(Dianne) Fox Writes

Devil in a Blue Dress
by Anah Crow & Dianne Fox

Riaz wasn’t going to be gone long, but apparently that didn’t mean that he didn’t have a lot to pack. Mostly, it was books. How he was going to read them all was beyond Jamie. Right now, though, Riaz was faced with a serious quandry. He had a football — a round one — in one hand, and he was staring at his bag, which obviously did not have room for a golf ball, much less a football. Jamie wasn’t sure footie games broke out at math conventions.

“Are you really going to need that?” Jamie wasn’t sure Riaz needed even half of what he packed, really.

“I told Amrit that I’d bring him my books on fractal imaging and programming and Yue wanted to read the research papers I’d collected for that disease modelling conference last year.” It wouldn’t occur to Riaz to mail those things to his friends. “And, well. I was going to bring my golf clubs, but…” he looked at the football, then at Jamie.

“You want to take a second bag for the football?” Jamie offered. “I think I’ve got one that’ll fit. You could use it as a carry-on.”

Riaz tossed it from one hand to another and then sighed. “It’s not like we have time to fool around anymore.” He groaned and tossed the ball onto the bed. “I used to love conferences. Now I just worry about making sure my computer can’t be hacked and whether or not I have broccoli from the buffet stuck in my teeth.”

Jamie laughed and caught the ball before it rolled off the other side of the bed. “Don’t eat the broccoli?”

“It’s safer than some of the other stuff there.” Riaz got up on his bed and used his knees to hold the bag closed while he pulled the zipper up. “You’d think they’d serve a nice curry or something, but it’s always greasy Euro food. No offense, of course.”

“Uh huh.” Riaz’s distaste for the food Jamie’d grown up on was a familiar amusement. “Maybe stick to the rice.”

Riaz gave him a look. “Maybe I’ll just eat meal bars.” He got the zipper up. “Okay, I guess that’s it.” He took the ball back from Jamie and tossed it from hand to hand, then bounced it off his forehead a few times before catching it again. “Maybe I’ll just carry this on. Maybe it’ll make them less likely to want to ‘ask me a few standard questions.’”

Jamie bit his lip. He knew how much trouble Riaz had going through airports ever since 2001. “Uh. Maybe. Or maybe they’ll think it looks like a likely spot for you to hide the secret stash of nail clippers you plan to take out the flight attendants with.”

“I saw a show where they smuggled a baby monkey in a basketball. I bet I could take out a plane with one of those.” Riaz spun the ball on his finger, then stopped it. “Oops, sorry, baby monkey.” He tossed the ball back to Jamie. “I’m getting too old for hotel soccer anyway.”

Jamie caught it neatly. He could catch, but that was about as far as his athleticism went. “I’m sure the hotel cleaning people will appreciate not having to clean up broken lamps.” He set the ball aside and moved to pick up Riaz’s luggage — really a giant hockey gear bag. Riaz didn’t play hockey anymore, except pick-up games here and there, but the bag made for good luggage. Especially when Riaz was the one doing the packing. “Holy shit, did you pack bricks or something?”

“Paper ones,” Riaz said, laughing at him. “I told you I was taking research and texts.” He shouldered the backpack with his computer in it and then came to rescue Jamie from the bag. “I’ll carry it. Don’t want you straining anything.” He took the bag and then paused, looking at Jamie. After a moment’s thought, he leaned in for a kiss. “I’m gonna miss you,” he murmured.

Jamie just smiled and gave Riaz the kiss he was looking for. Jamie loved the way Riaz’s soft lips parted for his tongue and the way Riaz’s breath caught when they kissed. He’d have been more distraught about missing Riaz, but he knew something Riaz didn’t: Jamie wasn’t staying home to mope.

“The car service should be here any minute,” Riaz said, nuzzling against Jamie’s lips for another kiss. “You remember to lock the doors and keep the outside lights on while I’m gone, right? Double-check the garage?”

“Yes, Mom.” Jamie didn’t plan to be here to do any of that, not for long, but that wasn’t for Riaz to know. Not yet. He kissed Riaz again, soft and slow. Soon.

There was a beep from outside and Riaz sighed. “Only for a couple days.” Usually, he was raring to get out and go to these conferences. Maybe he really was going to miss Jamie. “I’ll call you when I get in.” He headed out, wrestling through the door a little and then bumping down the stairs. “You should go out or something, so I don’t feel guilty about leaving you behind.”

“Don’t you worry,” Jamie said, trailing down the stairs after him. “I’ll keep busy.” He watched the driver load up Riaz’s bag. “I’ll see you soon,” he called out as Riaz slipped into the back seat of the car. “Have a great time!”

Riaz waved and then closed the door. Moments later, the car was out of the driveway and disappearing down the street.

Jamie waited until the car was out of sight, and then headed back into the house to get his wallet and shoes, and lock up. It was time to get to work.

***

Second Showing was Jamie’s new favorite place to shop. He’d discovered the little consignment shop after he and Riaz had discovered Riaz’s… affection for seeing Jamie dolled up in dresses and heels, and it had been love at first retail experience. Jamie loved the color-coordinated rows upon rows of sparkly, shimmer, shiny, silky things all just waiting for him to discover the perfect dress to knock Riaz’s socks off.

Today, he was looking for something special. Not just something that would turn Riaz on, but something that would let Jamie pass as a real woman. He passed up the pink-sequined sheath and the lacy white wedding dress, and found a shimmery blue jersey wrap dress.

He tried it on in the men’s changing room in the back of the shop. “Room” was kind of a stretch — really, it was a dark canvas shower curtain hanging on a circular rod, doing a passable imitation of privacy. The dress was perfect. It hugged his body, but the fluttery skirt would hide a million flaws — or just one dick tucked into a pair of lacy black panties. The crossover top had a high enough neckline to hide that he’d be wearing bra inserts to fill out the curves.

Bonus: he had the perfect pair of heels to go with it.

Jamie got back into his jeans and T-shirt, and took the dress up to the cash register. Most of the shop clerks were used to him by now, and just smiled when he bought pretty dresses and bustiers. They were training a new girl today, though, a young brunette who kept glancing at him and blushing as she wrapped up the dress for him.

When she held out the bag, Jamie gave her a big, oblivious smile. “Thanks!” He’d learned to fake obliviousness from the best; Riaz really was oblivious, though, which was surprisingly endearing.

Back at home, Jamie hung the dress up on one of the curtain rods in the living room and flopped on the couch to eat dinner. Mmm, corn flakes. He never got away with that kind of thing when Riaz was home. Riaz believed in eating proper meals. Jamie believed cereal was a proper meal. Riaz would relent when it came to breakfast, but to Jamie, corn flakes were a perfectly good dinner. Or lunch. Or late-night snack.

Jamie slurped the last of the milk from the bottom of his bowl, and then settled in to paint his finger- and toe-nails a deep red. Riaz would love it. He’d better, if Jamie had to brave the airport with nothing in his carry-on luggage but women’s clothing and toiletries. The security checkpoint folks were going to love him.

***

Riaz loved conferences. Lots of friends around and it was never ruining the conversation if you went off about equations or super-conductors or CERN. He slipped text messages to Jamie during the opening dinner and address, but by Saturday morning, his attention was fully on the panels and the conversations around him. At one point, he remembered joking with Jamie about the food, and then he realized that he had no idea what he’d eaten for lunch. No wonder they didn’t worry about what they fed the geeks. Math made everything better. Even food. Even missing Jamie, which Riaz did. He decided not to be perturbed about it, sent Jamie a text pic of Amrit with two styluses up his nose, and went on to the last panel of the day.

After the last panel, they always went out. There was a pub a few blocks from the hotel that had dart boards and Guinness and football on the television, so where else would they go? Riaz sent Jamie a text pic of the Guinness sign over the bar. I don’t even have to look up local pubs on the net. I told you I was developing ESP! Jamie disputed his ESP theory, but that was just Jamie’s usual skepticism. Jamie didn’t believe in higher-order math, either.

“Stop texting!” John rapped him on the arm with a wallet of darts. “Are you seeing someone? You’ve been texting all day.”

“He hasn’t mentioned it…” Yue gave him an evil look. “Are you betraying the brotherhood, my friend?”

“I texted, like, FIVE times today.” Riaz tried not to get flustered. “You people have one-track minds.”

“Who had sex five times today?” Amrit looked up from his tablet, scowling at each of them.

“Riaz did.” Beatrice ducked into their booth just as the server was arriving with pitchers of beer and a huge basket of nachos.

“That’s right. Somewhere between Parson’s lecture and the rubber chicken I slipped out for a quickie or five.” Riaz gave up on arguing. “I’m going to have some beer now.”

“And then I’m going to kick your ass at darts,” John added.

“You’re going to try.” Amrit said from behind his tablet. He was scribbling furiously with one the (now-clean) styluses he’d been playing with earlier.

Riaz looked over in time to see Beatrice sneaking her phone out of her pocket. He swallowed his first mouthful of beer very quickly. “Hey, how come Bea doesn’t get in trouble?”

“I’m evil.” Beatrice didn’t even look up, she just typed one-handed while giving Riaz the finger with the other.

“Oh, right. I keep forgetting. You should wear a lower-cut shirt,” Riaz suggested. “It would be easier for us to remember, then.” Beatrice didn’t respond, not until he went to have another drink of beer, when she leaned over the table and — before he could react — flicked the bottom of his glass, sending a wave of Guinness up his nose. As he was coughing and sneezing and John was making it worse by pounding him on the back, Riaz gasped, “Less dangerous, too.”

Once Riaz was done coughing, John gave him a shove. “Okay, we’re going to play darts before Bea kills Riaz.”

“I’m playing, too,” Beatrice said.

“You’re banned from throwing pointy things,” Riaz said. “What with the evil and all. Besides, you never bring your own darts.”

“And you drop mine on the floor.” John cradled his protectively. “I just got new ones with a teflon coating.”

Riaz got up, digging in a leg pocket of his cargo pants for his darts. “Nothing is going to make you throw straighter, John.”

Amrit made a frustrated noise and poked at his tablet. “I’ll be there in a minute.”

“What’s wrong?” Yue leaned over to look.

“No peeking!” Amrit hugged the tablet to him. “I’m making a new icon set for my blog.”

“If you’re drawing a picture of me, I get to kill you,” Beatrice said around a mouthful of nachos.

“Well…” Amrit disappeared behind the tablet again. “I didn’t draw your face.”

“Someone give me their darts.” Beatrice held out her hand. “I promise they won’t hit the floor.”

“Hahahah, no.” Riaz grabbed his beer and then stuffed some nachos in his mouth. “My darts are only used for good,” he mumbled as he followed John toward the one empty board.

By the time Riaz had beaten everyone at darts and, finally, relinquished his darts to Beatrice — who was the only one bad enough at darts for John to beat, and only because she didn’t care — he was several glasses of Guinness down and feeling good. He and Jamie really needed to go out more. He knew Jamie didn’t always like the same things he did, but they could find some common ground. The Halloween bash had been good fun. He rumbled happily. Really good fun.

He let his gaze wander around the pub, and realized belatedly that he was looking for Jamie, like he usually did when they were out together. He wanted to text Jamie, but wasn’t sure if he should or not. Maybe Jamie was out having fun, like he’d suggested. That made him feel better. He drained the beer from his glass and looked toward the bar to see if it was too crowded to bother venturing forth for another pitcher.

A woman in a shimmery blue dress was looking over her shoulder, looking right at him. The dress hugged every perfect curve of her body, and Riaz followed the lines and curves down to impossibly long legs and strappy black stiletto heels, then back up to her red lips pursed around a cigarette, smoke curling up from the tip, and her warm, familiar eyes.

Riaz wasn’t used to being checked out by pretty women, especially women who dressed like that. Maybe it was the wrong time to go up and get that pitcher of beer.

“Go get more beer.” Beatrice managed to collapse into the booth and kick him in the shins all at the same time. Damn woman. Women were dangerous. “It’s your turn,” she added.

Wasn’t there something about devils and blue dresses? In this case, the devil Riaz knew was not better than one he didn’t, so he got up. Right, beer. And not looking at the woman with the amazing ass and legs. Much. Not much. Riaz managed to get up to the bar and direct the server toward their table with more beer before he looked again. And then looked again. Not only was she gorgeous, she was familiar…

Jamie’s pretty mouth curled into a wicked grin. Come here, he mouthed, uncrossing and re-crossing his legs, showing off a flash of lace at the tops of his stockings. Riaz knew those stockings, those were the ones he’d bought for Jamie just last month.

Riaz’s brain jumped the rails and he was moving before he knew it. God, those stockings. They made his mouth water. Made him want to push up that dress and get down on his knees and… he had a hand on Jamie’s knee, stroking the dellicate silk. “Hi,” he said, automatically, as he finally looked at Jamie’s face again. He needed to kiss Jamie’s mouth, could almost taste Jamie’s lipstick on his tongue already.

“Well, hello there, handsome.” Jamie blew out a neat stream of smoke, then turned and stubbed the cigarette out in an ashtray on the bar. “Fancy meeting you here.”

“What…” Riaz started. He looked around to make sure he was still awake and still where he’d thought was. “Why… are you really here?” He stopped himself from sliding his hand up under Jamie’s dress and cupped Jamie’s cheek in his hand instead.

“I couldn’t exactly pick you up in a bar if I stayed home, now, could I?” Jamie turned his head — Riaz had no idea how Jamie managed to get his face so smooth — and flicked his tongue against Riaz’s palm.

“You are… so hot.” It was really, really hard to talk when Jamie did that. “It’s not my birthday or anything, is it?” Riaz couldn’t remember. He knew he needed to somehow get from here to somewhere with a bed — wait, he was staying in a hotel, that had a bed — and he had to leave his friends, and then… Jamie. Just. Jamie. Everything else could wait.

“It’s not your birthday. I just thought you might like a little… surprise.” Jamie winked, long lashes fanning down against his cheek, and then he smiled. “After all, you did get me these lovely stockings. It’d be a shame if I didn’t wear them out, now and then, wouldn’t it?”

“Yeah, it would. You look amazing in them.” Riaz looked over his shoulder to see Amrit and Beatrice looking at him with the same baffled expression on both their faces. “Uh, did you want to stay or…” He turned back to Jamie. “Or did you want to show me everything you’ve got on?”

Jamie trailed soft fingertips down Riaz’s cheek. “Your friends won’t miss you?”

“They’ll survive.” Riaz took Jamie’s hand in his and kissed it. “You’re here. They can find their own way home. They’re not going to blame me for getting lucky.” He kissed Jamie’s hand again. “You’re way out of my league, though.”

“No way. You just don’t know what league you’re in.” Jamie uncrossed his legs and slid down off the barstool, landing with his body pressed right up against Riaz. “Now let’s go do something about you getting lucky.”

“Uh, yeah.” Riaz had to swallow hard. “I… uh.” He looked over his shoulder and then back at Jamie. “I’ll meet you out front.” God, Jamie was so hot, it was unreal. “I’ll just go grab my stuff.”

“You do that.” Jamie smiled and stepped away, hips swaying as he walked through the crowd toward the door.

Oh, God. Hot. Riaz swallowed hard and turned around to discover that he’d got himself an audience. “Uh, hi,” he said awkwardly as he approached the booth where his friends were sitting.

“You’ll be leaving us now?” Beatrice gave him an arch look.

“He will be?” Amrit frowned at her.

“Uh, yeah.” Riaz pointed to the other side of John. “Can I have my bag?”

“I guess he’s not seeing anyone,” Yue said with a snort. “I hope.”

“Oh, make it more awkward, thanks,” Riaz said.

“If she’s an axe murderer, I’ll laugh at you,” Beatrice warned.

“She’s not an axe murderer, Bea.” Riaz shouldered his bag. Escaping sounded better every moment. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“If you’re not dead,” Amrit added.

“Oh, God. Bye, guys.” Riaz laughed and waved as he left. He didn’t feel guilty at all, since he’d bought the last round. And Jamie was waiting. Oh, Jamie. Riaz shouldered past a large Irishman and plunged for the door.

Outside, Jamie was standing under a streetlight, a little black clutchpurse and his cellphone in the other. Checking his email, probably. Jamie was an addict. Still, as soon as he glanced up and saw Riaz, the cellphone disappeared, and a smile broke out over his face. “Hey there.”

Definitely way out of Riaz’s league. Jamie had the most amazing legs… and everything else. Riaz decided to skip talking. He got an arm around Jamie’s waist and pulled Jamie to him for a fierce kiss, the way he’d wanted to kiss Jamie back in the bar.

Jamie pressed right up against him, tangling his fingers in Riaz’s hair and making a pleased sound as their lips met.

Riaz didn’t let him go for a long, long time, luxuriating feeling all of Jamie’s supple body against his. God, Jamie felt good, all warm and wrapped in that shifting, slinky material. The dress and heels had another advantage — there was no way Riaz could have kissed Jamie just anywhere like this if they’d been themselves.

“Going to take me back to your hotel?” Jamie purred between kisses, his hands trailing over Riaz’s chest.

“Yeah. It’s not far, but do you want me to call a cab?” Riaz snuggled Jamie against him, reining himself in enough to feather kisses over Jamie’s temple and cheek instead of his mouth.

Jamie laughed, soft and almost musical. “We should walk, so we don’t get up to no good in the back of the cab and scandalize all your friends at the conference when we get arrested for indecent exposure.”

“Stay close, so you don’t get cold.” Riaz kept his arm around Jamie and turned them toward the hotel. “You’re crazy, you know?” He kissed Jamie on the cheek.

“Yeah, but you like me that way.” Jamie shook his hair back and laughed again, the moon and stars and streetlights lighting up his pretty face.

“I do.” Riaz’s heart was full of warmth, so much that he thought his ribs couldn’t contain it. “I love you like that.” He ducked his head to kiss Jamie on the mouth. “I really do.”

“I love you, too.” It wasn’t a long walk back to the hotel, but the way Jamie kept looking at him, Riaz felt like it was taking way, way too long. When the doorman let them through the heavy wood and glass doors into the lobby, Jamie dragged Riaz off his path to the elevators, heading to the reception desk instead. “Hi,” Jamie said, smiling at the young man behind the counter. “I think there’s a package here for us? Room 261?”

“Let me check,” the receptionist said. “It’ll just be a moment.” He disappeared through a door behind the desk and, a moment later, came back out with what Riaz recognized as the leather satchel Jamie used when interviewing for new consulting gigs.

Riaz showed his room card and the receptionist handed over the satchel. “Thanks,” Jamie said, slinging it over his shoulder and batting his lashes flirtatiously. As they headed for the elevator, Jamie explained, “I had to put my clothes from the plane somewhere while I was out looking for you, and I knew where you were staying, so…”

“I said you were out of my league,” Riaz said, laughing again. It was so amazing to have Jamie here. Yes, he was used to being away from Jamie; that was a natural part of being friends for years, getting by without each other. But he could feel something deeper, the way he’d started missing Jamie down deep when they were apart. He just hadn’t been able to put words to it. When the elevator opened and they stepped in, Riaz pulled Jamie into his arms. A few teenaged girls piled in right after them, laughing about something unrelated. “I’m glad you’re here,” he murmured in Jamie’s ear. “I missed you.”

“I’ve been planning this for months,” Jamie said quietly, but Riaz could hear the smile in his voice. “Pretty much ever since you started making plans to come to this conference. And you thought I couldn’t keep a secret.”

“You can keep them when they’re about me,” Riaz said, mulling it over in his head. “I just think you can’t because you tell me everything else.” Riaz loved hearing all of it, though, even when the hot bits had driven him a little batty back when he and Jamie were playing hands-off. “Did I tell you that you look beautiful tonight?”

“Maybe.” Jamie tipped his head back and smiled up at Riaz. “But you can always say it again. I’m not going to get tired of hearing it.”

The trio of teenagers had grown quiet and Riaz realized that they were being listened to; he was grateful when the elevator chimed and opened out on his floor, but mostly because he knew he wasn’t good at this stuff and didn’t want to make an ass of himself. “Well,” he said, guiding Jamie toward the door. “You look perfect. Did you buy that dress just for me?”

“I did.” Jamie smoothed a hand over his hip and then shook out the flowing skirt of the dress. “I’m glad you like it. I hoped you would.”

“We could take dance classes, you know,” Riaz said impulsively. “If you wanted another reason to buy pretty dresses.” He wanted to spin Jamie around in his arms, to watch him move, to take him places where other people could admire how beautiful Jamie was. Where he could show off how beautiful Jamie was, and that Jamie was all his.

“Ooh, that’d be fun,” Jamie said, as Riaz stopped at the door to his hotel room and pushed his keycard into the lock. “I’ll look into it when we get back home. Salsa dancing, or something like that, with lots of dips and stuff… That’d be hot.”

“There’s a salsa club at the university.” Riaz held the door for Jamie. “Or there was a while back. I only know this because I wasn’t paying attention and thought it was the Stephen Hawking fan club meet up… wrong door. But I was so confused for a second there.”

Jamie slipped through the door, dropped his satchel, and twirled around, making his skirt rise up like flower petals around his hips. “Sign us up when we get home. It’ll be fun. I’ll buy lots of dresses and you can spin me around and around until we’re both dizzy and you can’t help but drag me home and fuck me right then.”

Riaz let the door go to lock itself and put his bag down before he went and did anything foolish. Jamie looked so damn good and Riaz could see the tops of his stockings and his garters and glimpses of panties when Jamie twirled like that. “I want to do that right now.” He caught Jamie around the waist again, spinning him around and then scooping him up off his feet. “You’re perfect, J.”

Slinging his arms around Riaz’s neck, Jamie smiled wickedly. “Show me. Take me to bed and show me how much you like your surprise.”

So little had changed since they’d become lovers and yet, moments like this, everything had changed. Riaz stopped by the bed and let Jamie stand, then kissed him fiercely. “I want to unwrap you,” he murmured. Sliding around behind Jamie, pulling Jamie’s back to his chest, Riaz let his hands wander all over Jamie’s body. “You look so good.” He cupped Jamie’s breasts in his hands, feeling the lace of Jamie’s bra through the thin fabric of his dress. “And I don’t even like these much. They look good on you, though.”

“The dress doesn’t look right without them,” Jamie whispered, sounding as breathless as if Riaz were touching bare skin. “Touch me. C’mon.”

Riaz did as he was told, sliding his hands down and working Jamie’s skirt up until his hands were on Jamie’s thighs and his fingers found the taut garter straps. “Love this.” He pulled Jamie back against him, grinding his hard cock against the curve of Jamie’s ass. “Wanna fuck you just like this,” he whispered in Jamie’s ear. Jamie did things to him that made his brain short out, made all kinds of things come out of his mouth. “All dressed up. You can pick how, I just want to be inside you.”

Jamie groaned, pushing back against him, and then pulled away and grabbed Riaz’s hand, dragging Riaz along behind him as he headed for the bathroom. “In here,” he said, stopping in front of the vanity, where a huge mirror would show every detail of how they looked while Riaz fucked him.

“Stay there.” Riaz got a hand in his hair and kissed him hard on the mouth, again and again. “Be pretty for me right here,” he muttered between kisses. “Tell me you brought lube, please. I want you so much.” There was so much he wanted to say, all of it on the same theme, that he loved and wanted Jamie more than he could stand, that Jamie made him fucking crazed with want and ripped up his composure and his manners until only the need to have Jamie, now, was left.

“Yeah.” Jamie’s hands gripped Riaz’s ass and pulled him in harder, and Jamie writhed against him. “Yeah. In my bag. I want… Fuck, Riaz…” His hands moved and he shoved Riaz back and stood there, wide-eyed and flushed and gasping for breath. “Go. Get the lube. I want you to fuck me.”

Riaz was good at doing what he was told; Jamie was good at telling him to do it. He found Jamie’s satchel by his backpack in the little hall by the door. Rummaging around brought him Jamie’s street clothes, makeup bag, and another bag with a small tube of lube and a few condoms. They didn’t need the latter. Riaz grabbed the lube and managed not to fall over his own feet in the three strides it took him to get back to Jamie, but only barely.

Jamie was facing the mirror, hands palmflat on the counter and legs spread. In the mirror, Riaz could see Jamie’s eyes following him as he walked into the room.

There was nothing that Riaz could say past the tightness in his throat. He tossed the lube on the counter and got his hands on Jamie’s hips. The silky material of Jamie’s dress clung to his damp palms as he pushed the skirt up to bare Jamie’s long, long legs and perfect ass. The lacy panties drew lines along Jamie’s ass and hips, accentuating the curves that were usually half-hidden by his masculine clothes. All Riaz could do was make a little noise of pleasure as he bent to kiss those curves, pressing his mouth against the lace until he could taste skin.

Groaning, Jamie arched into the kisses. “Yeah,” he breathed. “Fuck, Riaz…”

Everything about Jamie was fascinating like this. Riaz knelt down to peel away the lace panties, leaving the garters and stockings behind. He’d admired Jamie’s lithe, tanned body for years, but it was a whole new body when it was dressed like this. The illusions of the silk stockings smoothed out the muscles in Jamie’s legs, made them look longer and slimmer. The high, high heels tilted his hips and pushed his ass out, making him look relentlessly available.

Riaz let Jamie step one foot out of the panties but left them hanging around the other ankle with a little snap of the elastic. Now he could stand up and grab the lube to get Jamie ready for him… as soon as he was done nuzzling up between Jamie’s thighs and licking at his balls, breathing in the clean, musky warmth of his skin.

“Oh, fuck. Fuck, yeah.” Jamie’s voice was so rough and unsteady, all because of Riaz. He stepped his feet a little further apart, letting Riaz get at his balls even better. “C’mon, Riaz…”

Riaz loved all of Jamie’s little grooming rituals, and he loved getting to be the beneficiary of them even more. He licked and teased, placating both of them as he got his fill of running his hands over Jamie’s silky legs, but he was soon out of patience. He pushed himself to standing and started undoing his pants with one hand while getting hold of the lube with the other.

“Don’t wait.”

That impatience was irresistible. A quick slick of lube and Riaz pressed into Jamie with a low moan. He dropped the lube on the counter with a clatter so he could get both hands on Jamie’s hips, petting to soothe Jamie into taking him in slowly.

Jamie’s muscles were tense under Riaz’s hands, but it wasn’t discomfort. “Fuck,” Jamie panted. “C’mon. I want. Fuck me. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me.”

Riaz bit his lip. He could see Jamie in the mirror: smudged lipstick, skewed dress, flushed face, lust-blurred eyes. Once he could move, he didn’t hesitate to give Jamie everything Jamie was demanding, rocking Jamie up onto his toes with every thrust.

There were no more demands out of Jamie after that, at least not the kind that came wrapped around actual words. Every thrust drew out another loud, pleasure-drenched cry, until Jamie was shuddering and bucking back against Riaz.

Jamie was easy as hell, but never, ever boring, never anything but incredible. Riaz slid a hand under Jamie’s skirt and found the hard, hot shaft of his cock. God. Riaz loved sex with Jamie. He gripped Jamie’s hip hard in his other hand, losing himself in Jamie’s heat and need as he jerked Jamie off.

Jamie was hardly ever quiet when he came, and this time was no exception. His body clenched tight, so tight, around Riaz, and he shouted Riaz’s name loud enough they could probably hear him out in the hall.

Riaz loved being the one to make Jamie come like that, after years of hearing Jamie having sex with other people. That thought, that Jamie was his now, put him over the edge before he was quite ready for it, gasping Jamie’s name as he came in a hot rush.

“Yeah,” Jamie purred as Riaz’s thrusts slowed. “Damn, I love that.” His hands slid forward on the counter until he could lean on his elbows. He kept his head up, though, and smiled at Riaz in the mirror. “So good.”

When Riaz focussed again, his gaze locked on to Jamie’s and he couldn’t help smiling. “Love hearing you say my name.” Leaning forward, he put a kiss on the nape of Jamie’s sweaty neck. “Love getting you all messy.”

“Love you.” Jamie shifted and purred again. “And I love it when you fuck me. Gonna feel that all day tomorrow.”

Yeah, still smiling. Hot, crazy boyfriend who loved to get fucked. Jamie was so out of his league and Riaz was so lucky. “Come to bed, gorgeous.” Riaz groped Jamie’s ‘breasts’ playfully. “I want to go to sleep with my boyfriend.”

Jamie arched into Riaz’s hands. “Mmm, yeah. A great big bed, my incredibly sexy boyfriend, and fresh new sheets? That sounds perfect.”