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And Sometimes Boys Will Be Girls
Here's my entry for the makeup challenge...in just under the limit at 991 words. These shorts are really hard for a novelist!!
There are holes in the logic of this piece, one big one in fact, but if I don't stop asking myself questions, I won't be able to make it in under the 1000 words. Anyway, I'll stop babbling and let it go. So here it is...
“I can’t believe you would lie to me!”
This was the last thing I ever expected to happen in this relationship.
I’m not talking about coming home an hour early and finding my male lover in a red wig and a dress slipping out of a pair of sling-back pumps. Okay, I didn’t really expect that either, but I never, ever expected Benton Fraser to lie to me. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s not like he outright lied to me. It’s one of those lies of oppress—omnipre—omission, lies of omission things.
“Ray, can you at least see the reasoning behind it?”
The dress? No, but that conversation was for later. Now we had to get to the ‘why didn’t you tell me’ part. “Ben, we’re partners. What does partners mean?”
Instead of scratching his eyebrow, he tosses his long, red hair behind his shoulder, but I see it for the same kind of thing. He’s nervous and exasperated. Makes me wonder if he remembers what I said to him.
“Partners means sharing, Ray.”
Wow. He does listen. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at him. “That’s right. So why did you feel the need to not share this little tidbit about yourself with me? I have had your dick in my mouth, mister, and you didn’t think it was important to tell me that you do the occasional tuck and tape with it?”
“Well, Ray, it’s not actually tape—“
A pointed jab of index and little fingers effectively cuts Fraser off mid-correction. “Do not get semantic on me right now, Fraser. Now is not the time.”
“Of course, Ray. I apologize.”
I watch him turn towards the bathroom and kind of slump in there to release the ties that bind, so to speak. He’s going to clam up and bury a piece of himself if I don’t speak up. I don’t want him to hide anything from me. He lets me be exactly who I am. He needs to know that he has a safe place to be exactly who he is when he’s with me. So I follow him into the bathroom.
The turquoise dress gets unbuttoned and he steps out of it, hanging it on the hook by the door for now. The thing that nipped in his waist came unhooked first. Then he unhooked the bra and shrugged, letting the straps slip forward while he caught the cups and the fake boobs in his hands. The pantyhose come off, too, leaving him naked except what he's wearing to keep himself tucked away.
“Look, Ben, I’m not mad at you for dressing up in women’s clothes. I’m mad because this is an important part of you and you didn’t tell me about it.”
“Ray, we’ve only been involved romantically for two weeks. Prior to that, my alternate wardrobe was simply something I didn’t feel was necessarily a component of our friendship. Since then, I’ve been trying to find a delicate way of presenting it. It’s not an easy subject to bring up,” he pointed out, offering a handful of women’s undergarments as evidence.
Now, see, I’m a detective and I totally got what he was trying to say to me.
“Ben, you don’t need to be afraid of telling me anything. Communication, remember? We gotta keep it going or we’re gonna be right back at the Henry Allen again. And damn it, Ben, I don’t want to hit you ever again. It hurt too damn much.”
“Indeed it did.” I can’t see his face because it’s tipped forward and hidden by a curtain of fake red hair while he takes off the wig. But I can hear that he regrets that as much as I do. Hurt more to throw the damn punch than it did to take it.
“See, when we both have all the information, we got communication with out words, but we have to share the information.”
I move behind Ben and put my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. He looks more like my Ben now. I stare at our faces in the mirror for a minute and grin at him. “You know, the eyeliner is kinda hot on you.”
I let one of my hands wander down towards his crotch while I talk to him, loving when his eyes shutter closed as I come in contact with something that feels a little like a dance belt.
“We need to let the boys out to breathe, don’t you think?” I ask, rubbing the tight spandex covering. I don’t rub too much. I don’t want to get him too worked up while he’s tucked under. But I get him to grunt before I tuck my hands into the waistband and shove it down over his hips.
While I gently roll his cock and balls in one hand, letting them air out a bit, I splay the other hand on his chest and hug him hard, closing my eyes and smelling him. “I’m sorry I yelled, Ben.”
“I’m sorry I hid from you, Ray.”
The husk in his voice makes me look in the mirror again. His face is clean except for the eyeliner. Somehow, he looks more naked than usual, like his last secret has been laid bare for me. I can’t look away from his eyes as I start to massage and pull on him while he gets hard in my hand.
We don’t make it to the bedroom. We stand there in front of the mirror and I jack him off so he shoots into the sink and I shoot all over the small of his back, my jeans and briefs around my knees. But we’re good now, we’re great, and neither of us are hiding.
As we snuggle in bed that night, I smile to myself and wonder if Miss Fraser would let me take her out for dinner. Could be fun.
There are holes in the logic of this piece, one big one in fact, but if I don't stop asking myself questions, I won't be able to make it in under the 1000 words. Anyway, I'll stop babbling and let it go. So here it is...
“I can’t believe you would lie to me!”
This was the last thing I ever expected to happen in this relationship.
I’m not talking about coming home an hour early and finding my male lover in a red wig and a dress slipping out of a pair of sling-back pumps. Okay, I didn’t really expect that either, but I never, ever expected Benton Fraser to lie to me. Yeah, yeah, yeah. It’s not like he outright lied to me. It’s one of those lies of oppress—omnipre—omission, lies of omission things.
“Ray, can you at least see the reasoning behind it?”
The dress? No, but that conversation was for later. Now we had to get to the ‘why didn’t you tell me’ part. “Ben, we’re partners. What does partners mean?”
Instead of scratching his eyebrow, he tosses his long, red hair behind his shoulder, but I see it for the same kind of thing. He’s nervous and exasperated. Makes me wonder if he remembers what I said to him.
“Partners means sharing, Ray.”
Wow. He does listen. But that doesn’t mean I’m not still mad at him. “That’s right. So why did you feel the need to not share this little tidbit about yourself with me? I have had your dick in my mouth, mister, and you didn’t think it was important to tell me that you do the occasional tuck and tape with it?”
“Well, Ray, it’s not actually tape—“
A pointed jab of index and little fingers effectively cuts Fraser off mid-correction. “Do not get semantic on me right now, Fraser. Now is not the time.”
“Of course, Ray. I apologize.”
I watch him turn towards the bathroom and kind of slump in there to release the ties that bind, so to speak. He’s going to clam up and bury a piece of himself if I don’t speak up. I don’t want him to hide anything from me. He lets me be exactly who I am. He needs to know that he has a safe place to be exactly who he is when he’s with me. So I follow him into the bathroom.
The turquoise dress gets unbuttoned and he steps out of it, hanging it on the hook by the door for now. The thing that nipped in his waist came unhooked first. Then he unhooked the bra and shrugged, letting the straps slip forward while he caught the cups and the fake boobs in his hands. The pantyhose come off, too, leaving him naked except what he's wearing to keep himself tucked away.
“Look, Ben, I’m not mad at you for dressing up in women’s clothes. I’m mad because this is an important part of you and you didn’t tell me about it.”
“Ray, we’ve only been involved romantically for two weeks. Prior to that, my alternate wardrobe was simply something I didn’t feel was necessarily a component of our friendship. Since then, I’ve been trying to find a delicate way of presenting it. It’s not an easy subject to bring up,” he pointed out, offering a handful of women’s undergarments as evidence.
Now, see, I’m a detective and I totally got what he was trying to say to me.
“Ben, you don’t need to be afraid of telling me anything. Communication, remember? We gotta keep it going or we’re gonna be right back at the Henry Allen again. And damn it, Ben, I don’t want to hit you ever again. It hurt too damn much.”
“Indeed it did.” I can’t see his face because it’s tipped forward and hidden by a curtain of fake red hair while he takes off the wig. But I can hear that he regrets that as much as I do. Hurt more to throw the damn punch than it did to take it.
“See, when we both have all the information, we got communication with out words, but we have to share the information.”
I move behind Ben and put my arms around his waist, resting my chin on his shoulder. He looks more like my Ben now. I stare at our faces in the mirror for a minute and grin at him. “You know, the eyeliner is kinda hot on you.”
I let one of my hands wander down towards his crotch while I talk to him, loving when his eyes shutter closed as I come in contact with something that feels a little like a dance belt.
“We need to let the boys out to breathe, don’t you think?” I ask, rubbing the tight spandex covering. I don’t rub too much. I don’t want to get him too worked up while he’s tucked under. But I get him to grunt before I tuck my hands into the waistband and shove it down over his hips.
While I gently roll his cock and balls in one hand, letting them air out a bit, I splay the other hand on his chest and hug him hard, closing my eyes and smelling him. “I’m sorry I yelled, Ben.”
“I’m sorry I hid from you, Ray.”
The husk in his voice makes me look in the mirror again. His face is clean except for the eyeliner. Somehow, he looks more naked than usual, like his last secret has been laid bare for me. I can’t look away from his eyes as I start to massage and pull on him while he gets hard in my hand.
We don’t make it to the bedroom. We stand there in front of the mirror and I jack him off so he shoots into the sink and I shoot all over the small of his back, my jeans and briefs around my knees. But we’re good now, we’re great, and neither of us are hiding.
As we snuggle in bed that night, I smile to myself and wonder if Miss Fraser would let me take her out for dinner. Could be fun.
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A cross-dressed Fraser is right up my alley. And the ending is...um...sizzling. So go you.
:-)
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