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kinktober 2022 // day twenty-seven: the sensual world prompt: stockings (courtesy of @the-purity-pen) pairing: alex/jeff (like blood from a stone) also on ao3 💋

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He and I had known one another for a few years up to that point, and we had sat together in a few of our classes while we were in school together, and I had always seen him as a dark horse of sorts. He showed up to mine and Chuck’s wedding as a guest in the very back of the room, and if I recalled correctly, he and Larry were both at the very top of the guest list: he had practically begged the both of us to be at the wedding with everyone else. But then, like some kind of oddball joke, he had never spoke or socialized with everyone in that room. He had showed up with his own fiancé in Larry and the two of them lingered back there on the other side of the room: I had watched the two of them from the bridal table as I dug into my slice of cake. The both of them were wrapped up in their little cashmere jackets and their matching soft pants.

In fact, the two of them both struck me as rather soft, especially him. Especially Jeff.

I sat there at the bridal table with my big slice of marble cake before me, as well as a second plate left twice empty from my devouring the utterly delicious food that our catering had to offer, and I kept my eye fixated upon him and Larry.

They sat there at the back of the room with their slices of cake as well as glasses of sparkling apple cider, back there like a couple of birds perched upon a wire.

Jeff and I had gone to school and we had our inside moments, as well as the times in which we had seen each other in nearly intimate fashion, and yet, there was something missing. I yearned to know more about him, even as a newlywed with the knit yarmulke upon my head in lieu of my crown and the silver wedding band upon my left finger. I yearned to know more about the kid who threw out the words “death metal” and the whole world all but ran with it, including Chuck from Florida.

I sipped on my own glass of apple cider and gave my full belly a tender little pat before I stood to my feet. I didn’t want it to seem as though I was about to impose upon them, especially since they both made themselves clear to the wedding party at large that they sat over there because they were friends to me and Chuck both and the food was utterly scrumptious.

Rather, I wanted to ease into it. To be close to them while making it look as though I was merely the newlywed socializing with his guests, as my new groom had taken it upon himself to do the exact same thing. I sat there all alone at the table with the food at my fingertips, and my dear Chuck had roamed about the floor all to chat up with everyone there, while my other dear Chuck had hidden himself away from there in the back part of the chapel.

I had made the rounds throughout the floor, around the tables and with my smile firmly plastered across my face for people like our old singer Zetro as well as the rest of Exodus, plus the kids of Death Angel, Vio-lence, and even Metallica had shown up, and they had weddings of their own in the coming days as well. Every so often, I raised my head just enough for a quick glimpse over at Jeff and Larry, and every single time, they seemed a little bit softer to me. Softer than normal, no less, as if someone had covered their entire heads and shoulders with some sort of hazy fuzz and they slid right out of a dream.

When I finally came within range of them over by Metallica’s table, I caught the sound of them sliding off of the bench there. When it seemed as though all Lars and James wanted to do was laugh each other up while Kirk and Cliff slow-danced with one another, I finally turned my attention back to the two of them once again, right as they had ducked around the corner into the hallway.

I knew that was my cue.

I held onto my yarmulke and took one last glimpse about the room to ensure no one paid attention to me. I then bowed into the hallway there after them: since the bathrooms were down that way, as far as I knew, they merely stepped away from the main room to the little boys’ room, and I was, as well. But at the end of the corridor stood a corner to the rest of the chapel, and I caught their voices once I was within a few feet from there.

I held my breath as I paid close attention to their voices tucked back around the corner.

Jeff whispered something and Larry giggled in response.

Careful not to make any noise with my feet, or the fact that I was very full of that warm, cooked food and cake, and all I wanted to do right then was lay down on the floor and take a nap, I crept closer to the corner, especially once Larry offered to show him something.

“I’ve got something for you, too,” Jeff told him in a low voice.

“Oh?”

Silence. Followed by the rustling of clothes.

“Whoa.”

“Yeah.”

I raised my eyebrows as I tried to picture as to what it could be. I bowed my head to stifle a burp and I brought my hand to my mouth to further keep myself quiet.

Voices at the end of the hallway caught my attention: I turned my head and I was still within Metallica’s line of sight. As far as I knew, they had crawled into their rummed-up apple cider and called it a night, but that did not mean that they still could not see me there at the end of the hallway. I was in plain sight, with nothing more than my own jacket and the corner a mere few inches from my face to protect me. I took my yarmulke off of my head and held it right before me, lest anyone recognize me.

Without the yarmulke and my facing the other way while crouched down, I was just another long-haired boy there at the wedding reception. As far as anyone knew, I was merely another boy just tying his shoe.

“Come here,” I heard Jeff say to him in a low voice. I returned my attention to them, and all the while, I kept the yarmulke off of my head and I kept myself tucked behind the corner lest one of them catch me there. Then again, I was amazed that no one in the reception had said anything about my being missing from the bridal table as I remembered that the toast was about to take place.

But I paid close attention to those two boys tucked back there in the nook and I wondered what on Earth was happening there.

“Alex?”

I recognized Chuck’s voice well inside of the other room. I wrinkled my nose and I bowed my head at the sound as I wanted to know more about what was about to take place here. Moreover, I had eaten enough to where I hardly had the energy to stand up all the way. Either way, I was stuck. I had entrapped myself in between a rock and a hard place, between my marriage and my own innate curiosity.

Then again... was I wrong?

He called my name again and I knew that I had to go.

Maybe next time, fellas.

I stood to my feet, albeit with a bit of difficulty and I sauntered my way back to the mouth of the hallway. I surfaced from there with my yarmulke on my head once again and the warmth in my face as if nothing had happened back there.

I was still curious, however, especially since Jeff and Larry emerged from the hallway ten minutes after the toast had ended. One thing that caught my attention with them, right as Chuck and I engaged in our first dance as married men, was the fact that their hair seemed a lot more disheveled than before. Though the chapel wasn’t so much a place of worship, I couldn’t help but snicker at the idea of the two of them getting down with it in the back hallway of a church. Indeed, I snickered so much at the thought that I wound up sticking my knee right into Chuck’s crotch.

I could blame it on my very full stomach and the fact that I was sleepy from that as well as a long night before then, but I was still a kid to some people. I was barely eighteen, still very much a teenager who still had baby fat around his waist and still attended high school as if all was right in the world. My mind still wandered when no one asked questions. I still asked questions when there was silence, and I wanted to know what went down back there around that corner.

Though it would be some time before I suggested to Chuck that we invite Jeff and Larry over for dinner one Saturday evening, I knew that there was a way to uncover the answer without it seeming as though I had become such a little pervert with his soul bond to another guy named Chuck and an insatiable appetite for all that was delicious, and that was watching their every move when the three of us went off to school again. Lucky for me, the two of them sat next to me whilst in English class and I was able to catch their little glimpses to one another: though they were fleeting, I still managed to latch onto Jeff’s glimpses in particular.

The twinkles in his eyes. The way that he flipped that smooth, mousy hair back with the flick of two fingers. The fact that he seemed so soft, even precious, and yet I was the one who carried slightly more fat on his body, around the waist, the hips, and the thighs in particular. That smug smirk that was wider and more lopsided than mine: at least I had crooked teeth; how was this little fellow getting away with all of the crooked smiles without anything conspicuous inside that mouth of his?

During a lecture, I kept my chin propped up in the palm of my hand so I made it look as though I was paying close attention to the lesson of the day. But every so often, I looked over at him in the seat next to me, especially as he doodled in his journal the logo for their band together, Possessed.

It seemed rather daunting to me that I, Alex, the eighteen-year-old newlywed already had one album under his belt while the two of them had two albums under theirs.

Naturally, I envied them in their success, but at the same time, I couldn’t. I didn’t envy them. They were about to become royals themselves, and we all would live in harmony with one another as princes as we were in the sprawling land of the Bay Area. This particular corner of California did seem like a kingdom of sorts: California was oft referred to as “the Golden Empire” after all, and thus it made sense to me for all of us to become royalty.

But then, at one point, the very moment that our teacher’s back had turned towards us so as to scrawl something on the blackboard, two things happened.

The first thing was Larry passing a note over to Jeff, which I caught out of the corner of my eye, so that hardly counted as something. But I did notice it, however, in particular Jeff’s reaction to what he had written to him.

But the second thing was Jeff reaching his arms up over his head so as to stretch, and I caught a sliver of what appeared to be lacy mesh around his waist, something lacy and delicate underneath his shirt. It took me completely off guard, especially since it seemed as though neither he nor his fiancé paid any attention to me whatsoever, and I gazed on at him for the duration of his stretch. Though it was only a couple of seconds, it proved long enough for me to remember it, and more so since the teacher was the one who called on me.

“Mr. Skolnick!”

Startled, I turned my head in the other direction and swallowed down my own nervous sensations, though that would prove to be futile as my face grew warm from the sense of humiliation. Out of the corner of my eye, I noticed that both Jeff and Larry had their attention pointed at me from thence forth, and the both of them with those big wide smirks plastered across their faces.

At least I had some sort of way into it at that point, rather than eavesdropping. In a strange way, I had succeeded there, even if it meant that I had been caught with my pants down.

After class, and during our lunch break, I wondered if I had a way to control my desires. Only eighteen and yet I still felt as though I had so much left inside of me that I hadn’t tapped prior to the arrangement. There was the bond that I shared with Chuck from Florida, but the sight of the lace around Jeff’s waist woke up something in me.

I did. I had a whole well of lust left inside of me that I had neglected to open before, and then I saw him on the other side of the campus with Larry. As far as I knew, they were having a moment alone together as Larry leaned up against the fence with his arms up and Jeff stood right next to him with his hands tucked into his pockets, all to push down those skin-tight jeans that every single one of us wore, even when we all became royals; especially when we all became royals.

And yet, I figured that, if I was to explore myself a bit more, I would have to put the royalty on the backburner for the time being. Before I made my way over there, I took off my wedding band and I slipped it into my jean pocket: those skin-tight jeans and their snug pockets kept anything from falling out of hiding. I knew one of them was going to ask me about Chuck and the lack of silver on the other part of my body.

I adjusted the strap of my guitar case over my shoulder and I walked on over to them: since I was outside, I took advantage of the cool breeze that came in from the bay waters beyond there. My black curls drifted behind me and the small plume of silver at the very crown of my head stood strong and high against the golden light of the sun. I didn’t even need a crown upon my own head to know that I felt like such a prince at that very moment.

When I was halfway there, Larry laughed at something and then he stooped down for his bag, and he slung it over his shoulder.

When I came within earshot, Jeff mentioned something about a new Possessed album in the next year or so.

“That reminds me, I've got a meeting with the Mikes after fifth period,” Larry was saying. “I’ll catch you later, babe.” He gave him a kiss on the side of the neck and strolled away from there; no sooner had Larry left when I showed up there next to Jeff. I honestly could not have timed it better, a moment which in turn left me alone with the boy himself.

He turned to me and showed me a smile.

“Hey, you,” he greeted me.

“Hey,” I said. He tucked a lock of hair behind his ear which, while under the wash of the sun, seemed to have this golden glow to it, the finest gold for the highest crown in all of the Bay Area.

As far as I knew, I had stumbled upon a mine of complete and utter fool’s gold, but I was certain about it. If it was fool’s gold, it would be mine, and I would be more than gracious to slip it into the tines of my crown. At least the crown would glitter more than it ever would before.

“It’s funny, it’s like we always see each other and yet we don’t really speak to one another,” he told me.

“Right?” I cracked him a smile. “I mean, you came to mine and Chuck’s wedding.”

“I wish Lar and I did more with you guys,” he confessed.

“I wish you did, too,” I said as I set my guitar case down on the grass and leaned the head of it up against the chain link fence. “You guys almost feel like our neighbors.”

“We kinda are your neighbors, Alex,” he told me, still with that wide smile on his round face.

“If we’re neighbors, you ought to lend us some sugar, Jeffski,” I said, and I tucked my thumbs into the belt loops of my jeans, all to accentuate the shape of my hips. He dropped his gaze to there as well as my left hand, to which he raised his eyebrows at me.

“What’re you looking for, boy?” he asked me.

“Some sugar for my coffee,” I told him as I stepped closer to him. I gave my hair a little toss back to bring more attention to my neck, and he shook his head at me.

“Alex, please,” he told me off, still with that big smirk plastered across his face. “You’re married. I'm not going to get down with a dude who’s married. And—” He raised his left hand to me to show me the slender stripe of gold around his ring finger, as well as the big red ring on his pinky. “I'm engaged, too.”

“Hey, be thankful that Chuck is my husband and not my wife, big boy,” I teased him, which brought a big jeer out of him.

“Oh, man, you’re saucy,” he told me. “You know, I like saucy.”

“Really?”

“Oh, yeah. It's so hot.”

I stopped right in my tracks and I showed him my best lopsided little smile, complete with my crooked teeth.

“Besides, where is your coffee?” he asked me, and he lowered his voice to that low silken tone that up to this, I had been notorious for.

“Oh, you know—it's around.” I brought one hand up to the side of my head all to twirl a little tendril of hair around my index finger.

“What do you mean, ‘it’s around’?” he demanded with a knitting of his eyebrows; not one second did the smile leave his face.

“It’s around... you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

I showed him my tongue and he raised his eyebrows at that. The smile finally disappeared.

“Oh,” he blurted out. I inched closer to him: the two of us locked eyes with one another. I could feel the spark between us: indeed, I took a quick glimpse down at the crotch of his pants, and apparently, he felt the same way as me.

“Yeah.”

“Oh, no.”

“Yeah.” I kept my lips parted for him, all to get him going.

“Again, Alex—we’re both arranged into marriages. I don’t even know if this is allowed?”

With a quick glimpse, I brought my lips onto his, which caught him completely off guard.

“What, that?” I asked him, completely clueless.

He gasped at me and then shook his head at me.

“Okay, maybe that was the wrong move,” I told him with a raise of my finger. I gestured over to the guitar case next to me. “How ‘bout if I serenade you?”

He kept on shaking his head at me with his eyes wide and his face pale. He then bowed away from me without a second word.

I hardly had the energy to chase after him as I knew that I had made a horrible mistake.

Then again... was I wrong?

I wanted to experiment a bit while I was still a teenager, and thus, there was a part of me that still wondered if Jeff had any interest in me, especially since he never stopped smiling and he spoke in a very low voice all the while. He also showed me a little bit of interest back there: he never told me, “No” straight up to my face but he also hinted something else at me back there.

He liked “saucy”.

Maybe I was full of it, but that left me with the desire to know more, however. I wanted to know more even as the fifth period bell rang and I picked up my guitar case from the grass.

Nevertheless, I had to find my way back to him. When I returned home that day, I mentioned to Chuck that we ought to host a dinner party for both Jeff and his new fiancé Larry with us that weekend.

“Be a nice little change of pace for the both of us,” he decreed with a glass of wine and a fitting of more turquoise rings on his thick fingers.

“Exactly!” I exclaimed.

I had to wear my best once again, but that time around, it was going to be the four of us there in that big house: I had no idea where Joey had run off to, even though Chuck had made himself clear to him that he was more than welcome to join us in the whole affair.

I still wore my white silk shirt, which was a bit snug around the waist and the hips, as well as those crushed velvet black pants that accentuated the curvature of my hips as well as my ass and my thighs; I also brushed my hair to where the curls carried a slight frizz to them. If that wasn’t saucy, then I had run out of immediate options.

No sooner had I slashed a bit of cologne over my neck when the doorbell rang.

Our dinner party was about to begin.

Let the games begin, as they say.

I sat across from Jeff at the table with my shirt collar popped open to reveal most of my chest and my hair tousled over my right shoulder. He sat there ensconced in pitch-black corduroy and silver rings, and with his smooth light brown hair apparently made smoother from such hearty brushing: it sprawled over his shoulders and the upper part of his chest as if he had walked right out of Haight-Ashbury about twenty years ago.

In fact, Chuck made a comment about that at one point, about how Jeff and Larry both should have worn round John Lennon style glasses with violet and blue lenses to round out their ensembles.

These two hippies before us, both of them about to become royalty in their own rite somewhere down the line, never seemed more endearing to me. Indeed, no one said anything to me, and in particular about how my shirt collar was basically wide open to showcase my whole chest. If this took place at the wedding, I never would have heard the end of it.

Though uneventful, it was a rather lovely dinner, one filled with more apple cider, fresh homemade lasagna courtesy of our personal chef, green beans, and decadent homemade lemon meringue pie, the latter of which I took my time to eat up so I could keep the tines of my fork nestled in between my lips after every bite: the pie was also just delicious and utterly decadent. Jeff and I locked eyes at one point, and lucky for me, I had slipped the fork out from in between my teeth.

The tension was real as I looked deep into those eyes.

It was only recently I became aware of my own body and what it craved, and yet its power seemed so daunting all at the same time.

When I asked for a second slice of pie, Jeff was eager to excuse himself from the table and head out to somewhere else in the house. I sighed through my nose and indulged in that slice, but I wasn’t done yet. I wanted the sweetest pie right then.

I helped out with the clearing of the table and putting the food away, and when I noticed that Larry had crashed out on the comfy couch, I wondered where Jeff had wandered off to with himself.

I opened my shirt all the way and I went walking through the house as if I was on the lookout for a clean towel instead of him.

I walked past the back hallway when I spotted him there on the back porch with his back to the doorway: the setting sun caressed over the crown of his head to bestow that golden glow yet again.

He sat there all by himself and I wondered if I had anything to do with it.

I couldn’t help it: I naturally gravitated towards my own arrogance, set in my own ways and without a second thought as to whom I took down with me. If nothing else, I had to least check up on him and make things right between us. I was the one who came on strong, after all, with that kiss on the grass the other day.

With my otherwise flat belly slightly distended out in the open and the tartness of the lemon still riddled in the back of my mouth, I strode down the hall with my hands tucked inside of my pockets. When I reached the doorway and the little nook right next to it, he turned around to face me.

“Hey,” he greeted me, that time in a flatter tone of voice.

“Hey, listen—” I stood next to him there on the step. “I didn’t mean to upset you or anything the other day with that kiss.”

“No, no, it’s okay,” he assured me: he squinted his eyes as he gazed up at me. “I guess it just—surprised me is all.”

“I am all about surprises,” I told him.

“Is that why your gut’s hanging out like that?” he teased me with a gesture to my waist. I nudged the sides of my shirt out of the way and I set a hand right over my belly button.

“Nah. It just feels really good against the bare skin. I don’t live at my parents’ house anymore so I can be as bare-chested as I want to be, even when I'm not on stage.”

“You know what else feels really good?” He stood to his feet and peeled off that corduroy shirt.

Then, just like that. I understood why he seemed so soft to me. I also understood what went down around the corner in the chapel.

This whole entire time, he wore one of those lacy body stockings that fit close to the body: the lace spread over his chest and his arms, and the neckline plunged low below his collar bones and the fine lines of his neck. I raised my eyebrows at him as he dropped trou and I realized that it was in fact the real thing. He had been wearing a stocking this whole entire time and never said a word about it to anyone, other than perhaps Larry because they were engaged.

But I figured because I had kissed him, an open-lipped kiss no less right on the mouth by surprise, he was showing it to me now.

“Holy shit, dude,” I blurted out. He flung his shirt into the nook off to the side there and then he set his hands upon his hips: though he lacked the curves of a woman, he still showed off to me as if he did. And I could feel myself rising up at the mere sight of him.

And I could see that he was treating me to the same thing through the slit between his legs.

“Yeah. Yeah, you like this, don’t you?”

“That’s got no crotch on it!” I proclaimed, stunned.

“That’s the point,” he assured me, and he flashed me that little wide-lipped smirk again. He stepped out from his pants and he picked them up from the concrete step, and he tossed them into the same nook.

The thing had no crotch plus there was a cutout over his bare ass cheeks, too.

“It’s got no ass, either!” I added.

“Again, that’s the point!” he assured me once again, and once again with a bout of laughter.

I swallowed and I backed up towards the wall. Jeff lingered close to me.

“Get your just desserts, big boy,” he teased me as he pressed his body against my own. I swore that I was going to come right in my nice pants as he ran his fingers down my chest.

His body had been ensconced in corduroy as well as lace, and I was there for it.

I set my hand on the small of his back. I could feel it through the lace, that odd warm tingling sensation that I had only ever felt with Chuck from Florida before then.

He showed me his tongue and I parted my lips for him.

I closed my eyes and he brought his lips to the side of my neck. The side of my neck down to my collar bones, followed by chest. He nudged my shirt out of the way so he could place his lips onto my nipple, which tickled me. I curled my toes at the feeling, especially when he ran his tongue over that dark skin.

He brought his lips down my chest onto my stomach: the soft feeling of his lips there gave me such a silky soft feeling inside after all that I had eaten over the course of dinner.

He was doing it to me but I had done it unto him first.

I dropped down to my knees and I put my lips around him. Though the lemon flavor lined the back of my mouth, I was eager to taste him yet again. I gazed up at him and we once again locked eyes.

The lace was driving me insane. I wanted him to screw me silly right there on the back doorstep, right behind our grooms’ backs.

“Please...” I beseeched in between laps of my tongue on his shaft. “Please.”

“Please?” he taunted me.

“Please—let's do it. Right here.”

“Outside?” He gaped at me. I brought my mouth out of there and I showed him my tongue as well as the blush on my face.

“What would the neighbors think?”

“They won’t care,” I assured him. “Especially not with an ass like that surrounded by lace like this.”

I turned my head to the hallway next to us.

“Tell you what—” I leaned over onto the carpet and I dropped down onto my hands and knees like the filthy dog I was. I opened my jeans for him and he was eager to pull them off of me. He held onto my hips and slipped right in, completely dry.

I was in heaven.

I closed my eyes and surrendered to the feeling all for him. For that split second, I forgot about the royalty as well as the marriage as well as his marriage to be in the future. It was merely me and him, and a fine layer of lace to tie us together.

He blew his load right on my ass: not even a few seconds after, I let go of my load, right onto the floor underneath me.

“Oh, shit,” he chuckled, out of breath.

“It’s okay,” I assured him with a toss of my head. “That’s what secrets are for—especially in the realm of royalty.” I glanced back at him and flashed him a big wink at that.

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