Stupid AU
Everyone is mad at how Hoxton has been stringing Wolf along. So, in true ‘let’s be adults about this’ fashion, the LGBT members of the Payday gang do their utmost to make Hoxton realise what he was missing out on.
Duke sent Wolf gifts. Every. Single Day. Sometimes they arrived in the workshop, in the common areas - sometimes when the Swede was having breakfast. But Wolf was unable to hide his pleasure at the flowers, poems & gifts that made their way to him.
Sokol was more forward. The Russian liked riling Hoxton up directly.
“Wolfie,” he would murmur, running his hands up and down Wolf’s arms, breathing so deeply one would think he would die if he didn’t inhale the other’s scent, “you’re so fucking handsome. I don’t know why you still single when Sokol want you so bad. I could learn a lot from you.”
Dallas went one step further.
“C’mon,” he said one day, taking Wolf by the hand, “you’re ready for our date, right?”
Wolf wasn’t entirely sure how he kept his laughter to himself as Hoxton’s face purpled.
Dallas wasn’t just performing for Hoxton’s sake, however. He’d actually gone and booked them both in for a spa day, the treatments specifically targeted to Wolf’s so-called ‘problem areas’. The Swede moaned as his lower back was worked and teased and soothed into painlessness for the first time in months. He whimpered as his shoulders sagged, tension leaving in a manner so pleasant he felt as if his brain was oozing from his ears in relief.
