Sirens (Theo Raeken) [1]

Ecstasy

[NSFW UP UNTIL THE STAR DIVIDERS. YOU'VE BEEN WARNED SO DON'T COME CRYING TO ME WHEN YOU HAVE TO GO TO CONFESSION FOR READING ABOUT THEO'S 9 INCH]

"Pizza?"

"Pizza."

Theo pulls the menu off of the fridge, his eyes scanning the toppings. "I'm feeling pepperoni. What do you think?"

"I ain't got no type."

"Great," he says. "Pizza, Netflix and chill. Arden, I think we've invented something even better than the coveted Netflix and chill."

"I know, right. I am so glad that this day has finally gotten better." I sigh contently, leaning back onto the edge of the countertop.

"Oh, trust me," he says. "I am, too. Your grandma kept on hassling me about how if I'm at your house next time she comes, she'll chase me out of there with a broom."

"Don't even ask about the asshole lawyer I encountered," I say. "What was with everyone today?"

"I don't know," he admits. "All I know is that thirty minutes into that funeral, I was wishing I'd worn sweatpants, regardless of the dirty looks I would've gotten. That suit was uncomfortable as fuck."

"Ugh, same with my heels and dress," I say.

"Really?" he asks, stepping closer. "You could've told me. I would've ripped it off for you." He pushes me up against the edge, my back striking painfully against it. He parts his lips and leans in, kissing my collarbone.

I push his face away. "I want some pizza first," I tell him. "You're going to have to wait for the whole pizza, Netflix and chill experience."

"Do you promise it'll be worth the wait?" he asks, smirking.

"I promise," I say dismissively, raising my eyebrows.

"Good," he says. "Don't want to let daddy Theo down."

He looks so incredibly serious that when I start laughing, he looks completely surprised. "You want me to call you daddy? You can't be serious," I say. "That dick game better be stronger than your creepy chimera powers for me to call you that."

"Oh, please," he scoffs. "It already is."

"Good point, but still."

"But —"

"I'm not calling you daddy, Theo!"

"Goddamn," he says. "I must really love you."

"And I must really love you after all the freaky stuff you've encouraged me to do."

"I can go freakier," he says matter-of-factly. "Handcuffs, whips. Whenever you're ready."

"You're joking."

"I am," he says with a slight chuckle. "But I'm not gonna say no if you do suggest anything."

As if purposefully inappropriately timed, the doorbell rings. My eyes fly fully open. "Pizza!"

"Oh, thank fuck," Theo praises. "Thank you. Thank you. Thank you. I am so ready for this."

He brushes past me and all but skips to the door. I sink down into my bed and pull the throw up to my waist and bringing my knees up to my chest. Theo comes through the door brandishing the box and the smell of pepperoni pizza wafts through the air.

He plops down onto the bed beside me, grabbing the remote simultaneously before ducking under the blanket. He edges closer to me, pulling me into his chest. "What do you want to watch?" he asks.