Devil's Effect

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Dinner was good, but it was way past time to get in the shower. Chester was at his closet, looking over his clothes, despite the fact that he would end up in pajamas. His mind was slowly clicking through his invisible checklist. He needed clothes, then he would go down and grab a quick shower - hopefully quick - and then he'd come back upstairs to spend the rest of the evening with Mike in their limited privacy. We have more privacy than Jay and Ry, which almost feels wrong. It's Jay's loft. I couldn't handle being down there. My clothes couldn't handle being down there, just stacked on top of each other. They need their space, he whined to himself as he reached out and ran his hand across his row of shirts.

"What are you doing?" Mike asked from across the bedroom where he was watching. "Aren't we just staying up here the rest of the night? You don't need clothes," he added suggestively, sliding up behind Chester and putting both hands on his lover's hips. "I just wanna keep you naked," he whispered, kissing the back of Chester's neck softly. All the ad talk and the earlier conversation between him and Jason had left him feeling that he had something to prove. He and Chester didn't need anything but each other. There wasn't anything between him and Jason, and he wasn't going to let there be anything between Ryan and Chester.

"Naked, huh?" Chester laughed as he leaned back. "And I still need to go take a shower before nakedness happens."

Mike ran a few kisses along the side of Chester's neck, squeezing his fingers into the jeans Chester still had on. "Well, hurry your ass up," he encouraged. "You need to get down there before someone else decides to get in there." He pulled back, and as he dropped his hands away, he looked down at the leather garter belt Chester still had looped around his thigh. "Where did this come from, by the way? I've been meaning to ask ever since you got home." He tugged lightly at the chain connecting it to his belt, and decided it was a little sexy.

"It was from our shoot today," Chester said, turning totally around so Mike could see it better. "Isn't it neat? Forrest let me keep it." He pulled his shirt up, showing off how the chain connected to his belt. "I've never seen anything like it."

"Me either," Mike said honestly, though his interest in it had waned a bit once he knew it was from work and not bought specifically for him to admire. "I guess it will be showing up in an ad soon, huh?"

Chester nodded as he spun around and closed his closet doors before stepping over to the dresser. "Yeah. It was an interesting shoot. I tell you, it's so different from what we did at YRS. I love all the clothes." He pulled out a pair of plain looking pajama bottoms and a flimsy undershirt before turning back around. "And how awesome is it that we get to keep some of the stuff? It was for jeans," Chester added, "not for this." He pointed down at the garter belt. "Score doesn't even sell this, I'm not sure where it came from. Just for looks, I think. They had Ryan pulling on it," he tried to explain, even though he knew that probably didn't make sense. "Well, you'll see when the ad comes out."

"Yeah," Mike agreed, trying to keep his annoyance in check. Not only did Chester not need any more clothes in their current tight living space, he wasn't thrilled about the idea of Ryan pulling on anything attached to his boyfriend. "Be careful bringing stuff home, Ches. We might have to rent a new storage room just for your clothes."

The mention of his clothes going into storage sent an instant shock of fear through Chester. "No," he said, shaking his head. "We can't put them in storage." He looked over at his closet. "I won't bring too much home. This thing doesn't take up any room," he stated, motioning to the garter belt. He didn't like where this conversation was going. His clothes couldn't be boxed up and shoved into some cold, cement lined locker.

He walked over to the bed, dropping his pajamas for a second as he lifted his leg and unbuckled the garter belt. He disconnected it from his studded belt, and then left both things on the bed. "Okay, I'm heading to the shower. I'll be fast. I promise," he made sure to say as he plopped a quick kiss to Mike's cheek and then he was gone, down the stairs.