Dress Me Up in Your Fantasy
by
Rae Smith
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Dress Me Up in Your Fantasy
Copyright © 2012 by Rae Smith
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the authors' imaginations or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.
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Dress Me Up in Your Fantasy
Quinn Wakefield had had a crush on the singer Danny Alexander forever, and sitting before him on the table were the stubs from the VIP tickets he fully intended to frame once he got home.
He had found them in an unmarked envelope on the doormat one day after work – one particularly bad day at work. He loved his job as a pediatric nurse, but some days were just too hard to deal with, so he never questioned the tickets, not wanting to look a gift horse in the mouth.
And that’s how Quinn came to be sitting one of the reserved tables right below the front of the stage in the Silver Dollar Bar, with his friend Bryan and Bryan’s girlfriend, Christie. Empty bottles and shot glasses littered the table, testament to how much they’d drunk since they got there, and cigarette smoke hung thickly like an acrid-scented fog around them – none of it theirs.
Coming as close to feeling as keyed up as he’d ever been, Quinn was barely aware when the lights dimmed and the roar of people chanting and slamming their beer bottles on wooden surfaces filled the small bar as he waited for his idol to grace the stage.
A stocky dude complete with plaid shirt, cowboy hat and boots, and the bluest eyes Quinn had ever seen came out on to the stage, dragging with him a mic-stand and setting it down center-stage. Even from that distance he could see the man’s eyes shimmered with merriment and mischief. He had been cute, in a rough-kind of way, but nothing compared to Danny Alexander. Quinn had a one track mind when it came to Danny Alexander.
“Okay, guys. Simmer down. I hear ya. You’ve been patient enough so I give you Danny Alexander,” the cowboy shouted into the mic with a smirk as he waved his arm off to the side of the stage.
Quinn’s eyes followed the cowboy’s arm and almost swallowed his tongue when he saw quite possibly the hottest human being he had ever laid eyes on. The man was like sex on legs; any man – or woman’s – walking wet dream come true.
He drank in the sight of the black fishnet shirt that did little to hide the man’s musculature, or the glint of the silver bars through his nipples. Both wrists ended in a row of assorted bracelets, some studded, some leather overlaid with silver and some plain silver bands. He wore a wedding ring on his left hand ring finger, but that meant nothing to Quinn as the singer was wearing a ring on just about every finger and even on both thumbs.
His legs were clad in a pair of tight black pants that Quinn was almost certainly sure were leather and he wanted to reach out and stroke down the man’s leg because God, Quinn just wanted… Heavy black boots finished off the look, worn well and slightly dirty and much scuffed around the toes.
It was only when the vocalist opened his mouth to sing that Quinn finally took in the spiked black hair and kohl-rimmed eyes.
It was the culmination of every one of Quinn’s wet dreams… and then some…
He had been truly mesmerized… Nothing on earth could have pulled him away from staring at the guy on stage. Not a bunch of naked burly firefighters on their knees begging, or hell, even an actual naked Adam Lambert. Danny Alexander had center stage and Quinn had been completely and utterly awestruck.
How he managed to sit through the whole set, Quinn never knew because the throbbing in his groin had started somewhere around the first song the guy had sung and had been still going strong even once he had finished his set and made his way off stage to a chorus of ‘Encore… Encore’.
Beside him, Bryan had been busy kissing Christie so he had poked Bryan in the shoulder to get his attention, pointing across the room to the restrooms once he had Bryan’s eye. Bryan had nodded and immediately gone straight back to making out enthusiastically with Christie. Obviously, they wouldn’t even have noticed if he’d disappeared before them into a could of black smoke, Quinn had realized at the time with a shrug of his shoulder and an exaggerated eye-roll. He hadn’t been jealous, not really, but he couldn’t help wishing for a little action of his own – preferably with one very hot singer.
Quinn had shuffled his way through the throng of people and inched towards the men’s room. He had hoped to hell and back he was heading in the right direction for backstage too. He had just wanted a glimpse of the guy up close and personal before he headed home to his bed and possibly his right hand.
It was quieter once he had gotten out of the main bar area, and there had been far less people milling about making it easier for him to glance down the narrow corridor. Quinn had just wanted to take a tiny look around and hopefully, just hopefully…
“You looking for me, sugar?” a whiskey-rough honeyed voice had asked from behind him, the mere sound of it had gone straight to Quinn’s groin and filled him with heat and desire. Quinn startled, caused him to clutch a hand over his racing heart.
Quinn had turned to see Danny Alexander, straight from the stage, leaning against the wall, visible skin still slicked with sweat. Behind him, a closed door had the words ‘Dressing Room’ with an old, tatty gold star tacked above the sign. It had been so cheesy that if he had been able to focus on anything but Danny Alexander, Quinn would have laughed out loud.
“I… Uh…” Quinn had stuttered, floundering and felt the color rise to his cheeks as stared. He couldn’t help it. The guy had been even hotter close up, if that had been at all possible. Come-to-bed bright green eyes had blinked out of their black-rimmed sockets, long lashes coated generously with mascara had made them spiky and spidery. Lips pink and glossy, smiled at him with confidence.
“Saw you watching me,” the man spoke again, and if possible, Quinn could have climaxed from that sound alone and nothing else, it had been almost tangible how his accent seemed to thickly draw out the words. Quinn had almost felt the syllables ghosting along his skin. “Saw the way you watched me. Liked the show I put on just for you?”
“I… Uh…” Quinn had stammered again, nodding jerkily. He had rubbed his sweaty palms down his jeans and had stared some more just to prove he wasn’t a total idiot.
“Yeah, I know you did. Could see how hard you were for me all the way up on stage,” the man had smirked at him, eyes slowly raking up and down the length of Quinn’s body appreciatively, and lingered at the bulge between his legs as he had licked his lips appreciatively.
Quinn had coughed, his hand twitching to cup his denim-encased dick as it throbbed when Danny’s pink tongue slipped out to slide seductively across his lower lip. His body had thrummed with want and need for the man… this emo… goth… whatever the fuck he was. Summoning up some inner courage, Quinn had stepped up to the man, and boldly met his gaze. “I’m still hard now,” he whispered as he had leaned down and brushed his lips against the singer’s ear. “And I wanna know what you’re gonna do about it, seeing as it’s all your fault…”
The other man had exhaled loudly, eyes alight with his intentions. Then a slow, dirty smirk had spread across his face, tongue slipping out again from between his teeth to slick across his lower lip. “For starters, I’m gonna do this…” and he had stood up straight, reached out and hooked his fingers through Quinn’s belt-loops, pulling him into the dressing room.
It had been dimly lit in the small room, and it had taken Quinn a few seconds to adjust to it. There had been a worn-out couch pushed up against one of the walls. On the opposite side of the room there had been a dressing table with a mirror surrounded by light-bulbs, which was where the light came from. Half the bulbs seemed to have blown some time ago and had yet to be replaced.
The rest of the room had been scattered with clothes rails, costumes and an abundance of cowboy hats that hung on the wall like trophies.
Before he knew what had hit him, Quinn had found himself being slammed backwards against the door with the singer’s lips all over his in a hard, bruising kiss, all tongue and clashing teeth. Hands had roamed his body, had pushed and pulled at his clothing until what could be loosened or removed had been out of the way.
“You have any fuckin’ idea what it’s like to be up there, being eye-fucked by someone as hot as you?” The singer had growled breathlessly
Quinn had needed to pull himself away from the kiss, just to be able to catch his breath. His head had spun dizzily, but God, the guy could kiss.
“God… Oh, God…” he had panted, sucking in deep breaths as the singer’s hands had roamed over any bared and naked skin. “You… you’re fuckin’ gorgeous. Couldn’t take my eyes off’a you.”
And though more than half of Quinn had wanted to undress the man so that he could feel his skin against his own, the sight of that long-sleeved fishnet shirt had had Quinn’s mouth watering all over again and he had wanted to leave it right where it was. Danny’s nipple bars had glinted enticingly through the holes and Quinn had groaned, his head had fallen back and bumped softly against the door as he had fought the urge to bend and wrap his mouth around them, bite the flesh where skin met metal and tug with his teeth.
The next thing Quinn had been aware of was hands that deftly unfastened his belt buckle, worked his jeans open and his zipper down. Cool fingers had brushed the treasure trail that led from his belly button to the depths of his underwear. Quinn had shivered with anticipation, biting his tongue as he had watched the other man smile at him.
The singer had dropped to his knees in front of Quinn, and his jeans had been inched down over his hips, the fabric felt like sandpaper against his overly sensitized skin. “All this for me to lick and bite,” Danny had sighed, his tongue flicking out to taste the area just below Quinn’s belly button. The singer’s hot breath had fanned out across his skin, leaving a trail of Goosebumps in its wake.
Fuck , look at you… look at those ripped abs…” and he had licked a long stripe from the elastic of Quinn’s boxer-briefs all the way up his stomach. “Jesus… so beautiful… wanna taste every fuckin’ bit of you.”
Then his tongue had gone elsewhere, licking at his shaft through the thin cotton of his underwear, wetting the fabric as he had sucked and nibbled at the hard flesh, moaning and sighing as did so.
“Knew you’d be big…” Danny’s voice barely above a tremulous whisper when he had spoken, and Quinn had only been able to groan in response. The singer had eased his underwear down to release his own cock, his hooded gaze drinking in the sight of Quinn’s thick shaft. “Looks so good, gotta taste you, sugar… Gotta eat you all up.” And with that, his tongue had flicked out and closed the distance between them, licking the very tip of his cock.
Quinn had felt his skin tingle as sweat prickled along his spine. Looking down, he had watched as the man licked his cock head, tongue delving into the slit and lapping up the small pearl of pre-come that beaded there. The man’s black-rimmed eyes had been on his, never leaving Quinn’s gaze as if he needed Quinn to see this… to watch him…
Quinn had brought his hand up from where it had been hanging limply by his side and buried it in the black spikes. He had let out a shivery gasp when those plump pink lips opened up and swallowed his cock. The heat of his wet mouth had been blissful and Quinn had to stop himself from snapping his hips and thrusting deep into the man’s mouth like he ached to do.
“Fuck, yeah… suck me…” Quinn had whispered, finally finding his voice. He had looked down at his dick disappearing between the singer’s lips and growled, hand tightening in Danny’s hair. “Oh God, so good… so hot… your mouth… Jesus…” and right then and there, he had seen the smirk in the other man’s eyes.
As he had sucked Quinn’s cock, Danny had one hand on Quinn’s hip and the other slowly sliding up the inside of his thigh to cup his balls. Rolling them, he had felt the tight weight against his hand before he had tugged lightly, experimentally, on them to see if Quinn liked that, and from his growl, Danny had ascertained that he did. So, he had tugged and pulled on them, rolling them against his palm, enjoying the breathy moans Quinn gave him in response.
Quinn had felt everything, and more… like his skin had become super-sensitive and even the soft warm breaths the singer huffed out over his cock and lower belly was almost maddening. The tightening in his belly had increased until he was left gasping and begging, pleading, wanting to cry out how close he was, how much he was aching to come down the man’s throat.
Letting go of Quinn’s hip, the man had moved his hand to wrap it around the base of Quinn’s shaft, pumping it as he sucked on it. Eyes wide and bright and still very much locked with Quinn’s, almost as if he were begging Quinn to come down his throat… willing him.
Quinn had been too far gone to not obey. He had leaned forward, hand tightening in the singer’s hair, knuckles whitening as the tell-tale ripples of orgasm gripped him. He had felt his cock pulse and twitch in Danny’s mouth, cried out as the first spurt hit the back of Danny’s throat. Quinn had banged back against the door with the strongest waves of his climax, as he had pulsed thickly into the singer’s mouth, felt Danny’s throat working around his shaft as he swallowed.
The man had worked his cock until Quinn couldn’t stand it any longer, too sensitive… too tender to be touched any longer…
“That was… wow… it was… just…” Quinn had panted, breathless and lightheaded.
“Yeah,” the voice that answered him had been raw, fucked out and seriously hoarse. Then Danny had been standing, eye to eye with Quinn as he leaned in to kiss him, sharing the last remnants of his own spunk with him as his tongue had delved into Quinn’s mouth. “And it’s just gonna get better ‘cause now I’m gonna fuck you blind.”
Later, if asked, Quinn would have sworn he had let out a very manly yelp rather than the girlie squeal of delight that made the singer laugh out loud. Neither would he have admitted that he started pulling his shirt and tee-shirt off, throwing them to the four corners of the room with any kind of wild abandon, but he might have dropped his shirt as a sacrificial offering at the feet of the Demigod standing before him.
It hadn’t been Quinn’s fault, the other man was sex personified, and the want and the need that had clawed at his insides had made him act out of character. That fault had lain with Danny and Danny alone.
“Gonna let you ride me on that old couch over there,” the man had told him, eyes all dark and as lust-filled as Quinn’s had been. “I hope you got a good recovery rate ‘cause I want you all hard and leaking again before I fuck you…”
This time it definitely had been a girlie squeak Quinn had let out, but the singer had already raised Quinn’s feet to pull off his sneakers. Quinn had all on complying with that without falling over to register that the next thing that disappeared had been his pants and underwear.
Then with a non-too gentle tug, Quinn had found himself pulled over to the couch and pushed down onto it. And Danny, still fully clothed, had swaggered over to the dressing table and opened one of the drawers, scrabbling inside for his prize.
“You should see yourself,” Danny had drawled thickly, as he had adjusted himself in his tight pants, eyes lingering at Quinn’s groin, gaze hot and shimmering.
Quinn had seen the thick line of the man’s cock through the dark fabric. His mouth watered at the thought of sucking on that fat shaft, his mouth stretched wide by it, the taste of his come tingling on his tongue.
“Fuck, you look so debauched and delicious, sitting there, legs spread and aching for me to be fucking you already. Wanna fuck that hole so bad, sugar,” the man had drawled thickly, rubbing his palm down the length of his confined cock. Then his hand had been on the top button, flicking it open and sliding the zipper down, putting on a show for Quinn, who sat and watched him, eyes wide and full of unveiled lust.
Quinn’s mouth had gone dry. The man had been commando beneath those tight pants of his, just bare skin against rough fabric, and all Quinn had been able to do was stare as the man pushed his pants down just past his hips, easing his thick cock out and stroking it from base to tip. The swollen head glistened mouthwateringly and Quinn had leaned forward, wanting to just lick and taste… just for a moment…
But Danny had stepped back, shaking his head and laughing softly. “No, sugar. I don’t think so. Not this time anyways.” And only when Quinn sat back against the couch did Danny step forward again. He set a small bottle of lube and a foil-wrapped condom down on the seat beside Quinn and then knelt, settling in the space between his spread thighs.
Curling his hands around Quinn’s thighs, he had pulled so that his butt was half hanging off the couch, and Quinn felt Danny’s hot breath fanning out across the whole of his groin. His dick had twitched where it lay flaccid against his belly. God, no, it was too soon after coming but it twitched, filling slightly, hardening and thickening.
Quinn had glanced away from his dick and up into the green eyes that watched him hungrily. Danny had licked his lips, the tip of his pink tongue sliding between the fullness to swipe a line of wetness that made Quinn want to lean up and kiss them. He became addicted to Danny’s mouth.
“This is hot,” he had murmured, his fingertips traced the black ink that decorated Quinn’s hip. An intricate design of swirls that hid a set of initials that meant nothing to anybody but Quinn. Then, Danny had bent and ran his tongue across the tattoo, swirling his tongue around the many shapes that made up the whole design.
That had been the singer’s distraction technique because Quinn had almost jumped off the couch when a cold slick-wet finger brushed against his puckered hole and Quinn found himself glancing down to watch as the digit had circled once... twice… and then pushed in gently. A small half-smirk greeted Quinn when he had looked up again, green eyes wide and wicked, glimmering sexily at him.
“God… oh yeah… oh yeah…” Quinn had sighed, writhing against the finger inside him as it stroked and explored against the hidden flesh. “Want more…”
“Fuck.” The word had been growled more than spoken and a second later, two thick fingers had eased into him, stroking the same way as before.
Quinn had felt his dick harden further, slowly filling up as he had gotten more and more turned on; and by the time Danny had three fingers in him, Quinn had been fully hard – and leaking - again.
Quinn had groaned loudly as the fingers had been pulled out him, and he had opened his eyes to watch Danny tear open the foil square with his teeth and pull out the slippery condom. He had rolled it quickly, and with practiced ease, down the length of his shaft, added more lube and then knelt in place so that he could line up his latex covered cock with Quinn’s stretched and sensitive hole.
Silence had filled the air as they had both simultaneously held their breath while the singer pushed forward to breach the tightness.
Quinn had gasped, “Do it… fuck me.”
The man’s dick had been much thicker than his three fingers had been, and the slight burn from the extra stretch had not been unwelcome. Quinn had canted his hips slightly, letting Danny know wordlessly that he was fine and eager for more… burning for more...
The singer had complied, thrusting deep in one slow slide until he had been buried to the hilt, thick and hot inside him. The man’s hands had been tight around Quinn’s hips, fingers digging in, blunt fingernails leaving tiny crescent shapes in his skin and it just drove Quinn harder, bucking his hips to meet each and every thrust.
“Fuck, yeah… shit… killing me… wanted you so bad out there…” the man stammered, breathless and fighting for control. “Wanted to drag you back here and do this… Fuck, would’a done it out there if you hadn’t come back here… looking for me, were ya? Huh, sugar?”
Quinn had nodded, because that was all he could do as right there and then, he couldn’t even remember his own name let alone anything complicated like actual thinking thoughts. His hands had tightened where he gripped the edge of the couch cushion as if his life had depended on it…
“Think you can come again for me?” the sex-roughened voice had asked, whiskey-thick and fucked-out raw. “You think you can…? Wrap your hand around your fat dick for me, and get yourself off so I can lick the come off you…”
Without realizing, Quinn had moved his hand, gripping the base of his cock and sliding his large palm along the length to the swollen glans, twisting and sweeping back down again. The shaft had still been sensitive from coming so soon already and Quinn had gasped, eyes falling shut as if it had been too much to even look… And where their bodies joined, they looked sinful… one naked and one still fully clothed. Wicked, entirely decadent and wholly indecent… Quinn could have come just from looking at them where they joined together…
The singer’s hips had snapped then, thrusting harder, deeper, and Quinn could tell from the breathless moans that the guy had been close… so close… to coming…
And fuck, that had made Quinn’s dick pulse and twitch against his palm. He moved his other hand, sliding it down between his legs and beneath his balls until his fingers slid around the point where the man’s cock thrust inside him. Quinn had felt his skin all stretched out and smooth, the wetness of the lube, the slick slide of the other man’s cock sliding in and out of his hole…
His balls had drawn up tight and before he knew it, he had been coming, grunting quietly as thin ribbons of jizz coated his belly and chest, sliding wetly over his hand. His heart had hammered in his chest and the blood pounded loudly in his ears.
A soft growl and Danny had plunged into him, collapsing forward onto his arms and pulsed hot and hard inside Quinn. Two… three more shallow thrusts and Quinn had instinctively the man was spent.
“Fuckin’ amazin’, Quinn,” he had drawled exhaustedly, dipping down to catch Quinn’s lips in a searing kiss. “I never even got to introduce myself. Hi, I’m Danny Alexander.”
Quinn had laughed, too breathless and fucked out to put much effort into it. “I know who you are, doofus.” And he had pulled his husband in for another searing kiss.
There had then been a knock at the door and the same gruff voice who had announced the singer shouted, “You two had better be fucking through with this role playin’ crap. Brian needs his dressin’ room back and I don’t want him traumatized from seeing either of you naked or worse… Took him for-fuckin’ever to get over the last time you two needed to spice up your sex-life.”
Quinn had groaned and let himself fall back against the couch cushions, hand over his eyes.
“Fuck off, Nicky,” Danny had then shouted before following Quinn’s lead and snuggling against his sticky, sweaty chest, not caring that Quinn’s come stuck his shirt to his own skin. “Give us ten more fuckin’ minutes or he’ll be blinded for the rest of his life.”
There had been a throaty chuckle and then silence.
“We should go,” Quinn had sighed, carding his fingers through Danny’s black spikes. “I need a shower now…” he ran his other hand over his stomach. “Gross…” he had chuckled.
“Not gross,” Danny had sighed sleepily. “Fuckin’ gorgeous. Hot as fuck and every other sexy thing I’m too tired to say.”
Quinn had chuckled again. “I should be the tired one, I got to come twice…”
“Yeah, but I had to jerk off, twice, before getting on stage ‘cause just knowin’ you were gonna be out there, watchin’ me and getting off on me looking all Adam fuckin’ Lambert… would’a come as soon as I saw you, sittin’ there,” Danny had smirked, pulling back and finally slipping out of Quinn’s messy hole with a soft wet sound. Tracing the puffiness with his fingertips, Danny had teased it before slipping the digit back inside for one last feel, and just to listen to his lover let loose one last sinful moan. “Wanna go home and take a bath with me, oh gorgeous husband of mine? I wanna wash off this make-up and get this crap out of my hair.”
“That sounds like a fuckin’ brilliant idea but I like the make-up and the black hair,” Quinn had snorted, pushing himself up onto his elbows, leering at Danny.
His eyes had dropped to the matching tattoo that Danny had on his hip and his gaze darkened again. The tattoos they had were better than any wedding ring – even though they have those too, and automatically, he ran his fingertips over his own and had smiled to himself. Their initials were hidden in the design, twisted around each other and merged for all eternity, just like they themselves were.
Gathering up their clothes, the two men had shared quick kisses and gentle caresses until they were dressed and ready to leave… ready to go home and curl up around each other in their bed… blissed out and happy…
~ The end ~