Big Book of Hatsome One Shots

Festive (N)

TW: Mild Cross Dressing, Sexual Content

Ross blinks, already feeling hot under the collar as he stares transfixed at the two men in his bedroom. Finger hovering over the light switch, lump of arousal in his throat, Ross opens and closes his mouth a few times.

Alex, standing at the edge of his bed wearing a snug red t-shirt, smirks widely at Ross' stunned expression; right hand in his pocket, left hand twirling the deep red leash in his fingers. At the other end of the leash, knelt on the bed with a matching collar fastened around his throat, Chris also appears to be fighting amusement at Ross' surprise. In comparison to Alex, Chris is practically naked; clad only in thigh-high red and white striped stockings, and a pair of too-tight short boxers.

"I- uh- why boxers?" Ross manages, making a valiant attempt to not stare at Chris' state of undress. Chris looks down at himself, causing the small bell attached to his collar to jangle softly, and Alex too looks at the underwear that doesn't quite match the stockings pulled up over Chris' legs.

"Well, I originally bought him a thong, right, only-" Alex looks back at Ross, sultry smile curling across his lips, "it wasn't quite up to the job, you know?" Immediately the image of Chris in a far too small, skimpy red thong flashes across Ross' mind and makes his mouth go dry.

"S-So why're... what's happening here?" Ross realises his hand is still resting over the light switch and brings it down to gesture to his two friends. Exchanging a grin between themselves, Chris shifts down the bed towards the pillows whilst Alex offers the leash to Ross - dropping his voice a semitone as Ross steps forward to take the soft material and passes right next to Alex as he does so.

"We're your presents, mate." Slipping a hand into the dip of Ross' back, pushing him towards the bed, Alex brushes the tip of his nose against Ross' temple as he leads him to sit where Chris had been but a minute previously. As soon as the mattress sinks a little under Ross' weight, Chris moves to straddle Ross' thighs - the legs of his shorts riding up even more.

Ross doesn't need to be told to move his hands to Chris' thighs, but Chris takes a gentle hold of his wrists and guides him anyways. The material of the stockings is silky smooth, and the heat of Chris' skin seeps easily through into Ross' palms. Hands leaving Ross' wrists to smooth up his chest and cup his jaw, Chris' lips are soft and warm as they press gently, tentatively against Ross'. It doesn't take long for those lips to part Ross', however, and as the kiss deepens and becomes more heated Chris starts to roll his hips down against Ross' thighs.

Thumbs stroking the skin just above Chris' stockings, smoothing up and down his thighs, Ross barely acknowledges Chris' fingers unbuttoning his shirt until the garment is being pushed from his shoulders. The bed sinks behind him, and then Alex's mouth is open and biting at his exposed neck from behind; stubble rough against Ross' skin. Still kissing Chris, Ross lets Alex pull his shirt off of his arms and gasps into Chris' mouth when he feels fingers over his nipples and teeth pulling at his earlobe. Breaking from Chris' mouth, Ross attempts to turn his head to look around at Alex.

Before he can, however, Chris turns Ross' attention back to him with one hand, and with the other guides Ross' hand - back on Chris' thigh after Alex removed his shirt - to rest over the semi-hard bulge in the front of Chris' most definitely too-tight underwear. Wetting his lips as he watches Chris' face contort with pleasure, watches Chris' bottom lip disappear between his teeth, Ross flexes his fingers to press teasingly against Chris' heat.

"Please," the word runs thick like honey over Chris' tongue, "please touch me more, Ross." It isn't often that Chris begs, usually being the one in control, and the thrill of hearing him like this makes a shock of arousal crackle wonderfully in Ross' groin and thighs. Curling his fingers easily around the outline of Chris' length through the short shorts, Ross still cannot take his eyes off of Chris' expressive facial features as he strokes him languidly with the material.