They grabbed it and moved to the dresser. A minute later,Vic was dressed and standing in front of the mirror against the wall. Vic had seen themselves in the clothes so many times, but now, knowing that someone was going to be seeing them in this in a matter of an hour, Vic was starting to freak out. They smoothed their hands down the pleather fabric, wondering if it was too short. Vic lifted the front, looking at the way the underwear cupped around their cock and balls. Vic swished their hips, a smile tugging their lips upward at the way the movement felt against their bare skin. Vic hoped Tawson liked it.
It was three-forty when Vic picked their phone back up. They had a text from Tawson, sent fifteen minutes ago, that he had one more student and then he’d head over. Vic made sure to move the small Chinese container to the bedside table, dumping the foil packets of different colors in the bottom drawer. Vic noted that at least one of them had the word ‘ribbed’ on it.
They moved to the kitchen and turned on one of the eyes to start cooking the meat for tacos. Vic focused on that and the music playing from their phone instead of counting down the minutes until Tawson showed up. They were chopping up lettuce when three knocks caught their attention. Vic waited another second for the fourth, secret knock to come. They took a deep breath and steeled themselves to open the door. Vic checked through the peep hole first to make sure it was Tawson. The last thing they wanted to do was open the door for a neighbor dressed the way they were.
“Hey.” Vic opened the door and stepped back to let Tawson in. Vic leaned out and sighed, no one was in the hallway.
“Oh my god, Vic.” Tawson dropped his bag to the floor while Vic locked the door behind him. He dropped the sunglassesand hat in a haphazard pile. “Fuck, baby.”
Vic stood half awkwardly as Tawson’s eyes raked over their body. Vic rubbed their right hand up and down their left forearm, nerves threatening to show in the form of tears. Tawson asked them to spin and Vic did, smiling as the nerves turned to a little drop of confidence.
Chapter Thirteen
~ Tawson ~
Vic was absolutely stunning in the outfit. Their thighs were all muscle and thick, barely hidden under the black skirt. The tank top showed off their arms and collarbones. The very lickable, delicious collarbone. It was more like a camisole, dainty and the white contrasted beautifully against Vic’s skin. Every part of Tawson’s body was on board with the outfit.
“Do-” Vic’s tongue darted out nervously. “Is this okay?”
“It’s more than okay,” Tawson said. He really couldn’t tear his eyes away. Vic had muscles and decently wide shoulders, but their waist tapered in, giving the illusion of an hourglass figure. The clothes didn’t bulge or stretch either. Vic must have done some good research to figure out what size fit them best. Tawson knew from his older sister growing up and his ex that more feminine clothing was confusing as shit. “You look amazing. How do you feel, though?”
It took a moment of contemplation before Vic spoke. “It’s not as scary as I thought it would be wearing this around someone. Around you.”
“And does wearing this make you feel any different?” Tawson knew there was a whole spectrum to everything. He knew Vic was struggling with it. Having the self-awareness but not being able to really express yourself had to be weighing on them. Even when they were alone, Vic was hesitant to talk about it. Tawson tried to respect that. He already fucked that up once. He just wanted Vic to be true to themselves. It wasn’t an excuse, but maybe he was being one of those people that weretooaccepting and tried too hard.
“It’s hard to explain,” Vic said. They moved to the kitchen where Vic finished chopping up the lettuce while they spoke. “It’s not like I’m putting this on and I’m a whole new person. I’m still me. I just. This is going to sound so lame, but the analogy that Shrek uses when he says he’s like an onion. That’s how I feel. This is just another layer of who I am. It doesn’t change all the other layers- parts- about me.”
Tawson tried not to laugh at the analogy and mention of the animated movie. But whatever helped Vic understand and explain themselves worked. He moved into the tiny kitchen and stood behind Vic. Tawson’s hands started at Vic’s shoulders and ran the length of their back. The camisole was soft and shifted easily under Tawson’s hands. He could feel the heat coming off Vic’s body underneath the thin fabric. He paused when his hands touched the thicker fabric of the skirt. It hugged Vic’s hips perfectly.
He nuzzled his nose in Vic’s hair and took a deep breath. Vic must have showered after classes because the scent was strong. Inviting. He closed his eyes and whispered softly, “I’m so proud of you.”
Vic turned in his arms and kissed him. Vic’s arms went around his neck and pressed their bodies together. Tawsonwas still wearing his slacks and button up shirt from teaching.
“Thank you,” Vic whispered against Tawson’s lips. “I hope you’re hungry because I made more than enough for us.”
They spent the next hour eating and talking. Vic talked about their classes and Tawson talked about grading and what they were learning in class. Vic was intellectually smart and Tawson enjoyed discussing themes and morals in various books. Eventually, they changed positions on the couch and Vic rested their back against the arm rest and their feet on Tawson’s lap. With Vic’s legs on full display and the angle Tawson sat, he could see more than his fair share under the skirt.
“My eyes are up here, Professor Lancaster.” Vic tilted their foot to press against Tawson’s lower abdomen. The way Vic said his name so formally. He heard it all day long, but no one made his dick twitch with interest. It took him longer than necessary to break his stare and look back up at Vic’s eyes. “Like what you see?”
“You could be wearing a brown paper bag and I would still find you sexy as fuck,” Tawson said honestly. He moved his hands to massage Victor’s feet. They were soft, a small callus on their left big toe, but that was it.
“Well.” Vic scooted lowered themselves on the couch, the skirt riding up well past what would be considered decent. The white lace was on full display when Vic spread their legs slightly. Tawson knew what Vic wanted. Knew that he was next to powerless to resist. Vic was already hard, the bulge in the underwear making that more than clear. “Maybe you should have a closer look.”
Tawson smiled and moved to hover over Vic’s body. The couch was spacious enough, butboth of their frames were a bit too big to fit comfortably. Tawson leaned down and kissed Vic when he felt legs wrap around his waist. “You are something else, Vic.”
“We might be a little more comfortable in my bed,” Vic suggested. The words came out airy, even though Tawson hadn’t done more than hover over them. Vic’s eyes were large, serious. Their tone was full of suggestion.
“And what might we be doing in this bed of yours?” Tawson punctuated the question with a long, drawn out kiss. Tawson pulled back and, despite the teasing, stood up from the couch and held his hands out for Vic. Both of them were kidding themselves yesterday when Vic said they just wanted Tawson to come over and hang out. His arms wrapped around Vic as soon as their feet touched the ground. The trip from the couch to the bedroom took a lot longer than it should have, seeing that they stayed glued together and might have taken turns backing each other up against the walls on either side of the hallway. Maybe sneaking into the apartment wasn’t so bad, Tawson thought to himself when Vic palmed his cock through the slacks.
It was still plenty light outside by the time they did get to the bedroom. Tawson waited, happily, in the doorway while Vic pulled the curtains closed. The blinds were already down, which would have been enough for Tawson, but the view he got when Vic knee-walked over the bed and reached up to pull the curtain had him keeping quiet.
He crossed the room just as Vic finished drawing them. They had the desk lamp and a lamp on the bedside table that cast more than enough light to see but give a dim, romantic glow to everything. Vic let out a small squeaking noise when Tawson reached out and spun Vic around, pinning their back to themattress.
“You are a sight,” Tawson said. He sealed his lips over Vic’s and took control quickly. His tongue brushed against Vic’s, taking all he wanted. He could taste the lingering heat of the hot sauce Vic drowned their tacos in.
Vic’s hands ran down Tawson’s sides and up under his shirt. Tawson’s muscles quivered under the soft touches. “I got supplies,” Vic offered. It was spoken so softly and Tawson could hear the smallest hint of hesitation. “If- If you still want to.”
“Of course I want to,” Tawson said. He kissed Vic once more before pulling back and sitting on his heels so he was straddling Vic’s legs. “Do you still want to?”
