Luffy's running extremely late.
He overslept and then missed his train. And, because life is shitty and God hates him, the next one came in way too late.
To fuck his morning even more up, the line at the Starbucks across from Corazon & Associates is outrageously long and he thinks about leaving, but Luffy doesn't dare to show up late without Law's usual order to appease him.
So he waits in line, anxious and impatient, tapping his foot against the tiled floor, Law's Starbucks card clenched tightly in his hand.
He's kind of nervous to see Law again after what happened in his office last night. And the last thing he needs is Law thinking that just because they...started whatever they have started, Luffy suddenly assumes that he's got the freedom to do what he likes and come in late.
He doesn't think Law would appreciate that attitude and he's pretty sure he would pay for it as well. Somehow, Law would find a way to make him sorry, Luffy's sure.
Anxious, he gets his phone out to check the time and sees he's got a text message from Law.
„Where the hell are you."
Nothing more, nothing less. A little lackluster, considering the last time they saw each other, Law had been all over him. Had jerked him off and made him come all over himself, embarrassingly fast at that. He's still able to feel the ghost of Law's touch on his skin.
It had been undeniably hot. The rush is simply addicting. And the way Law had looked at him, praised him like he was the luckiest man in the world because he had Luffy spread underneath him. Fuck, Luffy never knew he was such a sucker for compliments, but it had felt incredibly rewarding to have Law call him a good boy, a sweetheart, in that deep voice of his.
He couldn't wait to get more, to get even closer, to let Law ruin him.
And Law will. He's sure Law intends to do nothing less.
Law left him with a promise for more, didn't he? Luffy's not going to be a virgin for much longer, Law had made that clear. To say that Luffy's looking forward to it, would be a huge understatement. He can barely wait. In fact, he would love nothing more than demand that he takes him now.
Luffy had a feeling that demanding Law to do anything, would only backfire at him, though. With the way Law had talked to him, he would rather make him beg for it. God and the worst thing is that Luffy would.
Fuck, what had he gotten himself into?
Luffy bites his lip and quickly snaps a picture of the line in front of him. He sends it with the caption, „Starbucks, getting your shitty coffee."
It doesn't take more than a few seconds and Law has already texted back.
„Don't forget my muffin."
The fucking nerve. Luffy rolls his eyes and types back, „I wouldn't dare to think of it, sir."
Law's answer comes promptly, „Good boy."
Luffy inhales a sharp breath and quickly slides his phone back into his jeans, heat rising in his cheeks.
He didn't-
He added the „sir" purely out of spite. Not...not because he meant it. He should have gone with „Your Majesty" or something to really get the point across. He really didn't need to give Law the wrong ideas.
Or the right ones? Fuck. Luffy needs to get a grip.
Again, his phone vibrates against his thigh, the soft chime lost in the noisy coffee-shop. For a second Luffy thinks about ignoring it, but then curiosity wins out and he fishes his phone out of his jeans once again.
