krii7y love story

Jaren's cocky thoughts
Jaren's perched in his room, ogling the ceiling, lost in the gutter about his best bud, John. They've got a tight bond, but Jaren's caught some vibes that have him questioning their friendship. So, he struts into school rocking a skirt shorter than last week's with stockings that make his thighs look like a pair of thick, juicy sausages. He's oblivious to the ogling, too busy playing Where's Waldo with his homies.

Mid-day, lunchtime hits, and he plops down next to John, the main man himself. The room goes wild, with his pals hooting like hyenas at a zoo, calling him hot and sexy. But then, oh boy, Jaren feels a hand slither up his leg, and it's not just any hand-it's John's. He stays cool, pretending he's made of stone, but inside he's a squirmy little worm.

The hand on his thigh is like a hot branding iron, and when he tries to get up, he ends up face-planting into John's lap. No escape now, as John wraps his arms around him like a vice, holding him in place. Jaren's cheeks go up in flames, and John's breath is hot on his neck, whispering sweet nothings that sound suspiciously like a warning. "Cease and desist, Jaren, unless you're begging for it."

Jaren's ears are burning brighter than a neon sign in a red-light district, and John's grip on his thigh is like a fucking tourniquet. He's trapped, squirming like a worm on a hook, and John's not letting up. The room's a blur, and all Jaren can feel is his heart trying to break free from his ribcage. This shit's gotten real, and it's all because he decided to wear that skirt.

John/kryoz top
jaren/smii7y bottom
cross dressing
lots of smut
read at your own risk