The light filtering through the blinds sliced Mr. Terlizzi’s figure, making him look like a glowing racoon. It was the only window, since this was one of the private rooms in this club. Most of them had people coming in and out, but this one was always reserved for Nick for whenever he had to make business deals or had an evening companion to play with.
He nervously glanced across the room at Linus Godfrey, who was sitting quietly on the red loveseat and sipping his glass of wine. He had yet to take his gloves off and he looked terribly uncomfortable in his outfit now that he was sitting down. Nick pulled his eyes away to sip his scotch, trying not to make his hunger for the man so obvious. He wasn’t particularly ashamed to be attracted to both sexes; he was a man of simple pleasures, so it didn’t matter what tools you were given, but only how you used them. And Nick couldn’t help but wonder how Linus would be using his tools tonight…
“…place you have,” Linus finished, and Nick whipped his head to face the man when he realized he hadn’t been listening to what he was saying. Linus giggled at Nick’s surprise and waved a hand in the air. “Sorry, I seem to be speaking out of turn a lot tonight.” His adorable east-coast accent brought a smile to Nick’s face, and he shook his head.
“Not at all, darlin’. My mind just seems to be wandering a bit too far at the moment.” He allowed his eyes to travel down Linus’ figure, and he smirked when Linus noticed and immediately turned red.
“My, you’re pretty forward, mister…” The boy’s eyes flitted up to meet Nick’s again, and the boss could tell that he wanted Nick to spill what his actual name was. An uncomfortable pit settled in Mr. Terlizzi’s stomach as he hesitantly set down his drink and leaned against his desk. He knew that telling Linus who he was would most likely ruin the mood he’d set tonight, whether Linus took it as a threat and left or if he took it as incentive and tried to blackmail Nick. It wouldn’t work, but it’d be a headache to deal with.
However, Linus seemed like a sweet kid and Nick figured it wouldn’t hurt to be a bit honest for once. He crossed his arms, feeling the muscles stretch the cotton fabric of his shirt. “Terlizzi. Nicholas Terlizzi,” he said simply, keeping his face composed and plain. He watched Linus’ face for signs of fight-or-flight, waiting to see the boy’s reaction.
At first, a look of blank confusion resided on Linus’ face, but as the information hit him, he leaned back against the seat, placing his wine glass in his lap as he looked down at the rug. He was silent for a long time, which made Nick nervous. This wasn’t either of the two scenarios he had planned for and now he felt suspended in the tension. Finally, not able to take the silence anymore, the boss cleared his throat. “Need a refill?”
“What do you want?” Linus replied as soon as Nick spoke up, sitting up and keeping his eyes trained on the floor. The boy was poised, like a rabbit ready to bolt at the slightest movement. Without thinking, Nick put his hands up and tried to make himself smaller to not scare the kid.
“What? What do you mean ‘What do you want’?” He tried to add a bit of humor by saying, “I don’t have any dirt on you, if that’s what you’re worried about, kid.”
“I mean, what do you want with me?” Linus explained, standing up rather abruptly, which made Nick take an instinctive step back. His legs met with the desk, and he gripped it to balance himself. Linus finally looked up at him, and Nick shivered as he saw a storm of emotions in the boy’s eyes: confusion, sadness, elation, anger, lust. Whatever was bothering Linus was about to be dropped on Nick like a bomb, and he wasn’t sure he was prepared for it.
“What would Nick Terlizzi want with a bunny like me?” Linus continued, taking steps forward as his hand gripped the stem of the wine glass tightly. His voice was becoming slightly breathy, and a red flush was growing across his face. Suddenly, Nick’s body turned to instinct and his hand reached out to grip the curve of Linus’ waist, pulling his body into his own in an instant. Linus gasped, his eyelids fluttering as his mouth unconsciously opened slightly. Nick could hear his own heartbeat pounding in his ears and he swore he could hear Linus’s as well. Silently slipping his hand over the boy’s, he took the wine glass and set it down on the desk behind them. His hand slid behind Linus’ neck, cradling the back of his head as the two of them were magnetically pulled together. Linus looked on the verge of collapsing, but Nick had a good grip on his waist to keep him from falling, so he finally answered Linus’ question.
“The only thing bunnies are good for to wolves like me,” Nick growled, gripping the back of Linus’ head and making the boy gasp. Nick pulled his ear to his lips, letting his breath tickle it for a brief moment before whispering, “I want you for dinner.”
Nick’s hand clawed through Linus’ hair, causing the butterfly clips to clatter to the floor with a chorus of sharp clacks! Linus immediately leaned his head against Nick’s shoulder, but the older man yanked his head back, forcing him to look Nick in the eyes. The tiniest whine escaped Linus’ lips, the bottom one quivering from being denied comfort. Nick eyed the boy’s exposed neck, mind reeling at all the things he could do to a flimsy meal like this. However, he took in a sharp breath and held himself back, instead giving Linus soft kisses. Linus greedily kissed back, hands gripping whatever hair he could keep ahold of.
His gloves were giving him some trouble, so Nick pulled away from the kiss, smirking as a saliva strand connected the two of them for a brief moment. He gently pulled Linus’ hands off of him, holding them up so Linus could see them. “You must be burning up in that fit, princess,” Nick hummed, causing Linus to blush even darker at the feminine nickname. A low growl rumbled deep in Nick’s chest as he leaned down, maintaining eye contact as his teeth gripped a finger of the silk glove. Slowly, the glove slipped off, the pale skin of Linus’ hand appearing underneath. Delicate veins popped out under the porcelain skin, and he had perfectly manicured nails. Nick held back chuckles as he thought, This kid really is more of a sissy than I imagined.
Once the other glove came off as well, Nick placed the boy’s hands on Linus’ overcoat button, giving the boy a hungry look. “Undress for me, darling,” he muttered; his voice was more felt than heard from how low it was. Linus looked slightly nervous for a moment, so Nick slid a hand under his chin to lift his gaze. “I want to see how beautiful you are. Show your wolf how tasty you’ll be.” Linus whined again, his eyes becoming half-lidded as he leaned in for more kisses. Nick granted him a couple but pushed him to arms-length when the bunny tried for more. “Don’t keep me waiting, little mouse.”
Trembling from anticipation, Linus nodded, stepping back from Nick so he’d get a full view. Nick looked away for a brief moment to grab a chair and sit down, spreading his lap wide and resting on the arms of the leather seat. With quivering hands, Linus began to unbutton the overcoat of his ensemble. The buttons were a polished brass, a nice contrast against the bright red of the velvet coat. Linus’ pale fingers slipped over the buttons, slowly opening up the view of the thin cotton undershirt, which had a silk suit vest over it. So many unnecessary layers, Nick thought with a smirk. “What other secrets do you have hiding under there, bunny?” he questioned with bemusement. Linus simply looked away, trying to hide his own smile as he shrugged off the coat.
The silk skirt attached to the coat billowed as it fell gracefully to the floor, looking like liquid fire in the dim light of the office. Linus’ slim frame was outlined by the glow of the party outside: bony shoulders, hips that stuck out under the vest, legs that looked like skin and bone, and a pair of golden knee-high boots. The garter belts holding up his stockings were also revealed, and Nick welcomed the warmth growing in his slacks. Licking the front of his teeth, the boss leaned back, making a twirling motion with his fingers. Linus held his hands up to his chest in embarrassment, turning slowly and showing his supple rear hugged by the tiny shorts he was sporting. “Fuck,” Nick slipped out, rubbing his mouth and stubble with his right hand as his eyes travelled up and down the boy’s body.
“Do you like it?” Linus asked, and Nick tensed as he realized the boy heard him. Trying to keep his cool, Nick chuckled darkly and nodded.
“How could I not? You’re beautiful, pet.”
This comment caused Linus to stop, his back facing Terlizzi. Nick furrowed his brows, slightly confused as to why he suddenly looked nervous. “Linus? What’s wrong?” When Linus didn’t answer, Nick got up, walking over a few steps and placing a hand on the boy’s shoulder. “Answer me, kid.” He tried keeping up the energy of the mood they created, but as he felt Linus’ shoulder trembling, Nick cringed and regretted the tone he’d used. He quickly pulled Linus into him, cradling him in his large arms. “Hey, hey, I’m sorry, pigeon. I didn’t mean to scare you.”
Linus shook his head in Nick’s chest as little sobs could be heard, and Nick felt a lump grow in his throat as he hugged the boy closer. He tried shushing him again, now slightly embarrassed that the night had turned a bit too emotional for his taste. He wasn’t the comforting type, and Linus would definitely be disappointed in how detached Nick really was.
However, he felt Linus look up and he turned his chin downward to meet the boy’s gaze. He was surprised to find how beautiful Linus’ eyes looked when they glistened with tears. Without thinking, Nick lifted a hand to wipe a tear with his index finger, his lips pursed as he searched the boy’s face for the reason for his outburst. After a brief moment, Linus simply laughed; a bitter sound, like he was releasing years of anguish. “No one’s ever called me beautiful before, sir.”
A strange swelling in Nick’s heart grew as he delicately cupped the boy’s face in his large hands. Linus continued to chuckle, the sound like a broken bell, but Nick held his gaze with the boy, looking deadly serious.
“I’ll make you feel beautiful tonight, Linus.” He lifted his hand to brush a stray hair off of Linus’ forehead. “It’s the one thing I seem to be good at.”
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