“You want food?” he asked. Chad nodded and kept grinning, and Peter couldn’t believe that he would tease him like this. Looking down at the bulge in his pants, his cock aching and hard, Peter sighed. “Fine. I’ll call down and order.”
“Thanks!” Chad leaned in and pressed their lips together, pulling away before Peter had a chance to deepen the kiss.
“You should call your mother,” Peter said, suddenly remembering that he hadn’t called her back. He’d been very rude to her, hanging up on her like that. “Let her know that you’re okay.”
“She doesn’t have any reason to think I wouldn’t be, would she?” Chad suddenly looked anxious.
“I was probably a little weird when I called her earlier today,” Peter admitted. “You should give her a call so that she doesn’t worry.”
Chad groaned.
“What?” Peter asked.
“My parents already think that you’re terrible and dangerous,” Chad said, shaking his head. “This is not going to change their minds.”
Peter shrugged, leaning in and kissing him again. He didn’t particularly care what Chad’s parents thought of him. As long as Chad liked him, he was happy.
“I’m sure you can explain it in a way that makes it all seem like your fault,” he said, making Chad snort.
“Yeah, I doubt that. They’re pretty set on hating you.”
Peter grinned. “Fine. Blame everything on me. Make them hate me even more.”
“I will.” Chad kissed him again.
Peter pressed Chad up against the door, mindful of the bump on the back of his head, and licked into his mouth with firm strokes of his tongue. Chad opened his mouth and let Peter explore as he pleased, submitting beautifully.
When Peter pulled away they were both breathless. They stared at each other, looks fond and loving, until a rumble from Chad’s belly broke the spell. Peter laughed and pulled away.
“I’ll order food, you talk to your mom. I’ll meet you in the dining room.”
Chad licked his lips and nodded, making no move to walk away. Peter grabbed him by the shoulders and turned him around, pressing up against him from behind, and then gently pushed him out the door.
Chad went, shooting an amused look over his shoulder.
Peter watched him go, leaning against the door with his head tilted to the side. The fear and anger he’d felt earlier were gone, and all that were left was the warm certainty of how much he loved his mate.
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