Bjorn couldn’t hold back his dopey grin, his chest feeling like it was filled with butterflies. Viggo hadn’t said anything he didn’t already know, but hearing it out loud was still nice.
Closing his eyes, drifting off to sleep and feeling like everything was right with the world, Bjorn felt like the luckiest alpha in the world.
EPILOGUE
“If you laugh, I’m going to kill you.”
Viggo managed to bite back everything but a giggle. He stared at Bjorn, all six-foot-nine of him dressed up in a startlingly accurate Batman costume, cowl and bat-ears and all, holding a birthday cake.
“I’m not laughing,” Viggo said, putting his hand over his mouth. “Are you wearing eyeliner?”
Bjorn growled. “It looked weird without it!”
This time Viggo couldn’t hold back a laugh. He circled his husband, admiring the way the costume pulled tight over his butt, reaching up and flicking the rubber nipple on the chest piece.
Jaw clenched, radiating menace, Bjorn really did have the look of the caped crusader down perfectly.
The platter was too small for the cake, Viggo noticed, and Bjorn had gotten frosting on his gloves.
“I’m assuming the codpiece comes off?” Viggo said, pressing in and cupping his hand between Bjorn’s legs. The codpiece bulged, clearly stuffed to the brim, and Viggo amused himself by giving it a light tap.
“Yeah,” Bjorn said, taking a deep breath. He stood still, allowing Viggo to touch him. “I paid them extra to modify it. They wanted to take pictures for their catalog.”
“Of the codpiece?”
“No, you dick. Of me in the costume.”
“And what did you tell them?” Viggo trailed his fingers up, leather and Kevlar under his fingertips.
“To fuck off.”
Viggo laughed again. “Well, you’re nice to indulge him. I don’t think I could stay in character if he asked me to dress up like this.”
The fact that the Batman roleplay had been a request for either one of them to fulfill went unspoken.
Bjorn’s grin was as unexpected as it was menacing. “You’re going to have to. The fantasy is for Batman to rescue him. Who do you think is playing the villain in this?”
Viggo blinked, shaking his head. “No.”
Bjorn’s grin widened. “Yes. Your costume is on the bed in the guestroom.”
Viggo glared down the hall. He couldn’t believe Bjorn had set him up. Turning, he marched down the hall, knowing that he needed to hurry so that they could give Sebastian his cake.
Apparently, Sebastian’s family had a tradition of getting cake in bed when you woke up, and Viggo and Bjorn both wanted to continue the tradition.
“There’s a short script, but you can improvise!” Bjorn called after him, and Viggo cursed.
As promised, the costume Bjorn had picked out for him was on the bed. It was in a bag, too small to be anything as involved as Bjorn’s getup, with a tag that readCatman.
Viggo stared at the tag and let out a laugh.
He was going to get Bjorn back for this, one way or another.
The costume wasn’t as bad as he’d feared. It consisted of a black spandex suit and a pair of boots. Since there were no gloves, Viggo allowed his claws to lengthen, giving the getup a much more realistic edge.
He looked at himself in the mirror and sighed. In truth, the costume was more comfortable than the police uniform Bjorn had scrounged up for him the last time they roleplayed and definitely more comfortable than the fireman outfit.
It was just so…silly.
