Kinky Boots

Sex Is in the Heel

Awkward doesn't even begin to say how uncomfortable I was around Phil. While he still doesn't know that I'm the one he kissed, I can't help but avoid him as much as possible.

One afternoon, as I was picking up a few packages my designers had sent me, Phil tapped me on the shoulder. I let out a gasp and dropped the boxes that were in my hand. Phil rolled his eyes and leaned against the wall.

"You okay?" he asked.
"Yeah, I'm fine," I lied. "You?"
"I'm good. Why have you been so jittery lately?"
"Oh, y'know... work stuff."
"No, I don't know."
"Well," I shrugged. "It's been weird lately. That's all you need to know."
"Dan–"
"I'm gonna go put these in my room," I whispered.

As I headed for my room, I heard someone knock on the door.

"I got it," Phil said. He opened the door to find a very angry Alex.
"You..." he hissed. He stormed into the apartment and shoved Phil against the wall.
"Ow! What the fuck!" Phil yelled.

I dropped my packages and ran back to the front door. Alex and I made eye contact and he let go of Phil.

"Dan..." He walked towards me with open arms. I stepped back and shook my head warningly.
"You two know each other?" Phil asked.
"Yeah, we went to uni together," I lied. "He was just stopping by so we can go out to lunch and catch up."
"Yeah," Alex huffed. "Ready to go, Dan?" He ground his teeth together.
"Yeah, let's go."

I grabbed Alex by the arm and dragged him out of the flat. I closed the front door and walked out of the apartment building. I let out a sigh and leaned in for a kiss. He turned his head and frowned.

"What the fuck was that?"
"I'm trying to kiss you," I chuckled.
"In your apartment! Why'd you act like you barley knew me?" he yelled.
"I'm sorry, I am. It's just... my roommate isn't too open minded and I could potentially get kicked out if he finds out I'm gay..." I ran my hand up and down his arm and flashed him a soft smile. "I love you, baby..."
"I love you too," he mumbled. "Also, care to tell me why you're living with the man who kissed you?"
"Calm down, he doesn't know it was me," I sighed. "He doesn't know what I do for a living and I'd like to keep it that way."
"Secrets aren't good, Dan."
"I know, but like I said, he's a close-minded prick."
"Then why are you living with him?"
"Because rent is cheap and it's close to work."
"Why don't you come live with me?"
"Whoa, are you serious?" Alex shrugged. "We've only been dating for like five month‽ It's insane to even suggest."
"Is it really though?"
"Yes, it is," I chuckled. "We'll move in eventually, just not now."
"Fine," he mumbled.
"So, how was your night off?" I smiled.

I grabbed his hand and we started walking down the block to get lunch. As we walked, we passed a tattoo parlor.

"You should get a tattoo," Alex suggested.
"What? No," I nervously laughed.
"They're not that bad," he said. "I think you'd look hot with one."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah."
"What would I even get?"
"How 'bout we each get little hearts on our left wrists? You can do red and I'll do black."
"Mm, I don't know..."
"It'll be fun, I promise."

Alex grabbed my wrist and dragged me into the parlor. The rest is history.

***

For the next couple days, I was trying to hide my tattoo from Phil. I purposely kept my sleeves down and tried not to cross my arms. It's not that he was against tattoos, but I just wasn't up for answering his skeptical questions as to why I got it.

When I got home from work on morning, I headed straight to my room, not even bothering to say hi to Phil. As I walked, I heard him on the phone. I thought nothing of it until I heard Alex's name.

"No, I'm asking which nights he's not working," Phil said.
"He doesn't work Wednesday's and Thursday's."
"And what about Madame Rouge?"

I froze in place. Why the fuck is he asking about me?

"She doesn't work Tuesday's and Wednesday's. Every other day she's here. Have I answered all your questions sir? Because I've been up all night and I'd really like to go home and go to bed."
"Yes, thanks a lot."

He hung up and I raced to my room.

Shit. Shit. Shit.