Home from the Bar

It’s not every day that I lounge around the house in my underwear, but I’m feeling myself today. The black and red boxer briefs are looking good on me, or I’m looking good in them.

The front door opens slowly. It gives me time to unsprawl on the couch before Alex comes in. As sexy as I’m feeling, he still looks better. The trench coat he wore to cover the bar costume is open all the way down the front.

“It looks like you had fun,” he whispers as he takes off the coat, tossing it across the arm of the couch. The red body paint is smeared in places, somehow making it look better. “Is he still here?”

“No,” I whisper back, “so we don’t have to be so quiet.”

“Thank god!” He exclaims a little too loudly. “My ears are still ringing from the music. So did you do it?” He thrust his hips to really drive his point home. The front flap of the loincloth gets pushed straight up against his stomach, flashing way more than it should.

I can’t help but to chuckle. “Nothing like that.” I wave a finger towards his groin. “Where is your underwear?”

He motions back at me. “Well, my underwear seems to be on you right now, but I think you mean your underwear that I left wearing.”

“These are mine!”

He shakes his head as he checks the pockets of the coat. “Nope, they’re mine. I’ve been looking for them. A ha!” He pulls a thong out of one of the pockets. “Here it is. It was riding up my ass when I got into the car, so I took it off. Here.”

He flings it at me like a slingshot, the thong landing directly on my face. For a moment, I smell him on the fabric. I don’t have time to process the information or how I feel about it before snatching it away.

“So really? Nothing happened?”

“We just hung out and watched a couple of movies.”

“That means you’re either not interested at all or really interested.”

“Well, I wouldn’t say I’m really interested, but we’ll see where it goes.”

“Hasn’t it been a while for you? No sucky sucky? No feely feely? Nothing?”

I nod sheepishly. “It has been a while and that didn’t change in any way tonight. It’s not all about sex, though.”

“So nonchalant!” He moves quickly. Suddenly my legs are over his shoulders and he’s staring down into my eyes. “If sex isn’t important, I could throw you a bone right now.”

“And what if I’m a top?”

He nods slowly. “Top. I get it! Because you like…” He trails off as he lets go of my legs and moves to straddle me.

The loincloth hides it from my view, but I can feel him bare against my stomach. “You couldn’t handle wearing a thong. Do you really think you could take me?”

He shrugs, still grinning down at me. “There’s only one way to find out.”

I nod slowly and decide to call his bluff, pushing the game of chicken further than it’s ever gone before. “Let’s do it.” With my hands on his hips, I sit up and kiss the base of his neck.

He’s silent, still staring at me.

I lay back and move to pull my underwear down.

“No!” He screams and laughs as he jumps up. “I have to shower. I have a headache. I need to wash my hair.”

A belly laugh escapes me. “Well, you’ve used all three excuses. What will you say next time?”

“Maybe next time it’ll happen.” He saunters off to his bedroom.

After a moment, I take off the underwear and follow him, stepping into the door frame as he takes off the loincloth. I toss the underwear at him and run off to my own room.