guilty pleasure

8 - a first

Boyfriend has been living with pico for a month and a half now, and he felt sort of underwhelmed. He got to see pico practice his new dance moves alot, and he got to sleep in the same bed as him, but other then those things, nothing big ever happens.

Its nice but at the same times its weird.

you'd think living with a poll dancer would be adventurous, but that seemes to not be the case.

Even if so, almost every night of every week, boyfriend sits on the couch while pico excuses himself as he goes into his room. Hes usually gone for over an hour before he comes out.

It's very confusing.

At the moment, boyfriend was in the kitchen looking for food while he waited for the other to come home. Living with pico was nice due to not having to worry about bumping into his parents.

Since pico works alot, boyfriend does the shopping, which he has never done before because his parents think he needs to eat healthy and usually almost nothing else since they seem to really like his ribcage.

After living with pico for a month and a half, he was finally no longer able to put his fingers under his ribs. His parents would say that having some stomach fat is a bad things but, lately when him and pico cuddle on the couch, the other lays on his stomach.

Boyfriend can't figure out if its sweet or an insult. Probably the better half.

While roaming through the kitchen, boyfriend opened a cabinet and took out some chips he bought. He went to go sit down but he felt pain coming from the fabric around his thighs.

For some odd reason, boyfriend thought it would be fun to wear some of picos thigh highs, but due to pico only having one garderbelt, they kept crunching up.

Boyfriend put the chips down on the counter to bend a bit to pull them up, but as he did, he heard the doorknob to the apartment click. Pico didn't know that boyfriend tried his stockings on, so he quickly got behind the counter.

The door soon opened. "Hey, how was your day?" Boyfriend put his elbow on the countertop and his hand on his cheek.

"It was fine. I worked at the bar tonight, so it was pretty uneventful. A guy tried to grope me, but I'm usually on that shit, so nothing happened." Boyfriend felt a pain down in his lower abdomin. Pico usually says something bad happened but it always gets to him. He says he's fine and that it comes with the job.

Boyfriend doesn't like that.

"What did you do today?" Pico asked as he walked up to the counter. Boyfriend felt worry course through him.

"I just sort of hung out. I cleaned a little."

"Sounds like a fun day." As pico said that, he soon started to walk behind the counter.

"Wait!" The other jolted. He stopped. "I uh..." okay, think of a distraction. "Im not wearing pants." Good enough. Its better then the dancer seeing him in, well...stockings...his stockings.

"Okay? I don't really care, I see you without pants alot." Pico stopped moving. Boyfriend sighed. "Its cute, seeing you in a to big shirt." Boyfriend flushed. He had, but Boyfriend felt that he would get into trouble.

"Yeah its just that i...um..."

"Honey i don't care, but if you would like, I'll cover my eyes." Pico lifted his brows as he covered his eyes with his hand. Boyfriend immediately ripped the stockings off and walked into the others room.

"Okay, you're good." Boyfriend sighed as he opened one of the dresser drawers and pulled out a pair of jeans. He slipped them on then walked out after he put the stockings on the others bed where he had got them.