Day 6
Day 6, prompt: wears clothing not usual to them...or something, I'm not entirely sure, but that's the gist of it.
a/n: when candy_belle suggested it, my brain went, "Soooo, Pete wearing jeans that actually fit." That's not it, but I was tempted for a minute, can't lie.
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Pete looked over shoulder to make sure no one was going to suddenly come into the bunk area. He stripped off his jeans and boxer briefs and contemplated the red, lacy thong that Patrick had pressed into his hand this morning.
Pete wasn't one to wear women's panties; it simply never occured to him to try them. And he could honestly admit to not ever giving a thought to how they might feel if he did put them on.
But Patrick had wanted to try something different and if there was one person Pete could never say no to, it was him.
So Pete found himself slipping on the panties, trying to stifle the surpised gasp he let out as the silk slid over his dick. They were tight and felt slighty awkward, but Pete was acutely aware of the way they rubbed against him as he twisted and turned, trying to get a good look at them.
After a couple minutes of that, Pete picked up his iPhone and snapped a couple pictures to send to Patrick; the contrast of the red against his skin, drawn tight against his dick, his erection painfully obvious and one of his hand splayed across his lower stomach, the tips of his fingers just under the waistband of the panties.
Patrick didn't answer right away, but that didn't surprise Pete; he was in the middle of a radio interview with Joe. Pete just laid down in his bunk, drawing the curtains closed.
He lazily stroked himself -not enough to really get him going but enough to keep his dick interested- and waited for Patrick to come back.
Pete had a feeling it was going to be a long night -not that he was going to complain.