Nikolai Atwood

“Shit, I would probably drop my dick if it weren’t attached to my body, thanks, Nik.” Vic accepted his phone, turning it over. Same crack it always had, but nothing new. “Thank fuck, not shattered.”

Nik just shook his head, smacking Vic on the back of the head. “I think your girlfriend would miss that dick of yours if that happened. When are you going to do something with this hair of yours Victor hmm? It’s starting to look like a mop.”

“It helps build their…” Dimka laughed, unable to help it, putting his head down against the table. “This is bullshit, babies are crazy.” He lifted his head, sighing, and ran his hand through his hair. “’m not meant to be a dad, dyadya.”

“Not funny, Dimka,” Nik said as he shook his head. “If they stay laying in a crib or they’re just held, by the time they start crawling they won’t have the strength to pull themselves.” Nik learned that through the nurse that helped him during the first couple months after Sofia was born. “Dimka, yes, you are. It’s in your blood. And you have a good, strong female at your side, just like your father did. You’re going to be good, plus you have me and your brother to help if need be.”

“You’re the first.” Raphael grinned at him, closing the dressing room’s door and locking it. He undid the rest of the buttons on his shirt, untucking it and letting the floral print fall loosely to either side. Surveying Nik for a moment, Raphael pushed hair out of his face. “You normally accompany people into dressing rooms?” Closing the distance between them, Raphael hummed, draping his arms over Nik’s shoulders. “Or am I your first?”

Did Nik do this sort of thing often? Wander away with pretty boys to places he probably shouldn’t? Yes. He wouldn’t though, if Yana hadn’t told him quite frankly that he could do whatever he wanted with another man but he’d better not think of touching another woman. “No, I have to say this is the first time I’ve ever gone into a dressing room with someone. Aren’t you special.” Reaching forward, Nik tugged at the floral print before motioning to the red shirt. “Let me see that on you.”

“You can assist in taking stuff off.” Raphael released Nik’s sleeve, humming and tipping his head to one side. “If you’d rather not, suit yourself…” Walking backwards towards one of the rooms, Raphael shot Nik a wry smile, unbuttoning his shirt. “Last chance~” He sing-songed.

“Aren’t you a cheeky little bugger,” Nik laughed but looked around before following after him. Stepping past Raphael, he moved inside the dressing room, sitting down on the little bench inside. “You do this alot? Take people into a dressing room to have your way with them?”

“Be greedy all you want. I don’t mind a little possessiveness.” Sonny moved to stand against the desk, positioning himself between Nik’s legs and leaning back against it. “You know, the more you talk about this, the less it sounds like assistance and the more it sounds like receiving a little sugar.” He set his beer down, bracing both hands against the edge of the desk. “Not that I’m complaining.”

Nik just looked up at Sonny, that same smirk on his face that seemed to be staying there for the time being. “No, it’s assistance with a side of sugar. I need someone that’s smart and cunning. You seem to fit the bill. I take care of you, you occasionally take care of me, but more importantly, you make sure the people that want to take my business down dont’ get that opportunity.”

“Prepare for the worst, hope for the best. What my mom used to always say, at least.” He followed after, shooting the waitress a wink, still holding his drink. “You want me to put a price on my happiness?” He joked, humming exaggeratedly. “Well, let’s see… Are you gonna be taking up all my time so I can’t work my other job? Because I make decent enough money at that.”

Moving to sit down in a chair, Nik laughed. “I’m greedy with my help. If you work for me, you work for me, no one else. I’ll make sure you’re comfortable enough that you don’t need your other job. Decent isn’t what you want though is it? You want something that’s going to buy you things you want and money so you can buy your friends nice gifts don’t you? I can offer that. Your other job offer you stability? Medical?”

“Probably for the best. I had a personal stylist for a while, she taught me all sorts of stuff about what’s flattering and what isn’t.” What a weird thing to say in casual conversation. But hey, Raphael had lived an interesting life, might as well brag about it. “Don’t sound so eager to get me undressed.” He teased, tugging on Nik’s sleeve to lead him towards the dressing rooms. “Are you gonna wait out here, or are you planning on accompanying me? Dressing room fits two, you know…”

“Never had one of those, I’m afraid I’d tell them to go stick it where the sun don’t shine.” He would too, just not in such a subtle way. Nik had to chuckle though at Raphael’s words as he was tugged. “It’s just your shirt, you’re not getting all the way undressed now. Less you want to then, hey I’m not going to complain.” Clicking his tongue on the roof of his mouth, he pretended to think about it. “Hmm, sounds like you want me in there. What am I supposed to do? Assist in buttoning your shirt back up?”

“You never know. Life is short. Especially when you have dinner with strangers.” He rose, taking his glass with him. “Maybe we should continue this conversation in your office, before you start talking about bonuses, huh?”

“You always look on the darker side of things, Sonny?” He laughed, shaking his head and motioning for the the other to follow. “Think that’s a very wise idea.” Once inside, Nik closed the door and leaned back against his desk. “How much do you think you’ll need to be happy, financially.”

“What, you assume I’m going around IDless? That’s silly, Nik, how would they ever ID my body without one?” Unfortunate but true. “Though you can pay me under the table if you like, really add to the whole mystique of it all.”

Nik’s brow rose, looking at Sonny with a slight shake of his head. “Hopefully that won’t be needing to happen anytime soon. Sure there’d be people that wouldn’t be happy with that, less you plan on telling me you don’t have any friends either.” He laughed and motioned to the waitress, the one that had been serving them and told her to take their food back to his office before turning back to Sonny. “I’ll pay you legally and there will probably be a thing or two that I need you to do on the sly, which you’ll get something for.”