“Something like that.” Aaron hugged it to his chest and hurried to his apartment.
He’d done some online shopping after visiting Suede Dreams with Jay. Clicking through the enticing categories with growing excitement—Bodysuits,Clubwear,Roleplay,Stockings—he berated himself for never thinking of it before. His online cart quickly filled up with all the sexy clothing and accouterments he’d always been curious about, and now everything was here, just in time for his big debut. The first time he would put on the green bracelet and turn years of fantasy into reality.
A silent hope bloomed in Aaron’s chest—the possibility of ending the night with Jay, the gorgeous, sweet man who was quickly becoming a close friend. But that wasn’t why Aaron had made his impulsive suggestion.
Jay had revealed some insecurities that made Aaron’s heart hurt. He wanted to help Jay see what a catch he was. Even if he didn’t choose Aaron. As long as Jay finally realized just how much he had to offer to a lucky someone, it would be worth it.
And in the meantime, Aaron would do his best to be that lucky someone.
He dumped the contents on the bed and sorted through the pile. The skirt was a given, especially after the reaction it elicitedfrom Jay, and the rest of the outfit would have to come together around it.
Before trying anything on, he needed to shower. He stood under the spray, letting the hot water wash away the remnants of the week and flow over his hair, massaging his scalp. He considered shaving his legs, eventually deciding against it. It wasn’t his style. He enjoyed playing up the contrast between feminine and masculine—his small frame in a power suit, the shine of lip gloss against his five-o’clock shadow, smooth silk rubbing against his chest hair.
After a thorough shower, he dried off and put on the skirt. The fit was perfect, soft leather caressing his waist and whispering against his thighs as he moved. His daring plan of going commando didn’t last long, as his cock began to fill out and tent the skirt as soon as he glanced at himself in the mirror.
He rifled through the individually wrapped pieces on the bed until he found what he was looking for. The red, lacy thong had been a last-minute addition to the cart, an impulse buy that Aaron didn’t actually think he’d ever wear, but the idea of owning it had been too enticing to resist.
He shimmied the silky fabric up his thighs and strolled back and forth across the bedroom to test out the fit. It didn’t provide much coverage, barely containing his erection. Cool air swirled around the usually-covered skin with every step, a completely new sensation that only added to his excitement. Feeling adventurous, he plucked a black mesh shirt out of the pile and carefully slipped it on. Coarse fibers rubbed against his nipples, causing an unexpected moan to ripple out of his chest.
Coming back to the mirror to examine the results, he stared at his reflection, his breath hitching in his throat. The man staring back at him looked utterly phenomenal. The perfect fit of the skirt, the bits of skin teasing behind the mesh, the soft curves of his bare thighs. But the biggest difference wasn’t the clothing—it was the expression on his face. He looked flushed with desire, his eyes wild, his lips parted from heavy breathing.
He gave his reflection a sly smile and ran his hands down his body. Tonight would be his night.
After throwing on black combat boots he’d had since college and forcing his trembling hand to stay still while he put on his signature eyeliner, he wrapped himself in a long trench coat and left the apartment. The confidence he radiated needed to be bottled up for the night ahead to let him take the leap he’d been waiting for.
It was just another Friday night at the club, but the air seemed to crackle with energy as soon as Aaron stepped through the entrance. He abandoned his trench coat and phone at the coat check, squared his shoulders, and grabbed a green bracelet to go with the white one on the way inside. Everything was a little askew, slightly out of sync with reality as he took his first steps into the unknown. He was terrified and elated at the same time, floating across the club in a trance.
Even if he hadn’t seen himself in the mirror, the admiring glances were all the proof he needed that he’d made the right choice with the skirt. A few familiar faces sent him sultry winks as he moved through the crowd, and he returned their smiles without stopping.
It was dizzying. He’d never had so many people give him flirty looks, and all he wanted was sit down and take a few deep breaths while waiting for Jay.
Except Jay was already there. His eyes followed Aaron’s movements as Aaron approached, and he rose to his feet when Aaron stopped in front of him.
Neither of them spoke, too busy drinking in each other’s presence.
Jay was breathtaking. His suit could have come straight out of Aaron’s closet, except Aaron’s were tailored to emphasize his lithe frame, while Jay’s magnified his commanding presence.
The charcoal fabric strained at his broad shoulders, and the crisp white of the shirt underneath provided a stark contrast, resulting in a formal, almost severe presence. The perfectly knotted dark tie disappeared under the top button, making Aaron vibrate with the urge to trace it down Jay’s muscular chest.
He’d never considered what his perfect Dom might wear, envisioning a generic outline of shiny leather or latex. Seeing Jay made all those other fantasies disappear. Aaron knew with complete certainty that going forward, his every daydream would include the perfect combination of harsh lines and a soft smile.
“I was so fucking right about that skirt.” Jay broke the silence, his voice low and hoarse. He reached out to trail the back of his hand down Aaron’s arm, following the texture of the mesh.
“You look fucking hot,” Aaron returned the compliment, shivering from Jay’s light touch. “Did you do that knot yourself? Because that tie is probably the hottest part of the whole thing.”
Jay’s eyes danced with amusement as the corners of his lips tugged up. It wasn’t the wicked grin of a Dom, but the tender, playful expression he seemed to reserve for Aaron. “You say the sweetest things. I watched a YouTube video.”
Aaron took the chance to lean in and touch the tie, brushing his fingertips down its length. “Looks good,” he whispered.
Their gazes locked. Mere inches separated them, neither of them making a move to pull back, the air between them charged with possibility. The moment stretched into eternity, and it might have gone on forever if not for somebody rushing up to Jay.
“Holy shit, dude, you’re wearing a green bracelet!” A slim man wearing body glitter and denim cutoffs clapped his hands together and checked Jay out with clear intention. “I’msostarting a betting pool of who you’re going to destroy first.”
He flitted away as quickly as he appeared, no doubt hurrying off to tell everyone else about Jay’s sudden availability. Aaron stepped away with a resigned sigh, their silent connection broken. “I suppose this is where we part. You have many hopeful subs to destroy.”
“Yeah…” Jay trailed off, and a flare of possessiveness shot through Aaron. He wanted Jay for himself, but that wasn’t the deal they’d made.
“Do you want to check in later tonight?” he asked with hope in his voice, immediately rewarded by the relief on Jay’s face.
