Smirking to himself, pleased by Sebastian’s wantonness and the way he seemed to combust at the slightest touch, he glanced back at the suspicious man at the bar.
He was looking right at them, disgust written clear across his features, though at being caught looking he quickly turned his gaze away.
He could just be homophobic, Viggo knew, or disapproving of seeing a man in an expensive suit kissing a twink ten years his junior, but Viggo got the feeling that wasn’t it.
“What are you looking at?” Sebastian asked, following his gaze.
“Nothing. Just a guy.” Viggo reached for Sebastian’s hand under the table, holding it and making Sebastian bite back a grin. “So, what’s up with you? How has your day been?”
Viggo listened as Sebastian walked him through his day. He’d gone to the store and then helped his mother in the garden, which was apparently quite elaborate, which explained the earthy scent.
“Then I spent some time looking over lesson plans for next year and looking over the files for my new students,” Sebastian continued, getting more comfortable the more they talked. Viggo was smitten. “I like to memorize their names before school starts, and it helps knowing a little bit about them to make a connection. You know?”
“I’m sure they appreciate that,” Viggo said. He’d never thought about all the prep-work that went into teaching, and he found Sebastian’s earnestness adorable. It made him want to pull him close and hug him until he couldn’t breathe.
“They really don’t notice,” Sebastian said, not seeming to mind. He lifted his margarita, tipping it back and emptying the last sip into his mouth. “It’s only when you don’t know their names that they notice, but I try not to let that happen.”
“You’re cute,” Viggo commented, reaching out and tweaking Sebastian’s ear. “If you’d been my teacher, I would have had such a crush on you.”
“I doubt it,” Sebastian laughed.
“High school me would have ruined you,” Viggo mused, remembering back to his schoolboy days. He’d been a perfectly well-behaved child, sweet and by all accounts very intelligent, but once he turned into a teenager and his wolf woke up, he’d been a walking disaster of hormones and instincts going haywire.
“What?” Sebastian looked confused, a slight furrow forming on his brow.
“I’d probably have straight-up kidnapped you.” Viggo chuckled. “I had no control back then, and you really don’t seem to understand how good you smell.”
“That’s not terrifying.” Sebastian swallowed, actually looking a little nervous.
Viggo reached out and tousled his hair. “I’m just kidding. Bjorn would have kept me from doing anything stupid.”
“You were together in high school?” Sebastian no longer looked nervous.
Viggo nodded. “Yeah, we were best friends, and as we grew older, we just got closer. We never wanted anyone else.” Viggo lifted his glass and stared at Sebastian over the rim as he drank, his cock giving an interested throb. “Well, until you, that is.”
Sebastian blushed and said nothing.
Splitting his attention between Sebastian and the man at the bar, Viggo almost didn’t notice Bjorn’s entrance. If it hadn’t been for the way Sebastian’s jaw suddenly dropped to the floor, his breath catching in his throat, it might have taken him several more seconds to see him.
He turned his head to see what had Sebastian looking like a slack-jawed fish.
It was Bjorn. Dressed in full forest ranger regalia, he walked into the bar and removed his hat, scanning the room for Viggo and Sebastian. With his knee-high boots, form-fitting uniform and narrowed eyes searching over the room, he looked exceptionally stern and authoritative. As he caught sight of them, his expression sharpened into a grin and he made his way over.
Sebastian seemed to appreciate the sight of Bjorn all dressed up in uniform. The boy wasdrooling.
Viggo grinned, nudging Sebastian’s shoulder as Bjorn approached.
“He looks good, doesn’t he?”
Sebastian, who seemed to have been holding his breath, took a deep breath and looked away, his face redder than a fire truck.
“He always looks good,” he mumbled, staring down at his empty glass, wiping off the salt remaining on the rim and touching it to his lips.
“That’s nice of you to say.” Bjorn dropped down in the empty seat, stretching his boots out under the table and bracketing Sebastian’s feet. “You’re looking pretty cute, yourself.”
Sebastian bit his lip, looking like he was going to implode with embarrassment. Viggo decided to add to it.
“He’s a fan of the uniform.” Sebastian shot him a betrayed look, and Viggo grinned. “I think it’s the boots.”
