“You don’t think this is too dressy?” Peter asked, taking the shirt and pants from Tex and putting them on.
“I think it makes you look like you’re trying to make a good impression,” Tex said, balls tightening at the way the pants hugged Peter’s little bubble butt. “That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
Peter nodded, satisfied. “It is, thanks.” He reached up on his tiptoes for a kiss, Tex bending down to meet his lips.
“So, this is good?” Tex asked.
“This is good,” Peter confirmed. He looked down at his watch and winced. “Fuck, we’re going to be late!”
Tex laughed. “We’re fine. Let’s go say goodbye to Carver and get going.”
He turned to leave, but Peter caught him by the sleeve of his jacket and stopped him.
“Are you going to wear that?” he asked, making Tex look down at his black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket.
Tex looked up. “Yes?”
Peter furrowed his brow. “Can you put on suit pants and a real shirt so that we match?”
Tex looked at him for a moment, but there was nothing joking about Peter’s request. He sighed, smiling softly. “Sure, why not?” Tex changed into a pair of dark blue dress pants and a black shirt, keeping his leather jacket. He raised his brow at Peter. “This okay?”
Blushing, Peter nodded. “You look very good.”
Tex grinned. He gripped the back of Peter’s neck, pulling his face into the front of his shirt and holding him against his pecs for a brief minute.
“Thank you,” he said, finally releasing Peter, leaving him panting and smelling like slick. He checked his watch. “Oh no, we’re late. We need to go.”
Peter huffed out a laugh, shaking his head. “You’re the worst.”
“You love it.”
They went out to the living room, Tex’s hand on the back of Peter’s neck, finding Carver on the couch watching TV.
Tex prayed that Carver wouldn’t make some kind of stupid comment when he saw how unusually dressed up he was. The last thing he needed was Peter starting to doubt himself again.
“Hey, guys,” Carver said, standing up to greet them. He gave them both an appreciative one over. “You two look nice.”
Peter beamed and Tex relaxed.
“We’ll see you tonight?” Tex said, pulling Carver close for a kiss. He tasted like the salty chips he’d been eating and Tex suddenly craved a beer.
“I’ll be home by midnight, hopefully,” Carver said, looking at Peter. “Probably be home before you guys.”
“Have fun,” Peter said.
“It’s work, so most likely not,” Carver said. “But you guys enjoy yourselves. Maybe the three of us can go out tomorrow night?”
“I’d like that,” Peter said. Carver grinned. He pulled Peter in for a kiss, and Tex’s cock stirred at the sight of his hunky mate devouring the mouth of their little omega. The startling size difference would never get old or fail to make Tex’s balls pull tight.
When Carver pulled away, straightening and wiping Peter’s chin with his thumb, Peter was red in the face and breathing heavily.
“We need to go,” Tex said, grinning and grabbing Peter’s shoulder to get him moving. “We’ll see you later, Carver.”
* * *
“So,are you going to work this weekend?” Tex asked, hand on the wheel. Peter sat playing with his phone in the seat next to him.
“I think so,” Peter said, rubbing the purple mark of the fading bruise on his jaw. He put away his phone. “I mean, the bruises are almost gone, right?”
