“I don’t know,” Viggo confessed. “Something about him is off.”
Bjorn reached for his phone, not saying anything, and walked up to the bar. He ordered another drink, and Viggo could see him subtly snap a picture of the man while he waited for the beer to be poured.
“He seems normal to me,” Bjorn said, coming back to the table and sitting down. “But I got a picture of his face, just in case.”
“It’s probably nothing.”
Viggo wondered if he was being paranoid and overcompensating for the fact that he’d missed what had happened to Bjorn.
Sipping their beers in silence, Viggo and Bjorn waited for Sebastian to come back inside. When he finally did, there was a dejected slump to his shoulders.
“Hi, guys, I think I should head home. My mom is freaking out.”
“That’s all right.” Viggo rose, pulling Sebastian into a quick hug. Sebastian let out a startled oomph, but then he nuzzled into Viggo’s chest, wrapping his arms around Viggo’s waist and squeezing him back. When he stepped away, it was reluctant. Viggo gripped his shoulder. “Thanks for coming out with us. We’ll see you tomorrow, right?”
Sebastian nodded. “But you don’t have to pick me up. I can meet you there.”
Bjorn rose up and pulled him in for a hug of his own, rubbing his back. “Don’t worry about that. We like picking you up.”
“If you’re sure.” Sebastian stepped back, fingers trailing over the top of Bjorn’s belt as he pulled away, lingering on his buckle. Bjorn held his breath, the fat line of his cock becoming obvious as it swelled to meet Sebastian’s tentative touch.
“We’re sure.” Bjorn’s voice was low and rough. Sebastian kept his hand in place, fingers rubbing over the metal of Bjorn’s belt buckle.
“Tomorrow, after our date, if you both want and if you have time, I could… stay over, maybe?”
Sebastian’s face was red, but he looked up to glance at Bjorn and Viggo in turn, his meaning very obvious.
Viggo’s cock hardened, making a line in his suit even more obvious than the one in Bjorn’s tight uniform.
“We’d love that.” Licking his lips, he stepped a little closer, crowding into Sebastian’s personal space. “We could show you our apartment here in the city.”
“You have an apartment?” Sebastian sounded surprised. He lifted his hand off Bjorn’s belt, jerking away like he just realized that he’d been caressing it.
Viggo nodded. “We usually split our time between it and the house. It’s probably more convenient for you, right?”
“Right.” Sebastian took a step back, his eyes widening when he glanced down at the front of their pants and saw the shape of their bulges. He swallowed and took a deep breath. “So we have a plan. We’ll go out, and then you can show me your apartment, after. That’s… good. I’ll see you tomorrow.”
He turned and walked away, moving through the crowd like a speedster, glancing over his shoulder when he reached the door and blushing when he realized that Viggo and Bjorn were still watching him.
Viggo grinned and waved, and Sebastian ducked out.
“Do you think his mom is going to be a problem?” Bjorn asked when he was out the door, sitting back down.
Viggo joined him, leaning back in his chair and reaching for his beer. “I don’t know. Maybe we should ask her to dinner – show her we aren’t as bad as she thinks we are.”
“I guess we could do that,” Bjorn said, grimacing into his beer. “If we have to.”
21
SEBASTIAN
“Sebastian, you need to stop and think. These men are married and twice your age. There is no reason for you to be spending time with them if you don’t have to.”
Sebastian’s mother stood behind him as he fixed his hair for his date, ranting and trying to convince him not to go, furious that she couldn’t extract a promise that he would be home early.
“Sebastian, I am talking to you!”
“They’re not twice my age,” Sebastian answered, tired of arguing with her. “They’re nine years older than I am.”
