Men In Short Skirts 3

Men In Short Skirts

Part 3 - Shag a Bloke

Posted: May 2005
Title: Men In Short Skirts
Author: Haleth, with Miranda Bell

*****

Easy does it, Eric told himself as he stared at the bowl of shiny, purple and red condom and lube packets. He could see Karl had noticed them as well. Karl was staring at the bowl like it might bite him.

"Well, what do you know? They dress people up for work and for after work," Eric joked. Usually it helped to make a joke in uncomfortable situations such as this.

Eric stopped drying Karl's back since, he had to admit, it had been dry for quite some time, and he'd only been using the towel as an excuse.

Karl stood abruptly. "I'm getting another lemon squash. Want one?"

Eric nodded and Karl left.

This was it. His chance. He could get changed in a flash, and avoid being naked in the room with Karl.

Naked in the room with Karl.

Eric looked over at the bowl full of condoms. Why the hell did they put condoms in the dressing room? Now that he thought about it, he remembered there'd been a bowl of them on the desk by the door as well. Seems as if the Dress/Success people took their safe sex very seriously.

That was comforting. If they cared so much about safe sex, then maybe they wouldn't mind so much about people having unwise sex in the dressing room.

Silly thought, he told himself. Random, unwarranted, silly thought.

But he thought it still.

* * *

This is it, Karl thought. I'll nick off and not have to deal with Eric again.

Except he was still in his bloody cozzie. Had to go back in the room at least to grab a shirt. With his torso covered, as long as he ditched the skirt, he'd look like a regular bloke walking down the street...in snug black leather pants...outlining his giant hard-on. Bugger. He needed all his clothes.

He stood by the fridge in the office for a sec. Okay, what had he done wrong so far?

Nothing. He was staying cool. He hadn't let anything slip. No one would ever suspect him of fancying blokes.

Okay, so maybe when Eric had done that one pose, with his biceps bulging and his thighs bulging even more, the one with the spear over his head, and Karl had breathed "Onya," without thinking about it - maybe that had been a bit obvious. But everyone would have thought he meant 'Good on you', not 'I wish I was on you', wouldn't they?

Karl grabbed a couple of cold fizzy drinks and headed back to the dressing room. Eric would have had time to change by now. Karl would thank him for his help with the wings and...

Fuck!

That did not count as changed. Changing involves taking off the clothes you've got on (which would be the beaut skirt and the chest thing and the sandals) and putting on the jeans and button-up shirt you were wearing when you walked in.

So far, it looked as if Eric had managed to remove the upper part of the costume, which left him in only the sandals and the skirt.

And he was standing by the table, fingering one of the condoms, with a thoughtful look on his face.

So much for mobility. Karl was so hard it hurt to breath, let alone move. He was thankful for the skirt, since it sort of hid the erection, but he was cursing the leather trousers for choking his cock like that. But he was happy for the trousers at the same time. Without them the pleats of the skirt would be stretched out, opened up, sticking out like a leather tent. As it was, it was just a bulge of sorts.

He should back out of the room, slowly, without making a sound.

But that wouldn't do him any good, because Eric had turned around and was looking right at him.

* * *

Eric looked at Karl; Karl looked delicious.

Would he ever have a chance like this again? Never. Did he have the balls to take advantage of it? He felt like he was all balls. Or at least, what part of him wasn't balls was cock.

Not really one to think with his dick, not in public situations, and certainly never in response to other men, Eric found it oddly liberating to listen to his erection. 'Go,' it yelled at him. 'Get Karl!'

Didn't mean he had to obey it. But he let it make all the noise it wanted. After all, shouldn't body parts be given input into decision that will affect them directly?

"I, uh..." Eric muttered.

"Thinking of using one of those?" Karl said boldly. Maybe not so boldly. He didn't look bold. He looked shocked. Shocked that he'd said it? Shocked that Eric was thinking of it?

"I, um, not really my thing." Oh shit, that made Eric sound like he was one of those arseholes who refuse to use condoms. "I mean, I'm all for safe sex and all that, I just, um, never..."

Karl's eyebrow rose up to about his hairline, and Eric felt dizzy. Fuck, Karl looked good when he made a face like that. But then, Karl looked good when he made any face. That episode of Xena, with the baby, with Karl making all those faces, popping up to see if the baby was asleep so he could go get laid, it had made Eric laugh the first time he saw it.

Then it had made him hard.

Everything about Karl made him hard. And Eric didn't even like men.

"I don't even like men," Eric said. Now he really sounded like an idiot.

Karl looked smug.

"What? You go around shagging blokes all the time?" Eric said, mildly indignant. There was no reason for Karl to look so smug, was there? He didn't know why he was accusing Karl. Not that it was much of an accusation. Certainly not a shameful thing, to shag blokes. He just wanted to wipe the smug, oh-so-superior, I've-done-things-you-haven't look off Karl's face.

"No!"

Ah, that protest was a bit to fast.

"But you have shagged blokes," Eric kept accusing. He didn't feel inferior that Karl had done things he hadn't done. He wasn't being defensive. But he really needed to get the smug look off Karl's face because it made Karl look so fucking fuckable it made Eric's dick hurt...more.

"A bloke," Karl, who was being defensive, said. "One bloke."

"You shagged one bloke?" Eric repeated, intrigued.

Karl nodded.

Maybe Karl didn't have a reason to be so smug. After all, Eric may not have actually shagged a bloke, but he had fooled around a couple of times, hand jobs and the like, when he was young. He might even have more experience, in total. Not more depth of experience, but volume.

"Once?" Eric asked.

* * *

Karl could feel his face heating up. "One bloke, lots of shags," he admitted.

'Lots' was the understatement of the year. Oodles of shags was more like it. Tons of shags. Shagging for weeks on end.

Eric was a bit gape-mouthed.

"What?" Karl snapped.

"Don't chuck a wobbly, mate. I'm not knocking you."

Karl looked at Eric carefully. He wasn't criticizing. He looked... he looked fucking great in the skirt with his chest and belly naked and his arms... they'd always been naked but now they looked more naked... and the legs, legs for fucking days... he could fuck the legs for days.

"I don't..." Karl felt like a stupid git standing out in the hall when Eric was in the room. He stepped into the room and recognised the error as soon as he entered.

The door of the room opened out, and it had a closer on it, so when he'd been standing in the hall staring at Eric, he'd been holding the door open. Now, it slammed shut. And they were both inside. Behind the closed door.

He had to think of some way to end the sentence. Fast.

"I don't do that sort of thing. Ordinarily. I mean..." He was babbling. Just like the photographer. She'd got all incoherent when Eric flexed his muscles at her too. Karl didn't feel so bad. She was a professional photographer; she was supposed to keep her cool. Karl was just a hapless, helpless actor being overwhelmed by the pecs.

"You fancy a shag with a bloke?" Eric said quietly, still fingering the condom.

"Not normally," Karl said. "And not just any bloke." He wasn't like that. He wasn't a slut or anything.

Eric bit his lip.

Jesus fuck, did he crib that from Orlando? All of a sudden, big bad Hector turns into shy, uncertain Eric who's never shagged a bloke before. How could someone like Eric make himself look so... so... innocent.

"Swore off blokes, actually," Karl heard himself saying.

'Shut up shut up shut up' his brain yelled at his mouth.

"Didn't work out. He was an Aussie, like you. But not like you. He was older than me and he, um...took advantage."

Eric should have been smirking as Karl's bravado crumbled and Karl turned into a pathetic sook. But he wasn't. He looked sympathetic.

"That's a shame, mate. I hate it when people take advantage. Love and sex, they make you so vulnerable, you know?"

Karl shook his head and thought he might be imagining things.

"I was involved with an older woman," Eric said slowly, "when I was just eighteen. Young, cocky, full of myself. And I thought it was the real thing, you know? Thought I was pretty important, to land this successful, mature, sophisticated woman. Turned out, she just wanted to make her ex jealous. He was an older bloke, so seeing her with a strapping young thing... I pretended it didn't matter, but it felt like my guts were ripped out."

Karl blinked. "Mine was an actor. He liked to have parties and his friends would have a grope at me and make jokes about me being his boy toy. Turned out they were right. That's all I was. He had the chance to recommend me for a part. A big part. Important part..."

* * *

"Pretended he didn't know you?"

Karl responded with a long, defeated sigh.

For fuck's sake, why would anyone do that? It was the part of the business Eric hated, why he didn't hang around other movie people when he wasn't working. People using other people for connections, for sex, for press...

Karl was shrugging. "Long time ago, not worth whinging about anymore."

Eric found himself across the room beside Karl, somehow, inexplicably, with his hand on Karl's shoulder. "Look, Karl, the past is in the past. For what it's worth to you, the guy was an arsehole. And I don't normally fool around, and I don't like blokes on a normal day, but maybe this isn't a normal day."

Sounded perfectly reasonable, didn't it? Okay, so it was subtle as a dingo's fart. But he couldn't help himself.

Eric took a deep breath and waited for Karl to respond. It wasn't a great hardship. The suspension between question and the answer made his spine tingle, and that was a welcome distraction from the throbbing in his cock.

Besides, he had his hand on Karl's shoulder, and the warmth of all that muscle under his fingers was better than good. The way Karl leaned toward him was satisfying, even if Karl ended up saying 'no, thank you', because he could tell Karl was thinking about it seriously, and that was flattering enough. Almost.

And from this angle, he could see that Karl was hard under his skirt. And trousers. Just the thought of how Karl's cock must feel, hard and trapped in those trousers...

Eric's cock jumped and he made a little choking noise. He'd tucked it up and to the side to keep it out of the way. Now the head of it was poking up toward the waistband of his underdaks, and the sharp edge of a metal panel was pressing into the oversensitive skin. Stretched tight.

One thought that raced through his head was that his cock was preparing to commit suicide, to decapitate itself on the sharp metal and put itself out of its misery.

The next thought was that it would be bad to get blood on the cozzie, and it would be even worse to get come all over it, so no matter what Karl said Eric would have to get the skirt off soon, because he had to come soon or he was going to have the bluest balls of his life.

Karl looked up at him with wide hazel eyes. Not wide with defeat or fear or rejection. Hot wide hazel eyes. And, oh fuck, deadset, they were eyes that could fuck you from across the room. At this range they might be lethal.

"I think I might like to shag a bloke," Karl purred.

"Yeah?"

"One bloke in particular."

Eric's knees knocked together.

"I happen to think a certain bloke looks quite shaggable in his short skirt."

Eric hooked his thumb in his waistband and yanked the skirt up so the metal panel shifted out of the danger zone. Wouldn't do to have a bleeding cock, would it?

Karl moved fast, too fast for Eric to respond until he was against the wall and Karl was pressed up against him. "I've wanted to shag you since you walked out in that cozzie," he growled.

"I've wanted to shag you since the first time I ever saw you in that cozzie," Eric admitted. How long ago was that? Years. It had to be years.

"What?"

"What what?"

"Did you say 'years'?"

"Erm... I always fancied you as Cupid," Eric said. Might as well get it out in the open. Just in case things did progress to the stage to which he desperately wanted them to progress - then if he yelled out 'Cupid' it wouldn't sound quite so daft.

Karl just smiled at him.

* * *

So. Eric liked Cupid.

"Too bad you took my wings off."

Eric looked flustered. A flustered look on a man that big was... stimulating.

"Oh, ah, hmmm, I would have broken them."

Karl looked over at the limp wing on the table by the couch. "Too late to worry about that."

"Um, sorry. Don't know my own strength?" Eric was grasping. Stalling. Was he going to change his mind?

"They were cheap wings anyway. Not the real thing."

Eric slid his hand up Karl's chest. "Feels real to me." Slid his fingers under one of the leather straps. Turned his hand and curled the fingers so they gripped the straps.

Okay. That was it. Enough. This had better be what Karl wanted it to be. Only one good way to find out for sure. He turned Eric and pushed him down on the couch.

Eric fell easily, without complaint. He pulled Karl down with him though, and soon they were mouth to mouth, tongue to tongue. His skirt creaked over the metal panels. They were going to tear the leather to shreds, what with Karl mindlessly grinding against it.

"Cozzies off," Karl groaned against Eric's cheek.

"Just mine," Eric groaned back.

Oh. Damn. That was going to be too hot, in all senses of the word.

But Karl eventually found himself kneeling on the edge of the couch with his skirt off and trousers still on, looming over a completely naked Eric. And he was even better than Karl imagined.

Eric grabbed the straps and pulled Karl back down.

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