Good Intentions

7

"Let's say I did start working for your company. What exactly what I be doing?"

Nick raised an eyebrow. "Well, you would continue what you're already very talented at; you would trace down any online threat to my company and bring them down. Simple enough, isn't it?"

"Your company gets online threats? Such as?"

"People try hacking into our system all the time. We're doing fairly well with most of the problems, but there's this one mysterious source who managed to delete some of the important information off the computers of my men, and it's getting harder and harder to get rid of them. If I have, I'm sure they wouldn't stand a chance."

Leo looked away awkwardly. It must have been him who had done it, but he couldn't remember what company it had been. Now that Nick brought it up, it was probably his. His clients often told their rival's name in initials, not by full name.

"What's the name of your company anyway?"

"Pines," he answered quickly and rubbed the nape of his neck. "You must be hungry, aren't you? I'll take you downstairs to get you some food."

"But my ass is on fire," Leo argued. "I'm going to walk weirdly, then your men are you going to assume certain things."

"I'll carry you, and I can reassure you that they won't think out of line. If they dare question anything I do, they will face my wrath," Nick told him as his fingers traced lazy circles on Leo's back.

"I don't want to be carried. I'm not a baby."

"Would you rather walk around like you have a limp then?"

Leo didn't answer for a moment and glared at the throw pillow in front of him. "No."

"Good. Now let's get dressed up. I can't have anything stare at such luxurous eye candy," he said and squeezed Leo's waist one last time before helping him sit up. The black-haired teen winced and bit his lip in pain.

Nick eyes traveled to Leo's abdomen, and his eyes windened. His fingers grazed the metal curved barbell pierced through his upper naval.

"Oh? You didn't strike me as the person who was interested in piercings too."

"I had it done while I was still in high school. Piercings aren't allowed at school, but I wanted one really bad, you see. I got it done there where I knew no one would see it. If I had to change for gym class, I'd chance in one of the stalls just in case someone had any ideas of ratting me out," Leo explained and shimmied into his underwear and pants after Nick handed them back to him.

"It suits you," Nick complimented. He reached forward to pull Leo's waist towards him and kissed the skin just above the piercing. The teen shivered and smacked the top of Nick's head. If he kept doing that, he would be sporting the most awkard and obvious boner. "Sorry. I couldn't help myself. You have no idea what you do to me."

Leo sighed but nodded. He understood what he meant. Being next to one's mate without touching them was almost impossible, and he knew because that was what was happening to him every time he was with Nick. He had the urge to do so, but he didn't want to encourage Nick. Touching and kissing was almost as automatic as breathing.

"Come on then." Nick went back up on his feet and then bent forward to tuck one arm under Leo's legs while the other braced his back.

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Nick carried him to the dining room as if it were nothing. He didn't struggle or trip while they were going down the stairs and didn't seem fazed at all. He was a lot stronger than he looked, and telling by the way the dining room looked he was also richer than Leo had originally thought. Because Nick owned a bookstore, he thought he wouldn't be too wealthy, maybe a middle-class person.