“If that’s something you’re into, I’m sure Bjorn would love to indulge you.”
“Oh, definitely,” Bjorn said, appearing next to them and making Sebastian jump. He was carrying a pint in one hand and a slim glass of cola in the other. “Here you go.” He handed Sebastian the cola and sat down. “I was kind of kidding, but now that I think about it, putting you on your knees and watching you worship my boots sounds like a lot of fun. Would you let me spank you with one of those little horse whips while you were down there?”
The question was asked earnestly and with sincerity, and Sebastian didn’t seem to have a clue how to go about answering it.
“You mean a crop?” Sebastian’s voice cracked.
“Is that the one with the little flap of leather at the end?” Bjorn asked and Sebastian nodded. “Then yes. That’s the one I mean.”
Viggo had no idea where this was coming from, but he was excited to see where it was going. Bjorn had actively rejected making spankings or bondage of any kind part of their sex life when he was the one submitting, so it was interesting to see that he went there right away with Sebastian.
It almost seemed a little hypocritical, but Viggo wasn’t going to complain. Bjorn was allowed to like what he liked, and he didn’t owe it to him to let himself be tied up or spanked if he didn’t want to be.
“I… maybe?” Sebastian took a hasty sip of his Coke and looked away. Viggo caught Bjorn’s eye and a wordless agreement passed between them. It was time to back off. They’d gotten Sebastian all riled up, and now the best thing was to leave him wanting.
“Something to think about another time,” Viggo said, changing the topic. “Bjorn, how did it go at the dealership this morning?”
Bjorn sat up a little straighter, looking pleased. “I got the F-150 Limited.”
“Is that the truck you were talking about last year?” Viggo asked, and Bjorn nodded.
“Yeah. It’s a towing beast.”
They talked about Bjorn’s new truck for a while, Bjorn listing off all the specs like an excited kid with a new toy, after which they got another round of drinks, the conversation drifting from one random topic to another. After his first margarita, Sebastian stuck to non-alcoholic drinks for the rest of the evening, while Viggo and Bjorn remained unaffected by the alcohol in theirs.
Viggo would have liked to see Sebastian get a little drunk. It wasn’t because he wanted to take advantage, but because he wanted to see what the boy was like when his inhibitions were lowered. What he’d say.
“What’s going to happen with the guy who attacked you?” Sebastian asked suddenly in the middle of a discussion on which movies and TV shows Bjorn had to catch up on. Viggo looked around, the bar now quite crowded, making sure no one had heard the question.
“He’s dead,” Bjorn said after an awkward beat.
Sebastian grimaced. “I know that. You told me by the lake. I mean, what’s going to happen with that whole… situation?”
Viggo and Bjorn shared an awkward look.
“No one has come looking for him, so chances are he was working alone,” Bjorn finally said. “He probably didn’t even know how moonrock would affect us.”
“He didn’t have a criminal record, and we can’t investigate what his motives might have been without bringing attention to ourselves,” Viggo added. “It’s been half a year. If something was going to come of it, it would have happened already.”
“Oh,” Sebastian muttered, not looking particularly convinced.
Talking about their attacker made Viggo glance over at the bar, the suspicious man still sitting there nursing a scotch. He had been keeping an eye on him the whole evening, but he still hadn’t done anything that would explain Viggo’s gut feeling.
Bjorn followed his gaze, looking over at the man before lifting his eyebrow. Viggo shrugged, not sure how to explain.
“So you’re just dropping it?” Sebastian asked.
“We are,” Viggo said. He ignored the brief look that Bjorn sent him, his husband’s position very obvious.
Viggo was determined, however. They were not bringing the police into the situation. The risks were too great.
Sebastian’s phone rang, interrupting the tense moment. He pulled it out of his pocket and stared guiltily at the caller ID.
“It’s my mom,” he said, standing up. “I’m just going to go outside for a second. It’s too loud in here.”
Viggo watched him make his way through the crowd and walk out the door.
“What’s with the staring?” Bjorn asked as soon as Sebastian was out of earshot. He lifted his beer and drank, nodding subtly at the man at the bar.
