.Peter liked that.It meant Chris or Carl had heard things about Peter that required submissiveness.
He didn’t have the time or patience to figure out what the werewolf wanted though.“What exactly are you asking?”
Chris or Carl shrugged.“I guess I was just wondering whether the cute human still works here.Me and my sister have both been wondering.She’s security too.”
Peter would’ve loved nothing better than to tell both Chris or Carl and his sister that Theo had indeed quit.Except he hasn’t, and I can’t make him, no matter how much I want that.Why must it be so difficult to win a man in this day and age?No—why is it difficult to winthatman?
“I don’t make Puck’s decisions for him,” Peter said, his voice holding a calmness he wasn’t feeling.
“Good to know,” Chris or Carl said, and the door to the employee exit opened.
Another security person walked in front of Theo, clearly Celeste’s way of showing that she was still paying attention.After a much too cheery goodbye from Chris or Carl, Theo got into Peter’s car without a word, and they drove off.
At this time of night, there was little traffic, but they had to stop for lights and to let trams pass as they kept the city running and moving.
“What were you speaking?What language, I mean.Earlier.What were you saying?”Theo was staring out the windshield, not meeting Peter’s eyes.
Peter wrinkled his nose.“Norse.”
Theo turned.“That’s not really a thing.”
“It’s a thing.You heard me speak it.”
Theo glanced over.“Old Norse, maybe, but even I know that wasn’t really one unified language.You’re just lawyering out of answering the question.What were you saying?”
I suppose he’s not as tired as he looks.“I may have commented on how cute you look with my cock up your ass, Theodore,” Peter said calmly, his eyes on the road.
The scent of lovemaking still clung to both of them, but Peter was near certain he could smell fresh lust in the enclosed space of the car, could see a slight deepening of color in Theo’s cheeks.
Theo’s jaw moved up and down a few times before he said, “Right.”With that, he let the matter go.
“You study linguistics then?”Peter asked.If so, that would be convenient, I’d have reason to introduce Theo to Corvin, watch them bond.
“Film Studies.And English Lit.”
“Hmm.Film Studies?Really?”
“Thought you’d be surprised about the literature part.”
“Why?”
Theo snorted and looked out the window.
“Seriously, why?”Peter asked.
“Because what sex worker digs literature?”
Peter pulled into the parking lot of the grocery store he’d found on the internet.
“I’ve known many in my time, Theo, and all of them were vibrant individuals, often specialized.Well, not all of them were vibrant, that would be stretching the truth.”Peter shrugged and turned off the engine.“I still don’t get the Film Studies part.Now, please join me so you can do your own food shopping, because I lack the knowledge to do it for you.”
Theo took a moment, but then got out of the car.Inside the store, Peter shadowed him, staying close and paying attention to what things Theo looked at, what he put in the shopping basket.Peter handed his credit card to the cashier at the counter, and Theo eyed him.
Peter couldn’t help but enjoy the attention.“I’m contractually obligated to provide you with the necessities, Theo.”
“I haven’t signed the contract yet.Don’t you want me to sign it first?”
Peter smiled while Theo grabbed the paper bag of food.“I trust you are good for it.”
