Almost Normal
anonymous
February 9 2009, 20:15:10 UTC
At a pinch, John could just about manage to walk out of his bedroom dolled up without quickly turning back to running back inside to pretend nothing had ever happened. When Rob asked him to accompany him to a cross-dressing party, it was like he was asking a sloth to peel itself off its tree, run the New York marathon and then take down a panther. Within two minutes.
"I'll be there," Rob reassured before he even waited for John's reply.
"Somehow that doesn't help," his boyfriend muttered, his teeth holding back most of the volume and diction as they clenched tightly together.
"I'll buy you something for it. Something... flattering," Rob tried.
He couldn't believe it when he said it, but sometimes even Rob was surprised by John's 'oh fuck it' attitude.
"Fine. Buy me that vintage Chanel dress we saw in SoHo the other week. And don't you dare leave my side for the entire evening."
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The party didn't exactly have a cross-dressing theme as an all-out kink theme. So many had donned leather fetish gear the smell of hide hit people when they opened the front door like stale cigarettes. Which meant when John walked in, heels clicking, purse in hand, a shawl hiding his manly shoulders and pearls setting off his dress, he looked almost tame. Almost normal. Having nearly asked the cabbie to pull over about five times so he could vomit on the way over, it was exactly what he needed in order to feel comfortable.
Two hours later, John was sitting up on the counter in the spacious bathrooms as Rob ran his hand up and down his lover's stockinged legs. John couldn't stop a smirk as he applied a touch more lipstick if nothing but for effect.
"So, good idea?" Rob asked as John turned towards the mirror behind him.
"I honestly thought people would give just a little more of a shit."
"We run in weird circles." Rob made his fingers tip-toe up John's thigh. He checked the door and began to pull down his underwear with a confident smirk.
"You're not wanking me off in a five hundred dollar dress."
"Four hundred and fifty," Rob corrected. "I know how to haggle."
"'Got a better plan," John jumped off the counter and skittered over to the door to lock it. Turning back, he tapped his left heel for a moment in thought before walking back over and pushing Rob up onto the counter instead. There, he helped Rob unzip his fly and unbutton his jeans.
From a few flicks of a wrist, Rob had gone from half-mast to a painful erection, never good at holding off when it came to John's handiwork. Seeing as the party was in still full swing and they had only so long before people would be hammering to take a leak, John curled his fingers at the base and rested on hand on the counter as he bent down to reach his target. With a slow exhale of warm air on the very tip, Rob's hips buckled impatiently already and he kept his eyes firmly on the action in front of him as he watched his own dick disappear into John's mouth.
"Jeeesus." He managed to make John choke from laughing but neither seemed to care. In fact, as John hollowed his cheeks and used his tongue to massage the underside, Rob had given up caring about pretty much anything. John's eyes shut as he concentrated on slowly sucking up to the very tip, his hand still twisting and squeezing at a random frequency. Rob couldn't watch any more, as much as he loved watching those painted lips devoting themselves to him, and his head hit the glass behind him as he grunted for more.
Hands and lips worked in rhythm and Rob couldn't even give a warning as his whole body clenched up. He was roused minutes later by John still sucking and licking playfully and he leaned forward to pull him into a kiss.
They walked out of the party hand in hand, both forgetting they were supposed to be just friends, or any embarrassments they were supposed to have. It felt just right.
Re: Almost Normal
anonymous
February 27 2009, 23:19:29 UTC
I know you too!! (Lucky me)
Inspired, the whole thing is in inspired! I can't decide which I like better, this exchange:
"You're not wanking me off in a five hundred dollar dress."
"Four hundred and fifty," Rob corrected. "I know how to haggle."
or the vision of John applying lipstick while Rob is mesmerized by his bestockinged legs. Rawr!
This story gave me a clear vision of Amy banging on the door with a closed fist yelling "Make it snappy you homos, the hostess has to piss!" or some such (because in my mind this is so Amy's party).
"I'll be there," Rob reassured before he even waited for John's reply.
"Somehow that doesn't help," his boyfriend muttered, his teeth holding back most of the volume and diction as they clenched tightly together.
"I'll buy you something for it. Something... flattering," Rob tried.
He couldn't believe it when he said it, but sometimes even Rob was surprised by John's 'oh fuck it' attitude.
"Fine. Buy me that vintage Chanel dress we saw in SoHo the other week. And don't you dare leave my side for the entire evening."
---
The party didn't exactly have a cross-dressing theme as an all-out kink theme. So many had donned leather fetish gear the smell of hide hit people when they opened the front door like stale cigarettes. Which meant when John walked in, heels clicking, purse in hand, a shawl hiding his manly shoulders and pearls setting off his dress, he looked almost tame. Almost normal. Having nearly asked the cabbie to pull over about five times so he could vomit on the way over, it was exactly what he needed in order to feel comfortable.
Two hours later, John was sitting up on the counter in the spacious bathrooms as Rob ran his hand up and down his lover's stockinged legs. John couldn't stop a smirk as he applied a touch more lipstick if nothing but for effect.
"So, good idea?" Rob asked as John turned towards the mirror behind him.
"I honestly thought people would give just a little more of a shit."
"We run in weird circles." Rob made his fingers tip-toe up John's thigh. He checked the door and began to pull down his underwear with a confident smirk.
"You're not wanking me off in a five hundred dollar dress."
"Four hundred and fifty," Rob corrected. "I know how to haggle."
"'Got a better plan," John jumped off the counter and skittered over to the door to lock it. Turning back, he tapped his left heel for a moment in thought before walking back over and pushing Rob up onto the counter instead. There, he helped Rob unzip his fly and unbutton his jeans.
From a few flicks of a wrist, Rob had gone from half-mast to a painful erection, never good at holding off when it came to John's handiwork. Seeing as the party was in still full swing and they had only so long before people would be hammering to take a leak, John curled his fingers at the base and rested on hand on the counter as he bent down to reach his target. With a slow exhale of warm air on the very tip, Rob's hips buckled impatiently already and he kept his eyes firmly on the action in front of him as he watched his own dick disappear into John's mouth.
"Jeeesus." He managed to make John choke from laughing but neither seemed to care. In fact, as John hollowed his cheeks and used his tongue to massage the underside, Rob had given up caring about pretty much anything. John's eyes shut as he concentrated on slowly sucking up to the very tip, his hand still twisting and squeezing at a random frequency. Rob couldn't watch any more, as much as he loved watching those painted lips devoting themselves to him, and his head hit the glass behind him as he grunted for more.
Hands and lips worked in rhythm and Rob couldn't even give a warning as his whole body clenched up. He was roused minutes later by John still sucking and licking playfully and he leaned forward to pull him into a kiss.
They walked out of the party hand in hand, both forgetting they were supposed to be just friends, or any embarrassments they were supposed to have. It felt just right.
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That was wonderful. I LOVE John in drag.
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I KNOW YOU!
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I <3 you.
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ILU2. =D
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Inspired, the whole thing is in inspired! I can't decide which I like better, this exchange:
"You're not wanking me off in a five hundred dollar dress."
"Four hundred and fifty," Rob corrected. "I know how to haggle."
or the vision of John applying lipstick while Rob is mesmerized by his bestockinged legs. Rawr!
This story gave me a clear vision of Amy banging on the door with a closed fist yelling "Make it snappy you homos, the hostess has to piss!" or some such (because in my mind this is so Amy's party).
Love this!
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Absotively! Who else would host such a shindig? ;) (And now I'm thinking she was in a full leather catsuit. RAWR.)
And the lipstick thing... sigh. Why is it I swoon so much over a hair man in drag? (Jon Stewart in a prom dress, I'm looking at you too! *glares*)
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