“You fucking piece of shit,” I screamed and Peter laughed so hard the controller fell out of his hands. “You said you turned off friendly fire!”

“I thought I did,” he defended but the look on his face said he did this on purpose. I threw the controller onto the couch and Dev picked it up to start a new round. 

“You need to buy another controller,” I told him as I tucked myself into Dev’s side. 

“Have you seen how expensive those things are,” he scoffed. “How about you buy one if you want a third so bad.”

“You’re a section lead in a gang, I think you can afford it.” Peter only shrugged as the next game began. 

We had been playing for several hours at this point, sharing controllers, and passing the game back and forth whenever someone died. It was mostly me and Devon switching since Peter spent way too much of his free time playing this stupid first-person shooter game.

When he invited us over to his house after our shift I wanted nothing to do with it. It felt weird. I mean going to your boss’ home after work was weird enough but it got worse when your boss was a drug lord but when he promised to pay for dinner, I caved pretty quickly.

I had assumed there would be others there, another small get-together that Peter was insistent on throwing, but it was just the three of us and it was nice. Since starting the gang a month ago, Dev and I didn’t mesh with other runners. Most of them wanted to be here and acted like big-time thugs. Peter didn’t seem to care for much of them either but tried his best to act civil with them; Dev and I didn’t even bother trying. 

Peter had tried to introduce us to a few runners our own age so we could make friends because that was apparently important in a gang, but none of them had really gotten along with us so after a while he gave up and these solo hangouts became a more often thing.

“So I was thinking,” Peter said as he effortlessly snipped an enemy’s head from halfway across the map.

“God, don’t hurt yourself,” I teased. He shoved my shoulder playfully, which caused Dev to miss a shot and caused him to die. He cursed as he handed me the controller and I picked up where he left off. 

I liked hanging out with Peter. With him also liking men, when it was just the three of us, Dev and I didn’t have time to hide anything. It felt nice being able to openly love each other even if it was just in front of one friend. 

“I was thinking about giving you two a better route but if you’re going to be an asshole about it, I’ve changed my mind,” he scoffed and my eyes went wide. 

“A better route? Already? I thought it took months to move up?” 

“It’s supposed to,” Peter shrugged. “But it’s up to the section lead to decide and I think you’re ready for it. You’ve both shown a lot of potential in just a month and it would be a waste to keep you in the worst run. Hell, you two are doing better than most of my guys. Knocking everyone down a peg would be a good wake-up call to them.”

“When do we start it,” Dav asked as he wiped his eyes tiredly and leaned in closer to my side. 

“I still need to get approval from Drake but I already know he’ll say yes so probably next week. He likes you two.” I scoffed and jumped to avoid the spray of bullets coming at me. 

“Oh yes, it really seemed like he liked us when he let you beat the shit out of us.”

“Everyone gets jumped in,” Peter waved off. “It was nothing personal.”

“And then when he choked me out. I’m not sure that was very love-filled.”

“Did you deserve it,” Peter asked with a raised eyebrow. 

“Maybe.”

“A little,” Dev agreed and I shoved him off of me. 

“Well, there you go. I don’t know why he likes you so much but he does. He calls me all the time after your shifts to ask how well you did. He doesn’t do that for just anyone. Keep your head in the game and you could be running a section before long.” 

I’m not sure how much I liked the thought of that but I had to admit, the thought of getting a better route sounded nice. 

“Will it be the same time,” Dev asked. He had secretly been hoping for an earlier day shift so he would have time to do other things after our run and not just sleep all day.

“The one I’m thinking of giving you will be a lunch shift. It’ll be from 12-3 depending on how fast you are. A lot of rich college kids and a few adults that can’t get through their day without a little pick me up. Easy money.”

“So we’re going to work three hours a day and still make our usual daily wage?”

“More actually. Especially on the weekends. Those college kids buy way too much. It’s a better route for a reason.”

“Are you only doing this because we’re all gay,” I asked after a while of us just focusing on the game. 

“He’s giving us more money,” Dev seethed. “Don’t question him!” Peter laughed with a shake of his head. 

“First off, I’m bisexual. Secondly, no. I like you two and all but just because we all like dick doesn’t mean I’d promote you if you didn’t deserve it. If anything it’s probably going to cause a lot of trouble for you. People aren’t going to like that I’m promoting you so soon. You’re going to have a target on your back.”

“So you’re homophobic,” Dev teased and this time Peter shoved him. 

“Fuck off. But seriously, if people start being assholes, let me know. I’m not going to tolerate these slackers acting out just because they can’t do their jobs well anymore.”

“Yeah, because running to Daddy Peter is going to help our case when we’re getting picked on,” I scoffed and Peter turned red in the face. 

“Do not call me that ever again,” he scolded but it came out too high-pitched and squeaky to have any real threat. I laughed so hard I couldn’t breathe and Dev was lightly chuckling. Any time I thought I was almost over my fit my eyes caught Peter’s and I started laughing harder. 

“Drake has a zero-fighting policy,” Peter said, mostly to get me to stop laughing. “I’d rather you come to me before anything bad has a chance to happen. If Drake finds out you’ve been fighting, there will be nothing I can do to save you from whatever punishment he sees fit.”

“Alright,” Dev said just as I got over my laughing fit and was able to breathe properly again. “We won’t fight anyone, Daddy Peter. We promise.” 

“Get out of my house.” I laughed so hard my legs stopped working and Dev had to physically carry me out. Even though Peter tried to look upset, the smallest uptick of his lips told me the red on his face was from amusement and not anger. 

Not even a week later Peter texted us that our new route assignment was approved. 

I was blocked for the rest of the night when the words ‘thank you Daddy Peter’ magically typed out on my keyboard and for the rest of the night any time Dev muttered the word I would double over laughing.

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