“I’m dedicated to my cause.” Tristan laughed, his fingers ghosting over Peter’s chest. “I always get what I want.” With that, he returned to actually doing his job, something that he absolutely excelled at. He’d worked in bars constantly since he’d turned eighteen, and now he’d finished at university, he’d decided he wanted to stick with it as he travelled. For Tristan, the money wasn’t necessary, but it was fun.
Peter couldn’t help the laugh. It had been their game for weeks now. They flirted all night but Peter has never dared to bring the younger man up to his loft upstairs. “Maybe so, but the game is more fun when you know we both want it.” he smirked, red tinging around his eyes a little as he went back to work. People adored Tristan and regulars had made jokes and such about the way the two of them looked at each other, and Peter, for all his confidence, knew that despite his strength, he was broken. It had helped keep the other at a distance, but the long nights had led to a friendship and still the other man looked at him with desire. As the night wore on and he helped get people home in cabs and with friends, Peter began locking up and sweeping the floors, turning chairs up to sit on the tables. Once it was all settled, he moved forward to start splitting the money between everyone. “Good money tonight, everyone. Get home and rest.” he said, handing out the money and moving to help Tristan finish straightening the liquor bottles. “Still waiting to get what you want?” he teased.
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