V (boyxboy short stories)

VVicked fashion show.

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     Kasper waited patiently for his signal, all emotion drained from his expression and posture, no body language to offer. He had worked enough in modelling to have full control over himself. Upon stepping on the catwalk, he would simply become the ambulant manikin he was supposed to. His brain would empty and his movements would happen impulsively as his unblinking eyes would focus on a spot far away, not even tearing up under the attack of uncountable flashes.

     "You're up!"

     He didn't actually register the words, just absorbed them as a vocal command that flinched his body into movement.

     Kasper's hips moved slightly as he walked and his shoulders rolled provocatively, his movements gracefully accurate despite his robotic mind. He was wearing a black fishnet shirt underneath a Victorian tailcoat, on his lean torso laying a long chestnut tie. His dress pants were tugged down enough to expose his v-line, and he was wearing army boots. Only one of the model's hands was covered by a fishnet glove, his fingers as black as his hair, which was ruffled seemingly aimlessly, when in fact an hour had been put into its stance. At his chest pocket was a clock, its chain loosely dangling as he moved.

     Through the jointing of formal, respectively trashy styles, he represented the kinky underneath one's fancy suit. Quite an ingenious idea, he dared say. The designer was creative, and the model in front of Kasper was also a proof for that.

     At the end of the catwalk, the previous model, Velvet, was posing for the cameras. His outfit was strongly effeminate, despite it being clear he was a man. His shapes were just for the look.

     He was the materialization of naughty. Velvet was wearing a tight corset, hugging his slim and petite upper body. It was of a grey-brown, with black vertical stripes, and beige laces tying it zigzag at the back.

     His skirt was short and pompous, of the same shade of brown as the corset, but plaid with black stripes, half of it covered in a black transparent cloth. One of the model's legs was wrapped in a rusty yellow fishnet and his other leg had a stocking made out of different materials sued together, of clockwork colours.

     The fashion show's theme consisted of clocks, in fact. One clock similar to the one at Kasper's pocket was covering one of Velvet's eyes, its long chain connected to an ear piercing, unseeable under the dark green hair matching a bow pinned to the top of his corset, its long ribbons trailing down like a tie. Many chains were dangling here and there, either pinned to his corset, skirt and even his leather high platform sandals.

     After swiftly turning around, hips first, shoulders next and head lastly, Velvet started walking towards Kasper. The platforms of his sandals were so heavy it seemed they were the ones leading his slender legs rather than his muscles, yet he managed to move more than fine. His hips were swaying nicely, and his arms, covered in beige and black corset arm warmers, were swinging by his slim body, almost touching it but not quite.

     Kasper only watched him from the corner of his eye, vaguely noticing his strident porcelain doll makeup. Velvet's eyes were surrounded by a green shading and black eyeliner, his lashes incredulously long and thick. The model's lips were a rusty yellow, the bottom one pierced just at the middle, the ring keeping his lips parted slightly.

     The two models approached more and more, but they kept their gazes ahead, Kasper's eyes covered entirely by his hair to let the attention rest on his bottom half of the face. Strong jaw, bitten lip, sharp cheekbones, as opposed to Velvet whose one exposed blue eye was widened curiously, lips inviting, cheeks dimpled.