I've got my eye on you Simon

Lesson Five - John MacTavish

To say that Johnny was anxious would be the biggest understatement in the history of understatements. He was terrified, terrified of the fact that he had no clue about what Simon wanted of him. Despite this fear however he got dressed into some light blue jeans and a loose, oversized, t-shirt which he French tucked into his jeans. He pulled his favourite boots on and grabbed his phone and wallet. Johnny made his way to Simon's room at 8:50 and hesitated before he knocked on the door.

Simon was in the middle of getting dressed when he heard the knock on his door and swung it open impatiently, standing only in his trousers and mask.

"What." He snarled, ready to beat up whoever was disturbing him until he saw that it was only Johnny. "Oh, it's you. Didn't think you'd come."

He turned back to his wardrobe letting a pink-faced Johnny enter his room. Simon pulled out his old rugby hoodie and threw it on his bed along side a black leather jacket and a t-shirt. Johnny watched every movement carefully.

"Of course I'd come, you asked me to." Johnny said timidly.

Simon huffed and ran his eyes up and down Johnny's body and outfit.

"At least you can follow instructions." He mumbled.

Johnny blushed and fiddled with the hem of his shirt. Simon pulled on his t-shirt and leather jacket. He moved over to his desk and rummaged through his drawer. He pulled out a face mask with a skull pattern on it and what looked like an eye shadow palette.

"Sit on the bed."

Johnny obeyed, confused but not wanting to anger Simon. Simon walked over and dropped the hoodie, mask and a black cap in his lap.

"You'll need to wear these, identities are hidden at these events and this hoodie will show people you're with me."

Johnny inspected the hoodie. It was a deep navy blue with the name 'RILEY' printed on the back. Johnny's mind ran wild with the thought of wearing one of Simon's hoodies but he pulled it on anyway. He put the mask and hat on while Simon was applying dark eye shadow onto his eyelids. Johnny watched closely, he was skilful at the task, like he'd done it many times before. Johnny felt a slight hint of jealousy at how good the makeup looked, he could never get it to look good, like never.

Simon finally stood up straight and turned to Johnny. Johnny had his hands placed neatly on his lap, his feet hanging off the bed because of his height and practically drowning in the hoodie. Simon felt his dick instinctually twitch and he pinched his own thigh to calm his heart. Simon walked over and tugged the hood up, further covering Johnny's face.

"There, now no one will know who you are. People shouldn't ask but in case they do, your name is now Soap and you will refer to me as Ghost."

Johnny frowned and pouted.

"Why Soap?"

Simon smirked under his mask and leaned in close.

"You clean up well pretty boy, should wear bigger clothes more often. Makes you look even smaller."

Johnny flushed bright red and hid his face in his hands.

"S-Shut up Simon, also you have a boyfriend, you can't be saying those things."

Simon shrugged and stood up straight.

"I can tell he doesn't like me like that. He's using me for sex and nothing else, so I can play whatever games I like and don't pity me MacTavish, I enjoy his dick so I don't care how he feels about me."

Johnny gave him a conflicted look.

"Why not find someone that's good and loves you?"

"What is this, sex therapy?" Simon scoffed at him.