Maid Outfit
Tat_Tat
Summary:
Kevin lets Edd clean his room, on one condition. . .
Notes:
This contains cross dressing, hair pulling, dirty talk, Master/Slave relationship, some spanking, and rough sex. Kinky stuff.
Work Text:
The last thing Edd expected was a disaster.
He dropped his books at the sight of Kevin's dorm room, which had adopted the 'bachelor pad' decor. There were sports jerseys and t-shirts strewn over the couch, bed, and computer chair. Pants lay on the floor. And, as if Kevin had a sudden shred of slight dignity- his boxers lay in a uniform pile in the corner of the room next to the closet. There was an open pizza box on the desk, pizza crusts left standing (Kevin hated the crust), and a few cans of beer. There were other, minor details to the mess, too many details, overwhelming Double D.
"KEVIN!"
As if there was no mess, Kevin poked his head out of the bathroom. The faucet was on (thank god he was washing his hands, Double D thought). "Hey, Dork."
"WHAT HAPPENED?!"
"Um, what do you mean?" Kevin emerged, drying his hands with a towel. He casually tossed the expired towel on the floor where it joined a pair of ripped jeans.
"YOUR ROOM. IT'S- IT'S."
"Oh. That." Kevin looked at his surroundings, neutral, or simply apathetic. "It's been a rough week."
"No excuses, Mister." Double D wagged his finger. "If you clean up after yourself a little bit everyday, it can prevent your living quarters from looking like a landfill." He bent back, choked by the sight of it all. "Good Lord, it almost looks like Ed's room."
"So. . .we gonna go eat or what?" Kevin stuffed his wallet in his back pocket, keys looped around his index finger.
"HEAVENS NO," Edd shrieked, slamming the door behind him. "We're going to clean this mess before we participate in any other activity."
"Okay, have fun with that." Kevin set his keys down, and went to the kitchen, fetching another beer for the pile. He leaned on the counter overlooking the dorm room, watching the dork. After a moment he set his beer down. "We can't have you clean like that."
He set his hands on Edd's shoulders. The other man was so engrossed in his plight that it took him a moment to notice the weight on his shoulder blades. "Excuse me." He tried moving but Kevin held him there.
"If you have to clean, you're going to have to change your clothes."
"I beg your pardon?"
"Kevin pulled him up and led him to the closet. The redhead reached inside, and pulled out a black dress accompanied by a frilly apron. Edd's eyes widened as he recognized the uniform.
"Out of the question."
"Then you can't clean up my room... Or would you prefer if you were naked?"
Edd folded his arms. "I don't have to put up with this. I will leave if you continue to harass me, Kevin."
He waved the uniform at Double D and as promised, Edd turned around, heading for the door. His hand stopped mid-turn of the doorknob.
"You won't leave. You want to clean my room."
They both stood in silence, waiting for the other to cave. And then Edd turned back around, sliding the deadbolt behind him. He stomped over, head bent down, and grabbed the uniform from Kevin.
Five minutes later Edd emerged from the bathroom. The maid outfit fit him snug as a glove. To Edd's disdain, the skirt was short, even with the petticoat hiding his ass with all the ruffles. Over the knee white stockings brought out the curves in his legs. He squeezed his toes in and out, embarrassed by his attire.
