“Really?” He perked up, setting his down so he could take Wash’s. He took a bite and practically melted at the delicious combination of steak and cheese with grilled onions. He glanced at his sandwich, then at Wash’s, now unsure who had chosen better. It might have been Wash.
“I feel like I should have you order for me from now on,” he said, handing the sandwich back to Wash. “Mine is good, but not as good as yours.”
Wash frowned, glancing at Peri’s sandwich. “Did you want me to get you another? You don’t have to eat it if you don’t like it.”
Waving his hands, he said, “No, no. Mine is good. I really like it. Want to try?”
When Wash wrinkled his nose, Peri cocked his head curiously.
“I’m not a big fan of tuna. Or fish, for that matter.”
Well that was interesting. And a good thing to know for future lunch dates. Because they were totally doing this again.
After lunch was finished, they headed back together, with Wash keeping his wings spread just enough to protect Peri from any unwanted touches. Peri loved hugs, holding hands, or friendly touches from the people in his life, but his wings were a different story entirely. Other people touching them or brushing against them made him feel… icky.
He noticed after a few blocks that while Wash kept him close with a hand on his wrist, keeping him within the safety of Wash’s wingspan, he didn’t brush up against Peri’s wings or touch them. He was careful, even when they had to stop at a crosswalk and people crowded too close for comfort. When that happened, Wash got annoyed and teleported them to safety instead of risking accidental touches, making Peri laugh as his stomach flipped. It was a lot like going down a big hill on a roller coaster, and Peri loved those, as long as they were made with wings in mind. The bigger ones usually were. The smaller ones, not so much.
Still bubbling with joy from the teleport, he flitted a little at Wash’s side as they headed into the research building. His cousin always teased him that his feet didn’t touch the floor when he was happy. He couldn’t help it, though. Spending time with Wash was fun.
“I, uh… I need to get back to work,” Wash said awkwardly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’ll see you later.”
“Okay!” Peri beamed. “I’ll stop by your office after the work day is done.” Because there wasn’t a chance Peri was going to forget his promise. He was going to make sure Wash learned how to relax, even if he had to stay late at work to do it.
It didn’t surprisehim that Wash was still working when Peri showed up to retrieve him. The demon wasn’t going to change his ways just because Peri told him to. He waited for Wash’s distracted call to enter and snuck into the office, taking in Wash’s serious expression as he wrote notes in a notebook while also typing with his other hand on his computer. He was a master multitasker, Peri would give him that.
“Wash!” Peri singsonged when the demon didn't look up. “Time to be done working for the day!”
Wash’s brows furrowed, but he didn't look away from what he was doing, muttering something about inconsistencies causing interference. Peri would feel bad for interrupting but whenever he asked about Wash around the office, the staff all said the same thing. He was going to work himself to death if he didn’t slow down.
Since talking wasn’t working, Peri decided on another tactic, coming around the desk and physically pulling Wash’s chair away. Wash finally looked up at him, startled and a little outraged, so to soften the blow, Peri climbed into his lap, sticking his lip out in a pout.
“You said you’d come over and hang out with me.”
The move seemed to stun Wash enough to take the wind out of his sails, his anger dying a quick death. His hands came up automatically to rest on Peri’s hips, his focus finally off his work and on Peri instead.
“Is this how you planned to convince me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
Peri pursed his lips thoughtfully. He actually hadn’t thought of using sex as an incentive, but after what happened that morning…
“Would it work?” he asked hopefully.
Wash huffed and shook his head. “You’re not using sex to get me to leave work. If you want sex, all you have to do is ask. You don’t need excuses to get my attention.”
Heat flooded Peri’s veins, and he dropped his gaze to Wash’s mouth automatically. He remembered every drugging kiss from that morning, as well as the surprise blowjob that had completely rocked his world, to the point where it felt like Wash was sucking his soul out through his cock. Was it really okay for him to ask to do that again?
Wash’s hand came up, cupping Peri’s neck and drawing him closer. Peri sighed happily when those soft lips pressed against his. Wash took control of the kiss, nipping Peri’s lips if he tried to pull away. Not that he actually wanted to, but he felt a little dizzy after such a drugging kiss. Wash pulled him back and kissed him again, and Peri gave in, surrendering to whatever Wash wanted to give him.
When he finally pulled away, they were both breathing heavily, and Peri was hard as diamonds, just like he had been that morning. Before he could beg Wash to take care of the problem, Wash tapped his hip, urging him to stand up.
“Come on. Do you fly to your place or drive?”
It took a few seconds for Peri to pull himself together enough for Wash’s words to filter through his head. For a moment, he was disappointed, but then he realized they’d be at his apartment. Alone. Where a bed was readily available. His gaze flew to Wash’s, and when Wash raised an eyebrow significantly, Peri’s hopes doubled.
“Oh… Um… I normally take the train. I thought owning a car in the city would be too expensive.”
Wash nodded in agreement, but the look on his face said he wasn’t interested in taking the train like Peri had that morning. Instead he asked, “What’s in the area?”
Ticking them off on his fingers, Peri recited, “A couple restaurants, a bank, a library–”