It was cold as the car idled outside the Lair.
I mean, of course it was cold. It was Michigan in December. Inside the black town car was nice and toasty warm, as Harrison Drake sat sipping a vodka tonic in the back seat.
He’d fidgeted with his glass all the way across town, unable to shake a case of nerves. Here he was a married man, going on a date with someone who was not his husband. Of course he’d cleared everything with Wayne, who hadn’t minded in the slightest as long as Harrison came home to him and Devin at the end of the night. He’d even made clear that Syx was welcome to come back to the penthouse with him. But still, the blue man was nervous.
As soon as the car pulled up in front of the abandoned-looking warehouse, he sent a text to the man inside.
[TXT MSG: I’m here]
And then Harrison stepped out of the car. Yes, it was cold, but this outfit looked best when he was standing. And he wanted Syx to get a good, long look.
The mesh of the collared shirt peeked out with nothing underneath it, showing a sinful amount of blue skin. What kept him from being totally lewd was the stunning metallic ombre jacket, tailored to perfectly fit Harrison’s slim body. Plain black skinny pants allowed the coat to shine, and a pair of whimsical boots peeked from under the hem of his pants leg adding a pop of color. The final touch was the eye makeup. He so rarely wore it in his business life, but now with a chance to shine he’d taken full advantage of crisp pointed eyeliner and dazzling glitter shadow.
He felt every inch like a peacock, and couldn’t hide his excitement to show his bright colors for this man who was making his stomach flitter with butterflies.
Syx had spent hours upon hours agonizing over his wardrobe with Minion and Anna’s help. This had involved many fashion shows and the final pick for pants ended up being decided by Anna when his loving wolfish mate dragged him back to the bedroom.
Syx felt horribly exposed as he got dressed again, dark mesh tights and corset covered by his studded leather pants, the gifted shirt, and finally his motorcycle jacket. He’d gone with a dark, smokey eyeshadow to bring out his eyes, and finally slipped on his heeled, platform boots to give himself a few extra inches.
Gloveless… his arms would be utterly bare when the jacket came off… he wanted the skin contact… but that meant more people than Harrison could see. That had been as big of an internal struggle as the lack of spikes. In the end, he strode out the door of the lair after getting the test with encouragement from both Anna and Minion. His Tiger had made sure he knew who he belonged to before sending him out to enjoy his date, so he had ended up smelling as much of her as he did of his choice of cologne.
Seeing Harrison waiting for him, his jaw dropped. Closing the distance between them, Syx traced the line of fabric of the mesh shirt to where it disappeared into the jacket, purposefully not touching skin. He licked his lips, enjoying the bit of height over the other blue man that his boots gave him as he purred, “You are a horrible tease. I’m supposed to resist just stealing you away right now? With you dressed like that?”
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