Every Boy's Fantasy - PART TWO of Guns & Roses

Eighteen Grand and A Side of Quiche

Some things, Chris was always glad not to know about.

Sure, he was aware that Caleb had given some sort of okay in the very hot, and delightful moment regarding Drew and Darren in bed, all while Chris was feeling weak and so turned on he had almost pulled the soul from his body with it. He also would have been very glad he didn't know Caleb had spoken to his brothers over their very real-seeming ambitions.

Chris was okay with the former, if only because he was sure it would never really happen, and was fine with it living in his head, and that was it.

He'd never have the cojones to approach either one of the other blondes in the house though, so, it was a nonfactor entirely.

The next morning, he woke up, found Caleb was still out from his late night and stretched, enjoyed the quiet and warmth of the body beside him, flipped onto his side, grabbed the tablet, and checked out IG.

Over the past few months, he had found out he did like social media, mainly just to look. He just never posted, and didn't have anyone to follow him or anything like that, but, he loved looking at new videos people put out; a lot of crafts stuff, a lot of artists, exhibit posts, and people who traveled extensively.

Recently he had found and fallen in love with a guy on Insta, an upcoming influencer, and his style was out of this world appealing, he had hit follow just to check out what he wore day to day in his posts. By now, Chris had dozens of looks saved, and they were all just...different. Not the usual things he wore, but, was kind of thinking, he wouldn't have minded trying something new.

Just to see. After all, the bondage lingerie had been a minor hit and one of the looks that he kept coming back to was just phenomenal. He really loved it, and it was just an odd mix of male and female aesthetic, something he'd never wear to like, a grocery store or something, but to an event or something fun and poppy or a night club? Definitely that.

He had found, the more comfortable he and Caleb got, the more willing to explore in his own skin he was becoming, and had yet to find a damn thing that turned Caleb off in any manner that he put on or off his body.

He had, just to see his reaction, brought up the idea of getting a garter belt, and Caleb had looked at him, and his legs with such serious heat, that Chris had immediately backtracked on it with a nervous laugh and told him he was just playing around.

His reply? "If you do, get fishnets baby, then I'll tie you up with them." So, that had answered that question.

But this? This was kind of already in his wheelhouse. The problem for him was, was that he had links to all the looks, and every single thing was around three hundred dollars. Every shirt, shoe, and pair of jeans or slacks or whatever it was? The minimum he had seen was two seventy-five. It was absolutely outrageous.

Still...

His therapist Masha had given him two tasks to do this month; one was to reconnect with a hobby or find a hobby to help him focus on something self-constructive. Something that, in her words, might make him feel like a more well-rounded, individual human being and not just an extension of other people's wants and whims. Then, she had given him a second task, which was to simply do something for himself that was frivolous, out of his normal range of comfort, and to try something new.

The whole focus this month was just finding things he liked to do, for his own state of well-being and to reinvent a portion of his life to "suit the current and not the past".

It all sounded great in theory, but, he was struggling with it. Just didn't know where to start. However, it hit him, that maybe, maybe something like this would be good for option number two. Just a frivolous shopping spree he would have never in his life thought he could really do or afford.