Chapter 2 Flaming Deception
Damien woke up as hard as a rock and groaned. He'd been dreaming about his macho roommeat -uuuh mate! roommate!- for hours now and if he didn't have a case of the blue balls then his middle name wasn't Lee! He slid a hand under the blanket and gave his aching cock a little tug. It shouldn't take long after all and Scott wouldn't notice if he was really quiet. Right?
"Don't even think about it Energizer!" Scott growled from somewhere behind him.
Oops. Maybe he was wrong about that and Scott didn't sound like he was kidding this time either! Damien peeked out from under the blanket and immediately started to drool over the massive chest and lickable 6-pack on display. His cock jumped and he groaned again as he fell back onto the pillow. He had to take care of his throbbing hard-on soon! Damien jerked the blanket back over his head. Not that he didn't appreciate the view. He did! He really, REALLY did but the torture was a little more than he could handle right now.
Scott shook him through the blanket and he jumped in surprise. "Get up man. You're always running late but today you're even worse than usual."
"I don't wanna Scott!" He was going to play this up for all it was worth. Damien had already decided to cut class and head to the mall with James. He had places to go and tickets to buy but first he had to convince his roomy how sick he was!
"Come on Energizer! I'm about to head out and I get the feeling, after that shit yesterday, you don't wanna eat alone again." Damien sighed the most pitiful sigh he could muster.
"I don't think I'm gonna eat today. My stomach's cramping like a bitch." He moaned again and pulled the blanket tighter around him. Scott sat on the edge of his bed, much to his delight, and pulled the blanket off of his head again. Damien just pulled it back over him as he groaned pitifully. He wasn't really faking it all that much because he actually did had a painful hard-on!
"Come on Dae, let me check you for a fever. Are you sick or something?" God he loved it when his hunky jock called him Dae! Scott pulled Damien back towards him by the shoulder and jerked the blanket down again. Damien blushed when he saw the worry on display, just for him, in Scott's sexy violet eyes . "Here let me check." Scott bent down towards him nose-to-nose and it crossed Damien's boner-clouded-mind for half a second to steal a kiss right there! But he wasn't that much of an asshole.
Scott put his forehead against Damien's for a few seconds then pulled away with a frown on that gorgeous face. "You don't feel like you have a fever or anything. Are you sure you're not just having a stomach ache?" Damien's cheeks were flushed from the closeness -and the raging fire in his shorts- and he just smiled weakly at his friend. "You do look kinda red though. Do you want me to get you anything?"
"Just try to carry on without me today gorgeous. I haven't missed any days yet this year so they won't say anything. I'm just gonna hang out here and get some rest okay?" Scott looked at him again with concern but turned and walked toward the door.
"Yeah. I'm gonna head out then, but if you feel worse or start running a fever or some shit, call me on my cell and I'll come take you to the nurse or something." Guilt started to creep in for making Scott worry so much but Damien ignored it.
"Yeah, I'll give you a yell if I need you okay? Later!" Damien took one last long look at his Adonis and the excitement started to build again. Tonight couldn't come fast enough in his opinion!
"See ya later Energizer. Oh! And you might want to take care of that!" He motioned to the tent in Damien's blanket with a sexy smirk before he stepped out the door. Damien just grinned to himself as he grabbed his sensitive cock and started pumping. Yeah, he'd take care of it alright, and later tonight he'd take care of Scott!
Finishing up quickly, he mopped up his mess and hopped up to get dressed. After a quick note to tell Scott he was feeling better, Damien gathered up his man purse and wallet. It was eight-thirty now and he had to meet James at the mall in half an hour. Damien knew he had to hurry because he wasn't about to be late and take the chance that James might change his mind! With a peek down the hallway to make sure it was empty, he made a quick dash for the stairwell.
Classes had already started so things were mostly clear in the yard too as he snuck across campus and hopped a bus across town. An evil grin spread across Damien's face when he finally arrived and saw that James was standing in front of the mall like he said he would be. The guy was always on time; Damien would give him that much credit at least! Food first! He'd skipped breakfast and needed to fill his tank so he dragged his best friend off to the food court so they could fill up on junk while they made plans for the day. Once they had their food and had settled into a table near the back, James looked up with an animated grin and started gushing.
"Sooo, what exactly do we need to do here? I've never dressed like a girl before so you're working with a complete newbie." James turned a cute shade of pink but grinned up at Damien like he was starting to get excited about the idea. Damien snickered then wagged a blond eyebrow at his buddy to tease him a bit. "What?! Don't get cocky with me, Damien! This was your idea remember?" They both burst out laughing and started shoveling in doughnuts and chatting excitedly as James warmed up to the idea.
"Okay. First thing we need to do is find something to wear! There's a nice little dress shop five doors down where you can rent party dresses and shit like that for dances. I've already been in there a few times to try things on so it won't raise any eyebrows if we go there." James' jaw dropped at that remark.
"What do you mean you've been there to try things on?!" James' disbelief was so obvious that Damien giggled.
"I MEAN that I've been there to try things on! I didn't stutter! You know I do drag! It's really not as uncommon as you might think." James looked at him like he'd lost his mind and Damien rolled his eyes at the little twink. "We'll just tell them it's for a costume party and they won't blink an eye man! I've done this shit before! Same deal with the hairdresser and the makeup ladies over at Merle Norman. Hell, we had a switch day during homecoming week every year at my old school and half the dudes in the school put on a skirt!"
"You're shittin me man!" James shook his head no and leaned back, his eyes growing wider, like his denial would make the statement untrue.
"I'm not kiddin', it's pretty normal for public schools to do shit like that. There was a switch day, pajama day, blue day, redneck day, you name it" Damien shrugged and couldn't help but feel sorry for his private school buddy. Hell, the first time he'd ever tried cross-dressing was on switch day at his old school and he'd been hooked ever since! Not that he wanted to be a chick or anything, he loved his joystick, but he just liked wearing the clothes! Oh, and the way guys looked at him in the clothes. Yeah, that was his favorite part!
"Well, whatever. I just can't wait to see you dressed like a chick! It might give me some inspiration for our next get together." Damien just rolled his eyes. Oh, look at twink boy being a smart ass! Like James' gay ass would EVER get off thinking about a chick!
"You do that man and we'll just see who's laughing when you're hooked and begging me to go to the next dance with you!" James just snorted and continued to inhale his food while Damien rattled off all the things they had to get done before the dance. They sat there bull-shitting for nearly an hour before deciding to catch the early matinee. They planned to hit the mall later since they had so much time to waste anyway. Damien couldn't wait until six o'clock rolled around! He hadn't had this much fun in ages!
Six hours, two homecoming tickets, two garment bags, and four hundred dollars later, both boys stood in the women's restroom and looked at each other with true appreciation. Damien knew he looked hot! His medium-length blond hair had been put up in a reverse French braid that ended in a nice shaggy poof at the top of his head. Tiny, red glass beads had been worked in to add a nice feminine touch and the makeup he'd had done at Merle Norman's made his skin look as smooth as a baby's ass. His dark brown eyes looked almost black with the smoky shadow, eyeliner, and mascara.
James looked pretty hot too. If Damien was into chicks, he would have asked the twink out in a heartbeat! That long blond hair James always kept pulled back in a ponytail had been layered and styled into curls any woman would kill for. His blue eyes glowed under the fluorescent lights in the bathroom and looked almost neon. They'd both picked out similar dresses in different colors. James' was an aqua blue and looked awesome with his eyes whereas Damien had gone with his favorite color red.
Both had an oriental look but were high in the neckline, wrapping around the bottom half of the throat -all the better to hide an Adam's apple!- with a keyhole design cut chastely in the front. The backs of the dresses were practically nonexistent, plunging within a few inches of the waist. Some tape on A-cups, pantyhose, and a pair of shoes each, and they were ready to party! They had just slipped into their dresses and shoved their cast off clothes into the garment bags when James spoke up again.
"Hey Damien. Where the hell are we gonna put this stuff to change back into later?"
Hmmm. Damien had to admit he hadn't really thought that far ahead. His focus had been getting to the dance, not how to get back home in one piece! Shit! Then it hit him. There was a water park near MCHS that him and James had gone to a couple of times and it had those pay lockers out front! Perfect! That problem in the bag, he dragged James through the mall and hailed a taxi. His dad was sooo gonna kick Damien's ass when he got the new credit card bill! Damien cringed a bit at the thought, then turned his attention back to James. They were on their way and he could tell that even James was getting excited!
The line outside the doors of MCHS was impressive. Damien had never been to a dance at his old school -he didn't have a death wish after all!- and he was starting to get a little nervous. This school seemed to be a lot bigger than his old one too and he giggled as they moved closer to the door when he noticed all the hungry looks being sent their way. Oh yeah, they were smokin' hot and he knew it! Several people had called out to them, like they knew them or something, which James thought was hilarious.
"What's up with these people? They keep waving and talking to us like they've known us their whole lives or some shit." Damien snickered at James' baffled expression.
"They know we've got it goin' on and want to jump on the glory train. They think that if everybody else thinks that we're their friends, then they'll look better. I used to see this kinda shit all the time at my old school. You could be a complete ass, and everybody would fall all over themselves to be your friend, as long as they thought you were one of the 'beautiful people'." James gave him that 'you're so full of shit' look and Damien just shrugged. "Welcome to the real world 'Jamie girl'."
"Oh shit!" James grabbed Damien by the shoulders and pulled him closer to whisper in his ear. "Look over there! About ten couples back! It's Scott and the entire fucking football team! What if they recognize us?!" Damien rolled his eyes and then looked James up and down with a twinkle in his eyes.
"Believe me Jamie. They won't. Hell, I wouldn't recognize you if I saw you on the street! Did I mention how fucking hot you look in that?" James smacked him on the back of the head and muttered for him to 'go to hell' and Damien gave his friend a nasty glare. "Stop with the rough housing Jamie! Girls don't do shit like that! You tryin to get us busted?"
FINALLY they were next up in line and they tossed their tickets to the middle aged woman at the door and made their way into the gym full of half-naked girls and horny guys trying to get laid. That part of their mission complete, Damien and James eased over to the corner to wait for Scott to show up. Bad idea! Almost as soon as they started talking, a mob of guys fell on them like a swarm of locusts and by the time Damien had managed to run them off Scott was already inside and was dancing with a scrawny little black haired chick. James followed Damien's glare to Scott and snickered at his dilemma.
"Fuck you Jamie! Just watch this shit, I know how to work it!" He crossed the room making sure to add an extra sway to his hips as he went, stopped directly in front of the dancing pair. He tapped 'black haired girl' on the shoulder and gave her a nasty look. "Why exactly are you over here hangin' all over my man?" 'Black haired girl' froze and her eyes widened as she stepped back to give Scott a dirty look, then turned and walked away. Damien just smirked at her retreating back. Now that's how it's done.
"Umm. Excuse me, but I think you're mistaken and that was a pretty rude thing to say to that poor woman." Damien tensed and turned around only to be captured by a set of angry violet eyes that nearly glowed in the flashing lights of the dance floor. Scott looked so fucking hot right now it took everything Damien had not to attack him on the spot. Damien decided it was time to make up some shit and put a smile back on his gorgeous man's face.
"Oh. Sorry I got you involved in that. That girl's such a man-eater and a couple of weeks ago she broke me and my boyfriend up, so I was trying to get back at her a little. I shouldn't have dragged you into it though so please don't hate me?" Damien tilted his head a little and turned on the 'I'm a harmless puppy, please pet me' look and Scott's anger melted away. God, he was so easy! Damien instantly felt guilty for thinking such a thing and turned to walk away. Maybe he'd try again later.
Scott grabbed his arm to keep Damien from leaving. "Hold on a sec. Are you sure we don't know each other?" Scott looked down at him closely for a few seconds. "You just seem so familiar for some reason." Damien's heartbeat sped up to a hundred miles and hour and he shook his head no.
"No, I'm afraid I'd remember somebody who looked like you. Do you go to school here?" Damien figured he'd already taken an inch so he might as well go the extra mile. He had to distract his Adonis before he got busted!
"No, me and my friends snuck in here, but don't tell on us or they'll throw us all out of here." Scott lit up that thousand-watt smile for him and Damien stepped a little closer.
"Wanna dance with me… you didn't give me a name?" Damien fluttered his lashes and smiled softly up at his sexy roomy as he asked the question he already knew to answer to.
"Oh, uhh… Yeah. Sorry 'bout that. I'm Scott Winthrop and you are?" Shit! He hadn't thought up a name. He could hear the Jeopardy tune playing in his head as he rushed to come up with something.
"Ummm. Oh! Darlene. Sorry you're just so fucking sexy I forgot what you said for a second there." Scott looked at him closely again then shook his head and grinned.
"Well, Darlene lets dance a little bit instead of blocking the floor. What do you say?" Damien just stepped closer, reached up, and wrapped his arms around Scott's thick neck. He didn't give a shit at this point that it was a fast dance! He wanted to cuddle up close in case it was the only dance he ever got with his sexy roomy. A shiver ran unchecked up his spine when Scott slid his big strong hands across Damien's exposed back and Damien snuggled in closer as they started to sway to the music.
A deep chuckle rumbled in the massive chest against his ear and Damien's steps faltered for a second as he looked up to see what the joke was. Scott was smiling down at him with a soft look in his eyes that Damien had never seen directed at him before. His chest tightened painfully at the beautiful sight. A thumb was rubbing gentle circles on the skin at his nearly exposed waist and sending sparks straight to his balls. Shit! Bad timing! Damien tried to pull back a little bit and put some distance between them but Scott held on tight until the song finally ended.
As soon as it was over, Damien stepped back and tried to disappear into the crowd. Fooling Scott this way was starting to bother him a lot more than he'd expected it too. He wanted to get away before things went any further, since Scott was apparently interested in 'Darlene'. Before he could take a full step, Damien was captured again as Scott moved in for the kill. Caught like a deer in the headlights, Damien just looked up in awe as Scott stooped lower to drop a soft kiss on his upturned lips. The moment their lips met fire shot through his veins and Damien knew he was screwed. Unable to hold back, Damien opened up to Scott's probing tongue and an unchecked moan escaped his throat and his arms tightened around Scott's neck.
A wandering hand slid around to trace down Damien's spine, back down to his waist, as Scott pulled him tighter and plundered Damien's hungry lips like a starving man in the desert. Oh. Hell. Yes. With his arms around Scott's massive neck, Damien put his entire being into the kiss as their tongues danced and wreathed against one another. Scott could have fucked him right there on the floor and he wouldn't have been able to say no. There was no way his little 'get togethers' with James could compare to this. Damien had never been kissed like this in his entire life! Holy shit!
An extremely loud throat clearing -not so politely- behind them ended their unplanned public make-out session pretty quickly. Damien blushed deep red when he turned around and saw a lemon-faced, old woman tapping her foot impatiently. "I think that's enough for one night students. Break it up or I'll have to ask you both to leave." Several of the couples around them had stopped dancing and were just standing there giggling amongst themselves as the scene play out. Damien was speechless that he'd lost control so totally that he'd forgotten they were surrounded by all these people.
He looked up at Scott to see if the big jock was pissed but his sexy man was just standing there staring at him again, with his head cocked to the side and a look of wonder on his face, like Damien was the only one in the room. NOT GOOD! This was supposed to be a one off deal. A little dance -hopefully a little kiss- but there was no way in hell Damien could keep this shit up for any length of time! Scott was going to kill him if he found out! Everyone around them went back to their own business and the two were left standing there, staring at each other in a state of confusion. After several seconds Damien broke eye contact and stepped back.
"I'm sorry Scott but I have to go now." He turned to walk away but was once again held back by Scott's big hand on his wrist.
"Wait Darlene! Can't we just go somewhere and talk for a few minutes? I feel a real connection with you that I've never felt with a woman before. I've only known you a few minutes and I already feel so comfortable around you, like I can be myself. Does that make any sense at all?" The anxious, confused expression on Scott's face tore at Damien's heart. Scott wasn't supposed to be hurt or confused by this! It was supposed to be a dance and nothing else! Tears burned the back of Damien's eyes as the guilt he'd been ignoring all day started to force its way up and burn in his chest.
"Look Scott, you're a great guy and you don't really know me, but trust me when I say that I'm not a very nice person. I'm definitely not someone you should trust or want to get to know better." A tear finally escaped and ran down his cheek and he swiped it away with the back of his hand. "I shouldn't be here. I have to go. I'm really sorry about all this!" Damien jerked away from Scott a final time and hurried through the crowded dance floor. He couldn't do this. Scott was the only man he'd ever loved but he'd always known they could never be together.
Rushing away from Scott, blindly and lost in his own thoughts, Damien didn't notice anyone else standing on the sidewalk outside until he nearly knocked them down. Stumbling, he lost his balance and a set of strong hands caught and steadied him quickly before letting go. He looked up to thank the person who'd saved his ass from eating concrete and froze when a startled Gregg stood there wide eyed and staring back at him in disbelief. FUCK! The captain of his soccer team had been harassing him for over a year to put out but Damien had been avoiding the subject at all costs.
"Damien?" Gregg looked him up and down closely then grinned wickedly. "It is you isn't it?" Damien quickly snapped out of his shock and forced his face into a bored expression as he raised a questioning eyebrow at his potential future rapist.
"Uh, excuse me, but I'm not a guy and I don't have the slightest idea who you're talking about. Would you like me to go back inside and ask my boyfriend if he knows the guy? He's the quarterback on the football team here so he knows practically everyone at this school."
Damien smiled sweetly up at his nemesis and prayed to hell he'd bought it! If this guy found out that it was really Damien in drag, the rest of his school life would be a living hell. Gregg had already come close to pulling that off with his daily advances, even without this little bit of extra information. Gregg looked at him again like he was beginning to doubt himself and then mumbled 'sorry 'bout that' and walked back inside. With a huge sigh of relief, Damien started towards the parking lot but stopped again when a familiar voice called out to him from behind. James. Shit! He'd forgot all about the poor guy! Some friend he was! Turning around slowly, Damien decided to play innocent.
"Oh, hey 'Jamie girl'! I just came out to get some air. You 'bout ready to go yet?" James snorted in response and turned to head back toward the party with a wave of his hand.
"I'm having a blast so I'll catch you back at the dorms later! If you wanna leave don't let me stop you!" His flippant response worried Damien a bit.
"James. Are you pissed at me for something?" James turned back to him with a big smile and relief washed over Damien. James was his best friend in the world, besides Scott, and Damien didn't think he'd be able to look that gorgeous man in the face for a while.
"No stupid! I'm having a great time and I'm just not ready to go home yet. I've never had a chance to dance with so many hot guys before! Go on and don't worry about it. Mission accomplished and all that. Later!" James turned again and this time didn't stop as he made his way back to the dance.
Damien headed off to pick up his clothes from the locker down the street and changed and took off his makeup at the nearby Speedway. After that, he returned the dress and shoes to the locker and left them to pick up the next afternoon. There was no way in hell he could take them back to the dorm. He hopped a bus home since it was still early and crashed on the bed as soon as he fell into his own room but Damien just couldn't stop thinking about what had happened.
This had been the dumbest idea he'd ever had and Damien hoped to God that Scott never found out about it. James was right, it would be the end of their friendship if Scott knew what he'd done. To make matters worse, without Scott to look over him Damien would be lucky to make it through the end of the school year without getting beat to a pulp or raped. And he was well on his way towards both, the way things were going lately! Things would be alright though, Damien reassured himself. Nobody knew about this except for him and James and neither one of them would say a word to Scott. After a couple of hours of tossing and turning, Damien finally fell into a restless sleep.