“I could have taken the bus,” Peter said as he and Tex got in the car. He was dressed in black pants and a neat blue shirt, looking adorable.
Tex yawned and scratched his abs through his uniform shirt, starting the car.
“It’s fine,” he said, buckling his seat belt and pulling out of the garage. “It’s your first day. I want to drive you.”
It didn’t matter to Tex that he’d have to rush home and go right to work. It was worth it to see Peter off on his first day.
“Thanks,” Peter said, wide awake and excited.
Tex smiled to himself. The night before he and Carver had tried to initiate sex—wanting to see if they could get the big dildo inside of Peter’s ass next to their cocks to see if he was ready for double penetration—but Peter had shut them down and said that he needed to go to sleep early because he had work in the morning.
He’d been so cute and eager that neither Tex nor Carver had put up any kind of protest. The two of them had ended up jerking each other off in the shower while Peter went to bed.
“This is just a trial run,” Peter said, repeating what Tex had heard a hundred times already.
“You’ll be great,” Tex said. “And if anyone is mean to you, call me, and I’ll show up in full uniform and make them regret the day they were born.”
Peter laughed, but Tex wasn’t kidding. If anyone was mean to his omega, there would be hell to pay.
Well, anyone except for Carver, but since Peter seemed to like that, it was fine.
“I appreciate that,” Peter said, checking the time on his phone.
“We won’t be late,” Tex promised.
“I know, I was just checking.”
Peter put his phone back into his pocket, tapping his leg with nervous and excited energy.
He was adorable.
* * *
After dropping off Peter,Tex headed home to pick up his bike and drive to work. He went into the bedroom where Carver was changing into his suit, kissing him good morning and wishing him a good day.
“Thanks,” Carver said, grabbing him by his belt and kissing him again. “You too.”
“I’ll try,” Tex promised, leaving Carver to get dressed and heading to work.
He arrived for the morning briefing before Mike, saving him a seat in the back. When Mike showed up, just thirty seconds to spare before they started, Tex greeted him with a fist-bump and a raised eyebrow.
Mike’s uniform shirt was wrinkled and he had a terminal case of bedhead, looking miles away from his usual put-together self. He was guaranteed to get in trouble if their squad commander noticed.
“What’s up?” Tex asked, making Mike blush. Tex grinned. “Had a fun night?”
Mike’s blush deepened. “Just the usual,” he lied.
Tex would have probed further, but the morning briefing was starting and he had to be quiet. He and Mike were both assigned highway patrol.
“Lunch?” Tex asked as they streamed out of the briefing room.
“Sure,” Mike answered. He knocked into Tex with his elbow. “Peter starting his new job today?”
Tex nodded, a rueful grin on his face. “He was so excited. It was cute.”
“Good for him,” Mike said, clapping Tex on the back.
Saying goodbye, they both got on their bikes and pulled out of the precinct parking lot. Tex was in a good mood, which resulted in a higher incidence of letting people off with a warning than normal.
