Johnny didn’t realise he was humming until Simon, one of his co-workers, told him to stop.

“Seriously, Johnny. It’s nice to see you in such a good mood, but it’s driving me crazy. What are you even humming anyway?”

Johnny paused in the middle of unpacking the new stock that had just arrived, replaying the song that was stuck in his head so he could work out what it was. “‘Rude Boy,’ by Rihanna.” He snorted. “That song’s all about a guy with a big dick isn’t it? It’s funny how the subconscious works.”

Simon laughed. “Oh! No wonder you’re in such a good mood. Was he a good fuck as well?”

“Oh hell yes,” Johnny said dreamily.

“A one-off? Or are you seeing him again?”

“Hopefully a regular.” Johnny put another shirt on a hanger and added it to the rail.

“Lucky you. Do you think it might turn into something serious?” Simon was a romantic, always looking for boyfriends more than hook ups, with limited success.

“I’m not looking for serious. We’ve been through this, Si.” Johnny enjoyed being young free and—if not necessarily always entirely single—safe from having unrealistic expectations. The one time he’d tried being monogamous it hadn’t ended well, and not because of Johnny. The memory of seeing the texts on Craig’s phone, the painful evidence that he was fucking around behind Johnny’s back, still made him feel sick when he thought about it.

“Well one day you might meet someone who makes you change your mind.”

“Yeah, well it won’t be this guy.” Johnny knew that eventually he might connect with someone who would make him take that risk again, but it was still hard to imagine, even four years later.

“What makes you say that?”

“I think he’s more into women than men really. He just likes fucking me.”

“Oh, one of those guys. You should steer clear, Johnny, they always leave you feeling like crap.”

“They leave you feeling like crap because you go in hoping you’ll be the one who’ll turn them with the magic power of your arse. Surely by now you should have learned that trying to snare guys who call themselves straight even though they’re on Grindr is a recipe for disaster. Those guys are never going to leave their wives or girlfriends for you. They just want easy sex on the side. And this guy, Ryan, is one of those; it’s only a bit of fun. I’m not looking for more than sex anyway, so it doesn’t matter to me that he’s never going to want to put a ring on it. The only type of relationship we’re ever going to have is a mutually beneficial sexual one, and I’m okay with that.”

Johnny shook out another shirt, snapping it to get the creases out before hanging it up with the others.

“If you say so.” Simon added some folded jeans to his pile.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“You’ve been walking around with a smile on your face all shift. And humming to yourself.”

Rolling his eyes, Johnny said, “Good sex will do that to a person. It doesn’t mean anything else.”

“Hmm.” Simon started cutting the tape on the next box.

Johnny ignored him. Just because Simon always ended up falling for the guys he was fucking didn’t mean Johnny would. He’d had regular fuck buddies before and it had worked out fine. Sex was sex. Feelings didn’t have to come into it. He let his mind drift back to yesterday again, a smile creeping over his face as he remembered bending over his desk for Ryan. Yeah. Ryan was going to be fun to play with.

By the time he finished work on Tuesday, Johnny still hadn’t heard anything from Ryan.

He’d been waiting for Ryan to contact him because he felt as if it was Ryan’s turn to initiate something. Johnny had been the one to ask him out, and suggest regular hook ups. It seemed appropriate to back off a little now and let Ryan be the one to take the next step. But as he walked home from the town centre, his fingers itched to send a message. He was horny from thinking about Ryan all day and getting fucked would be way more interesting than going home and jerking off.

Hopeful that Ryan would be in touch about meeting later, Johnny made himself some dinner as soon as he got back. If Ryan messaged, then he’d shower before seeing him. He didn’t want to jinx it by douching now. Sod’s law said that if he cleaned his arse before the arrangement was confirmed, Ryan would stand him up.

Jez and Mac were in the kitchen, arguing over something they were cooking. “No, you put too much chilli powder in it last time, remember? Just use one spoonful or it will blow our heads off,” Jez was saying.

“You’re a lightweight,” Mac said.

“I’m fucking not!”

“Yeah you are.” But Mac only put one spoonful in the pan.

“God you two sound like my mum and dad, except with more swearing,” Johnny said. “Hi guys.”

“Oh hey, Johnny.” Mac turned and gave him a smile.

“Hi, Johnny. How’s life?”

“Not bad thanks. Work was boring, but it always is.”

Johnny didn’t like his job, but he didn’t hate it enough to be motivated to do anything different. He’d worked at Top Man ever since he dropped out of uni and it gave him a regular income but wasn’t exactly intellectually challenging. At some point he needed to sort his life out and work out what he wanted to do instead of working in retail, but it suited him for now. It was relatively stress free apart from the odd shitty customer, and at least he didn’t have to bring any work home with him.

Johnny put a pan of water on and got out pasta. He couldn’t be bothered to cook anything from scratch, but he had a jar of sauce he could use.

“Have you got much work to do tonight?” Jez asked Mac.

“Yeah. Loads.”

Mac was doing teacher training and was up to his eyeballs in marking most evenings, and Jez often ended up dealing with emails and admin from his conservation job when his working day was supposed to be over. At least they seemed to enjoy what they did though, even if it took up a lot of their time. It must be nice doing something you cared about.

Johnny pondered this as he cooked, and found himself wondering what Ryan’s career plans were. He remembered he was studying Chemistry, but the conversation had spun off before Johnny had asked what he wanted to do after he graduated. His brain snagged on the memory of the medical kink conversation, and he smirked as he imagined Ryan in a white coat with a stethoscope around his neck. Yeah, that would be hot.

With perfect timing, Johnny’s phone buzzed in his pocket. He stopped stirring his pasta sauce and got his phone out to see a message from Ryan:

Still wanna hook up this evening?

Johnny resisted the urge to do a happy dance because he didn’t want to attract Jez and Mac’s attention. Dev was the only one who’d seen Ryan on Sunday, and he hadn’t said anything about it to anyone as far as Johnny was aware. The rest of his housemates were bound to notice eventually if Ryan kept coming and going—or coming and coming, Johnny smirked to himself. But he’d rather be as discreet about this as possible, so Ryan wouldn’t get freaked out and bail.

Yeah, he replied. Then added: My place again?

Yes, what time?

Eight?

That would give Johnny plenty of time to shower, and maybe tidy up his room a little too. Perfect. See you then, he sent back, then put his phone away assuming they were done.

It buzzed again as he was draining his pasta. Johnny served up his food and carried it through to the living room before checking the message this time. It was another one from Ryan:

What do you want to do tonight?

Johnny frowned, and then typed back: I assumed we were just hooking up. Not going out anywhere. That okay with you?

There was a short pause before Ryan’s reply came: Yeah that’s not what I meant. But was there anything in particular you’d like to do with me?

I’m happy to make it up as we go, Johnny typed. Why? Is there something you want to try?

This time the reply was fast: I want to see you in those pink knickers.

Johnny hesitated, unsure how to respond. Cross-dressing was something he did for himself, because he liked how he looked in women’s underwear, and how it felt. It wasn’t particularly a sexual thing, and definitely wasn’t something he’d ever done for another guy. A flush crawled over his skin as he imagined wearing them for Ryan, how it would make him feel.

A little kinky, a lot submissive.

He liked the idea, and he was getting hard so his dick definitely liked the idea. But he wasn’t sure how he felt about Ryan asking for it. Johnny’s gut feeling was that Ryan was uncomfortable with his bisexuality, so maybe feminising Johnny was a way of making himself feel better about having sex with him? Johnny might not be the most masculine guy on the planet, but he was a guy, and he wanted Ryan to own that when he was fucking him.

Another message appeared:

Is that a no? Sorry if I overstepped. Only I bet you look really good in them.

It’s okay, Johnny typed. Then he made up his mind to give it a try; he could always bail if it felt weird. So he added: and yeah. I’ll wear them if you’ll wear the lab coat for me sometime :)

Deal :) Ryan sent back.

Johnny’s veins pulsed with nervous anticipation as he tidied his room ready for later. He put away some clothes that were strewn around, and tidied his desk in case Ryan wanted to fuck him over it again. Once his room was respectable, he went to brush his teeth, shower, and get his arse squeaky clean. He looked in the mirror while he waited for the water to run hot, and considered shaving, but decided to leave two days’ worth of stubble on his chin and jawline. It was quite visible because his natural colour was brown—not the bright, dyed blond of his hair—so it was enough to be clearly masculine.

After his shower, he put on sweatpants before blow-drying his hair. That done, he put a little serum on it to stop it from frizzing, and then smudged some kohl around his eyes as usual and smeared some clear gloss onto his lips. Heart thumping, he rifled through his underwear drawer until he found the pink lace panties. He had a few different pairs of women’s knickers, but as Ryan had requested these ones Johnny stepped into them and slid them up. They weren’t designed for people with dangly bits, but they were stretchy enough to be reasonably comfortable over his junk. He adjusted himself until they felt okay and then opened the wardrobe to look at himself in the mirror on the inside of the door.

From the front they looked odd. His balls were a bit squashed, and his dick was visible through the lace. Johnny had seen websites where you could order lace underwear that was designed for people with penises, but they tended to be expensive. Plus wearing something that was intended for women was part of the thrill for him. He turned and looked over his shoulder at the reflection of his bum.

Oh yeah.

The back view more than made up for how weird his dick looked. The line of the panties cut across his arse cheeks at exactly the right angle, leaving the pale curves of his buttocks visible in stark contrast to the hot-pink lace.

Satisfied that Ryan was going to approve, Johnny put on a pair of jeans—black as usual—and a deliberately masculine high-necked grey T-shirt. He liked the contrast of the pink lace hidden beneath the monochrome, and he hoped Ryan would appreciate it too. He left his feet bare; he’d be getting undressed soon enough and it was quite warm in his room.

The doorbell rang just before eight, taking Johnny by surprise. He hurried down to answer it, hoping to beat his housemates there. But he was too slow. As he came down the stairs he heard Jez say, “Oh. Hi, Ryan. What’s up?”

“I’m here to see Johnny,” Ryan said.

Johnny called, “On my way.” He descended to see Ryan standing awkwardly in the doorway. “Hey, Ryan.” Ryan glanced up at the sound of Johnny’s voice and his eyes widened as he stared, taking in Johnny’s appearance. His obvious admiration sent a thrill through Johnny. “Jez. You gonna let him in, or leave him on the doorstep?”

“Oh, yeah, sorry, man. Come in.” Jez stood aside to let Ryan past. He gave Johnny a knowing look and raised his eyebrows.

Johnny ignored him. “Come on up,” he said to Ryan.

On the upstairs landing, Johnny paused and said, “Sorry. I should have asked you if you wanted a drink or anything.”

“I don’t,” Ryan said.

Johnny let them into his room and shut the door behind them.

“So. What do you want?” Johnny raised his eyebrows and gave him a suggestive smile.

“You,” Ryan said simply.

“That’s the general idea.”

“You look gorgeous.” Ryan moved closer and put a hand on Johnny’s cheek, studying him. “So… pretty. Is it okay to call you pretty?”

“Yeah.” Johnny met his gaze. “I like it.” It wasn’t the first time a guy had used that word to describe him. It made him feel good.

“So. Are you wearing them?” Ryan’s gaze dropped to Johnny’s crotch, as if staring hard enough would give him X-ray vision.

“Why don’t you find out?”

Ryan put his hands on Johnny’s waist, tugging him as he kissed him. He started slow and sensual, but as Johnny kissed him back the kiss got deeper and more forceful. Ryan slid his hands around to Johnny’s arse as Johnny cupped his face, stroking his thumbs over Ryan’s stubble. Ryan worked a hand under the waistband of Johnny’s jeans and slid it down until his fingers touched the lace. He hummed his appreciation and broke away from Johnny’s mouth to kiss his neck. “I can’t wait to see how they look,” he muttered between kisses. “You have such a gorgeous arse.” He squeezed the arse in question as he said it, pulling Johnny closer, and grinding his erection against Johnny’s rapidly hardening bulge.

Then he pulled away, leaving Johnny breathless and flushed as Ryan reached down to undo Johnny’s jeans. He left the fly open but made no move to push them down. Stepping back, Ryan said, “Take your T-shirt off.”

Johnny obeyed, exposing his torso to Ryan’s hungry gaze. “And now?”

Ryan lifted a finger in the air and twirled it. “Turn around.”

Johnny turned, waiting to see what Ryan would ask him to do next. But there were no more instructions. Instead, Ryan came up behind him and pushed the hair away from Johnny’s neck and shoulders to kiss the skin. He pressed his crotch against Johnny’s arse so Johnny could feel how hard he was. The ticklish kisses on his neck were driving him crazy, but Ryan was in charge. Johnny instinctively knew that he had to be patient.

“I think you should put some music on,” Ryan said quietly, his breath warm as he spoke between kisses.

“Yeah, okay.” But Johnny couldn’t tear himself away.

Ryan put his hands on Johnny’s hips and gave him a gentle push towards the desk. “Go on.”

“You gonna make me moan again?” Johnny asked as he put his phone in the docking station and chose a suitable playlist to drown out the sex noises.

Ryan chuckled. “I hope so.” He moved in close behind Johnny again, stroking his arse through the denim. Then as Johnny pressed play and music started to pour out of the speakers, Ryan tugged Johnny’s jeans down, kneeling as he did so. “Lift up.” He tapped Johnny’s ankle, and tugged on the heel of his jeans to free his foot. “And the other one.”

Jeans gone, Johnny stayed where he was, lace-clad arse tilted invitingly. “What do you think, then?” With him nearly naked, and Ryan still fully clothed he felt exposed, slutty—in a good way— and sexy as hell.

“Hot. As. Fuck.” Ryan punctuated the words with a kiss on each arse cheek and a final one over his crack. He ran his hands up Johnny’s thighs with a light touch, making Johnny shiver. “Spread your legs.” As Johnny did so, he reached through to palm Johnny’s balls, then higher to where his cock was hard, trapped in the pink lace. He rubbed it and Johnny pressed into his hand, encouraged that Ryan was touching his cock. It helped eliminate his earlier fears about Ryan’s motives.

“Do you like stroking my dick?” Johnny asked. “Does it turn you on?”

“Yeah,” Ryan said. “It’s hot, because when you’re hard I know you want me. That’s sexy. I like how obvious it is compared to girls.”

“But you like me wearing lace,” Johnny persisted, wanting to make sense of Ryan’s attraction to him. “Even though I’m a guy.”

“I like the contrast. It’s hot. I used to like it when my ex-girlfriend wore my boxer briefs too. There’s something sexy about it. I don’t know why.” His hand was still on Johnny’s cock. “Turn around.”

Johnny turned, leaning on the desk, and gripping the edge with his hands as Ryan studied him slowly. His gaze raked down from Johnny’s face and over his torso to rest on the obscene bulge of his cock. The see-through lace left very little to the imagination.

Ryan unzipped his jeans and got his dick out. Johnny was glad to see he was hard too.

“You like how they look from the front as well?” Johnny canted his hips, pushing his crotch closer to Ryan’s face.

Ryan swallowed, stroking his dick slowly, and then nodded. “Yeah.” His voice came out a little husky. He ran his free hand over Johnny’s cock, feeling out the shape of him, teasing the head with his fingertips where precome was leaking through the fabric. He moved his face closer and kissed the curve of Johnny’s balls.

Surprised by this development, Johnny held still as Ryan slowly slid his mouth up Johnny’s shaft, lips parted, breath hot. When he reached the head he opened his mouth. Warm wetness made Johnny gasp as Ryan used his tongue. “Can you taste me?” Johnny asked.

His mouth still on Johnny’s cock through the lace, Ryan looked up and nodded.

“You like it?”

Ryan nodded again and mouthed Johnny’s cockhead, the sensation of his tongue through the fabric a frustrating tease. Johnny groaned and brought his hands up, threading his fingers in Ryan’s hair. With any other guy he’d be getting his cock out and asking for it to be sucked, but he didn’t want to push Ryan too far. When Johnny had tried that with bi-curious guys before he hadn’t always got a good response, and it was always a boner killer if they flatly refused. Not everyone was a huge fan of dick sucking, even some gay guys weren’t particularly into it, but it was never fun to be faced with obvious distaste at the suggestion. Johnny held back, letting Ryan do his thing.

Ryan’s thing was apparently driving Johnny completely fucking crazy by teasing him through the panties. He did everything apart from suck. He nuzzled, he licked, he made humming sounds of pleasure. The more he did it, the harder it was for Johnny not to beg Ryan to blow him. Surely that was where this was heading? These weren’t the actions of a guy who was scared of having a cock in his mouth. Ryan was still hard too, stroking himself as he teased Johnny.

Finally Johnny’s patience was rewarded; Ryan hooked his fingers in the lace and tugged them down slowly, letting Johnny’s cock pop free. He tucked the lace under Johnny’s balls and took Johnny’s dick in his hand. Pumping it slowly, with the head just an inch away from his lips, Ryan looked up at Johnny. “You want me to suck you?”

Johnny was too far gone for sarcasm. “Yes.” He tightened his fingers in Ryan’s hair. “If you want.”

There was a flash of uncertainty on Ryan’s face. “I’ve never done it before. I might be crap at it.”

“I’m okay with being your guinea pig. Seriously Ryan, you can’t go too far wrong. Lick, suck, you don’t have to take it deep. And you must know what feels good from being on the receiving end. If you don’t like doing it, just stop and lick my arse instead. We both know you’re good at that.”

Ryan grinned. “Yeah. Okay, that’s a good plan B.”

“Or that’s plan A and this is plan B. A for arse, B for blowjob. Or maybe this should be plan D for dick, or C for cock….” Johnny realised he was babbling, while Ryan was still stroking his dick and looking at Johnny as if he was batshit crazy. He probably was, Ryan had turned his brain to mush. “Sorry. Sometimes I forget to stop talking when I’m nervous.”

“You’re nervous? I’m the one about to suck dick for the first time.”

“Yeah. Good point. Okay, I’ll shut up, and you can get it over with. Go for it.” He let go of Ryan’s hair, wanting him to feel safe to do this in his own time with no pressure. Instead he gripped the edge of the desk and waited.