8. Evan #4
“Yeah?” He beamed, his entire demeanor going from shy to radiant. “Want to see more?”
I nodded, not trusting that my voice wouldn’t crack like I was back in middle school.
He sprang into the dressing room.
“Wow,” Vlado muttered.
“Yeah.” I loosened my tie as a flush of heat crept up my neck.
“Okay, this one is a bit out there,” Nick called.
“This isn’t an airport, you don’t need to announce your arrival,” Vlado teased. “Just come out and show us.”
The door swung open and Nick stepped out in a short, pleated black skirt with a deep slit up the side of his right thigh, fishnet stockings, gothic-style combat boots, and a fitted tuxedo shirt with a strappy black harness-style belt that went over his shoulders, crisscrossed over his abdomen, and had two garter sections that fit around his thighs.
“Whoa.” I shifted in my seat as my cock hardened. “You look… wow .”
He smiled, but it was reserved. “Are you against makeup on guys?”
“Not at all.”
His grin widened, his features relaxing.
“Oh phew. ’Cause if I was wearing this out I’d add some dark eyeliner, maybe a smudgy-smokey cat eye, and a neutral lip stain.
And this super cute fake nose ring I got because I hate needles and almost passed out while watching my friend get her hoo-ha pierced. ”
“Her what?” Vlado looked a bit stunned.
“Her hoo-ha. Snickerdoodle? Her va-jay-jay—”
“Got it.” Vlado made a gurgling sound as he swallowed his laugh. “And she wanted you there while she did it?”
“As her safe person.” He shrugged and fingered the buckle of the belt. “Most of my girl friends think of me as their safe gay bestie, even though I’m not gay. I’m just…nonthreatening. And that’s good because I want to be a safe person. But yeah. That look, plus this outfit, is how I’d wear it.”
I had to blink a few times to circle back to talking about his clothes and not his statements about how the people in his life perceive him.
“I really like these kinds of belts.” He smoothed his hand over the thick strap that circled his waist. “The ones I have are fake leather or plastic and have sharp edges that kinda hurt and dig into me. This one is so soft it’s like I’m not even wearing it.”
“How many colors does it come in?” I asked.
“Four…”
“Get all of them.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.”
Happily, he twirled around and hurried back into the dressing room.
“You okay?” I asked Vlado. He’d spent the last few minutes staring at a spot on the floor in front of him with a blank look on his face.
He shook his head, then glanced up. “Yeah. Fine. I’m just…”
“Having a bit of a sexual crisis?” I chuckled at his gobsmacked expression.
He scrubbed a hand through his dark hair. “Little bit. I never realized the stuff I like on women could look that good on a man. Or at least on a man who looks like him.”
Vlado’s type was goth girls and metalheads and had been since we were teenagers. The aesthetic had never really appealed to me in the past, but I was a fan of Nick’s version.
Nick had the uncanny ability to walk the line between masculine and feminine without shifting into androgynous. It amazed me how he could look pretty and delicate in a traditional suit, but still not seem feminine. And now, he’d proven he could be masculine and handsome in a skirt and stockings.
He was a true chameleon when it came to his look, and his personality. How much of that was because of his background in theater and dance, and how much of it was because he felt the need to hide who he was from people? How much of it was because he could hide who he was from people?
“Wait, hold that thought!” Nick shouted excitedly. The door to his dressing room flew open and he rushed toward us. “Am I about to inspire a bi-awakening?”
“Maybe?” Vlado shifted the empty sandwich platter on his lap so it covered his crotch.
“Eeek!” Nick clapped his hands. “I have soooo many hot friends I can introduce you to if you wanna give dick a chance.”
“Slow down there, speedy.” Vlado smiled affectionately. “I’m still straight, just…realizing things aren’t as binary as I thought they were.”
“Is that code for your dick is confused but you aren’t?”
“Pretty much.”
“Too bad. You’d do well if you dipped your dick into the dude pool. The bad-boy hottie look you’ve got going on is super in right now.”
A rush of jealousy moved through me as Nick complimented Vlado, but faded as he turned his gaze to me.
“Do you like it?” he asked.
Slowly, I traced my gaze down his frame and took in the full effect of the outfit.
He’d layered a sheer bodysuit with an opaque flame pattern on it under a red-and-black-striped silk suit.
The jacket and matching pants were slim fit and hugged every curve of his amazing body while the flames on the bodycon drew the eye to his fit pecs as they mimicked a bra pattern.
He’d finished off the look with a pair of black high-top dress shoes.
“You look incredible.” I didn’t bother hiding the bulge in my pants as my throbbing cock twitched toward him.
Grinning, he hurried back into the dressing room.
The next half dozen outfits were just as sultry and flattering as the others, and I was dizzy with desire when he peeked his head out of the room and called my name.
“Yes?” I walked over to him.
“I want to show you this next one, but I don’t think it’s appropriate for Vlado to see.”
“Do you want me to come in?”
“Mmhm.” He stepped back.
I closed the door behind me.
He toyed with the belt of the silk robe he had on. “I really like this one, but it might be too much.”
“I’m sure it isn’t.” I leaned against the door. “Will you show me?”
He tugged the belt loose and pushed the robe off his shoulders. It fluttered to the floor and puddled at his feet.
“Nicky…” I hissed as blood pounded in my... everywhere .
The shimmery black panties and matching bralette looked incredible against his tanned skin, but it was the complicated pattern of glittering straps circling his torso and connecting the pieces I couldn’t look away from.
The set had been designed for women, but it looked amazing on him.
“I like wearing stuff like this under boring clothes.” He smoothed the cups of the bralette against his pecs. “Like my work uniform.” He licked his lips, tucking the bottom one briefly in between his teeth. “Or a suit.”
“I have a better place I’ll take you to.” My voice cracked on the last word.
“Better place?”
“One that has an entire selection of clothing exactly like that, only made for men.”
“Really?” His eyes gleamed. “They have those kinds of stores? I’ve only ever been able to find stuff for guys online, and the sizing is always a nightmare on those sites.”
“I know someone who has a boutique that carries lingerie and fetish wear for men. I’ll take you when I have a break in my schedule.”
“Are you sure? This is already too much.”
“Does it make you happy?” I asked, stepping into his space.
“Yes.” He peered up at me shyly.
Nick was only a few inches shorter than me, but he seemed small and delicate when he looked at me like that.
“Then that’s all you need to care about.” I drew him close and gave him a sweet kiss.
He moaned and pressed his hardening cock against my erection.
I tried to pull away, but he held on and swept his tongue into my mouth, deepening the kiss.
“Is there anything I can do to thank you?” he whispered against my lips. “Maybe you could put this this”—he cupped my cock—“somewhere new and fun.”
Alarm bells went off in my head as he kissed me again, cutting through the haze of my arousal. I broke away. “Are you asking me to fuck you?”
“Maybe.” He squeezed my dick.
“What happened to wanting it to be special?”
“Well, buying me a full wardrobe is pretty special. I think you deserve a reward.”
“I’ll take another kiss, but nothing more.”
“What?” He scrunched his face up in confusion, and hurt. “You don’t want me?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But you don’t want to fuck me?”
“I didn’t say that either.” I pulled him tighter and put my lips to his ear. “I want you, Nick. Make no mistake about that. But I didn’t bring you here because I expected anything from you. I did it because I wanted to.”
“But…” He shuddered as I kissed his neck, just under his ear. “You’re spending all this money—”
I cut him off with another quick peck. “I am, but it’s my choice to do so. I never want you to think you need to repay me for anything, especially not with sex. If I do something, it’s because I want to. A thank-you, a smile, and a kiss is reward enough.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “You’re more than your body, Nicky.”
He blinked rapidly, his eyes veiling with something I couldn’t make out. “Thanks, Ev. No one has ever said anything like that to me before. It’s usually… It doesn’t matter. But thank you. For today, and for not being a creep.”
I dropped a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. “Is that the last of it?”
“Yeah. Is it okay that I got some cozy clothes too? I can show them to you so you can approve them—”
“Of course it’s okay. I told you to get a full wardrobe. That includes cozy clothes. Are you ready to go?”
He untangled himself from my arms. “Yeah. I’m actually shopped out. I think this is only the second time that’s happened.”
“When was the first?”
“When my friend got married last year and I went dress shopping with her and her bridesmaids. Thirteen of them, all with different body types and comfort levels. And a bride who tried on over seventy dresses in two days and insisted on going to five stores to see all her options before going with the third dress she tried on. That was a long-ass weekend.”
“Thankfully Emily’s friend designed her wedding dresses so I’ve only had to go along to fittings. Now, how about you get dressed, I’ll handle everything up front, and we go to dinner?”
“Okay.” He looked down at the lingerie he still had on. “What should I do with this? I can’t really give it back now that I got excited in it.”
“Wear it under your clothes so I can picture it on you during dinner.”
“Yeah?” He grinned. “You’d like that?”
“Very much,” I said, my voice a low rumble.
“I’ll be out in a few.” He pecked a kiss against my jaw, then shooed me out of the room.
Still a bit dazed and reeling from what just happened with Nick, I made my way to Bridgette’s office to settle my bill and arrange for delivery.