Bruce’s eyes widened. “Congratulations. I didn’t realize the two of you were…” he trailed off, searching for words that wouldn’t offend.
“We weren’t, but then circumstances changed and now we’re giving it a try.” Looking Bruce up and down, taking in his handsome features and slightly pudgy belly, he was suddenly curious. “What about you? Have you and your wife ever explored something like that?”
Bruce blushed and shook his head. “Goodness, no. I don’t think either of us could stand the competition. We’re very happy just the way we are.” He suddenly looked panicked. “No offense.”
Viggo grinned. “None taken.” He sat down behind his desk. “Now, what do I have on my calendar for the rest of the day?”
* * *
A few hours and a successful meeting with a prospective client later, Viggo was seated behind the wheel of his car in the underground parking garage beneath his building, thumb hovering over Sebastian’s contact in his recent call list.
He gave him a call.
It rang three times before Sebastian answered, breathless. “Hello?”
Viggo grinned, the sound of Sebastian’s voice making his groin tingle. He lowered his hand between his legs, letting it rest over the bulge of his cock.
“Hello, Sebastian. How are you doing today?”
“I’m good,” Sebastian said, sounding like he was walking. “I’m at home, just hanging out. What about you?”
Viggo licked his lips. “I know we have a date tomorrow, but I was wondering if you wanted to have a drink with me tonight? I’m downtown.”
“I’d love to,” Sebastian said, making Viggo grin. “Will Bjorn be there?”
“I haven’t asked.” Viggo traced his thumb over the line of his cock-head. “He had a meeting with his supervisor today and I haven’t talked to him, but if he has time, I’m sure he’d love to join. I’ll give him a call and ask.”
He gave Sebastian the name of a bar that wouldn’t be too busy and hung up, calling Bjorn. As expected, Bjorn was immediately on board.
“Drinks with Sebastian? Yeah, that sounds great. Give me about an hour and I’ll be there. I just have one little thing to deal with and then I can be off.”
“I’ll see you there,” Viggo said, hanging up.
Thirty minutes later Viggo was at the bar, the first to arrive. The place was more crowded than he’d expected, lots of people in suits and business attire just coming off work, but not so much that he had trouble finding a place to sit. He walked inside and found a table near the window, ordering a beer and settling in to wait.
Gentle piano music drifted across the room, and Viggo was surprised to see that the music was live. He leaned back, enjoying the atmosphere and sipping his beer, keeping an eye on the door for Sebastian.
The human in question arrived fifteen minutes later, walking into the bar with a nervous but pleased expression, glancing around and lighting up when he spotted Viggo. He made his way across the floor, blushing and fighting a smile, taking the seat across from him.
“Hello, Sebastian,” Viggo said, reaching out with his foot and nudging his ankle. Sebastian blushed, glancing up through his lashes and biting his lip.
“Hi, Viggo. Thanks for inviting me.” He looked around. “This place is nice.”
“I like it,” Viggo said, draining the last of his beer. He rose to his feet, enjoying the way Sebastian’s eyes roamed up his body. “I’m headed up to the bar. What can I get you?”
“I don’t know. A draft beer, maybe?” Sebastian looked at Viggo’s empty glass. “Was yours good?”
Viggo nodded.
“I’ll try that,” Sebastian said, nodding with the decision.
“I’ll be right back.” Viggo grinned down at him, squeezing his shoulder as he passed him on the way to the bar.
As he waited for his beers to be poured, Viggo glanced back at Sebastian. The boy met his eyes for just a second before blushing and looking away, embarrassed to be caught looking. Viggo chuckled to himself and turned his gaze elsewhere.
As he collected his drinks, the door opened and a new person entered the bar. Viggo glanced over to check if it was Bjorn, eyes moving quickly away when he saw that it wasn’t. A faint whiff of gunpowder hit his nose, and Viggo looked back.
He wasn’t worried – there could be a million reasons for someone to have a gun on them – but he did spare an extra second to study him.
