(Dianne) Fox Writes

The Clothes Make the Man… Crazy!
by Anah Crow & Dianne Fox

Halloween at the Tangerine Dream was a wild affair. Everyone was in costume, and the costumes were all elaborate affairs, everything from a statuesque Marilyn Monroe to a body-painted tabby cat to Little Red Riding Hood. That last, of course, was Jamie. He was all decked out in a shiny red corset and a skirt that wouldn’t have even come close to covering his ass, if it weren’t for the petticoats underneath.

He was over at the bar, leaning up on his toes and showing off his long legs encased in thigh-high stockings and knee-high boots. Jamie had great legs. Riaz wasn’t the only one who’d noticed. There were several men at the bar vying for Jamie’s attention, and Jamie was just lapping it up, laughing at everyone’s jokes and letting them push his velvety red hood back from his face.

Riaz was happy for him. Friends were there to get off with when there wasn’t anyone else around. Really. And there were plenty of people around. For Jamie. Riaz was feeling as dire as his wolf costume: an elegant tux complete with tails, ruffled, white shirt, and wolf mask. He tapped one polished shoe as he drank his martini — he didn’t even like martinis, and couldn’t remember why he’d thought it was a good idea — and gave up pretending that he wasn’t jealous.

They were supposed to be here together. Riaz had been hoping that it was together as friends-with-benefits instead of just as friends. Looked like Jamie was getting plenty of benefits without him; one of the dozen vampires here tonight slid a finger along the top of Jamie’s stocking. Riaz swallowed the rest of his drink so fast that he almost choked on the olive.

The music shifted to something he wasn’t going to make a fool of himself dancing to. Fine. He got up. Two could play at that game. He started for the dance floor but when he looked over his shoulder, he saw a lion leaning in to murmur in Jamie’s ear. God damn it. Riaz wheeled and headed for the bar.

“You promised me a dance,” he said flatly, shouldering through Jamie’s admirers. It wasn’t a lie. Jamie had said he’d make sure someone danced with Riaz, even if he had to do it himself.

Jamie’s mouth fell open; he looked as stunned as Red Riding Hood finding the wolf’s sharp teeth. And then he smiled, sassy and flirtatious all over again. “So I did. A promise is a promise.” Stepping away from the bar, he gave his admirers a cheery wave and moved in close to Riaz. “Ta-ta, boys. Time for Little Red to go see the Big Bad Wolf.”

Riaz slid an arm around Jamie’s waist on the way to the dance floor, pretending that he was making sure no one ran into Jamie. Jamie’s waist was small and sexy in the corset that Riaz had tightened for him at home, and fit perfectly in the curve of Riaz’s arm. Maybe this was all the fault of the costume, but Riaz hadn’t been this stirred up at home.

God, Jamie smelled good. Riaz could smell him over the sweat and spilled beer and dry ice clouds, Jamie’s familiar scent under some sweet perfume sample he’d decided he had to wear along with the costume. Riaz had no idea what was going on in his own head, just that something about Jamie was making him feel feral tonight.

Riaz could hardly look him in the eye by the time they got out on the dance floor. But that didn’t stop Riaz from pulling him close with one arm around his waist and the other resting on the upper curve of his ass. He rested his cheek against Jamie’s hair and breathed in how good he smelled, then he remembered how he’d felt when he’d seen other men’s hands on Jamie. He lifted his head to look around, to make sure they weren’t the object of other people’s eyes. Usually, watching Jamie pick up other men just made him shrug and order another beer. Tonight, he held Jamie against him and hoped Jamie couldn’t feel his erection through the layers of ruffled petticoats and skirt.

*

Jamie didn’t know what had gotten into Riaz tonight, but he certainly wasn’t complaining. He loved getting attention from Riaz. If he could figure out what he’d done to manage it tonight, he’d start taking notes. Usually, flirting with other guys didn’t faze Riaz in the least.

Jamie shrugged it off, for now, and focused on dancing with Riaz. That was another thing that wasn’t usual. Most of the time, Jamie had to beg, bribe, or threaten to get Riaz to set foot on a dance floor. He hadn’t needed to tonight, though, and he was sure as hell going to take advantage of it. He wound his arms around Riaz’s neck and pressed himself up against Riaz’s body, as close as he could get with all the petticoats in the way. That was a good start.

Riaz’s hand on his ass slipped lower and, sure enough, even through the petticoats Jamie could tell that Riaz was grabbing his ass with one strong hand. Riaz’s shirt was open at the throat — the bowtie was missing — but other than that he was still the image of the Big Bad Wolf from the sharp-eared, sharp-toothed mask to the glint in his eyes. The lion wasn’t giving up easily, hardly paying attention to the faerie with whom he was dancing. Riaz didn’t miss that and he actually growled at the man, his hand slipping down so that his fingers were pressed against the tender skin where Jamie’s ass met his thigh.

Jamie purred and wriggled his ass in Riaz’s grip. The lion had been charming, but given a choice, Jamie was always going to choose Riaz.

The growl turned into an answering purr and Riaz’s fingers slid along the curve of Jamie’s ass. “I’m not gonna tell you how hot you look,” he muttered in Jamie’s ear.

God, Jamie loved the way Riaz’s hand felt on his ass. “No?” Jamie tilted his head back so he could see Riaz’s face, giving a little pout. “You don’t think I look good?”

“I don’t think you need me to tell you.” Riaz flashed a tight smile at him and squeezed his ass. The way Riaz’s hips moved was unmistakably a grind, even if it was half-lost in Jamie’s skirts.

No, maybe he didn’t. Riaz was doing a damn good job of showing him.

Jamie arched into Riaz’s hand and leaned up to catch Riaz’s mouth in a kiss. Sure, maybe he usually waited for Riaz to make the first move, but all this touching and grinding and squeezing was making him even more breathless than the corset was. That was enough of a first move for him, for tonight at least.

Riaz kissed like a wolf, hungry and fierce, pushing his tongue into Jamie’s mouth. His hand slid up under Jamie’s skirts, grabbing a shameless handful of Jamie’s ass, fingers pressing into the crease. His other hand curled around the nape of Jamie’s neck, a strong grip that kept him steady while Riaz kept kissing him.

Oh, that hit Jamie’s exhibitionist streak just right. He moaned into the kiss, moving to the music in such a way that, if anyone was paying attention, they couldn’t fail to see how Riaz was touching him. He sucked at Riaz’s tongue, daring him, tempting him to do more.

Riaz kissed away from his mouth, kissing his jaw and throat and up under his ear. “People are looking at you,” he murmured, and then bit at Jamie’s ear with a little growl. Jamie’s skirts had to be riding up, the way Riaz was groping his ass, showing off his thighs and panties for everyone to see.

That prompted another moan. Jamie planted his spiky-heeled feet wide apart and arched into Riaz’s touches. “Yeah?” he purred. “Gonna give ‘em a show?”

“I don’t give a damn about them.” Riaz sounded angrier than Jamie remembered him sounding about anything except maybe the time someone was talking smack about them being fags. He let go of Jamie’s neck to push his mask up so Jamie was looking at his dark, handsome face instead of the fangy wolf. “I’m not here with them.”

Oh. Jamie hadn’t really thought about that, when they’d come out tonight. Riaz wasn’t usually bothered by him flirting with other people, but usually, Jamie wasn’t out with Riaz, and tonight… Well. Maybe he was, tonight. “Then why don’t we get off the dance floor, go someplace where they won’t be looking?”

*

Riaz loved Jamie’s exhibitionist streak, but the idea that they’d just be doing something so Jamie could get off on being watched… it made something twist in his chest and ruined his temper. He changed his grip so that they were dancing again, working their way across the dance floor. God, he was being such a bastard. “I just…” He brought Jamie’s hand to his mouth and kissed the palm. “I’m sorry. I’m being a jerk.” His cheeks were hot with shame. This wasn’t the rules. He just wanted Jamie to actually be with him, not because there was no one else, not because Riaz was the only one who was willing to help Jamie put on a show.

Jamie just shook his head, looking troubled. When they neared the edge of the dance floor, Jamie kept going, catching Riaz hand and pulling him along. Was he angry? Riaz couldn’t see his face to know for sure.

Jamie stopped in a dark corner, back near the hallway to the bathrooms. He turned around, leaning against the wall, but it now it was too dark to see his face, to see much of anything.

“I’m not here with them, either,” Jamie said. His tone wasn’t angry at all. It was smooth, serious with just a hint of seduction. “I’m here with you. I don’t care if they can see me.” He used his grip on Riaz’s hand to draw him in, and then Jamie’s lips were on Riaz’s again, here in the dark where no one could see.

That helped, shamefully enough. Riaz slid his fingers into Jamie’s hair and kissed him back hungrily. “I just… I’m sorry.” He nipped at Jamie’s lips and let go of Jamie’s hand so he could slide his hand up under Jamie’s skirts again. “You just look so good tonight.”

It was just tonight. He kissed Jamie again, searching and hot this time. Usually, he wasn’t Jamie’s playmate for public shows. They got together when the mood hit and they were alone at home. He tugged the front of Jamie’s skirt up so there was nothing but panties and slacks between them, groaning and grinding his hard-on against Jamie. He slipped his hand under the waistband of Jamie’s panties, cupping the bare curve of Jamie’s ass and pulling Jamie against him so Jamie could feel exactly how turned on he was. And they were still being watched. Not blatantly, like before, but he could feel people watching without watching, people who hadn’t had enough of the show.

Jamie moaned and kissed away from Riaz’s mouth to his ear. “You like it? The corset, the skirt, the boots?” He rolled his hips, letting Riaz feel his matching erection. “Tell me what it is, so I can do it again.”

“Legs. Skirt. I don’t know…” It was so hard to talk. Riaz let his head fall back as he rolled his hips, rubbing off against Jamie’s hard-on. “You’re just pretty. God. It turns me on. Makes me want to break the arm of anyone who touches you; it’s not like me, Jamie. I didn’t know.” Jamie’s ass was tight and hot under his hand; he pushed his fingers back into the heat between Jamie’s thighs. He wanted to make Jamie as crazy as Jamie made him.

“Yeah.” Jamie sounded breathless already. He stepped his feet apart and tilted his hips, opening right up for Riaz’s fingers. “’s good. Want you.”

“You’re always hot. But now…” Riaz shuddered as his fingers slid behind Jamie’s balls. “Tell me how you want it. You can have anything. There’s stuff in my pocket. Inside the jacket.”

Jamie pushed the jacket open, but his hands weren’t searching the pockets, they were sliding over Riaz’s chest. He kissed and licked his way down the side of Riaz’s neck and finally dug through his jacket pockets to find condoms and lube. “Fuck me?”

Fuck. They were in the shadows, in an alcove, hidden away from anyone but the most curious observers. Riaz didn’t do this kind of thing, Jamie did. But Jamie was making him dizzy, weak in the knees. “How do you want it?” he asked. His voice broke as his brain presented him with the image of Jamie with his skirts up and his ass tilted up, back arched, ready for him.

“Yeah?” Jamie sounded surprised and, fuck, so turned on. His voice was raspy with need. “Yeah. I want. From behind.” While he spoke, Jamie was deftly unzipping Riaz’s pants, slipping his hand into the slit and finding Riaz’s hot cock with his cool fingers.

No one could see what they were doing, the way Jamie’s skirts covered his hand as he stroked Riaz’s cock, but there was no secret in the way Riaz moaned and braced himself with one hand. He pulled the other out of Jamie’s panties and tugged them down below the perfect curve of Jamie’s ass. “Now,” he managed to say. He could feel the wetness he was leaving on Jamie’s fingers. “Can’t help it,” he said shakily. “Need it, J.” He had no idea how he’d managed to let Jamie out of the house. Denial.

Jamie rolled a condom onto Riaz’s cock and slicked him with the pillow-packet of lube. The trash got tucked back into Riaz’s jacket — the drycleaners were going to love him — and then Jamie turned around. “Now,” he ground out, his own hands busy in front of him, probably sheathing his own dick in the other condom. He flipped his skirt up and braced both arms on the wall in front of him. His ass was bare and perfect, tilted up and ready for Riaz.

Oh, God. Riaz wanted to drop to his knees and worship that pretty ass. Instead, he stroked it with both hands, sliding his achingly hot cock against it, pressing in just enough to give Jamie enough to push back against. “Hottest thing ever,” he whispered. He ripped open another packet of lube with his teeth, dripping it down the crease of Jamie’s ass; he could barely see to know what he was doing, but he wanted to make sure he didn’t hurt his best friend. He hooked his fingers in the lacing of Jamie’s corset and tugged, urging Jamie to move.

Jamie’s breath rushed out and he rocked back to take Riaz’s dick in, making little whimpering noises as it slid inside him.

Riaz wrapped himself around Jamie from behind and crushed the packet of lube in his hand. He dropped the empty packet in a pocket and reached under Jamie’s skirt to stroke his cock. “Need you,” he whispered in Jamie’s ear. He didn’t make Jamie wait once he was inside. They might have been out of sight, and their noises were lost in the thrumming dance beat, but he didn’t want to take too long and risk getting caught. It was such a struggle between the temptation to indulge and the fear of discovery. “You make me crazy, Jamie.”

*

Riaz wasn’t the only one feeling crazy. Jamie didn’t know what he’d done to get Riaz so riled up, but holy fuck, he wanted to know so he could do it again. The skirt, Riaz had said. Jamie made a mental note to do some shopping.

Riaz pushed in just right, and Jamie cried out. “Oh, fuck. Yeah, Riaz. Please.”

Riaz bit the curve of his neck and moved harder and faster. “So pretty, Jamie,” he panted. “So tight. So hot.” His hand holding Jamie tight against him slid up and slipped in under the ruffles of Jamie’s blouse to pinch one nipple. “Hottest thing I ever saw,” Riaz groaned.

For Jamie, it was just a costume, just something fun to wear to get attention. But if Riaz liked it, liked the skirts and the ruffles and the pretty clothes… well, Jamie could work with that.

Riaz’s hand was snug around Jamie’s dick, his dick was thick and long in Jamie’s ass, and his fingers were tight on Jamie’s nipple. The sensations were amazing, and on top of it all, on top of listening to Riaz’s groans and feeling his hot breaths on Jamie’s neck, Jamie could hear the heavy beat of the music and people talking all around them. He didn’t have to know people were watching him to get a thrill from fucking in public. Even without that, though, it was a thrill to know Riaz was so out of control, so undone by Jamie.

Jamie’s breath came faster and he rocked his hips, pushing back to take Riaz in faster, deeper. Heat coiled in his belly, and his moans and cries got louder, as he slipped closer and closer to coming.

“Come.” Riaz pressed rough kisses against Jamie’s cheek. He was never like this, all possessive and raw and relentless, fucking Jamie hard enough that he’d feel it the next day. “Come for me, J. Wanna feel you.” The music was loud, a frenzied dance beat, soaking up Jamie’s cries so that no one could hear.

Jamie couldn’t have resisted, even if he’d wanted to. Riaz just felt too damn good. Jamie came in a rush of heat and shivers and cries that weren’t quite as loud as the music.

“Hot, so hot…” Riaz whispered as Jamie came, fucking him hard through his orgasm. Before Jamie had recovered enough to keep his balance, Riaz pulled out and spun him around so that he stumbled back against the wall with his panties around his ankles. Riaz grabbed him by the hips and kissed him hard, picking him up at the same time.

As soon as he realized what was happening, Jamie kicked off his panties and leaned back against the wall with his legs wrapped around Riaz’s waist. “Fuck me,” he demanded, using his legs to pull Riaz in close. “Don’t stop. I want to feel you come.”

Riaz lifted Jamie up and brought him down on his cock, groaning with pleasure. His eyes were wide, glittering with hunger. “So hot.” His hands were rough on Jamie’s thighs as he pinned Jamie to the wall with his weight and touched everywhere he could. “Fuck, Jamie, I never even thought of this.” Leaning in, he kissed Jamie hard, grabbed his hips, and started to move, just as roughly as before.

Riaz’s cock felt so good, pushing back into him, Jamie couldn’t hold back a whimper. He wrapped his arms around Riaz’s shoulders and just held on, letting Riaz have him. Every thrust sent a new wave of heat through him, drawing out the pleasure with aftershocks from his orgasm.

Riaz kissed and bit the side of Jamie’s neck, shaking and making raw, desperate noises as he thrust in over and over again. When he came, his hands were painfully tight on Jamie’s hips; he came long and hard, shuddering with it.

Jamie turned his head, catching Riaz’s mouth with his own, and kissed him hard. God, that was so good.

Riaz clung to him for a moment and then pulled away reluctantly. Gently, he put Jamie’s feet down and made sure Jamie was standing before he let go. He pulled the silk pocket square out of his jacket and then a cotton handkerchief out, handing the latter to Jamie. He looked almost embarrassed.

Jamie had to lean back against the wall to keep his feet. He took the handkerchief and cleaned himself up, tucking the used condom away inside it so he could throw it away later. As he was tucking the handkerchief into Riaz’s jacket pocket, he leaned up and kissed Riaz on the cheek. “Want to come shopping with me tomorrow? I think I need to invest in more skirts.”

Riaz looked up from zipping up, eyes wide. “Jamie, I, uh…” Jamie knew him well enough to know when he was all embarrassed about something, even if it was too dark back here to see the flush on his soft brown cheeks. “You want to?” he asked breathlessly.

“I want to.” Jamie would do just about anything to get a reaction like that out of Riaz. “I want to know what you like.”

“You.” Riaz bent and picked up Jamie’s panties, little ruffled white things, and spun them around one finger, looking at them. When he looked at Jamie again, his eyes were hot again already. “Us.” He closed his hand on the panties and stepped in to kiss Jamie all over again.