“One more thing before I sign off,” I said, and I noticed how husky my voice had grown. I cleared my throat and sat up straighter. “We’re having a fundraiser for Safe Harbor at Ruby Redd’s in a couple of weeks.”
I gave them the date, told them more about the organization and encouraged them to donate if they were looking for a worthy cause. I’d even set up an online wish list on a popular site so all donors had to do was click to purchase socks and other necessities that Andre had told me were needed and they were sent directly to Safe Harbor.
I stood up to shut off the recording. “You can’t move for another five minutes because your nails are drying.”
He stayed silent as I sat back down. “Are you mad at me?”
He shook his head and blinked rapidly staring down at his sparkly pink nails.
“Then why are you so quiet?” I asked wondering if anything I said had made him anxious or pissed.
“Just thinking,” he mumbled as he continued watching me.
I grew completely still, my stomach muscles constricting. “About what?”
He leaned forward, being mindful of where his hands were on the table. “About how much I adore you.”
My lips parted as a hard puff of air escaped. My heart had swollen to the size of a gigantic helium balloon as all the molecules between us thickened and crackled, restricting my airway.
I cleared my throat once. Then twice.
“That nail polish looks awesome on you,” I said, trying to deflect how he was making me feel. Like somebody had released a pile of confetti in my stomach.
He smiled languidly. “I like it.”
“Do you?” As I began packing away my supplies, my fingers still trembling, I was hit with the urge to try something new, since Sebastian was being so pliant. And wonderful. And so damn breathtaking.
I lifted a deep crimson tube of lipstick from the makeup tray and unscrewed the lid as I studied his face. Dark scruff grew on his chin matching the striking dusky shade of his eyes. “This color will suit you.”
Sebastian didn’t object, simply watched me with open and trusting eyes. I leaned forward with one hand cupping his chin, and gently swiped the rouge across his full bottom lip, my cock swelling painfully hard against my zipper.
After I was satisfied the color was evenly spread across his mouth, I gathered his face in my hands and moved closer, so that we were breathing the same air. “I adore you too.”
His gaze softened as a quiet moan escaped in his throat.
I kissed him tenderly while our eyes remained open and pinned to each other. It was sensual and emotional and my chest felt full to bursting.
“Can I move yet?” he asked in a breathless voice. “Because I am dying to touch you.”
“Not yet.” My fingers explored every plane and angle of his face, as I traced his cheeks and forehead, his ears and jaw and throat.
I kissed him softer, harder, deeper, longer. Our tongues mingled and the lipstick smeared against my bare lips and chin. We were covered in scarlet red, our hearts mixing and tangling together to form a richer shade.
35
Sebastian
When Tate stood up and reached for my hand, I went willingly. We still had lipstick smudged on our faces but my nails were dry and I wouldn’t have traded those intimate moments with him for the world. I knew right then and there that I was hopelessly in love with this man.
Swiftly removing our clothes, we made out on the bed like a couple of horny teenagers in a borrowed car rubbing up against each other.
Tate lifted up and flipped the other way, sinking down on his stomach so that he was eye level with my cock and his ass and balls were in close proximity to my chin.
Sixty-nines were not something new for me, but they had never been quite like this before. I was momentarily frozen not knowing what to savor first when I felt Tate lick a long line down my cock with the flat of his tongue. I groaned shamelessly and angled my head to lap at his balls, the one thing I noticed he loved most.
“Yeah, right there,” he ground out. “Oh fuck, feels good.”
I kept up the pressure of my lips and tongue while he deep throated me. I groaned around his balls as I pulled them into my mouth one at a time and relished them.
His fingers slid down my outer thighs to dig into my ass as he kissed open-mouthed along the top of my legs and hipbones. When his hands kneaded my cheeks, and licked a line along the seam of my groin and thigh, I moaned and squirmed.
“Bend your knees,” he said as I placed my feet flat on the mattress. His fingers trailed behind my thighs to the crease of my knees, making the hair on my legs lift and tingle. “That’s it, so sexy.”
I hummed in response, licking his shaft as I held it steady in my fist.
He parted my knees further, adjusting his weight and shifting downward, as he licked at my balls and then lower to my taint. My balls felt heavy and full as they rested in the crook of his neck. The tips of his fingers parted my cheeks open, and I could feel him studying my asshole.
“Tate.” The muscles in my legs stiffened and I made the motion to pull away because nobody had ever had such a close up view of my most intimate place.
“It’s okay,” he said, massaging my thighs and kissing the inside of my leg. “It’s really pretty.”
“Oh fuck.” Somehow his words entirely cranked me up and a tremor rushed up my spine to my hairline. My muscles slackened in response.
“Can I taste you?” he asked, his warm breath brushing like fingertips across my hole. “Please let me taste you.”
“Goddamn, Tate,” Electricity zinged through me at the sound of his voice. It was low and throaty as if he were completely turned on. “I don’t know….”
He pulled back and relaxed his hold. “It’s okay if you’re not ready…if you don’t want me to—”
“Well fuck, I think I actually might,” I said squirming as he blew his warm air across my balls. “Do it before I change my mind.”
He adjusted his shoulders between my thighs, which were spread open and quivering. When I felt the tip of his tongue trace my hole, I nearly shot off the bed.
“Damn, I knew you’d taste good,” he blurted, muffled against my thigh.
“Oh wow. I didn’t know, I can’t even…” I blubbered, my brain short-circuiting and giving in to pure sensation.
His tongue went to work again, circling and probing at my hole, while I panted and moaned and gripped the covers forcefully.
“I don’t want anybody else, Sebastian, and it’s freaking me out,” he said as if I could even focus on the amazing confession. And maybe that was the whole point. Baring his soul while he was licking me into submission and I couldn’t even see his fucking eyes.
“I don’t want anybody else, either,” I said, my fingers gripping his neglected cock. “Fuck, I can’t even concentrate when you’re down there.”
I felt him smile against my thigh, his forehead resting there momentarily, as if he had just declared something brave. My fingers moved down to brush through his hair and he twisted his head to gently plant a kiss on my forearm.
It was a tender moment in the middle of an overwhelmingly intimate act and instead of thinking too hard about it I doubled my efforts on his cock, trying to blow his mind as well.
When his mouth returned to my thighs, he kissed every square inch around my hole, leaving me a quivering mess. “Please,” I whimpered.
“Please what?” he asked and I squirmed beneath the erotic pressure of his lips against my sensitive skin.
“Don’t fuck with me,” I growled. “Please taste me again.”
“I thought you’d never ask,” he said in a singsong voice, and I heard the unspoken words. Paybacks were a bitch. “Lift your knees to your chest.”
I raised my legs toward my shoulders. Never had I felt this exposed and vulnerable to somebody before. It made me want to jerk away and at the same time get carried away in the moment.
As Tate kissed and licked at my hole, my
entire body began vibrating as pinpricks of heat swept across my skin and consumed my flesh. I was panting openly at the sensation of allowing somebody this intimacy.
Tate had a substantial hold on my hips, so I couldn’t even sway them if I wanted to. It was if I was hostage to his tongue and everything it was doing to me. My breaths were messy, and I shuddered as he continued to jab and press inside.
“Goddamn,” he said. “I want to get my finger in you. Just bear with me. You’re going to love it.”
His thumbs spread me open, and he prodded his tongue past the circular muscle, moaning as if he loved every minute of pleasing me. I whimpered shamelessly, because holy fuck was it good. Having my lover’s tongue jab and worm its way inside my body left me bereft with the most incredible awareness of all the pleasure receptors in my brain sounding off at once.
My muscles felt weak, my breathing shallow. Hell, I couldn’t even recite the alphabet in that moment if I tried. The tip of his finger replaced his tongue, and at first it burned a bit, so I grunted and fidgeted.
But then the muscle gave way, and his finger was inside me. He began sliding his digit in and out until I became adjusted to the feel of it and then he did this little trick with his wrist and all at once the blood rushed straight to my groin. “Oh God. Oh fuck!”
“Welcome to your prostate.” Another few pumps and everything buzzed awake inside me. I babbled nonsensically as my head lolled side to side.
“Uuuuuuhhhh, Tate,” I mumbled as he finger fucked me and my hips rocked upward to force him deeper. “I need to come.”
“Damn you’re so sexy.” As he gingerly pulled his finger from my ass, I felt the loss immediately. He sat straight up and fisted his cock as if staving off his own orgasm. “I’d love for you to come inside me.”
My body went rigid at the very suggestion. He carefully flipped over to face me and I was able to lower my legs onto the bed, which helped get my erection under control. He leaned back so that my length nudged against the crack of his ass. I could almost imagine my cock pushing inside his tight heat, and my cheeks and neck reddened from the intimate thought.
He leaned down to kiss me and I grasped his face in my hands. “Do it.”
“Are you sure?” he asked wiggling his ass against me. His long cock curved against his abdomen, purple and trickling with pre-come.
“Please...I’m about to lose my fucking mind here.”
“Don’t move,” he said as he leaned over the side of the bed to the nightstand, where we had placed some condoms and lube earlier in the week just in case.
With nimble fingers, he rolled the condom down my length and then copiously applied lube before finally balancing on his knees and lining up his slicked hole.
He bent forward to graze my lips as he slowly lowered himself on top. My fingers gripped his thighs as the tip of my cock penetrated his tight muscle. He stilled as I whimpered, barely hanging on.
“Holy fuck, I’ve never felt anything so tight,” I ground out as I mashed my teeth together trying to hold on a little longer. Tate’s cock was long and beautiful, his chest flushed, and his mouth gleaming wet from biting his lip.
“I’m not going to last.” He grabbed his cock, fondling it in long and easy strokes, knowing exactly how he liked it. My hand wrapped around his and he bowed his back, urging me on, as I pumped him good and fast.
Tate began moving, lifting his ass and sliding back down, while his fist gripped his length. “Oh damn.”
My balls were tight and my spine was hot and prickling. “Fuck, Tate, I can’t—”
He threw his head back and came with a shout, his come spurting out in long ribbons across my stomach and chest and neck.
I clutched his muscular thighs feeling the urge to drive upward into his hot hole. I could feel his ass muscles constricting around my rigid cock and that’s when I lost my last measure of control. I grunted Tate’s name as I fired my entire load inside him, and a blaze of lights exploded in front of my eyes, temporarily blinding me.
My entire body was shuddering, my fingers gouging the pillowcase, as I desperately tried to harness my runaway breaths.
Tate sank down on top of me and I could feel his muscles trembling, his heart jackhammering, matching mine beat for beat. “Damn, that was—”
“Incredible,” I finished for him, as his mouth rested against my neck, his breaths puffing against my heated skin.
Several minutes later, when he could finally move, he disposed of the condom and cleaned us both up, using a hand towel from the bathroom.
“I can’t even...” I pulled him back into my arms. “Get over here.”
His chest heavy against mine, his softened cock nestled between my thighs felt perfect. Wonderful. Right.
“Thank you for giving me that,” I whispered into his temple.
When he sighed and settled against me, it was right on the edge of my tongue, but I pinned my lips in a neat, straight line. I love you.
36
Tate
“You and Richard will be there early?” I asked Tori as I rummaged around the apartment getting my things in order for the fundraiser tonight.
“Yep, wouldn’t miss it,” she said. “Meeting your mom and George there.”
“Cool,” I said as I reached for my makeup kit to place in my bag. Most of my heavier supplies were kept in the dressing room at Ruby Redd’s but I liked using my own trusty brands as a base.
Mom’s husband George was totally cool with me and what I did for a living, which was a complete 360 from my dad, who would never dream of stepping his foot inside a place like Ruby Redd’s. Some of Mom’s society ladies wouldn’t either. Except as it turned out, plenty of people had somebody on the LGBTQ spectrum in their families—go figure—so many were open to the idea. Besides, this benefit was really about helping the homeless.
“Will your man be there?” Tori asked, handing me my favorite body lotion to place in my bag, because the outfits for tonight’s burlesque theme itched like crazy.
I rolled my eyes but I couldn’t help smiling either.
“You know I’m thrilled for you, right?” she asked. “So don’t do anything to mess it up.”
“Gee, thanks.” I blew her an air kiss as I went out the door.
I started walking to Christopher Street just as droplets of rain began to patter against my cheeks. Crap, I hoped the weather didn’t keep more people from showing up tonight—we still had tickets available for sale at the door.
But according to Bethany, we were able to get some big name philanthropists to buy tickets to the show. Whether or not they attended the benefit was a different discussion, but at least the money would be coming in for a good cause.
When I arrived at Ruby Redd’s, all of the queens were already there—excited and restless. We had already practiced the lineup for the show yesterday afternoon. And the Lady Marmalade finale—with me dressed as Pink, Jessica as Lil’ Kim and two other queens as Christina Aguilera and Mya—was the best idea I had in a long time. We would change into our matching costumes while Candy Cane was performing and we were going to rock their socks off and hopefully bring more money in for Safe Harbor.
As we all stood around in a circle discussing our getups and wigs with Bethany, Maurice joined us in the back dressing room, which was already a tight fit. “I put an additional bartender on the schedule to help Phil tonight so let’s keep the drinks flowing, ladies.”
Maurice was always about the bottom line so although most of tonight would go to charity, he still had a bar to run. There were also additional servers coming in but the event was catered so the kitchen would be closed tonight. Instead, our guests would be feasting on finger foods and crudités while they watched drag queens tear up the stage.
Before I knew it, my wig was in place, my cock strapped tightly against my body, and there was energy in the dressing room that only rivaled nights when a celebrity was spotted at one of the tables.
Jessica and I tiptoed behind the curtain to peek into th
e audience and point out people that we recognized. My heart stuttered when I saw Sebastian being introduced to my mom by Tori. He looked fucking hot with his rolled up shirtsleeves and black trousers. Almost like he was purposely trying to distract me. “They look like they’re having a nice conversation,” Jessica said and I hoped Mom wouldn’t ask him how we met.
My mom did not know the nitty gritty details about Alan—I had kept that from her, as did Tori, thankfully. She knew I had dated somebody and I was a bit heartbroken from the fallout but she didn’t know her son was like a kept man—a kept drag queen was actually more like it.
The crowd at the front door became momentarily jammed as a group of well-dressed ladies stepped inside. A couple of them had the deer-caught-in-headlights look, but I’d go easy on them during my performance tonight since this was about charity. Any other night, they were fair game.
I saw Annie anxiously reach for Sebastian’s arm and whisper in his ear. Something felt off about the situation but I had no time to think it through because Maurice was ushering us back to the hallway to get in final prep mode for the show. I straightened my bustier, swept my fingers through my short blond wig to be sure it was taped securely, and got into my Frieda Love headspace for the performance.
37
Sebastian
“Nice nail polish,” Tori said, snickering at me. “It goes well with the theme of the show.”
I looked down at my hands, remembering how Tate asked to try a new color on me last night and I had agreed. It was a cobalt blue and I had already forgotten that my nails were painted such a bold hue. No wonder the bagel shop owner gave me a funny look this morning while ringing me up. I smiled thinking about how Tate had so thoroughly infiltrated my life. I felt happier than I had in a long time and way more relaxed in my own skin.
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