Caught Dressed

He hid his growing desire and feigned frustration as he glanced at Brad’s lips. “Alright. One kiss.”
“No. Multiple kisses.”
He hesitated, trying to calm as the thought secretly delighted him. “Seriously?”
“Yeah.” Brad slid his other hand around Heather’s waist and pulled him tight. “I can feel how you don’t really mind.”
His mouth opened in response but he couldn’t conjure a contradictory reply, and though he was unsure about giving in, hoped more than ever, Bradley would continue his unyielding aggression.
Their lips touched as Bradley leaned toward him, and he twitched before allowing Bradley to kiss him again. He motioned to talk and as his mouth opened, Bradley slid his tongue between his lips.
“Ugh…” He tried to offer feint resistance, though he wanted to willingly if not enthusiastically participate. He had never kissed anyone before, but he had no idea his first would be with a male, and his heart pulsed in response.
Was this as secretly sexy as he imagined? He relaxed slightly as Bradley held him close during the extended kiss. It didn’t seem like his friend was backing off and the masculine aggression fueled his willingness to experience the feminine side of a romantic encounter, and he so needed to appease his ongoing secret fantasies.
“It’s not a kiss until you kiss back.”
His heart fluttered as the words offered his excuse to feign reluctance. Would Brad continue kissing him until he kissed back? …Because the kisses were sending his heartbeat into overdrive. He raised his arms as if to hug his friend, then thought better and lowered them. “Why do you want me to kiss you?”
“You’re pretending to be a hot girl. I just want to pretend with you. Besides, you’re standing in a bedroom with me, wearing the sexiest outfit I’ve ever seen …and you’re giving me a woody.”
His eyes widened. “Oh! No way.”
“And you look amazingly feminine right now, for a guy or girl.” Bradley gently pushed, then held him as they fell onto the bed.
“Oh, god!” His eyes widened as he fell back in Brad’s arms and then felt the masculine tongue enter his mouth again. He opened wide, feigning feeble resistance as the delicious sensation flooded his brain; triggering the realization, he was laying on a bed with a guy, wearing a short schoolgirl outfit …hoping upon hope he could continue secretly playing a girl for all its compromising potential.