“We’re doing what?”
Chad opened the door to the shower and looked at Peter, sure he must have misheard.
“We’re having lunch with my parents,” Peter said again, all casual like he hadn’t just dropped a bombshell on Chad’s head. He handed Chad a towel. “They want to meet you and discuss the wedding.”
Ever since Peter had bitten him Chad had been waiting to meet his parents, and now that it was finally happening Peter was acting like it was nothing?
No way.
“Today?” Chad squeaked, stepping out of the shower.
Peter nodded. Chad started drying himself off in a hurry, noticing with horror that Peter was wearing one of his nicer three-piece suits. Chad didn’t have anything that came anywhere close to being that fancy.
“Are you wearing that?” he asked, horror making his voice loud. Peter blinked down at himself, confused.
“Is there something wrong with it?” he asked, holding his arms out and examining the fabric.
Chad almost let out a hysterical laugh, but he managed to hold it in.
“What am I going to wear?” he asked. Peter, the asshole, just shrugged.
“Wear whatever you want.”
Chad was going to kill him.
“We’re not having lunch with your parents with you dressed nicer than me,” he said, putting as much finality in his voice as he could. Peter frowned.
“This is just a suit. Why don’t you wear the gray pants you wore last week when we went to the movies. They’re nice.”
“Those are date pants,” Chad said, throwing his towel to the floor and heading into the walk in closet. There was no way he was wearing something he’d bought specifically because they made his ass look good to meet Peter’s parents. He looked over his meager selection of clothes, despairing at the lack of choice. Why did he have to hate shopping?
He’d have to wear his suit he realized—even though it was shabby compared to the one Peter was wearing. Taking the suit off the hanger, grabbing a white dress shirt, underwear and socks too, Chad got dressed in a hurry and looked himself over in the mirror.
Not too bad, he thought to himself. The suit wasn’t that nice, but it fit him well enough and it was both clean and unwrinkled.
“You’re wearing that?” Peter asked, coming into the walk in closet and looking at him with a frown. “Why not the gray pants? They look much better on you.”
Chad turned to him and rolled his eyes. “If you’re wearing a suit, then I’m wearing a suit. I don’t want your parents to think I’m not making an effort.”
“Fine. But if you’re going to start wearing suits you have to let me take you to my tailor. This one is barely acceptable.”
Peter walked over to the drawer on the other side of the room, opening the top drawer and taking out a blue tie. He came back over to Chad and stood behind him, looping the tie around his neck and tying it.
Chad’s insides tingled at the feeling of Peter’s big hands fastening the knot up under his Adam’s apple.
“There we go,” Peter said, patting Chad’s chest before stepping away. “What do you think?”
Chad looked at himself in the mirror and smiled. There was no denying that he looked good.
“Looks good,” he said, smoothing down the tie and admiring the knot. If he’d tied it himself he never would have managed to make it look that neat. He turned to Peter. “So when are we leaving?”
Peter checked his watch. “In about three hours.”
Chad huffed, annoyed. “So why did you let me get dressed?”
“I told you we were havinglunchwith my parents. Did you think we’d be having lunch before ten a.m.?”
“I don’t know,” Chad said, realizing that Peter had a point but not willing to concede it. “What do I know about how rich people eat lunch?”
Peter laughed. “I know what we can do to pass the time,” he said, walking right back up behind Chad and pressing the length of his body against Chad’s back. Chad could feel the hardness of his erection poking him in the back, hard and hot and wanting.
“Yeah?” he asked, lifting up on his toes so that Peter’s bulge slid over his ass. The sound of Peter’s breath hitching was like magic to his ears.
“Yeah,” Peter confirmed. He slid his hands up Chad’s chest, catching his tie and holding it like a lash. This time it was Chad’s breath that hitched. Peter grinned into his neck, his rough stubble rubbing Chad’s freshly shaven skin raw. He growled into Chad’s ear, “I know exactly what you need.”
Chad didn’t doubt it for a second.
The End
