182Summary: This is the story about a boy who falls in love with a mascot. And his panties. Warning: Drug use and cross-dressing ahead.[Slash/Yaoi/MxM]
Drugs aren't all bad—in the first place, if it wasn't for them, I would have never met you.
One afternoon, a few weeks ago, I wasn't exactly sure why my friends and I ended up at the football game - but I had a small idea of what we were getting into. Kieran always had something up his sleeve, and half the time, the only bad thing was waiting to see just what it was. He was secretive as fuck, and weird about texting - always insisting we talk in person.
"Kieran, dude, what the hell are we doing here anyway?" my cousin Ricky sighed into the crisp late-October air. "It's fucking cold out. "
"Yeah, I'm freezing my ass off—this is lame," I whined, turning to head back to the comfort of my warm bed - but Ricky's iron grip stopped me in my tracks, and he swung me forwards.
"Pssh, no one asked you Kody," Kieran snapped. "Dumbass." I gave him the finger before promptly sticking it back into my pocket due to the chance of it freezing off completely. I never once claimed to be the brains of any of our operations, nor was I even considered the brawn because that was definitely Ricky's department. Maybe I was the beauty? But even at that thought I didn't feel too special... "We're going to pick up from Bobby."
Bobby was the name of our drug dealer, or at least it was the name he gave us. Once a month we would meet him in some random, crowded place and hand him our allowance. We'd split an ounce of weed and occasionally mush.
"You didn't tell us that," Ricky objected. "That changes thing, huh Kody?"
"But why here?" I groaned, sniffling against the crisp air while reflecting how much I hated being at school.
"He's got a lot of buyers, and said he'd give us a discount," Kieran replied with a scathing look.
It made sense. The bleachers were full of students excited about the events on the field. It was cold out—kind of a drag—but if it meant I'd have something to give me buzz over the next couple of weeks, I decided waiting would be worth it.
"Better be a good discount," Ricky threatened with a mumble, echoing my thoughts. "I hate football, crowds, and most of all – mascots."
I cast my eyes out towards the field where only one costumed mascot performed. The person inside hopped, skipped, and danced in our school's Warrior mascot uniform.
"What's wrong with them?" I asked, hoping I wasn't missing the obvious; I did that sometimes.
"Look, anyone who dresses up in a costume like that is a freakshow," Ricky replied, his face hardening as he eyed the performer below. "Like, I just look at that—and want to kick its ass."
Kieran cleared his throat. "Ricky, you got jumped by clowns—I get it. But what it's a super-hot chick in there?"
"Don't care," Ricky seethed angrily. "Girl... guy... I don't see it."
Bobby was particularly generous with his proposed "discount". We settled on a few hits of acid on top of the regular score. Shoving our rations into our pockets, we then set off through the halls to get the fuck out. None of us had any interest being at school any longer than we strictly needed to.
As we passed some lockers and rounded a corner, we laid eyes on it.
Our school's mascot was hard to mistake; a very large and over-exaggerated warrior, equipped with a huge foam helmet.
"You have got to be shitting me," Ricky muttered viciously. I glanced over to him briefly, taking in the way his face turned red and his eyes practically bulged out of his face. All signs that were never good.
"Well it's our lucky day," Kieran sang excitedly. "Let's see what we got in there, huh boys?" The question was courtesy only. Kieran didn't wait for me to respond – and Ricky was already leading the way.
Shrugging, I followed.
"Hey! Warrior!" Ricky shouted down the empty hall, chasing after the costumed figure.
The mascot turned fully, only able to see through a small mesh screen on the foam helmet. Its arms extended, clearly confusing Ricky approaching as a fan wanting a hug.
"This is 'gonna be good," Kieran muttered to me. Then, in a flash, he was catching up to Ricky. I jogged to keep up as both friends grabbed an arm and began hauling the mascot away.
"Where are you taking him?" I hissed, watching amusedly as the warrior struggled in their grasps.
"Over there! Open the door, Kody," Kieran ordered, nodding his head in the direction of an unused classroom. I only had time to hesitate for half a second because the mascot started to make noise and we were screwed if we were busted with our pockets full of drugs. I dove for the door and ripped it open as the other two began leading our captured victim through. "Ssh, it's okay. We just want to have some fun." Kieran explained with a laugh.
Maybe on the outside I was keeping it together, but inside I was a nervous wreck.
Usually at this time the adrenaline grabbed a strong hold of me and carried my reckless actions further. I never had the desire to second-guess or doubt any of our plans. Yet as I watched my friends throw the mascot into a wall and corner him, I felt those butterflies alright - totally knowing how wrong this whole thing was.
"Kody, get over here!" Kieran snapped, noticing I was standing awkwardly some distance away.
"Uh – what are we going to do?" I asked, taking a few steps towards them but otherwise remaining out of their circle.
Ricky was wringing his hands together impatiently. "It just makes me sick. I need to do something, y'know? What the hell is wrong with these people?" Without another moment's notice, Ricky's fist collided with the foam helmet of the mascot – and rather than it flying across the room, it simply snapped back into place.
"What the hell?" Kieran commented, inspecting the helmet himself and attempting to rip it off with force.
"It's connected to a body piece," I said, noticing a white Velcro strap while Kieran struggled with it. A muffled voice in the costume began to speak, but we couldn't make sense of what they were saying.
"Ugh - whatever! I don't need it off. That felt good enough," Ricky said wickedly – and he lined up for another punch.
"Wait!" I shouted, and then blanked completely as both friends turned to give me a very obvious what-the-fuck look. I scrambled to think of anything to say that could end this now. "Well uh – we need to make sure it's not a chick in there... I don't wanna... hurt some girl. Even you wouldn't do that, Ricky."
My cousin raised his eyebrows at the statement. "Mascots don't have genders," he enforced bitterly. "What the hell is wrong with you Kody? Are you joining in or not? If you're going to be a little pussy bitch, go wait outside!"
"Well, Kody does have a point," Kieran said thoughtfully and I was thankful that I was making sense to at least one of them. I made a note to thank Kieran for his support later. "But what are we going to do? Rip the costume off?"
The mascot made another objection at that and the three of us turned our attention back briefly.
"If we take the costume off," Ricky began with a sigh, "it won't be fun anymore."
"Hmm, but how does it work? Looks complicated," Kieran gestured to the costume by lifting the arm of the mascot, ignoring Ricky. "Kody, help me."
"You guys are ruining it!" Ricky shouted, frustrated at our meddling. If it were left up to my cousin, he would have probably tried to beat the mascot outfit until the person inside wasn't standing anymore and then he would have left them like that. Maybe even going so far as to locking them in the classroom after he was done. But we ignored his angry mutters as Kieran and I turned the mascot around and attempted to figure out the puzzling suit.
"Looks like the armour is the top piece - the pants and arms underneath... then there's a chest piece that connects the helmet," Kieran began, following the various fabrics with his fingers. "How did they even get in?" He wasted no time unzipping the blocky foam armour. Once it fell to the ground it revealed a rather awkward middle layer. There was foam on the legs and arms that were to fit with the chest piece but with it removed, the entire middle was made out of a light, breathable fabric.
The mascot began to struggle again. Foam arms and legs tried to push and kick at us uselessly. "Kody, keep 'em still," Kieran barked as he attempted to remove the larger body piece.
I didn't know what to do. It was like my hands were frozen to my sides and although my brain was ready to listen to the order; I just wasn't able to lay my hands on the defenseless—faceless—person just yet.
It was easier when you were justified. Or at least, for me, it was better knowing the person at least deserved it in some way. But Ricky and Kieran weren't as nice as me, obviously; they didn't care who this person was as long as they had a little bit of fun along the way.
"Earth to Kody!" Kieran shouted.
"Why can't we just go and get high at my house?" I suggested lightly, although my hands found their way to the warrior's shoulders and held the figure firmly. The struggle ended immediately and I couldn't help but feel like eyes were staring at me from behind the mesh mask. I peered in, trying to see who it was in there and maybe end this whole thing sooner, but all I could see was a blanketing darkness and maybe some teeth.
"We can do that after," Kieran mumbled distractedly as he finally unzipped the suit.
"Stop – please!" the mascot cried, this time much louder than any of their previous attempts at objection. Or maybe it was because I was now face-to-foam-head with them. Although muffled, the voice carried with it a little bit of masculinity that made my heart drop like a stone. Perhaps the fleeting disappointment was because I gained a moral conscience somewhere in the last five minutes. I had a sense I'd been hoping all along there was a pretty girl on the other side of that mask.
Ricky shoved me out of the way after the warrior spoke, though, and I could do nothing but stand uselessly to the side. It was too bad—the worst thing the mascot could have done was beg; Ricky really liked it when they begged.
So, in what seemed like a flash, the suit was pulled to collect at our victim's ankles along with the original top piece of armour.
What remained left us all in a shock.
A pair of long, lean, bare legs and attached? The laciest—bright red—panties you'd ever seen in your entire life. To top it all off, concealed behind the red fabric was the unmistakable bulge of manhood.
It took a while for the image to process.
Everything about it was dumbfounding; from the incredible legs to the cold hard truth that yes — it was indeed some guy wearing these erotic panties.
Ricky broke into laughter first, quickly followed by Kieran, but I still felt like a haze was surrounding me. Even though I knew it wasn't right, I was locked in an unbreakable stare. My world dimmed around those panties, and I couldn't take my eyes off the near naked sight. It was really something... although it could be said the giant foam helmet was throwing the whole thing off.
"What a fucking freak. I told you both, didn't I?" Ricky announced proudly. "I told you that anyone who dressed up like this deserves it. Fuck, it's almost too much. I mean what kind of sick fucker is this?"
As the mascot tried to cover himself up with trembling hands, Kieran moved forward. "I want to see who it is under there."
Me too.
My heart pounded loudly in what I could only describe as anticipation as Kieran ripped the Velcro off both sides of the chest piece connecting the helmet and then finally yanked the last of the warrior costume off the boy's body.
Kieran revealed a tear-streaked, dishevelled looking boy I had never seen before. This time, my heart didn't drop as far as it had a minute ago - but I couldn't shake off the feeling that I had still been hoping to see some sort of female connected to that body.
The boy was completely stark naked except for those very lacy—stunning—red panties he was sporting for some ungodly reason. He looked terrified – that much was obvious, and he shrank to the ground as Kieran tossed the helmet to the side.
"Wow, this is really something," Ricky said excitedly, eyes glinting madly. "Who would have thought we'd find a pansy little faggot underneath this all along?" A quick roll of his knuckles helped snap me out of my trance and I stepped forward.
"Let's think about this for a sec, Ricky," I said in my calmest, most reasonable of voices. "Do you really want to waste any more energy on him?" I indicated the boy on the ground that only shrank further away, hiding his face and attempting to cover up his body using the pieces of costume he had sat down on. "It was fun." Not at all. "But let's get out of here before we're caught."
"Screw off, Kody," Ricky muttered, shoving me out of the way as he advanced towards the boy. With unrivaled strength, he pulled the spluttering mess off the ground and back up to his feet. For the second time, I was able to get a good look at the mascot — but it was different without any of the costume in the way. I could see his entire skinny body - sweaty and shiny from being in the costume. I watched the beads drop down his chest now rising and falling rapidly with panic as Ricky spoke. "I didn't go through all that just to end things now."
Maybe the boy knew I'd been trying to protect him. Perhaps my hesitation about the whole thing was pretty obvious. Either way, he caught on and stared pleadingly at me as Ricky raised his fist — I couldn't help what happened next. You could call it instinct, the way I stepped in to take the punch. Upon impact, I crumpled to the floor, because Ricky had a very good right hook. It'd been straight up stupid to think that my cousin would have taken it easy on him just because he was completely defenseless. It wasn't necessary to hit him with such force—this wasn'tlike the brawls we were used to after all. The boy didn't have an ounce of muscle on him.
The pain was enough to set my ears ringing. I could barely hear anything around me until Ricky's booming voice shone through.
"You fucking idiot!" Ricky snapped, hauling me up this time and knocking my back against the wall with a thud. "What'd you go and do that for?"
I attempted a smile but I was pretty sure there was some blood in my mouth. "I don't know," I answered honestly. "It's just – he's kind of like a girl, isn't he? I don't wanna hurt him Ricky..."
Ricky's eyes narrowed at me like he was expecting any other answer than that. "Except he's clearly a dude, Kody!" he shouted again, releasing me from his grip and pointing back at the boy.
I had a moment to spit the copper tasting blood from my mouth before looking back again. The haze returned, and my heart began thumping loudly as—once again—I was drawn back to those killer legs. The only thought was how much of a shame it was that he wasn't a girl, because I had never felt this kind of attraction before. Something about the boy's quiet embarrassment being caught in them just made it even better.
I tried to play it cool and shrug nonchalantly. "Anyway, he didn't do anything, you psycho. This is all because of your own, twisted phobia."
"You want another?" Ricky growled dangerously, lifting his fist in the air beside me.
I held both hands up defensively and shook my head before catching Kieran sighing in the distance.
"Ricky, let's go. All this shouting will get us caught and Kody's being a bitch. We still have time to chill with Erica, okay?"
The offer was probably very tempting. Erica was our good friend who lived across the street to me — and she was the result of many fights since we'd all had a crush on her at one point or another. Most recently, Ricky was obsessed about anything to do with her. As I looked back at my cousin, he was clearly battling with his need to finish what he started and the excitement of spending some time with his favorite person.
"Yeah, can't believe you ruined this for me," Ricky muttered finally.
"Do us a favour next time," Kieran said as he and Ricky passed by, heading towards the door. "Don't tag along if you're 'gonna be a pussy."
And with that, they both left.
Admittedly, it was a lot to process. I couldn't understand where the need to protect this person and betray my friends came from but it had a lot to do with that red underwear, I believed.
As soon as I was sure that they weren't coming back, I turned back to the stranger who was staring at me intensely. He was backed up against the wall where Ricky had left him before I'd jumped in – and suddenly I felt pretty stupid. Just because he was dressed in some panties, and was all defenseless and weak, didn't mean I had to be some knight in shining armour and rescue him.
"Are you okay?" I asked taking a step forward. I surveyed where Ricky had thrown the punch while he'd been in the foam helmet, but it didn't look like there was any mark left on him.
Soft blue eyes—with a dark ring around them—were still watery as he continued his un-breaking gaze, remaining silent. His light brown hair was still a bit sweaty from the costume but was starting to stand up a little and creating this wispy, haloed effect around his hair. Soft face. Pink lips. All in all, he wasn't bad looking, but as soon as I thought it I wondered just what was coming over me. First his legs...
"Well, sorry about my friends. They can get carried away," I said, continuing to tempt some sort of response from him. That was the least I deserved, right?
"Thanks," he finally spoke – so soft I suddenly understood why his protests in the costume hadn't been enough. He bent down and picked it up, hiding the panties and himself from my vision as if indicating I could stop staring any second.
"I'm Kody," I introduced, although what I hoped to achieve, I didn't know. This person was interesting to me and maybe it was the fact that we had met under such circumstances. In any case, I didn't want this conversation to end; I didn't want him to leave – or worse, get dressed.
The same sad, traumatized eyes looked back at me, although he hid behind the body suit disappointingly well. "Travis," he muttered finally. I grinned, and Travis let the costume slide a little in his hands, watching as my eyes trailed lower to his collar-bone. Then he began speaking again and each word surprised me. "Um, can you—" he paused for a moment as if gathering some courage, "—stop staring?"
Once again I removed my gaze from his body and shook my head furiously. "I wasn't," I denied immediately.
Travis hmm'ed curiously, eyes giving me the up and down now. "It's just – I'm not used to it. So, if you could look away I'll get dressed and take you to the nurse's office."
"I don't need to go—"
"You're bleeding," Travis interrupted, indicating my head with a wave of his hand, "and you may have a concussion so just stay still for a minute," he advised.
A concussion? It sure didn't feel like a concussion. Although, now that he'd mentioned it, I did feel a little bit dizzy. I brought my hand up to the side of my face and tenderly prodded the site Ricky's punch landed. Sticky, red blood had caked itself onto my wound and I was a little surprised having seriously underestimated his rage-on for mascots.
I wanted to ask a million questions to the boy in front of me – first of which why he was wearing panties - but I knew if I stayed with him any longer there was a very good chance I'd get caught with the supply of narcotics in my pocket. Instead I turned on my heel for the door as soon as Travis had put his body suit on. "Wait," he called. "What about the nurse?"
"They're going to ask what happened, and I'm not smart enough to lie my way out of that," I replied with a smile. "I'll be fine."
We exchanged one last, fleeting look before I darted out of the classroom and down the hall. I didn't stop running until my lungs ached and my legs finally gave way to my bed beneath me.
A/N: Firstly, please don't kill me that I'm writing something new. I'm very thankful – at least – that I'm writing at all. Secondly, how do you like the story so far?
I wrote this in a challenge to my fiancé – who could write the most words in an hour. My result, 2552. His, 1567. I don't really know where this panty kink came from but I like it.