Peter paired the pants with a heavy pair of motorcycle boots, an unassuming belt, and a clingy black cashmere sweater that felt like he was being hugged by a teddy bear.
Neither the sweater nor the pants were something he’d wear if he wasn’t trying to get laid or doing a scene.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Peter admired the outfit even as he wondered if it was too much. He decided it wasn’t.
Heading out, Peter selected one of his nicer wool coats before taking the elevator down to his car. He decided against wearing a leather jacket with the pants, figuring he was already pushing things. If Chad wasn’t open to moving beyond slightly rough and controlling sex and getting kinky, showing up looking like he’dcome to take him away to his sex dungeon probably wasn’t the best idea.
Cock pressing against the front of his pants so hard it almost hurt, Peter started the car and drove out of the garage.
He was going to make Chad pay for getting him worked up like this, and the young alpha was going to love every second of it.
***
Peter made his way into Chad’s apartment building, shaking his head at the lax security. The front door was held open by an old office chair, and though there was a moving truck parked on the curb, there were no people in sight to prevent any old criminal from waltzing inside.
The entry leading to the stairs was old and worn, and Peter couldn’t help the disdainful twitch of his nose as he took in the dilapidated mailboxes hanging on the wall. He located the box belonging to Chad, the blocky handwritten letters obviously written by the young alpha making him smile.
Moving through the entryway, Peter started climbing the stairs. He wondered how he would handle it if he had to live in a place like this. Not well, he guessed. Peter liked his home to be quiet and locked up tighter than a bank. It was different when he was out in the field; he expected to be on high alert to the point of hyper vigilance there, but at home he liked being able to relax and let down his guard.
Arriving on the third floor, Peter opened the door leading out of the stairway. The door creaked, and Peter cringed at the sound.
Why had nobody thought to oil the hinges?
Shaking his head at the general decay of the building, Peter found Chad’s apartment. Looking at the lopsided numbers on the door listing out 304, he wondered if the young alpha had money troubles. His salary should be more than enough to pay for a better apartment, and that he’d settled for what was clearly a small studio a good twenty-minute drive from the training facility was strange and suspicious.
The door separating Chad’s apartment from the hallway was obviously thin, and Peter knew without a doubt that a good blowwith his fist would have the whole thing falling off its hinges. How Chad could feel safe behind a door like that was beyond Peter.
Rapping his knuckles on the flimsy wood, he stood back and waited for Chad to open the door. He squared his shoulders and puffed up his chest, his cock pressing against the front of his pants at the thought of seeing the young alpha again.
“Shit, he’s early!”
Peter could hear Chad’s voice through the door, loud and panicked and obviously caught unawares. He wondered who he was talking to. A second later the door crashed open.
“Peter! Hi!” Chad stood in the doorway, wide-eyed and wearing a suit that Peter would rather burn than let anywhere near his closet. His tie hung loose around his neck, wrinkled and limp like Chad had tried and failed to tie it multiple times.
The whole effect was adorably charming.
“I was just getting ready,” Chad said, slightly breathless but not unhappy. Peter tilted his head, projecting calm, and looked past Chad toward the alpha standing behind him. Chad saw where he was looking and startled like he’d just remembered the other alpha’s presence.
“Oh, sorry! This is my friend Topher. He was trying to help me figure out how to tie my tie,” Chad gave his friend a look like he hadn’t been at all successful in that endeavor. “But it’s not looking good. Topher, this is Peter Tank. He’s the guy I’ve been telling you about.”
Peter watched the other alpha with narrowed eyes, the young man staring back like Peter was a wild tiger that had suddenly been let loose inside the room.
“It’s nice to meet you,” Peter said, baring his teeth in a smile. He didn’t want to be rude to Chad’s friend, but right now he was in no mood to share the young alpha.
“Maybe you could help me?” Chad asked, holding up the ends of his raggedy tie. “I usually just keep the knot tied and ready, but I accidentally undid it.”
Peter was about to tell Chad that he didn’t need a tie, but then it occurred to him that tying the silk and polyester blend around Chad’s throat, firmly tightening the knot under his Adam’s apple, might be worth having to look at the ugly thing all through dinner.
His balls tightened at the thought of what other things he might put around Chad’s neck—like a collar.
“Sure.” Peter grinned and took a step forward, crowding into Chad’s personal space. He lifted his hands to Chad’s throat, pressing the flat of his fingers to Chad’s neck as he picked up the ends of his tie. Chad breathed in sharply at the touch, craning his neck to look up at Peter’s face. He looked open and vulnerable, and Peter could think of so many things he wanted to do to him to replicate that look.
Fastening the knot tight, holding it in place and pulling the end of the tie down until it verged on discomfort, Peter looked at Topher.
The young alpha clearly got the message. Chad belonged tohim.
Letting his palm slide down Chad’s chest, Peter clapped his pec before stepping back. Chad’s breathing was labored, and he looked like he’d completely forgotten about Topher standing behind him.
