Walking up to the front door, Carver could hear Tex and Peter before he even walked into the house. Peter was screaming and laughing, sounding like he was running for his life, and Tex was growling playfully like it was the full moon and he and Carver were chasing each other through the woods.
“I’m going to get you, you sneaky little fuck!” Tex roared, followed by the sound of a crash and Peter screaming like he was dying.
Only slightly worried, Carver put down the food and rushed toward the sound, coming to a crashing halt in the door to the bedroom.
Tex and Peter were both naked and dripping wet, the sound of the shower still running in the bathroom, Tex sitting on top of Peter and tickling him while he screamed, wriggled and begged for mercy.
“What’s going on here?” Carver asked. Tex looked up with a lopsided grin, but he didn’t stop his relentless tickle attack. Peter was beginning to gasp, tears running down his eyes as his mouth contorted in an unwilling grin.
Carver went into the bathroom and turned off the shower, coming out and observing Tex as he made Peter squeal.
“Did he do something particular to deserve this?” Carver asked, taking off his tie. Peter gave him a pleading look like he wanted to be saved, but Carver just grinned. If Tex was tickling him, it was probably for a good reason.
“I asked him if he was ticklish, and he said no,” Tex said, finally letting up his tickling but keeping Peter pinned.
“And so you decided to test his truthfulness?” Carver asked, taking off his suit coat and undoing the top button on his shirt. He draped his coat over the chair by the fireplace and went to stand over his mate and their new omega.
“Well, if he was telling the truth, he wouldn’t have reacted, would he?” Tex said, standing up and giving Carver a kiss.
“And if he was lying, he deserved to be tickled?” Carver asked, grinning against his lips.
“Yes,” Tex said, putting his foot on Peter’s chest and pushing him down when he tried to get up. He kept his foot in place on top of Peter’s chest, even when he showed no sign of moving again.
“That was so mean,” Peter said, staring up at them, flat on his back and offering no resistance. He was breathing hard, his face flushed and looking like he was having fun.
“And how did tickling come up in the first place?” Carver nudged Peter’s shoulder with the tip of his foot, grinning down at him. Seeing him on the floor, Tex’s big foot keeping him on the ground, was incredibly hot.
“Yeah, Peter,” Tex said, gently grinding his foot down on Peter’s chest. “Why don’t you tell Carver how the subject came up?”
Carver had an idea, but he wanted to hear it. Tex was incredibly ticklish, and if Peter had found out and tried to take advantage… well, Tex would make it very clear that tickling of any kind would be met withsevereretaliation.
“I may have maybe tickled him a little,” Peter said, confirming Carver’s suspicions. He was trying to look innocent and failing miserably. “And then I may have done it again when he trapped me against the glass door with his huge ass.”
“My what?” Tex shifted his foot up, pressing down on Peter’s throat.
“You heard me,” Peter said, bending his chin down and licking Tex’s toe.
Tex shuddered, a full-body reaction that sent little droplets of water raining to the floor. Peter grabbed his foot, and smiling like the most devious little shit, he put Tex’s big toe in his mouth andsucked.
“That is not playing fair,” Tex growled, his cock—which had been half hard before—rose up like a steel beam. He grabbed it and jerked himself off, pushing his toe further into Peter’s mouth.
Carver watched the exchange, amused. The toe sucking was doing nothing for him—other than remind him how little he liked the taste of feet—but watching his mate and his omega having fun together—getting along, smiling, and laughing… that made his chest clench with happiness.
“As much as I enjoy this,” Carver said, making both Tex and Peter look at him. “I’m hungry, and I brought food. Why don’t you two get dressed so that we can eat and finish this”—he flicked Tex’s hard cock and made it swing—“later.”
“All right,” Tex said, taking his toe out of Peter’s mouth and reaching a hand down to help him to his feet. “Let’s get dressed and set the table while this one showers.”
“Thank you,” Carver said, unbuttoning his shirt the rest of the way down. He took it off, followed by his pants, underwear and socks.
He turned to head into the bathroom but stopped when he caught Peter staring at him.
“What?” he asked, unconsciously puffing out his chest.
“You’re very pretty,” Peter said, blushing but keeping his gaze fixed forward like he was determined not to be embarrassed.
“Thank you,” Carver said, grinning. “I could say the same to you.”
“Then you should,” Tex said, heading into the bathroom and grabbing two towels. He threw one at Peter, catching him in the head, and started drying himself off.
