Fic: Matter of Payment
Oct. 9th, 2021 07:35 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
anysinA little TMA fic from Twitter!
Summary: Simon spots one of Mordechai's descendants and gives him a ride.
Content notes: Underage, impending noncon.
The boy is so obviously one of Mordechai Lukas's descendants that when Simon spots him on the side of the road, he orders his driver to stop.
"And where are you heading?" he asks the boy pleasantly when the boy climbs into the limo, joining Simon in the back.
"To the city, please." A typical Lukas, the boy doesn't look Simon in the eye first, and when he does, it's with great reluctance. But this one makes an effort to be polite, forcing himself to smile as he faces Simon. "Thank you for picking me up, Sir."
"Oh, no problem at all! Always happy to help the local youth." Simon grins. "Of course, that leaves one question. How are you planning to repay me?"
He swallows his laughter when the boy's smile instantly drops.
"Repay?" the boy stammers. "I- I have a little money."
"Do I look like I need money?" Simon snorts now, unable to hide his amusement. "No, I think I want something else from you. How about you come sit next to me?" He pats the bench next to him.
The boy's expression turns dull. "I see." He glances over his shoulder at the driver, opening his mouth. He closes it, turning back to Simon. "I suppose I'm not getting out of this car unless I agree?"
"Smart one, aren't you?" Simon likes that. He pats the bench again. "Don't worry. I won't bite. Too hard."
Much to Simon's delight, the boy obeys.
Summary: Simon spots one of Mordechai's descendants and gives him a ride.
Content notes: Underage, impending noncon.
The boy is so obviously one of Mordechai Lukas's descendants that when Simon spots him on the side of the road, he orders his driver to stop.
"And where are you heading?" he asks the boy pleasantly when the boy climbs into the limo, joining Simon in the back.
"To the city, please." A typical Lukas, the boy doesn't look Simon in the eye first, and when he does, it's with great reluctance. But this one makes an effort to be polite, forcing himself to smile as he faces Simon. "Thank you for picking me up, Sir."
"Oh, no problem at all! Always happy to help the local youth." Simon grins. "Of course, that leaves one question. How are you planning to repay me?"
He swallows his laughter when the boy's smile instantly drops.
"Repay?" the boy stammers. "I- I have a little money."
"Do I look like I need money?" Simon snorts now, unable to hide his amusement. "No, I think I want something else from you. How about you come sit next to me?" He pats the bench next to him.
The boy's expression turns dull. "I see." He glances over his shoulder at the driver, opening his mouth. He closes it, turning back to Simon. "I suppose I'm not getting out of this car unless I agree?"
"Smart one, aren't you?" Simon likes that. He pats the bench again. "Don't worry. I won't bite. Too hard."
Much to Simon's delight, the boy obeys.
