Driving Service - Cal/Tom
Tom probably shouldn’t have eaten his driver later that night after dropping Sebastian off at hotel for the night, but he’d been hungry, and the guy had the nerve to speak back to him.
With a shiver Tom’s instincts flared with the want to keep finding more food. It had been sooo long since he’d had a truly good filling meal since he’d been locked away. Still, now he was in a situation where he had to find some other kind of transportation to get back home. Tom actually did not know how to drive.
Not wanting to call one of those dingy old taxi service, Tom walked along the city street for a moment, looking for someone who might be getting into their car to compell and drive him home, when he happened upon a young women on her cell phone waiting by the curb. He caught a glimpse of her phone with the app open for a car service called Orbit.
It was also 3am and dark, so no one would know. He slipped up behind her casually, reaching out to oh so nicely take her phone.
Before she could scream, Tom’s gaze met her and he pushed his compulsion in so as to not have her make a scene. Even at this hour it was better to be safe than sorry. “You’ll let me eat you~,” his voice purred as he slipped her phone into his own back pocket, and circled her around to the dark alleyway.
A few minutes later, and having wiped his lips, he rejoined that very curbside, awaiting her Orbit service driver, which the app said was very near. He watched the red dot approach, and then once the car stopped, he opened the passenger side door in the front, and slipped inside.
“I’m obviously not the women you had listed, but she was busy~,” he casually said, before turning his gaze up to see whom his driver actually was.
It took a lot to surprise Tom, but that did ... and dare he say for a brief moment a sense of happiness to see the familiar little shit actually .. touched him ... before he reigned that crazy nonsense in.
“Where the fuck have you been?” he said, instead, his voice forced to be accusatory not to show the other feeling he was ‘not’ feeling. “Is this what I hire you for?”