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nipple would be. “It’s not fun anymore. I still like wearing skirts and dresses, but all the rest of it— It’s different to do it for a living.” He sighed, making sure his breath pushed through the thin fabric of the dress shirt to warm Roscoe’s skin.
“You were right. I’m not cut out to be a drag queen.” Long fi ngers sifted through his hair as a chin came to rest on top of his head. “This isn’t just because of what happened tonight with the stalker?”
“No. I’m not worried about Joshua.” He wasn’t, not anymore.
Now that he’d calmed down, he was pretty sure Joshua was intense, but harmless. “I’ve felt this way for a long time. Just—” he laughed “—certain things in the last two days have made it impossible to ignore.”
“Are you sure? We could work on your act…?” Shawn nipped that line of thought by glaring up at Roscoe.
“Don’t start.”
“What? You’ve got the basics. With a little work we could—”
He slipped his hand over Roscoe’s mouth. “Quit it, you. You’ll spoil the mood.”
Roscoe smiled behind Shawn’s hand. He caught Shawn’s wrist and kissed his palm. “Wouldn’t want to do that.”
“That’s better. Besides, you offered me a new job, and I think I like Shakespeare better.”
A cloud of worry that Shawn hadn’t even been aware was there dissolved away from Roscoe’s face. Smiling, he pressed Shawn’s palm to his cheek. “Will you come home?” ENCORE! ENCORE! 51
Shawn had to smile. “Home” sounded so right. “Convince me.”
That devious glint sparkled in the depths of Roscoe’s black eyes. He slid one hand down Shawn’s back to cup his ass, slipping the fi ngers of the other into the hair at the back of Shawn’s skull.
“And how might I do that?” He leaned in to nuzzle Shawn’s cheek.
Shawn let his head fall back, supported by Roscoe’s hand. “I think you’ve got the idea.”
He let Roscoe tilt his head, exposing his neck to further nuzzling and nipping. Lifting his leg, he wrapped it around Roscoe’s thigh so his growing erection could make itself known.
Roscoe must have noticed because his grip on Shawn’s ass tightened, pulling the smaller man up on his toes so their groins could fi t together. Shawn helped by sliding his arms up around Roscoe’s neck, hanging on tightly.
Roscoe’s lips reached Shawn’s, brushing softly, teasing.
“Should we take this upstairs?” he asked, his breath as much a caress as his lips.
“Yeah.”
Reluctantly, slowly, they released each other, caressing and kissing the entire time. Much as he loved going at it hot and heavy, Shawn was pleased at the slow pace. It seemed fi tting.
He led the way to and up the circular staircase, taking his time and putting an extra sway to his hips to catch Roscoe’s attention.
A quarter of the way up the stairs, he pulled off his hoodie.
“Nice,” Roscoe murmured, spreading an appreciative hand over Shawn’s lower back.
“I’ve kept in shape.”
“That you have.”
They reached the landing, and Shawn almost made it to the side of the bed before Roscoe hooked his waist from behind. He stopped, then happily melted back into the taller man as strong hands stroked around his sides to his belly, to the waistband of his 52 Mykles ~ Much Ado
jeans. Clever fi ngers made quick work of the button fl y, soft lips skated up and down Shawn’s neck. Shawn turned as Roscoe sank to his knees, kissing and licking his way down Shawn’s torso.
Roscoe chuckled when he found what was inside Shawn’s jeans. “I like,” he murmured, tracing the delicate edges of the lace thong.
Shawn shrugged. “Makes me feel pretty.”
“Mmmm.” While pulling down Shawn’s jeans, Roscoe pressed his face to the bulge of the thong. It wasn’t a gaff so his cock was up close and personal, straining the sturdy Lycra mix of the fabric under the lace. He gasped when Roscoe tongued the head of his cock, just peeking out beneath the top band. “Very
“You were right. I’m not cut out to be a drag queen.” Long fi ngers sifted through his hair as a chin came to rest on top of his head. “This isn’t just because of what happened tonight with the stalker?”
“No. I’m not worried about Joshua.” He wasn’t, not anymore.
Now that he’d calmed down, he was pretty sure Joshua was intense, but harmless. “I’ve felt this way for a long time. Just—” he laughed “—certain things in the last two days have made it impossible to ignore.”
“Are you sure? We could work on your act…?” Shawn nipped that line of thought by glaring up at Roscoe.
“Don’t start.”
“What? You’ve got the basics. With a little work we could—”
He slipped his hand over Roscoe’s mouth. “Quit it, you. You’ll spoil the mood.”
Roscoe smiled behind Shawn’s hand. He caught Shawn’s wrist and kissed his palm. “Wouldn’t want to do that.”
“That’s better. Besides, you offered me a new job, and I think I like Shakespeare better.”
A cloud of worry that Shawn hadn’t even been aware was there dissolved away from Roscoe’s face. Smiling, he pressed Shawn’s palm to his cheek. “Will you come home?” ENCORE! ENCORE! 51
Shawn had to smile. “Home” sounded so right. “Convince me.”
That devious glint sparkled in the depths of Roscoe’s black eyes. He slid one hand down Shawn’s back to cup his ass, slipping the fi ngers of the other into the hair at the back of Shawn’s skull.
“And how might I do that?” He leaned in to nuzzle Shawn’s cheek.
Shawn let his head fall back, supported by Roscoe’s hand. “I think you’ve got the idea.”
He let Roscoe tilt his head, exposing his neck to further nuzzling and nipping. Lifting his leg, he wrapped it around Roscoe’s thigh so his growing erection could make itself known.
Roscoe must have noticed because his grip on Shawn’s ass tightened, pulling the smaller man up on his toes so their groins could fi t together. Shawn helped by sliding his arms up around Roscoe’s neck, hanging on tightly.
Roscoe’s lips reached Shawn’s, brushing softly, teasing.
“Should we take this upstairs?” he asked, his breath as much a caress as his lips.
“Yeah.”
Reluctantly, slowly, they released each other, caressing and kissing the entire time. Much as he loved going at it hot and heavy, Shawn was pleased at the slow pace. It seemed fi tting.
He led the way to and up the circular staircase, taking his time and putting an extra sway to his hips to catch Roscoe’s attention.
A quarter of the way up the stairs, he pulled off his hoodie.
“Nice,” Roscoe murmured, spreading an appreciative hand over Shawn’s lower back.
“I’ve kept in shape.”
“That you have.”
They reached the landing, and Shawn almost made it to the side of the bed before Roscoe hooked his waist from behind. He stopped, then happily melted back into the taller man as strong hands stroked around his sides to his belly, to the waistband of his 52 Mykles ~ Much Ado
jeans. Clever fi ngers made quick work of the button fl y, soft lips skated up and down Shawn’s neck. Shawn turned as Roscoe sank to his knees, kissing and licking his way down Shawn’s torso.
Roscoe chuckled when he found what was inside Shawn’s jeans. “I like,” he murmured, tracing the delicate edges of the lace thong.
Shawn shrugged. “Makes me feel pretty.”
“Mmmm.” While pulling down Shawn’s jeans, Roscoe pressed his face to the bulge of the thong. It wasn’t a gaff so his cock was up close and personal, straining the sturdy Lycra mix of the fabric under the lace. He gasped when Roscoe tongued the head of his cock, just peeking out beneath the top band. “Very
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