In Penny's eyes, there was something charming about Thomas. Peculiar as it was, it was still charming.
Penny wasn't oblivious, oh no. He knew Thomas knew what he was saying, but because he was such a cheeky bastard, he acted otherwise. If anything, he mused at Thomas' flustered state. Penny knew himself to get people flustered, especially when they found him attractive, which was often. Thomas' little slip-ups gave him proof enough that he thought about him that way. But, really, who else would "accidentally" keep calling their neighbour "Daddy" and "Master"? Pretty strange, if you ask me. Plus, subtlety was not Thomas' forte. This was clear to Penny, and just made it all the more amusing to tease him.
A teaser.
That's really what Penny was. Teasing people he came across was his favourite thing to do, even if he didn't particularly like them like that. Thomas, he thought, seemed to fall helpless under his gaze, and so he decided on something he knew he wouldn't expect. He stood in front of the window, his lips curling into a mischevious smile while he looked ahead. This would be fun.
*
"Thomas," James started, "do you need a spanking?"
Thomas shook his head, the smaller man rolling his eyes.
"You had one job, Thomas. One." He reminded. Thomas, of course, was aware of this. He was just as frustrated with himself as James was.
"I knowwwww." He whined. "I couldn't help it, okay! And the way he was speaking to me didn't help that either."
"Well how was he speaking to you?"
Thomas shrugged. "I don't know. It was like... it was like he was teasing me."
James raised a brow, he knew about that one.
"Oh? Maybe he was."
Thomas did blush at this possibility, but he began to see why it would make sense. Maybe Penny was teasing him. But... why? That's all he didn't understand. Why Penny would be teasing him. They didn't even know each other. But even still, maybe that was a good thing. On the contrary, though, if Penny was, indeed, teasing Thomas, he probably wouldn't stop. That was potentially an issue, for Thomas, specifically. But he looked to his friend and shrugged.
"Maybe."
*
Thomas stood alone, tapping his foot and peering round nervously as he awaited Penny's arrival. He hoped he'd show up, or otherwise that'd be really awkward. He'd put on a black pair of joggers and a plain white t-shirt which he'd decided on, along with his blue Sketchers. He soon heard a calling whistle coming from behind him. He knew it was Penny. He took a deep breath before turning around. It was just a jog. Nothing more, nothing less. He turned around, a confident smile on his face which immediately dropped the second he set eyes on him. He was in a full-on running outfit with the vest and the tiniest shorts Thomas had ever seen on a man. They showed everything. Perhaps he'd been running already, or maybe that was water, but Penny's caramel skin shone with moist as fresh as dew. Thomas just wanted to lick him everywhere because he looked divine.
"Monsieur," he began, smiling as he reached Thomas, moving a stray curl out of his face, "glad you could make it." He expressed, winking. Oh no. Not the winking. Thomas just blinked then nodded.
