To Kill a Puck, Part 1 (for Thomas)

[goodfellow]

It had been a good day at Robin's car dealership. Just before closing, he'd talked a mother into buying a three-year-old sports car for her 16-year-old son; from the looks of him, he'd have it wrecked within the week and back for another - at which point he could recommend a nice safe SUV with all the bells and whistles that cost even more than the first one.

He was also expecting a visitor. Thomas Raith, who never failed to put him in a good mood. More than a good mood. What Thomas Raith put him in were orgasms that curled his toes for days. They'd only met two months ago, but he was already far more regular a sex partner than Robin had had in a very long time - but then, anyone who was more than a one night stand amounted to "regular" for Robin.

Everyone else had already gone home, except for a janitor who was sweeping the show room. Robin caught a glimpse of Thomas' lovely head of hair and met him just outside. "Can I interest you in... let's see, something fast, something powerful, something in white, perhaps?" he asked as soon as he opened the door to greet him.

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[raith_rogue]

Thomas sighed, his eyes flashing a lighter shade of grey at the suggestion even as he shook his head. "I think that'll have to wait," he told the unconscious puck, quickly finishing the job of dressing Robin's wounds and then getting away before his demon decided to see just how much it could draw from Robin in his current state.

Besides. He needed to make a phone call.