Chapter 10
TEN
JACKSON
Ken doll: Hey, I just finished watching TRHPS and I have no idea what I just saw but it was fun and weird and I loved it. Can't wait to see you in that outfit tomorrow night, btw. Winky face emoji. Any chance you’re able to come over tonight after rehearsal? It's been forever. Sad face emoji.
Me: It’s been one day
Ken doll: A whole day! I want you to ride me again. That was so fucking hot
I can’t help chuckling at his neediness, and his honesty. The way he doesn’t beat around the bush, and just says things. I fucking love it.
Me: I can’t make it tonight, doll. practice and then bed for me with opening night being tomorrow.
I don’t intend to keep going but I add: I think I might be coming down with something so I’m taking VitC and zinc and crashing as soon as I can. I don’t want him to think I don’t want to be with him because I do, more than anything.
Ken doll: Shit, is that my fault? Yesterday?
God, he’s so sweet.
Me: I've been pushing myself pretty hard lately so it could be anything. I’m not blaming you
Ken doll: I'm sorry just the same. Good luck at rehearsal.
Me: Thanks
Two hours later we’re on a fifteen minute break before we run through the entire show one more time. I’m fucking exhausted, as is everyone else, but we’re powering through, determined to make this show an unforgettable one for our audience. I chug some water and then take a pit stop in the bathroom, where I lock myself in a stall and dial Preston’s number.
“Hey, Tinkerbell,” he answers on the first ring. “Thought you were busy?”
“I am, I just —-” I just what? Wanted to hear your voice? Can’t get you out of my head? Miss you? God, I can’t say any of those things. “I just wanted to make up for not being able to be there tonight.”
“What do you mean? You don’t owe me anything.”
“I know, but I like making you feel good.” I hear his breath hitch.
“Yeah?”
I grin. My voice is deeper when I ask, “Are you at home?”
“Yes.”
“Good. I don’t have much time but I want you to do something for me.”
“What?”
“Take your clothes off.”
“I like where this is going,” he says, and I chuckle.
“Are you naked, beautiful?”
“Yeah,” he breathes.
“Grab the dildo and the fleshlight from your nightstand. Lube too. Then lie on your back.” I hear movement and then a drawer opening and closing.
“Okay.” His voice is breathy and labored.
“Slick up your fingers and stretch yourself.”
“Right now? With you on the phone?”
“Yes, doll, right now. Don’t keep me waiting.”
“Shit.” I hear a moan a moment later that goes straight to my cock and it twitches in the panties that I’m wearing as a part of my costume. I use my free hand to pull them down so that my dick is free. It’s getting harder and harder with the noises he’s making. “Shit, Jax, so good.”
“Get yourself good and stretched and then fuck yourself with the dildo, nice and slow.”
Another groan and a whimper. “Nnngggg. Wish it was you, Tinkerbell.”
“Feel good?” My voice is raspy and I’m rock hard, my libido making me forget about everything but the noises he’s making and how much I wish I was buried inside him right now.
“Yes. Fuck.”
“You got your legs spread wide for me, baby? Is that pretty little hole on display?”
“Yes, fuck Jax, I’m so hard for you right now.”
I hum, stroking myself.
“Are you hard for me, too?” he asks.
“Yeah, doll, I’m hard.”
“Fuck, that’s hot.” He lets out another string of moans and whimpers that have my dick straining and leaking profusely. I rest my head back on the stall wall and close my eyes, imagining him now, that gorgeous toned body, his head thrown back in pleasure as he works himself with the dildo, legs apart and hole fluttering, precum dripping onto those chiseled abs. “Are you touching yourself?”
“I am. My dick wants that ass so bad,” I tell him, and he whimpers, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to my aching balls. “Wanna bury myself inside that pretty hole, and have it choking my cock when you come for me, beautiful. Wanna feel that perfect body against mine. That gorgeous cock in my mouth. Wanna make you moan and beg for me, gorgeous.”
“Fuck,” he cries out. “Jax, please.”
“Yeah, just like that, doll. Get the fleshlight and use it but don’t come inside it. Fuck it really good, and imagine it’s my mouth around you, okay?”
“Oh, shit,” I hear a moment later, and I moan at the image of him fucking himself on the dildo and jerking himself off with the fleshlight, moving his body to chase the pleasure from both ends, feet planted on the mattress.
“I need to come, Jax, please.”
“Fuck, baby, you’re gonna make me come so hard. Love the noises you make, love hearing you beg.”
That draws another needy whine out of him and I know he can’t hold back. “Get rid of the flesh light and fuck your fist until you come,” I order. I stroke myself as I listen, my orgasm barreling up on me as he cries out my name, panting and gasping. I shoot my release all over the stall door and watch as it slides down and leaks onto the floor. I snap a picture and send it to him. My phone dings a second later with an image from him, and holy fuck, it’s almost enough to make me hard all over again.
I groan as I gaze at the thick pool of cum covering his abs and chest, his dick still semi hard.
Ken doll: That was amazing if you can’t tell
Me: Same, gotta go, see you tomorrow night
Ken doll: Night
Me: Night, doll
PRESTON
The following evening is the opening night of The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and I’m standing in the kitchen chugging a glass of water when Chris comes out of his bedroom dressed in purple skin tight pants that hug his ass and thighs, a black shirt, and a very bright red sparkling jacket. He looks absolutely ridiculous and amazing at the same time. His facial hair is thicker than it was a few days ago and I’m liking it. I’ve never even really noticed it before, but I guess having a bi-awakening does that to you.
“What the hell are you wearing?” I ask with a grin, and his gaze meets mine. God, he really is handsome, with dark eyes and full lips.
“What the hell are you wearing?” he volleys, and I glance down at my jeans and casual white button up.
“Um, normal clothes.”
“Yeah, exactly, dude. This is The Rocky Horror Picture Show . Trust me, I’m gonna fit in more than you in this crowd. Most of the audience will be either dressed like me in some form or dressed up as the characters.”
I blink. “Seriously?”
“Hell, yeah. It’s half the fun of a live performance.”
“I don’t have anything like that,” I say, nodding to his outfit.
“Come in my room. I got you.”
I set my glass down and follow him across the living space to his bedroom. He glides over to the closet and reaches inside, tossing out a long sleeved red mesh shirt and black leather pants.
“Um,” I say, eyeing the items. “Really?”
“Yeah, really. What’s wrong?”
“I just don’t know if I can pull that off. I mean, they’d look great on you, but…”
He grins. “You’ll be fine. Get dressed.”
I don’t bother to leave, just strip out of my clothes and into his. We’re the same size so his clothes fit me perfectly but I’m still skeptical, and the mesh material feels weird against my skin. I also just feel strange wearing something see through to anywhere that isn’t a bar or a club, or some wild college party.
He clears his throat once I’ve got both items on. “You look good.”
I meet his gaze again. “Really? Because I feel ridiculous.”
“If you don’t believe me, take a look for yourself.” He gestures to his free standing mirror and I turn around. A smile splits my face.
“Yeah, okay, maybe you’re right.” My tattoos on display under the mesh shirt are pretty cool and these pants make my ass look amazing. “Might freeze my balls off but it’s worth it.”
“You’ll be inside, and you’re wearing a coat. Stop whining and let's go.”
I grin and we head for the door, grabbing our coats and sliding our shoes on. Since I’m treating him I drive us to the theater and we make our way inside.
Holy hell, Chris wasn’t kidding. Everyone is dressed up. Even under all the winter coats I can spot students and staff wearing costumes, and I’m far from the only one in mesh. There’s lots of lace and fishnets happening too. And people went all out. There’s dozens of Dr. Frank-N-Furters walking around in the lobby, as well as Magenta, Riff Raff, Columbia, Brad, Janet and Eddie, and others.
“Jesus,” I whisper.
“Told you,” Chris grins. I’m kinda trying to take everything in since I’ve never actually been to a theater performance here before. The ground floor is swarming with guests, and there’s two sets of stairs leading up to the theater entrance on the second floor, with another lobby area outside the doors that’s just as full of people waiting in line for the doors to open. I’m glad I got tickets when I did because I think this might be a sell out.
We move through the line once the doors open and show the usher our tickets. They hand us programs and ask if we need any help finding our seats. Chris, who’s been here before without me, assures them we’re good and I follow him.
We remove our coats and sit. There’s about fifteen minutes before the show starts and I open the program, flipping past the show dates and times, location of the performance, production credits and the director’s note, to get to the cast list. It’s in order of speaking, so Jackson doesn’t show up right away, but when I spot him I can’t help smiling. They have the actors’ names and a small biography for everyone, and I read through his. I can’t believe I never knew his last name until now. Jackson Bardot. Why do I like the sound of that so much?
“Reading about your guy?” Chris asks, glancing at my program. I can’t help grinning widely. “Anything you didn’t know?”
It says he is from California, is a theater major and other than acting, loves running, dancing, watching trashy reality shows, spending time with his friends, and Lord of the Rings . I have to smile at that last one. “Other than his last name, no,” I reply.
We read about the other actors as we wait for the show to start, and I can’t help but feel on the edge of my seat when the curtain pulls back.
The audience is thoroughly engaged the entire time. They’re shouting out lines, singing along with the songs, and I’m ushered out of my seat when the Time Warp song starts and everyone gathers in the aisles to join in, some spectators even being pulled onto the stage to join the actors. It’s seriously the most fun I’ve had in a long time, and I’m non-stop grinning from ear to ear.
That is until a second curtain pulls back, “Brad” and “Janet” fall to the floor, and “Dr. Frank-N-Furter” saunters onto the stage wrapped in his black cloak, and singing. Jackson’s voice is so incredibly good I’m struck dumb, and he looks amazing, his dark hair a bit wild and his stage makeup on, making him the spitting image of the iconic character, with the thick eyeshadow, full red lips and pearls around his neck.
I know what to expect from having seen the movie, or at least I think I do. But when Jackson whips his cloak aside I’m pretty sure my heart stops and my cock jerks at the same time. Holy fucking shit, he’s hot in his costume. The tights, the panties, the heels, and that fucking corset clinging to his slender, pale frame.
He’s a vision to watch, not just his beautiful, fluid body as he moves across the stage, but the way he embodies the character, making him come to life for everyone in the audience. Every actor gives a top notch performance but Jackson stands out above all of them. He comes alive on stage and it’s plain to see how much he loves it. The crowd is drawn to his passion and enthusiasm.
I can’t help thinking what it would be like to have him spanking me in that outfit. Fucking me in it. Hot damn.
The show ends with a standing ovation and I can’t stop cheering and clapping for Jackson, and the rest of the cast.
The lights come up and we make our way up the stairs and out after the director comes on stage to tell us that the cast will be out in the lobby to shake hands and greet people.
There’s a huge crowd of people outside already and I have to look around for a bit before I spot Jackson on the upper level of the lobby with people crowded around him. I notice Parker and Rory saying hi and congratulating him. Rory gives him a hug, and then Lucy is there wrapping her arms around him, a huge smile on her face. It’s clear how much both of them love him.
I wait off to the side with Chris until the crowd has dispersed a bit before I make my way over to him. I’m not sure if he’ll want to see me just because he seems so convinced he can’t let anyone know about the nature of our relationship, but I am assuming that just talking to him won’t give anything away.
I can’t help the way my heart beats faster when he turns and sees me, and a grin breaks out across his gorgeous face. God, I wish I could kiss him.
“That was incredible,” Chris says, reaching out to shake Jackson’s hand. “You’re very talented.”
“Thank you,” Jackson rumbles in his deep voice. He sounds tired, and worn out, and I can’t tell if his voice is raspy from overuse or because he’s getting sick, but he still wears a smile.
“I’ll wait for you downstairs,” Chris tells me, squeezing my shoulder and then walking away.
There’s a few people milling about and other actors talking with guests, but I have Jackson to myself right now. I find myself having to shove my hands in my pockets so that I don’t reach for him.
“I like your outfit,” I tell him, and he gives me that sinful smirk. I take a step closer, but there’s still a good amount of space between us when I whisper, “I don’t suppose you could steal it to wear later?”
He chuckles. “Afraid not, doll.” Then he lowers his voice and steps a bit closer still. “But I’m sure I can find something similar if you like it so much.”
I grin. “You really were amazing. This whole thing was quite an experience.”
“An enjoyable one I hope.”
“Very.”
“I like your outfit, too, by the way,” he says. He keeps his arms crossed over his chest and I wonder if he’s having trouble not touching me, too.
“Chris lent me his clothes,” I admit. “Mine were not acceptable for this show.”
He laughs a little, but it turns into a cough rather quickly.
“Shit, you are getting sick,” I murmur. “Will you make it through the rest of the performances?”
He nods. “It’s not bad, so far. I just need to get home and get some sleep.”
“Yeah, of course.”
“I’ll um, I’ll probably be pretty busy the next few nights so it might be a while before…”
I shake my head. “Don’t worry about that. Like I said, you don’t owe me anything. Just take care of yourself and be the best bad ass Dr. Frank-N-Furter you can be.”
He gives me a soft smile and his eyes are a bit brighter now, too, though he’s clearly ready for bed.
“I’ll see you when I see you, then.”
He nods, and I walk away to find my friend.