Vegas doesn't understand Pete's need to pretend that neither of them have ever seen that site. It used to be cute how he'd cover his ears and make "lalalalalalala" all over the room till Vegas stopped talking about it.
It used to be.
Now, it was bordering on silly.
Because who cared if Pete liked to read certain stories? Who gave a fuck? Vegas had his own favorites, too.
When Vegas wanted to relax, his go-to comforts were stories that had Pete being bossy. It was a little odd that he liked it when Pete got to boss Kinn around in the stories. He'd pretended not to want to read the sex that always followed, but he'd shrugged it off.
Reading about Kinn fucking Pete and hating himself for it was... soothing.
Vegas wasn't going to examine what that was about. He just decided that he liked it. And then he moved on.
"I don't understand why we can't just read one together."
"We don't have the same tastes. How about that?" Pete asked, turning from the dresser in his pajamas.
"I could read whatever you like."
"No."
"Are you afraid I'd discover a kink or preference you're ashamed of?"
Pete's entire face went red.
"Oh my god!" Vegas said, kneeling on the bed. "Oh! My! God!"
"Everybody has a preference they're ashamed of."
"You let me do the filthiest things to you," Vegas said. "What the fuck do you have to be ashamed of?"
"Fine!" Pete picked up his phone and climbed the bed, crawling till he was kneeling opposite Vegas. "I'll let you check out my reading list, if you let me check out yours."
"What?" Vegas asked, recoiling.
"There's nothing to be ashamed of, right? Let's switch. Let's share EVERYTHING!"
How? How was he going to explain the list of Kinn-related stories in his reading list? Because that was just... Pete wouldn't understand. And then it would get weird because he'd think it was a sexual thing when it wasn't and Vegas would have to explain which would just make it seem more suspicious.
"No!"
Pete scoffed and took his own phone back.
"That's what I thought."
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The Mansion of Men
FanfictionThe mafia men need a place to blow off steam. And it's not the kind of place you might imagine. It's not a bar. It's not a brothel. It's not a gym. It's a website where they get to read anonymous fanfics about their co workers and bosses fucking ea...
