Shattering Shadows [MxMxM]

Chapter 35

-Authors Note-

Are you excited? Because holy sh!t, I certainly am.

So, there I was, writing this chapter thinking my boys would be off to see their first Drag show. But, let's just say they had their own plans...

I guess you can use that as a warning for some friskiness, but also, keep in mind of what we know of Revons past. Which is vague so far, but it's mentioned a little bit more.

Hope you all enjoy!

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"How do I look?"

Glancing up, I take in Revons appearance. Dark wash jeans hug his thick thighs, hair pushed back into a dark mess as always, and a baggy cream shirt hanging loosely around his body.

Although he looks adorable with his wide grey eyes staring back at me, I can't help but wince at his choice of shirt. Walking over to him, I run my fingers through his hair gently, smoothing the messy hair back to tame it a little.

His eyes shine as he watches me, a small smile on his lips. Leaning forward, I kiss him gently. Relishing in the feel of his plump lips against mine.

"The shirt needs to go." I state, quite bluntly. His eyes widen as he snaps them downwards, twisting his body to try and look at the shirt from different angles.

"It's not that bad, is it?" He asks, eyes snapping back up to mine in worry.

With a small smile, I guide him over to my mirror, making him stand in front of it with me behind him. The moment his eyes land on himself, he diverts his eyes to the ground.

Moving my hand up towards his face, I guide his chin back up so his eyes stay on the mirror, and I lean over to kiss his cheek.

"Right now, it's wearing you. Maybe if we..." I trail off. Although Revon drops his eyes again, I don't say anything as they focus on my hands, hands that start to unbutton his jeans.

His widening eyes snap up to mine as a dark blush covers his cheeks.

With a small smirk, I carry on and pull the zipper down. My fingers brushing gently against his underwear as I do.

"J-Jameson..."

Watching his reaction, I take note that rather than being hesitant or scared from the advances, even though my actions are actually innocent, he seems more flustered than anything. And with that in mind, I pull open his pants before tucking in the shirt and zipping him back up.

Silence surrounds us, and for once, it's not one that I hate. It's one that has me holding back the smile and laughter as Revon blanches and looks at me in confusion, just before realisation settles in.

"Now, that looks much better." My words snap him out of his shock before he covers his face with a whine.

"Why would you do that?" He asks with embarrassment coating his words. Pulling his hands away, I'm met with a small pout on his lips and a little glare in his eyes. If anything, he looks like a sulking puppy.

"Do what? I didn't do anything..." he scoffs at me and diverts his attention to his now more put together look.

"Are you sure this is ok? I don't look silly, so I?" He asks and it causes a frown to wipe away my smile.

"You look handsome, Sweetheart. There isn't anything that you could wear that would make you look less. The un-tucked shirt just didn't sit well, this compliments your figure more." My words only seem to do more damage that good which I didn't expect. I knew he was conscious of his body, but I always put that down to the scars underneath his clothes. But then again, he always wore baggy suits to work when I first met him, and rarely wore tight fitting pieces that would show off his figure.