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If he was as good and promising an agent as Javí made him out to be, Steve was willing to offer Pedro an internship in Washington. The sister would be looked after, and the boy would be able to focus on his career. Javí felt grateful, and Steve quietly smiled to himself. He could clearly see Javí’s concern. His former partner had somehow developed paternal feelings for this Pedro. Of course, he saw the Chilean as a victim of anti-hispanism and he reacted strongly because he had experienced prejudice and resentment of the same kind himself. Steve knew Javí to be capable of compassion and emotion when it came to these things. He didn’t handle injustice well, had tended to bottle it up, let it fester, drink it away – or fuck it out of his system. He seemed calmer now, though Steve doubted that he had changed much.
Still, Pedro would have to finish his course first. Javí had thought about that, too, and he wanted to help. When his student agreed, Javí had taken him to his old police station. The least he could do was use his contacts to get the young man a job, and despite the shit that his hometown had pulled on him, he knew the officers to be on his side.
Pedro was wearing a pink shirt and tight jeans and Javí took in the look and told the young man to tuck the shirt into his trousers. The result made Pedro’s hips and ass stand out. Javí handed him a pair of aviator sunglasses and nodded. The little Chilean looked vaguely like him some decades younger. He left him at the drinking fountain and walked into the sheriff’s office to talk to the people he used to work along.
“Melanie,“ Javí beamed and the officer grinned at him. She remembered Javí. He had been a good one for sex, one of the best she’d had. God, that must have been thirty years ago! Melanie checked the man in front of her out. He had aged well, she found. His body looked fit, and his face was kind and funny. He was actually even more handsome than he had been in the late 70s. Javí didn’t really remember Melanie. A quick fuck in the back of the patrol car after a drunken night in Nuevo Laredo, nothing worth remembering. He didn‘t remember her body, and he certainly didn’t remember the sex, though he pretended to. He asked some polite questions about her job and her love life. Then he dived right in and asked her if she would do him a favor. There was this young officer, bright, promising, reliable, responsible … hot - on unpaid leave, who would love to transfer to Laredo. He made a gesture towards Pedro who was leaning against the drinking fountain, biceps bulging, and his hip cocked in a way that made his bum look even bigger. Javí groaned inwardly. Pedro was overdoing it, but Melanie’s eyes widened as her gaze shifted between Pedro and Javí, and then she grinned.
“His name is Pedro,“ Javí said, and Melanie nodded, asking Pedro’s age. So Javier fucking Peña had a son! And the little one was just as dishy as the dad. Oh yes, she could totally see a sequel here.
Pedro meanwhile had been noticed by another middle-aged officer. She almost choked when she saw his form lean against the machine. It wasn’t possible. This was 1998, not 1978. It couldn’t be Javier, she told herself, but the body language and the physical qualities were screaming out Peña at her. She cleared her throat and held up a cup, and the young man languidly drew away and grinned. He even moved like Javí. No way, she thought. There was no such thing as time travel! Who was he?
His gaze flitted to Javí, and the officer's eyes followed his to where Javí was talking with Melanie. Of course, that made sense. She looked at Pedro, maybe 20, well-built, presumably well-endowed, flashing that cheeky smile, then her eyes fell on Javí, nearing 50 but undeniably of the same built, attestably well-hung, and currently flirting at Melanie Jones. Javier Peña was a daddy! And she was currently looking at the younger, even sexier version of himself, she thought. Wow. She introduced herself and asked for his name.
“Pedro?“ he said, a hint of insecurity in his voice that made his answer sound like a question, but he flashed her another radiant smile that was so similar to Javí's. Pedro Peña. Well, well...
When Javí told him that he his transfer had been as good as approved, Pedro was impressed. Javier seemed to have slept with at least half of the officers at the station, yet there seemed to be no ill feelings. Which meant that he was either a fucking fantastic lover or that he had been a gentleman about it. Or both. Some female officers had winked at his teacher, one woman had ogled him quite unashamedly. And one stranger had even asked Pedro to turn around so that she could have a better look at his behind. The view had seemed to please her, and the young man had been left speechless. He had heard of his teacher’s reputation. He just hadn’t really believed the accounts to be accurate.
“Sir,“ Pedro wondered on their way back to the car, “did you tell them you were my dad ?“ Javí looked at him and lit a cigarette. Then he shook his head. But he hadn’t denied it either. “They may have come to that conclusion,“ he conceded. Pedro’s eyes widened and he pretended not to understand, so Javí pointed at their reflection in the passenger window – two hispanics with matching smiles and sunglasses, the younger boyish, delicate, and slender, the other fit enough for his age. Javí turned sideways and put a hand on his hip which made Pedro look over his shoulder and at his own bum.“This is legendary,“ Javí said and gave his own buttock a playful slap, “imagine what they made of yours.“ Pedro quickly untucked his shirt to cover his behind. He didn’t really like it that much. It was … just a big ass. Javí raised one eyebrow. His student really was that clueless. He even argued that he would need to set the record straight. Javí waved him off and took a long drag. No one would care. Everybody had thought Pedro was hot. Carne fresca. “If they think you’re my son, the better. It certainly won’t do any harm.“ Pedro shook his head. So Javier had gotten around. He smirked and nodded. Pedro wouldn’t have to live up to his reputation though. People would just look at him dreamy-eyed and remember the days of Javier Peña.