Lucian
Wear something for metonight.
The text was timestamped 3:27PM, and Lucian read the message several times over the next few hours as it sank in. Five simple words followed him into the shower. Five simple words echoed in his ears even as the patter of water drowned out other ambient noises. Five simple words shadowed him into his bedroom and directed him toward thecloset.
Something.
There had been no specification, but Lucian knew what Marcus meant. There was no mistaking the intent in his message. Marcus wanted to see him in something unusual, something that Lucian feltgreatin.
Lucian chewed on his lip as he considered it. He had amassed a collection of button-down shirts from the thrift store since starting at The Shepherd, enough that he could cycle through his collection without drawing attention to the fact that he didn’t have much in the way of clothing, but none of them were special. Lucian wore them out of necessity. The Shepherd had a loose dress policy that Clarissa strictlyenforced.
No t-shirts.
Nojeans.
That outlawed the majority of Lucian’swardrobe.
Towel wrapped around his waist, Lucian pulled open his dresser drawer to select a pair of boxer-briefs from inside. As he considered skirting beneath Clarissa’s rules by wearing a pair of skinny black denim jeans, his eyes came to rest on something Lucian had long ago forgottenabout.
Lace.
His lips parted. The panties were an indulgence, a seldom used piece of Lucian’s identity that he rarely got to visit. With a delicate touch, he took them from the drawer andunfoldedthem.
Fine white patterns spanned from hip to hip. Lucian ran his thumb along them, savoring the smoothness. Not a thread was out ofplace.
They werebeautiful.
Lucian closed the drawer. He parted the towel from his hips and stepped into the panties. The lace crossed his thighs, then cushioned his cock. Lucian closed his eyes and soaked in thesensation.
When Marcus saw what he’d picked out for him, he wouldn’t be able to keep his hands tohimself.
WhenMarcussaw.
Lucian shivered. He sat on the edge of his bed, doing his best to chase away the intrusive thoughts that sought to harden his cock. If he went into work horny, it wasn’t going to end well for him. The first couple that curled up together in one of Lucian’s booths, playing with each other in anticipation of visiting the public rooms, would push him overtheedge.
He needed tocalmdown.
It wasonlylace.
Lace he was wearing forMarcus.
Lucian scrubbed his face and fell back onto the bed. He needed to finish getting ready. Work wouldn’t wait for him tocooldown.
A shirt, a pair of slacks, and a glance in the mirror later, Lucian was out the door. With the lace cradling his cock like it did, it was going to be a long night, made longer yet by the feeling of Marcus’ eyes on him from acrossthebar.
Lucian had a choice to make tonight—he could either let Marcus take him home, or he could rebuff his advances. But with the lace at his hips, the choice wasclear.
Tonight, he would let Marcus take what hedeserved.
He’d figure the rest out alongtheway.
* * *
“KnobCreek,neat.”
As if drawn in by his voice, Lucian looked up at Marcus. The dark depths of Marcus’ eyes tugged like vicious riptides that drew Lucian in and kept him beneath their surface. Lucian’s jaw went slack and his lips parted the slightest bit. A gasp tumbled from his lips. Marcus wasn’t treating him any differently than he usually did, but the reminder of what they were going to get up to after The Shepherd closed was impossible to forget when his cock was cradledwithlace.
“Do you know why I drink Knob Creek?” Marcus asked. His eyes never wandered from Lucian’s, and Lucian found he couldn’tlookaway.
