Embrace My Reflection

...Lucius entered the dressing room and found himself surrounded by sparkles, feathers, leather, and lace. It was like a fabric store had exploded, covering every square inch with rainbows. He breathed deep and sighed. The air smelled like cinnamon and vanilla, another combination that made him think of Ronnie.

The door clicked shut and he turned, his breath catching at the sight of Ronnie leaning against the door. Ronnie’s hands were hidden behind him, causing his hips to angle forward in a way that drew Lucius’ attention to the pronounced bulge at Ronnie’s groin hidden under black velvet and whatever underwear he wore.

Lucius rubbed his sweaty palms on his jeans and cleared his throat again. Shit, he sounded like he had TB or something.

“I’m sorry. I should’ve put on some different clothes, but I only have an hour between sets, and sometimes it’s difficult to get dressed on my own. So I usually change right after my first set.” Ronnie straightened and tugged his robe tight around him.

Lucius touched Ronnie’s hair as the slender man walked past him. Ronnie froze as Lucius stroked his fingers over the waves of golden brown.

“It’s as soft as I remembered it to be,” he said, savoring the silkiness of the strands.

Ronnie made a noise, and Lucius realized what he was doing. He jerked away his hand, trying not to notice the few strands caught in his rough skin.

“I’m sorry, Ronnie. I didn’t mean to touch without asking. You always had such beautiful hair.”

God, he was babbling. Why was he so nervous? It wasn’t like he hadn’t faced uncomfortable situations before. He’d served as an MP in the army for eight years before joining the New Orleans Police Department. Yet something about Ronnie threw him off, and it wasn’t just the clothing. It was Ronnie himself, bringing feelings Lucius thought buried to the surface.

“That’s all right. It’s been a while since anyone’s touched me like that.” Ronnie’s pale skin flushed and he ducked his head again, a sure sign he was as uncomfortable as Lucius. “I wear the wig and blue contacts to help look more like Veronica Lake.”

“Please don’t feel like you need to change because of me. I’ll admit to being uncomfortable.” Lucius held up his hand to stop Ronnie from speaking. “It’s because of you and your clothing, but not because I think it’s wrong or anything like that.”

Lucius took a deep breath. Just get it over with. Ronnie wouldn’t laugh at him for admitting it.

“I’m uncomfortable because I find you incredibly sexy dressed like that, Ronnie. I’ve been hard since you came on stage and I’m not used to feeling that way. I need to become accustomed to it. You don’t have to change at all.” He ran out of steam and stopped, clenching his hands to keep from grabbing Ronnie.

“Really?” Ronnie stared up at him with hopeful eyes. “You really think I’m sexy dressed like this?”

Lucius followed the journey of Ronnie’s hand down the front of his robe and he couldn’t stop himself. He took Ronnie’s hand in his and pressed it to his pants, right over his own erection. Ronnie gasped, but didn’t pull away.

“Yes. I do think you’re gorgeous, and I think it wouldn’t matter what you wore. Feminine clothes or male clothes. It’s all you, not the outfit you wear that does it for me. Always has been that way.”

“Oh.”

Ronnie lifted his red painted lips toward Lucius, and being only a man, Lucius couldn’t say no to the offer. He lowered his head, pressing their mouths together in a gentle kiss. As much as he wanted to ravage Ronnie, he was mindful of where they were and that Ronnie had another performance to do soon. He didn’t want to ruffle anything that might take longer than a few minutes to straighten.

His cock strained against his briefs, wanting a chance to get closer to Ronnie’s smooth, scented skin. It had been a while since he’d held anyone in his arms and longer still since he wanted that person beyond reason.

A soft whimper and Ronnie’s hand pushing at his chest brought Lucius to a stop. At some point during the kiss, he’d let go of Ronnie’s hand and grasped Ronnie’s upper arms. He eased away a step or two, but kept his hold on Ronnie.

Licking his lips, Ronnie met Lucius’ stare with a glazed look in his eyes. “Wow. Just like I remember...”