Lustfully encased in red satin with an enormous amount of tulle scritching at his thighs, Thorny bends over to pick up his matching kitten heels. Almost instantly, a large set of hands grab Thorny’s hips from behind and a rather impressive bulge flattens Thorny’s dress down in the back.
“You’re rumpling me,” Thorny patiently intones.
“You’re tempting me,” the owner of those hands and bulge rumbles back.
Thorny sighs, so very put upon, and braces his hands on his knees. “Well, be quick about it. I’m expecting my husband any minute.”
That gets him a swat on the back of his thigh. He gasps — it really stung — and turns to strike the brute behind him. Said brute catches Thorny’s wrist before he can come anywhere near making contact.
“I didn’t ask for that,” Thorny says with a glare.
Using his captured wrist, this rough man tugs Thorny into him. “You asked for it all the second you put on that dress, honey.”
That’s when Thorny realizes this tall, muscular man is wearing leather from the cap on his head — that puts half his face in mysterious shadow — to the vest barely containing his pecs to the pants barely containing what might just be an anaconda.
For a moment, Thorny forgets ouchy smacks and availability assumptions. He leans and rubs a tiny little bit, lets his eyelids flutter, and bites his bottom lip. The triumphant chuckle above him snaps him out of it.
“I’m a lady,” Thorny says with his nose in the air.
With one arm clamped around Thorny’s waist, this awfully entitled leatherman sends his other hand up Thorny’s dress. Thorny gasps and flinches.
“You might be ladylike, but you’re no lady.”
Thorny considers this for a moment. Honestly, he can hardly argue since his man bits are currently happily expanding inside a pair of red panties and against the warm hand cupping them.
“Well, you look like… Like…” Thorny huffs. “Oh dammit, fine.” He wiggles free of that possessive hold. He tiptoes over to his little sparkly black clutch purse. “Undo those laces of yours.” He grins and shows off his tube of lipstick. “I want to get red all over you.”
For a moment, the leatherman reverts to the sweet librarian as he looks down at himself and the four different sets of laces he has to choose from. Can he really not guess which body part Thorny wants access to?
“Babe,” Thorny says and points south.
The now adorable leatherman huffs a laugh, his cheeks flush, and then he’s undoing the laces at his fly.
Resisting a giggle, Thorny applies another heavy layer of bright red lipstick while he grins.
They’re going to be late to the Halloween party.
Hours later, at the party, Thorny’s had too much to drink.
He knows this, but he isn’t sure it’s exactly a problem. He’s feeling loose and comfy, which is good, but his coordination kinda sucks. And he’s lost his shoes. He had to take them off or break an ankle and he really doesn’t want to do casts ever again.
He misses his shoes. They were super cute.
But he’s on a mission! He got all liquored up just for this mission, so he’s not backing out now. Backing out… hehehe… Why’s that funny?
First, find Jazz.
B, give Jazz his red panties. Thorny’s red panties, that is. He took them off when his fingers still worked and tucked them down the front of his dress. Looks like he’s just a tiny bit preggers… hehehe…
Second, get sex.
It was a fantastic mission!
The last bit was the reason for the drinking. Other people were hooking up all over the place, but Thorny’s a good boy who doesn’t do that sort of thing in public — Oh. My. Gawd. — except he might maybe could do it if he was braver.
So here he is,
shlooless shoeless and with his panties somewhere panties have never gone before and on the prowl for his leather-clad hubby. And when he found him… Watch. Out.
Really it was Jazz’s fault this mission was even a mission. Walking around looking like hot sex right out of the histories of gay mens sexing and all that. Furry and leathery and nothing but laces holding his clothes together. It was obscene.
In the most lip-licking, naughty-thoughts way.
With tulle getting kinda itchy on bare southerly bits, Thorny arrives in the doorway to the living room. There’s his target! Get him!
It takes a couple minutes of weaving through people, but then Thorny’s standing over Jazz as the man looks up at him from a recliner. Jazz looks shocked. Cool. Gets his mouth open and he’s hot like that.
“Hi,” Thorny says, then fishes down the front of his dress for the panties. He whips them out and drops them in Jazz’s lap. “For you.”
Jazz frowns as he picks the panties up. Then he’s all shocked again while he stuffs them inside his vest and looks around the room. Thorny looks around too.
Alec the punk rocker is clapping. Carter the giant Catholic school boy is gawping. Sean the little devil is passed out on Miles’s lap. (Miles is an angel with teeny little wings.) Tyrel the tiger is mimicking Carter and so’s the handsome vampire beside him. And there’s other people, but, you know, the mission.
Since Jazz kept the panties, Thorny believes it’s time for part C of the mission.
He gets up in Jazz’s lap, facing him, and scoots in close. He gives Jazz his best flirty wink.
Jazz looks stunned. He glances down, shifts in his seat, then stares at Thorny. “Holy shit, baby,” he whispers. “What are you doing?”
That’s when Thorny remembers the little party favor lube he got in his pumpkin basket. Luckily, it’s still clutched in his hand. He proudly shows it to his husband and waggles his eyebrows while he wiggles his butt. The room spins a little too much, so Thorny now sits still.
Jazz takes the lube away to put it with the panties while someone behind Thorny starts laughing really loudly. Might be Alec. Thorny turns to see what’s so funny, but Jazz stands up and Thorny has to hold on. He giggles himself now since it’s like riding a bucking bronco.
“Where we gonna do this, sugar lips?”
“What? Honey, you’re slurring.”
“I might be a tiny bit drunk.”
“Jathper, less’ve thex.”
Thorny blinks and they’re outside heading for the car. He feels not so good suddenly.
“Don’t you puke on me,” Jazz says and very rudely flings Thorny into some bushes. “I didn’t throw you. If you’re going to puke, you’ll do it there and not in the car either.”
“You don’t make sen–”
This is not part of the mission.
Friday morning dawns way too damn early, loudly, and brightly.
Immediately, Thorny remembers Jasper is a mean man. There were bottles of water forced down Thorny’s throat, terrible-tasting tic-tacs that Jazz told him were aspirin only after Thorny chewed them up, and the very unkind removal of Thorny’s dress that involved a lot of spinning.
“Horrible,” Thorny whispers at the dark face looming over him.
“I know you feel that way now, but it’ll get better. I’ll get you more aspirin and you need to eat.” Jazz leans down and kisses Thorny’s forehead. “Come on and get up.”
So, OK, maybe he’s not completely mean.
This day is going to suck, though.
And then Thorny remembers that he tried to seduce his husband at a party in front of all his friends and some of his family.
“Oh, God, no,” he whispers and feels his face heat up. He pulls the covers back over his head, deciding the new mission is to stay right here forever.
He’s never drinking again.
And that is how I spent Halloween