Slut Around (fiction)

The prompt: a cross-dresser. Enjoy!

~*~

Elliot flashed his most charming grin at the waiter as the man dropped off two cold beer bottles and took away the empties.

Jason kicked him under the table. Hard. “Cut it out. I know we’re not a thing anymore, but if you ditch me for another bathroom blow job, I’ll cancel our Friday night bar hops indefinitely.”

Elliot turned his cheeky grin on Jason. “Why did we stop fucking?”

“You’re choice, babe. You wanted your freedom.”

“Oh right.” He raised his beer but didn’t take a sip. “The freedom to slut around.”

Jason rolled his eyes.

“Hey, I’m kidding.” He leaned over and kissed Jason’s cheek. “Different goals and dreams,” he said more seriously. “You’ll always be my bestie though.”

“Oh gods, please don’t start speaking like a teenage girl again.” Jason threw his hands over his eyes and groaned. “I’m not sure I’m up for one of your flamboyant moods.”

Elliot laughed, clinked his beer against Jason’s, and then drank deeply. As he lowered his bottle, his eyes widened. He grabbed Jason’s wrist and pulled his hand away from his face. In a stage whisper, he said, “Jase, check out that hottie.”

As Jason looked up, Elliot winked at the stranger. The man lounged in his seat, one arm thrown over the back of his chair, making his screen printed band t-shirt pull tight across his well toned chest. He raised one dark eyebrow and frowned at Elliot. His gaze drifted to the right and took in Jason.

“He’s checking you out,” Elliot said in the same stage whisper. The stranger’s dubious expression morphed into a half-lidded smirk and he nodded as if in agreement, never taking his eyes off of Jason.

“If you don’t go get him, Elliot said, “I’m going to.”

The stranger stood and walked around his table, his gaze intent on Jason.

“Nice, you can’t chicken out now.” Amusement painted Elliot’s words.

“Shut up, Elliot.”

“Whoa…”

No sooner did the word escape Elliot’s month than Jason thought the same thing. Whoa. Sexy… and in a short pleated skirt with lace trim. He must’ve lost a bet, but Jason couldn’t tear his eyes off of the outfit. The hem of the skirt was barely legal. Jason caught himself wondering what the man wore underneath – nothing would be nice, but…

He shook his head as the skirt stopped in front of him. Thoughts of a thick, excited package wrapped in lace wouldn’t leave his mind.

“Like it?” the stranger asked in a husky voice.

“Yes,” Elliot said.

Jason elbowed Elliot. “He was asking me,” he said.

“So answer him.”

Elliot propped his elbows on the table and rested his chin in his hands. Jason didn’t find the pose cute anymore, but – his gaze returned to the man in the skirt – he suddenly had much better things to look at.

“You lose a bet?” Jason asked.

The man laughed and pulled out an empty seat. He sat down and looked back and forth between Jason and Elliot. “Nope,” he said. “You two looking for a third?”

Jason recoiled but quickly recovered. “No. Been there, done that.” He glared at Elliot. “Or him, I should say.” He returned his gaze to the stranger, taking in the whole package from parted knees, to teasingly short skirt, to hard muscles all the way up his torso and down his arms, to the square jaw, sprinkled with dark stubble as if he groomed himself to have an eternal five o’clock shadow, to soft brown-black eyes and hair of the same color falling long over his brows and dancing back behind his ears. Lots of it.

Jason forced himself to breath. He liked having a good handful of hair to…

“Good,” the stranger said, interrupting Jason’s thoughts. “I don’t share. I don’t,” –he glanced at Elliot– “slut around.”

Elliot laughed, standing. “Sounds all kinds of boring. I’ll be on the dance floor. Have fun.” Jason stared after Elliot, surprised that he hadn’t made another play for the stranger.

“Still want him?”

With a start, Jason realized the man had moved closer, his mouth now close enough to feel his breath. Jason looked down at full lips, and threw caution to the wind. “Not at all,” he said. “I’m very much over him.”

“And slutting around?” Those sexy lips smiled and parted, revealing just a hint of teeth behind them.

“Has never been my thing.” Jason tore his eyes off the man’s mouth and looked into his eyes. “You?”

“I already said–”

Jason leaned forward, closing the distance and cutting off the man’s words with a swift kiss designed only to keep himself from chickening out and running for the safety of Elliot on the dance floor. What developed, however, was a different kind of kiss entirely. Tongues tangled, as both men moved into the union with soft whimpering moans. The stranger grabbed Jason’s biceps, pulling him closer. Jason let himself be led, easing from his own chair into the man’s lap. One hand landed on the stranger’s bare thigh beneath his ass, and the other looped around behind his neck, fingers drawing through hair, seeking purchase.

Before Jason remembered they were still in public, the stranger pulled his head back, but slipped his arms around Jason’s waist. “I’m Ward, by the way,” he said.

Jason laughed. “I usually get that before I kiss a guy.”

Ward smirked and brushed a light kiss over Jason’s lips. When he pulled back again, Jason blinked and tried to remember what he’d been saying. “Jason,” he said. “I’m…”

“Mine,” Ward said. He tightened his embrace and stood, setting Jason gently back on his feet. “That other guy is crazy to let you go.”

“Or you’re crazy for thinking so when we just met.”

Ward leaned in close, his lips brushing Jason’s ear as he spoke. “The way you were devouring me with just a look… I can’t wait to get you home and show you what other lace I own.” Jason gasped, and Ward chuckled. “But not tonight,” Ward said. “I don’t slut around.”

Jason laughed and held out a hand. For once, he was grateful for Elliot’s outrageous bar behavior. He broke the ice with this handsome man in lace. “Dance?”

“With pleasure,” Ward said. Jason let his lacey man lead him to the dance floor, skirt swishing and teasing around his thighs.

~*~

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