Forgotten Desires

Chapter 3

It was four PM when Ray finally got home, and he’d barely entered through the front door before Astrid came rushing toward him. As could be expected, his petite, blonde wife was in a state of upheaval.

“Where the hell have you been?!” she screamed at him, and her falsetto voice cut into Ray’s ears like a knife. Oh, great… “Do you know what time it is, Ray? I’ve been worried sick, I almost called the police! What the hell have you been doing?!”

“I…” Ray sighed and leaned against the wall for support. He’d already had a slight headache when he arrived, and Astrids’s screaming had magnified it tenfold. “I met a guy, and we… I’m sorry, okay? I guess I just didn’t… think…”

“No, you didn’t! But there is actually such a thing as a phone, you know! My God, anything could have happened! Especially when you go out made up like a whore!”

“For fuck’s sake, Astrid… I’m not sixteen years old!” Ray snapped back, rubbing his aching temples. It felt as though there was a rock concert going on in his head.

“I was worried, Ray!” his wife exclaimed, clearly still upset. It was funny, though; she knew he’d just come home from a same-sex sexual escapade, and she was upset with him for not calling her?

“Alright, alright… I’m sorry…” he murmured self-consciously. “It was thoughtless…”

Astrid gave him a somewhat sullen glance, which meant she wasn’t giving up that easily. “A guy, you said? Well, how was he? Did he meet your standards?”

“Yeah, he was okay…” the singer murmured, looking anywhere except Astrid’s eyes. “Look, baby, I’m really tired…”

“You’re tired? What the hell do you think I am? I’ve been up all night and morning worrying about you! And where did you get those awful clothes?” She nodded at his current outfit with a frown.

“I… He gave them to me, okay? All I had was the dress, and I couldn’t wear it during daytime. Astrid, please… I’m really, really tired, and I just want to go to bed… It feels like my head’s about to explode…”

At least that part was true. He needed to take a Tylenol and sleep for the rest of the day and the following night. Ray Simms was drained, both physically and emotionally.

“You didn’t drink, did you Ray?” Astrid sounded terrified.

Ray snorted in frustration. “Of course not!”

“Anyway, you need something to eat. Let me make you some sandwiches, at least.”

“Astrid… all I want is to go to sleep. Please…?”

The Nordic woman softened. Ray truly looked miserable, and probably was, as he’d never been a good actor or liar. Perhaps sleep was truly what he needed now?

“Okay, fine… I’m just glad to have you back in one piece.” Astrid stood on her toes to give Ray a kiss on the cheek. “Go get some rest, then.”

“Thank you, baby…” Ray stepped aside to pass Astrid, when she suddenly grabbed his arm.

“Ray…? He didn’t… hurt you, did he?”

Ray could tell by the tone of her voice that her concern was serious. “No, Astrid. He didn’t. I’m fine, just tired…”

That afternoon, the singer fell asleep only one minute after placing his head on the pillow and slept uninterrupted for the next sixteen hours.

*~*~*

Three weeks after the night of passion spent together, Ray finally got Les’ long-awaited call. He had not seen his band mate during all that time and was beginning to fear that Les’s promise to call had been nothing but empty words. Restless and bored, Ray more often than not found himself drawn to the various telephones in his mansion.

Astrid, of course, noticed his peculiar behaviour and asked what the deal was, but Ray could not bring himself to tell her. His attraction to the bassist grew by each passing day. Quite often he spent the nights dreaming or fantasizing about Les, also touching himself, and when he made love to Astrid, the image of Les was on his retina. Not that he wasn’t still attracted to his wife, but what he felt for her was overshadowed by the overwhelming desire for Les.

Then, one Tuesday afternoon in September, Les did call him. Ray answered the phone with a half-hearted “hallo”, expecting either a journalist or a wrong number. Instead he was positively surprised by Les’ thick Newcastle accent.

“Hallo there, Ray.”

“Les…” Ray found himself almost out of breath. “H-hallo…”

“Surprised?” Les asked.

“No… not really… Well, a little, perhaps…” Ray admitted. “So… how are you?”

“Surviving…” Les sighed, not wanting to explain the situation in detail. Things between him and Camille were frosty, to say the least. Maybe that’s why he was calling Ray now, to possibly get a respite from all that. “Are you alone, Ray?”

“Yeah, Astrid’s working in the garden,” the singer replied. He was absently fingering the collar of his shirt. “So… did you… want something?”

“Yeah… Do you want to see me again?”

Les had always preferred the straightforward attitude. Ray had to cover his mouth so as not to cry out with joy.

“Yeah, of course, Les,” he said, trying his best not to sound *too* desperate. What the hell… He’d been waiting for this call for the past three weeks. “What did you… have in mind?”

“No mucky motels this time. I thought we could go up to my dad’s old hunting lodge for a night or two. Out on the country. Does that sound like something? At least we’d have our privacy.”

“Oh, Les… that sounds absolutely fantastic!” Ray was unable to contain his enthusiasm now. The mere thought of himself alone with Les in a cosy lodge made his heart pound with excitement. “W-when…?”

“How about Friday? Come out to the road, and I can pick you up there at five. Is that good?”

“Yes…”

“Excellent. Oh, and Ray…”

“Yes, Les?”

“You are gonna… dress up, aren’t you?”

Ray needn’t ask what his lover was referring to. “But of course… in the outfit of your choice…” He wet his lips with his tongue, imagining that he was talking to Les in person.

“Wicked… I’m looking forward to this…”

“Me too…”

There was a brief pause. Then Les spoke again. “I’ll give you a call Thursday night just to make sure everything is set, alright?”

“Sounds fine.”

“Bye.”

“Bye…” There was a click when Les hung up in his end of the line. Ray himself did not follow that example. He sat with the receiver in his hand for minutes, simply staring at the wall and trying to comprehend the situation. Les wanted to see him again. Soon. In a few days… Ray knew he’d be counting the seconds until it was time to go, starting now…

*~*~*

The days before Friday indeed felt like months, or even years. Ray tried to keep himself busy at all times but still made sure to stay close to a telephone, in case Les would call. Lying to Astrid about his plans was not an option, so he decided to give her half the truth.

His wife, although not pleased, had grudgingly agreed to let him go, provided that he’d call her once a day to tell her he was safe.

The whole Friday morning and most of the afternoon were spent on preparation, and without Astrid’s help, the result would not have been half as successful. This time Ray chose to wear a black, satin tank top, a short leather skirt in the same colour – having remembered Les’ request about leather – black stay-ups, and knee-high platform boots.

Astrid had administered her soft, feminine touch to his make-up, making his already delicate features look more stunning than ever. For maybe the thousandth time that day, Ray thanked whatever unseen force there was for having a wife like Astrid.

“This guy really must be something special, the way you dress up for him,” she pointed out as Ray stood before the full-figure mirror in the hallway, adjusting his outfit.

“Hmmm, yeah, he is…” the singer admitted with a happy smile. “I just want to look perfect for him.”

The petite Scandinavian walked up next to him, and Ray could see that his platform shoes made him almost a full head taller than she.

Astrid regarded her husband’s reflection somewhat suspiciously. Right now he looked like someone who could be her older sister instead. “It *is* a man you’re going to see, isn’t it?” she then asked.

Ray gave a somewhat surprised chuckle. “Baby… What kind of a question is that? Like any woman would have me this way?”

Astrid failed to see the humour in it. “There are women who’re attracted to… transvestites,” she informed him.

“Yeah, maybe, but my date tonight is definitely a guy,” Ray assured her and delivered a gentle slap to her rear, which earned him a glare from Astrid. “When I get home, I’ll have his spunk in my arse to prove it.”

Now the look of annoyance on the woman’s face was replaced by concern. “Ray…” she began, “…you shouldn’t let guys fuck you without protection. You know that. You could catch something.”

“He’s clean, Astrid,” Ray replied with a certain amount of irritation. “I know that.”

“How can you know?”

“I’m sure, baby. Just trust me on this, alright?”

“I still think you should bring some condoms,” Astrid urged.

“That really won’t be necessary.”

Suddenly Ray felt his wife’s hand sliding up his bare thigh and in beneath his skirt. He jumped when her somewhat cold digits grasped his sensitive, soft penis.

Astrid snorted. “So you’re not even wearing underwear? Is this some new kink?”

“You know I hate underwear. Besides, it turns him on,” he added, recalling Les’ excitement when he found out Ray was bare under the dress.

Now she gave him a sly smile while teasingly rubbing the tip of his cock with her thumb. “Tell me about him, Ray… What does he look like? Tell me what makes him so special…?”

Ray closed his eyes and pictured his lover standing, preferably naked, before him. “He’s tall – taller than I – and built, with dark hair, a goatee, and large, masculine hands that know exactly how to please me… and he’s the most wonderful lover.”

“Well… he certainly sounds like a dream,” Astrid admitted. “And generous, too.”

“Astrid… please, don’t make me hard…” Ray groaned as he felt himself stiffen from his wife’s skilful ministrations. “I need to fit under this skirt…”

Astrid stopped her rubbing but did not withdraw her hand from his privates. “Does he touch you like this…?” she asked.

Ray imagined Les’ hands in Astrid’s place. “Yes…” Thanks to her, his nether regions were now ablaze. Now his biological sex made itself obvious even on the outside. Ray threw a glance at the large wall clock hanging to his left. Twenty to five. He had better get moving.

“Astrid, I have to go…” he groaned and finally pushed her hand away. This did not make his erection vanish, however, especially as his thoughts were with Les. Smoothing out his clothes as well as possible, Ray reached for his jacket and the small suitcase he was going to bring. It contained some basic make-up, a couple of hundred pounds in cash, and change of clothing. Even if they wouldn’t leave the cabin all day, he might need to appear as himself later.

“Alright, my darling… Be careful now…” Astrid said gravely and stood up to kiss his cheek. “And call me. Remember that!”

“I will, baby… Relax,” Ray assured her. “Don’t worry about me, I’m a big boy, alright?”

“Have fun now…” the petite blonde smirked and watched her husband disappear to meet another man for a secret rendez-vous somewhere on the country. How whacked things could indeed get…

Ray had some minor trouble walking the 800 yards to the highway, as the road leading to his mansion had no pavement. He tripped a couple of times and nearly twisted his ankle once, but other than that, he was left unharmed. However, Ray’s heart was beating like a minor machine within his ribcage. All kinds of thoughts filled his head.

What if Les didn’t show up? What if he’d forgotten about the whole thing, or even worse; changed his mind without alerting Ray?

He reached the highway six minutes to five and immediately looked about for a car that could be Les’.

Oh, god, I must look like a hitchhiking prostitute! The singer thought as he stood by the road in his flamboyant, risqué outfit. He half-expected some of the male drivers to stop and try to pick him up.

Luckily this did not happen. After eight minutes of waiting, someone did stop, and Ray immediately recognized Les’s bold features through the windshield. He felt himself smiling practically from ear to ear and could almost not open the car door due to his sweaty hands.

Les wore his usual blue jeans and worn leather jacket. He gave Ray an appreciative, daring grin when the singer entered on the passenger side.

“Hello, Ray… I see you remembered the part about the leather…” He reached out to place his left hand on the singer’s upper thigh and rubbed the thin flesh through the stocking. Ray shivered when the strong, masculine hands touched him again. How he’d longed for this…

Les’ hands slid beneath the leather skirt, as well, rubbing against the rapidly returning erection.

“No undies now either?” the bassist smirked. “You *are* one kinky little fellow, Ray!”

“Try me…” Ray breathed, his cheeks flushed with arousal.

“Oh, that I will…” Les withdrew his hand and started the car, his eyes piercing through Ray. They both knew that this would be a memorable weekend.

*~*~*

The drive to the hunting lodge took about ninety minutes. Most of that time, they were quiet, as it was difficult to find a topic relevant to them both without ruining the atmosphere. At times, though, Les would reach out and touch Ray, kneading his thigh or gently feeling the fake breasts beneath his tank top. He still couldn’t fathom how real they felt – and looked – on the singer.

The lodge itself was impressive, with a large bedroom with an adjacent bathroom, a kitchen, a dining room, and a living room with a trophy wall and a stone fireplace. Ray’s eyes widened at the numerous stuffed deer heads adorning the trophy wall. Truth was, he found the presence of them a bit eerie; especially the way their dead, glassy eyes gleamed in the lamp light.

Les came up behind him and the bassist’s arms wrapped around his waist. Ray’s platform boots made them of a height.

“Those are my dad’s,” Les told him. “He often used to go up here with his friends with I was a kid. I suppose he got it from his dad. My grandfather built this lodge in the 1920s. Pretty imposing, ain’t it?”

Ray, pressing back against the larger man’s warm presence, could only nod. “Is your dad still alive?” he then asked. It was amazing how little he actually knew about Les even after all this time.

“No. He passed away five years ago, dead from a stroke. I don’t hunt myself, and I’ve thought about selling this place many times after his death… but I guess it’s got sentimental value for me, after all.”

“I like it…” Ray whispered. “It’s really cosy… Thank you for taking me up here…”

Les nuzzled the junction where Ray’s neck met his shoulder. “You’re gorgeous, do you know that…?” he murmured, carefully nibbling at the pale flesh as his hands eagerly explored the other’s body.

“I wish…” Ray sighed blissfully and surrendered himself to the touch, wanting Les to take him there and then. His erection had returned with vehement force, distorting the hang of the leather skirt, and his lover’s skilful hands did not exactly make it disappear.

“Alright, enough of this now.” Les suddenly pulled away and walked over to the cool bag where he’d brought their food. “Let’s have a bite first, shall we? There’s plenty of time for that later.”

Ray held back a groan of disappointment, but supposedly he could wait a few more hours? As long as Les did not expect him to do the cooking, he was fine with it. Despite the feminine side of his personality, Ray Simms was a lousy cook who could hardly even boil water without messing it up.

Les knew this, of course, and chuckled at the anxious expression on the singer’s face. “You just go and make yourself comfortable,” he said. “I’m taking care of everything.”

Heeding the suggestion, Ray took off his jacket and boots, and went to explore the lodge more thoroughly while Les remained by the stove. The large double bed in the bedchamber looked comfortable and inviting. Ray’s heart rate increased at the thought of what he and Les would be doing in it in only a few hours. The bathroom was quite modern despite the lodge’s original age, harbouring a shower stall and a bathtub.

Soon the sweet aroma from the kitchen spread through every room, filling Ray’s nostrils. Les had told him to relax and wait for the dinner to get ready, but curiosity overcame Ray and he padded into the kitchen, smiling at the sight of his sturdy, masculine lover currently stirring something in a casserole.

“What are you making?” the singer asked.

“Chicken and Pesto sauce,” Les replied, shooting Ray a quick smile. “You like Italian, don’t you?”

“Oh, sure…” Food really was the last thing on Ray’s mind at the moment, despite the delicious scent surrounding him. All he could focus on was Les. “What’s to drink?”

“Originally I thought a bottle of white wine… but then I recalled you don’t drink anymore, so I brought us a six pack of sport drink. And there’s also ice cream for dessert, if you’d like.”

“Sounds lovely.”

Once the dinner was ready, Les made the dining room table, and they sat down opposite each other, two live candles burning between them. Ray blushed at the service; Les was even gentleman enough to pull back his chair when he was to sit.

Even though the food was delicious – who would have known Les was such a skilled cook? – Ray could only wait for the meal to end so that they could move on to other activities. He teased the other man by rubbing his foot against his leg beneath the table and acting provocatively in general.

In a room illuminated only by candle light, Les watched Ray eat, following every little move of his slender, bare arms and well-manicured hands. It was amazing that a walking catastrophe like Ray could also carry himself with such elegance. It was as though Ray’s alternate feminine persona was a wholly different individual altogether. Les could not decide whether he found it fascinating or downright freaky.

The silence was suddenly broken by Les’s voice. “I have a surprise for you.”

“A surprise?” The anticipation shone through the blond man’s eyes. “What is it?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if I told you, would it?”

Ray lowered his eyes, and a moment of silence followed. “Can I ask you something, Les?”

“Sure.”

“What did you tell Camille about… this?”

The bassist smiled, but it was more inward than outward. “I… told her I was going away with the band,” he replied. “And in a way, I wasn’t lying… You’re in the band, after all, Ray.”

Ray simply raised an eyebrow at the answer.

“And what did you tell Astrid?” Les asked then.

“The truth… pretty much. Only I left out the part that the bloke I was going with was you.”

Les chuckled. “Did she help you get ready again?” He gestured at the other man’s made up face and hair.

A nod followed from Ray. “Yeah, she did.” He took a sip of his sport drink. “Astrid’s good at that stuff. She used to work in a beauty parlour in Sweden. She knows what she’s doing.”

“I noticed…” the bassist smirked knowingly; with the right make up, Ray truly made one stunning woman, and supposedly he knew it.

Ten minutes later, their plates were almost empty, and neither was hungry for more food. The two men looked at each other across the table, the desire obvious in both their eyes. Les continued to play the gentleman and cleared the table while Ray stayed in his seat, expectantly watching the bassist. Then Les came back, offered Ray his hand, and pulled him up from the chair.

“Follow me…” he said breathily and headed for the bedroom, refusing to let go of Ray’s hand.

The singer could feel his heart speeding up again, and a throbbing sensation arose in his nether regions, as well. The hand Les held got sweaty, and he dearly hoped that this would not turn his lover off.

Once they reached the bedroom, Les did not throw himself at Ray, as the other had hoped and expected. Instead a sly grin formed on his face and he backed one step o regard his aroused lover.

“Take off your clothes so that I can see that lovely, lean body of yours.”

Ray obeyed within the blink of an eye and shed his skirt and tank top, which left him in just the strapless brassiere and black stay-ups. Les noticed that Ray was clean-shaven except in his groin, where he’d left a small triangle of cropped hair just above the genitals.

He raised his eyebrows at the sight. “Very nice… I think I’m going to show you that surprise now…”

Ray opened his mouth to ask what it was when Les turned on his heel and left the room, only to return thirty seconds later carrying a white paper bag, which he handed to Ray. “This is it. I bought it for you. Have a look, go on.”

Ray could never have imaged what the bag contained; his surprise was complete when discovering that Les had bought him a black, leather corset with a full front zipper and attached suspender straps, along with sexy fishnet stockings to go with it.

Upon seeing Ray’s shocked countenance, Les couldn’t help but burst out laughing. “Feel like trying them on?” he asked mischievously.

“Oh, Les, I…” Ray was speechless. “You bought these… for *me*?”

The bassist snorted. “Well, I sure as hell didn’t buy them for Camille!”

Ray trailed his fingers over the soft leather. “I… I’m overwhelmed…” he said. ”I don’t know what to say…”

“Do you like them?”

Ray looked like a child who’d just gotten what he wished for Christmas. “I love them. They’re… Can I try them on?”

“But of course! That’s why I brought them, after all!” The bassist let out a loud, hearty laugh that was not typical to him.

Practically running with his new presents pressed against his chest, Ray entered the bathroom and left the door ajar. “No peaking, Les…” he said with a teasing wink and received an amused snort in reply.

He quickly shed his black nylons and sat down on the toilet seat to inspect the fishnet stockings Les had bought him. The large holes made them much more sexual and appealing than his previous ones, which Astrid had chosen for him. Ray carefully slid his long, smooth legs into the stockings, enjoying the feel of the material against his skin.

The corset was next. It was easy to put on due to the full front zipper and fit his slender torso, including the fake bosom, like a glove. This made him wonder if Les had somehow found out his measurements and had it custom made for him. Either that, or the man had a sure eye.

Admiring his reflection in the mirror for a moment, Ray gave himself a proud smile. There were times when he hated his looks, but sexy women’s lingerie actually made him look decent. Hopefully Les would think so, as well.

Ray was jittery with excitement when he finally pushed the door open and revealed himself to his lover. Les’ eyes widened and his lips formed an “o”; both clear signs that he liked what he saw.

“Gorgeous…” the bassist repeated, now grinning widely. Ray spun around for him, letting him see how the corset looked from behind. Les felt a tightening in his loins. There was just something about Ray posing as a woman that set his fires going, despite the fact that Ray, with his genitals exposed, never could be mistaken for a “real” woman.

“I bought something else, as well…” Les continued with a sly look in his eyes. He reached into his pocket and, to Ray’s big surprise, pulled out a pair of leather handcuffs with attached D-rings. “I just thought we could play a little game…” he smirked, dangling the handcuffs in front of himself.

Ray swallowed, feeling his body heat up. There mere sight of the cuffs and the idea of wearing them were turning his knees into jelly. Les really wanted to… restrain him? Despite everything the singer had tried in the means of sex, he was not very familiar with bondage and S&M. The concept was both alluring and slightly terrifying… The leather cuffs looked sturdy. If they were fastened, he wouldn’t be going anywhere until Les allowed him.

“Well…?” Les inquired, lowering the handcuffs and approaching Ray. “Do you want to play… or not?”

Ray found himself backing half a step at Les’ approach, but soon the other man’s hand descended onto the small off his back and bodily pressed him against Les.

“Have you been naughty, Ray…?” Les softly growled in Ray’s ear. “Do I need to punish you…?”

Les already knew that Ray got off on being the submissive, so surely it would not take much to persuade him to do this.

“Les, I… I don’t know what to say…” Ray murmured, relishing the feeling of being held tightly. His heart was already speeding up within his chest, and his body cried to let Les have his way with him.

“Just say yes…” Les nuzzled the blond man’s neck and gently nibbled at his earlobe.

“Yes…” Ray groaned, finally giving in and surrendering completely.

“That’s a good girl…” Les moved to stand behind him and Ray immediately felt his wrists being pulled harshly. He almost whimpered when unyielding leather restraints where put in place and clipped together behind his back. Les’ gentleness was gone altogether when he gripped Ray’s neck and practically forced him down on his knees. It was turning him on, though. He even sported an obvious erection as a proof of that.

Les produced something else from his pocket, and Ray first believed it was a handkerchief. It turned out to be a black silk scarf, which the bassist tied around his lover’s head as a blindfold.

Ray gasped when he was deprived of his eyesight, as well. Les’ strong finger’s gripped his chin, tilting his head upwards.

“I trust that you will be a good little slave so I needn’t punish you further,” his lover’s voice spoke, and Ray could hear the rustling of clothes being removed. Suddenly something warm and damp poked his face, and it took Ray a moment to realize what it was. Simultaneously a hand gripped his hair and none-too-gently pulled his head forwards.

“Open up for me, you bad girl…” Les’ teasing voice sounded, and Ray’s face was practically pressed into the other’s groin. Humiliating as it was, it spurred the singer’s arousal. He took in Les’ cock almost to the base, momentarily forgetting that he could not use his hands to massage the rest of the shaft.

Les threw his head back and immediately started thrusting hard and deep into the warm, wet cavity of Ray’s mouth. Getting a blowjob had never felt this good. It occurred to him for a split second that he’d not really given Ray a chance to let him know if he was taking it too far, but he doubted it would happen. Ray obviously got off on being handled roughly; surely he could take anything Les dished out.

He let Ray pleasure him orally for another few minutes, mostly with his eyes closed. The hand in the other’s hair gradually loosened its hold and gave Ray more freedom to work as he wanted. The blond man’s fellatio skills were truly beyond great; however, Les would not let Ray bring him to orgasm this way.

All of a sudden the hand in Ray’s hair tightened its grip again and pulled him off the luscious erection. His knees hurt from being scraped against the hard wooden floor, and he really needed to stretch his legs.

Gripping Ray’s meagre upper arms, Les pulled him to his feet and half-led, half-dragged him over to the bed, where he positioned him on his knees with his head on the pillow. It was a slightly uncomfortable position, and Ray tugged at the cuffs to see if they would yield. No such luck, it seemed. He could hear clothes being shed and dumped in a heap on the floor. Oh, how he wished he could see Les! The throbbing ache between his legs had intensified, and he squirmed impatiently, giving a small groan of frustration.

The sadist in Les surfaced as he watched his bound “slave”. Reaching between Ray’s legs, he found the straining erection and gave it a few languid strokes, which only agitated Ray further. Finally the singer could not keep silent anymore.

“Come on, Les, please!” he whined. “I may be your bitch, but that doesn’t mean you can just leave me here for an infinite amount of time… Please, I want to come…!”

Les’ immediately reply was a slap to Ray’s backside. It was not hard, but it caught the other by surprise and a yelp left his mouth.

“Do I have to gag you, as well?” Les asked in a mock-stern voice and pinched the place on Ray’s buttock where his smack had left a red handprint.

“No, I’ll be good…” Ray whispered, cheeks burning with humiliation and excitement.

“Good.”

This time, Les had remembered to bring a small bottle of lubricant, which he now produced from a bedside drawer. Ray kept fidgeting and trying to alleviate the ache in his loins by rubbing himself against his thighs. The sight made Les grin widely. This was exactly the position Ray belonged in; on his knees with his arse high in the air.

He went to kneel behind the singer, added the necessary lubrication to himself, and then spread Ray’s pale buttocks wide, exposing his small, crinkled hole, which he could not wait to breach, first with his fingers and then with his cock.

A sigh of pleasure left Ray when Les finally inserted his digits to loosen and oil up his channel for their coming union. “Ohh, just fuck me, Les…” he groaned, trying to push pack against the fingers working on him. “Come on, please don’t keep me waiting…”

“What a submissive little slut you are…” the bassist purred, stroking Ray’s rear and back. “Beg me.”

“Please.”

“I didn’t hear that…”

“Les, please!”

“I’m not convinced, Ray.”

“Oh, come on, Les! Just PLEASE go on and fuck me so hard that I can taste your come in my throat!”

“That’s better.” Les delivered another smack to Ray’s behind. “I also love it when you talk dirty.”

He entered the bound and blindfolded man, sliding inside him like a knife through warm butter. There was no reason to be gentle – he even doubted that Ray wanted him to be – and he started thrusting the moment after. The next few minutes consisted of vigorous pumping, the sound of their bare bodies slapping against one another, and occasional grunts and groans. Les took pity on his bound lover and finally allowed him manual release by giving his heated, pulsating shaft a few firm, quick strokes. Ray’s entire frame shuddered from the long-awaited climax and his semen stained Les’ hand, also dripping down on the sheets. This briefly distracted Les, who reminded himself to place a towel on the bed next time they did this.

Once Ray had come, Les saw no reason to hold back and gave into the pressure in his loins, spilling his seed in Ray’s hot, snug innards. They both collapsed onto the bed, spooned against each other, Ray’s wrists still bound together. He felt Les’ softening member slide out of him with a wet sound, leaving a trail of semen on his inner thigh. Ray was once again frustrated by the inability to touch and regard his lover, even though the bondage itself had made the sexual act an incredibly intense experience.

“Could you… release me now… please?” Ray asked after another few minutes when his arms had begun to fall asleep. He felt Les moving behind him and then the bassist unclasped the leather cuffs and removed his blindfold. Ray blinked a few times to make his eyes adjust to the light while rubbing his rather sore wrists. Sore, but in a pleasant way. Les lay on his back, one hand tucked under his neck, looking up at his now freed slave. Ray pressed a quick kiss to his lips before rising from the bed.

“I’ll be back, darling…” he said languidly and headed for the bathroom. “Just gotta wash my make-up away and rid myself of these… excesses. You cool with that?”

“Yeah, Of course… Or you’ll wake up looking like a mess, like last time.”

Les gave a wry grin, which earned him a scoff from Ray. The blond man entered the bathroom, leaving the door open this time. He proceeded to remove the new fetish outfit along with the fake bust, which he’d grown quite accustomed to wearing. Besides, Les loved him in it. Without the brassiere and its contents, his lanky body did not look very feminine at all, nor did his face without the make-up. Even his lashes were the same colour as his face without mascara, and this, Ray thought, gave him a washed out look. Therefore he always chose to wear eye make-up, even in his everyday life.

After pulling his fingers through the thinning strands of bleached hair and sighing at his now dull reflection, Ray returned to the bedroom, naked and clean. A part of him feared rejection from Les now that the stunning “sex goddess” had gone back to being a haggard, middle-aged male, but instead the other man enveloped Ray in his arms and kissed him softly.

Ray was taken aback by the unexpected tenderness and giggled into the kiss. “Your beard, Les… It tickles…”

“Oh… Sorry.” Les ended the kiss but kept his arms around Ray and held him against his chest. He noticed the other’s slight uneasiness and was suddenly worried. “I didn’t hurt you before… did I, Ray?”

Ray shook his head and burrowed even closer to Les. “No… What we did, with the bonds and all… it was great,” he murmured, lips against Les’ lightly furred chest.

“Then what is it? You seem a bit tense,” Les remarked, passing his fingertips over Ray’s slender back. The smaller man shivered.

“It is nothing… just some… personal bullshit…” Ray tried to explain, but this was harder than he could have imagined. He inhaled deeply before continuing. “I know you like me when I’m dressed up… but I’m afraid you won’t… when I’m not. Like now.”

“Ray…” Les pronounced the name slowly. “What are you talking about? Do you think I’d be here with you now if I didn’t?”

“I’m sorry…” Ray murmured, suddenly regretting to have brought the whole thing up. “I suppose I’m just being silly, but I’ve longed for this to happen for so long, and some stupid inferiority issue keeps telling me I’m not worth it, so I… I just…”

“Shhh…” Les whispered and kissed the top of the blond head resting on his chest. “If you must know, you make one gorgeous woman, but you ain’t too bad as a guy, either. So I think I’ll take both, if I may.”

The words made Ray smile and he finally allowed himself to relax, now trusting that Les would not shove him away. “I think I can live with that,” he said.

“Have you ever been with Astrid like this? In drag, I mean?”

His wife’s name hit Ray like a bomb. Shit. Astrid. He had promised to call her as soon as he arrived here, and he had completely forgotten about it. Astrid must be worried sick. She was probably about to call the police and report him missing this very minute – if she hadn’t already.

“Oh, fuck.”

Ray quickly disentangled from the embrace to Les’ great surprise and practically sprinted out of the bedroom for his cell phone, which lay untouched in his jacket pocket. He switched on the device – a Nokia 3310 – and waited for the signal to appear.

Les stared in astonishment as Ray reappeared with the cell phone in his hand. Who was he about to call this late at night? And with such urgency?

Ray joined his lover in bed and felt Les’ arm wrap around him once more as he dialled the number to his home. Astrid replied after only two rings.

“Ray?!” her breathless voice sounded on the other side of the line.

“Yeah, baby, it’s me. Listen, I’m sorry I didn’t…--”

“Ray! Have you any idea how worried I’ve been?” Astrid’s falsetto voice cried through the phone. “How could you do this to me? I thought you were dead!”

“Now calm down, baby… I’m safe and sound, I promise you. Nowhere near being chopped up and put in a suitcase.”

The statement earned him a strange look from Les, and Ray couldn’t help but snicker. This in turn made Les pinch his thigh.

“It’s not funny!” Astrid argued. “I was worried, Ray. Really worried!”

“I know, Astrid. I’m sorry.” Ray instantly sounded meek again.

“Is your “date” there with you?”

“Yeah, he’s right beside me.”

“He’d better treat you good, Ray. You hear me?”

“He treats me like royalty. Nothing to worry about. Goodnight, baby. I gotta go now. I’m running out of battery.”

“Call me tomorrow, Ray,” Astrid urged. “Promise me!”

“I promise. Bye bye.”

“Bye,” Astrid said reluctantly, as if she was unwilling to end the conversation.

Ray turned his cell phone off and placed it on the beside table. Then he exhaled in relief. Les, on the other hand, was chuckling.

“That voice… My ears are still ringing and I wasn’t even near the cell. How do you put up with her screaming at you?” he asked.

“She has other… good qualities,” Ray admitted. “And she doesn’t scream at me that often anymore. Only when she gets upset.”

“Yeah, shit happens…You forgot to call her, didn’t you?”

Ray snorted. “Yeah… but who can blame me? I had you as a distraction!”

“You got that right!” They kissed again, and Les started pulling up the bedcovers. Having Ray in his arms felt different than what he was used to, as the singer’s body was far from soft and rounded, like his wife’s. Not that Camille and he slept with their limbs entangled all that often anymore. Some obligatory cuddling after sex on Saturday evening was pretty much it.

“Lights on or off?” Les asked his current bed partner.

“On, please. I don’t quite like the dark.”

“Alright. I’m here to protect you, though.” Leaving the night lamp on, Les adjusted the pillows and settled down to sleep. He briefly thought about Camille and his children and how he’d lied to them, but another part of his mind banned every feeling of guilt.

Ray let out a sigh of bliss at the feel of the other man’s warm body that was now his to touch. “What shall we do tomorrow?” he asked quietly.

“I don’t know…” Les replied. “We’ll see… Do you have, you know, clothes…?”

“Of course, silly. Don’t think I’d make the same mistake twice!”

“But who says you’ll need them? Maybe I’ll keep you in bed all day.”

“Mmmm, I wouldn’t mind if you did…” Ray admitted to himself that the thought of spending all day in bed with Les, doing nothing but making love, cuddling, and talking nonsense sounded more than just appealing. “I would like to do it on the floor before the fireplace,” he added. “That’s always been one of my secret fantasies.”

“I think that can be arranged… maybe.”

“I hope so, tiger,” The singer smiled contentedly. Closing his eyes, he listened to Les’ steady heartbeats for a while and felt his lax body drifting toward the edge of sleep. Lord knew they both needed their rest after an evening like this. “G’night, Les…” Ray murmured only moments before sleep overcame him. Les did not reply. He had already passed over the edge.


...to be continued...