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They’re just messing around in Johnny’s room, Johnny parading around in his underwear, putting on a succession of fur coats and doing extravagant runway walks, nearly tripping over the clothes that have ended up on the floor.
Stephane’s just staying here for a couple of days, while he does a show in New York. Johnny has a free day for the first time in forever, so naturally they’re wasting it. Well, Johnny probably doesn’t think trying on clothes could ever be a waste of time, even if they’re ones he already owns.
Johnny tugs Stephane’s shirt off over his head, insisting he try on some jacket or another, but then he gets distracted and Stephane stands there, amused and shirtless, while Johnny grabs a box out of the cupboard and tells Stephane he won’t believe what one of his fans sent him.
“I thought it was the wrong address at first. But apparently something I said in an interview…? I don’t remember.”
Stephane only sees that it’s pink and silky before Johnny pulls it on over his head.
“You said something in your interview about…”
“Wanting a nice silk slip? Yeah, I don’t even know.” He checks himself out in the wardrobe mirror. “It fits though. I have no idea how.”
It does fit, perfectly, falling neatly over the curves of Johnny’s torso, halfway to his knees. There’s black trimming around the neckline, skimming below Johnny’s collarbone and as he turns to look at his back in the mirror Stephane can see his nipples, small and round under the pink silk.
Stephane is just wondering if he’s having the reaction he thinks is when Johnny reaches underneath to pull his Y-fronts off.
“Stupid panty lines,” he says, and then Stephane thinks of Johnny wearing actual panties, which rather confirms that he is indeed getting hard at the sight of Johnny in lingerie.
Johnny still seems oblivious as he drops his underwear to the ground and looks in the wardrobe again.
“I know what would go with this!” he says, and puts on a headband before searching some more. He finds something black. “I kind of purloined these from the shoot…” He pulls on the elbow-length gloves, and does a weird sort of pirouette before strutting along in front of Stephane.
“Stephane, what do you thi… nk.”
Stephane is sure he’s going red. Sure, he and Johnny have flirted a lot - it’s a great deal of their interaction, but nothing’s ever really happened except a few drunken and less-drunken-than-he-might-admit make-outs. And he really doesn’t need the time Johnny notices his massive hard-on for him to be also the time Johnny is wearing... that.
“Oh,” says Johnny, blinking at him. Stephane thinks maybe they could laugh it off, but he can’t manage to make a joke or anything, not while Johnny is staring at his crotch like that. Even when Johnny tilts his head slightly and the headband falls to the floor with a soft click of beads against wood, it doesn't break the tension.
“Oh,” repeats Johnny, stepping closer, and for a moment they’re so quiet that the only sound in the room is their measured breathing and the faint ticking of a clock in the background.
Johnny’s gaze moves to Stephane’s lips, and then he’s looking him in the eye. Stephane swallows, wanting to apologize or come up with an excuse, or say something at least.
Johnny bites his lip, and there are the beginnings of a naughty smile curving his lips up, and somehow, without saying anything, the two of them seem to come to a consensus.
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