“Why not?”
“Have you ever seen John Carpenter’sIn the Mouth of Madness?”
“I can’t say I have.”
“There’s this really creepy scene, you reminded me of that.”
“I don’t even know what that is, but still… Fuck. You.”
Thomas tossed Scott’s phone onto the bed. “Seriously, look it up, type these exact words –”
“No.”
“In the Mouth of Madness, reverse head crawling.”
Scott snatched up his phone, flaring his nostrils as he searched for the video. He could feel Thomas’s amused eyes watching him. Scott pressed play, inwardly grossed out by the scene playing on screen, but he shrugged in reply to the comparison. “I think she looks hot…”
Thomas burst out laughing. “Well, you didn’t.”
Scott held his thumb up. “My self-esteem thanks you.”
“But the cat stretch, when I filmed the gusset…” Thomas made an okay sign with his hand. “That was gold.”
“Never say that again.”
“Which part?”
Scott wrinkled his nose. “Gusset.”
Thomas smiled. “The lighting, the underwear, the soft bedding, and the new drapes. It was sensual, sexy, playful and cute.”
“Your compliment had nothing to do with me.”
“And you were great, Scott.”
Scott rolled over to face the other way. Thankfully, his cock was too worn out to get hard. He listened as Thomas unclipped the B-roll camera that had been recording the top of the bed.
“How was it?” Thomas asked.
“How was what?”
“Wearing women’s underwear.”
Scott sat up and looked down at himself. He tugged the knickers. “These were surprisingly comfortable, and…”
“And?”
“I think you’re right about the colour. They look good on my skin. I think black underwear would’ve washed me out, made me look sickly.”
Thomas bowed. “Thank you for trusting me, although you didn’t trust me that much; you insisted we bought both colours.”
“You were right, and I was wrong. I’ll admit it.”
“Damn,” Thomas hissed.
“What is it?”
“I wanted to catch you saying that on film. Next time maybe.”
