Lush in Lace

-Leyland-

I'm so thankful to have a week off to give me a break.Scott hadn't been around since I touched my asshole the night of the wedding.I was both grateful and depressed not to see him, and during that time I kept thinking about what had happened on the terrace.In the days following the wedding, I kept convincing myself that the whiskey must have been messing with my head that night.There's no way Scott Lush would let me touch his ass.However, that didn't stop me from dreaming about that night over and over again.I miss him—I miss the firmness of his body against me, the smell of him, the softness of my palms on his flesh.Damn, I miss even fighting with him.

I also couldn't help thinking: If I touched Scott again, how would he react?Sadly, I may never have the chance to find out.The wedding is over, Scott is leaving to live in another state, and I may have to wait years before I see him again, let alone touch him.The thought made me fidget.Fortunately, fate is on my side, and I can see Scott again in a few minutes.I don't know what's waiting for me, I just know I have to act normal.There was no need to let him know that I was obsessed with my wedding night.

"Where's the box?" I asked straight to the point when I found Scott standing in front of the post office empty-handed.

"Inside," he said, pointing to a large box on the counter, avoiding me. "I don't know what you're here for, Squeaky. I told you on the phone, I'm packed."

We all got calls from BJ in the morning, saying that their luggage was lost on the way, and that without clothes and necessities, the brothers' honeymoon might be ruined.Scout was tasked with packing a box of essentials, while BJ asked me to pack something more private for the couple - since even their "bedding" was missing.

I went to their house while I was running errands at Scott and packed everything BJ requested into a small box.

"I've got something to pack in," I replied, following Scott through the door and placing the box next to his. "Hope you're not full."

He ignored me. "If it's not a necessity, forget it," he said, knocking on the box, "don't increase the weight of the package, the postage to Europe will only be more expensive."

"Trust me, they're going to need these things badly, Rush."

"What exactly did you bring?"

"Something BJ wants." I didn't answer directly.

"BJ has given me a list of everything he needs."

"Not all of them."

Scott stubbornly refused to leave his box.

"Are you sure you want to do this? Do we need to argue in the post office?" I was angry. "Can't you stop yelling around here and put my box in yours?"

"Unless you show me what's in there first, squeak. Haven't you seen those 'Frontier[1]' shows on TV that warn: When someone tries to put something in your package You'd better be careful when it comes to stuff."

"Are you serious? You think I'm going to stuff a dildo with cocaine and smuggle it to BJ and Jamie in your baby box?" I asked sarcastically, maybe a little too loudly, the line Cast a few horrified eyes.

"Just show me what the hell is in this box." Scott said in a low voice.I just realized that today I am not the only one who is impetuous.

"I'm convinced." I complained, ripping off the plastic tape that had sealed the box.

Once the box was opened, I stepped back so Scott could get a better view of its contents.He scans the contents: cock ring, condom, dildo, vibrator, pull beads, lube, even a pair of handcuffs.I could tell at a glance that Scott was terrified, but he didn't say a word, at least not until he noticed something in particular.

"Where did you find this?" he asked tremblingly.

"what?"

"This." He pointed nervously at the fluorescent green butt plug.

"It's in the house."

"I know it's in the house, where is it in the house?" He asked worriedly.

I shrugged, not understanding what was the point of asking. "On the bathroom sink, probably."

"Fuck!" he cursed, reaching for the thing and pulling it out.

"What are you doing?" I complained in a low voice, snatched the things back before no one noticed, and quickly threw them back into the box.

"It's not BJ's."

"It's Jamie's as well," I said, trying to close the box again.But Scout stopped me by tugging at my sleeve with a big, thick hand.

"Not Jamie's either."

I waited for him to explain, never understanding why he was so obsessed with the plug.There are so many more interesting things in the box.

"It's... mine," he finally murmured, not daring to meet my eyes.

I frowned suspiciously. "It's a butt plug." I found it more interesting than ever to bring out this obvious incident.

"You're very observant, Inspector Sherlock," Scott retorted sarcastically.

"But you? I mean—why?" I asked him, still clueless.

I suddenly understood why this butt plug looked so familiar.Because I gave it before the wedding, one of the unfinished bachelorette party presents.Of course, the package has been opened at this moment, which means...

"Finally you found a chick for you to practice ass, huh, Lush?"

"It doesn't count."

"It doesn't count?"

"Do we really have to argue here?" Scott was a little annoyed, repeating what I said before. "Can you give it back to me? It doesn't belong to BJ and Jamie."

Scott looked nervously at the numbers displayed on the wall: Customer No. 82 was handling business. "It's almost here, give me the box, and I'll take care of it." He said, shaking the No. 84 ticket stub in his hand.

"Okay, but I need an explanation—"

"Hey, Mr. Madden." An immature male voice interrupted me.

I looked around and saw Kevin Nilux standing not far away.

"Hey Kay. How's it going, buddy?" I asked, laughing and bumping fists with him, forgetting for a moment that there was an anxious hunk next to me.

The middle-school teen was wearing a T-shirt with the logo of a popular game, a bright red windbreaker, and ripped jeans (though they looked new).He has short messy hair that is fashionable at the moment.

Kevin Nilux may have a genius mind, but it's impossible to tell from the outside.It took him a year to transform himself into the calm, confident little man in front of me.I'm proud of the part I played in his transformation.

"I won an online pre-release of Morbid and Deadly [2], and I have to sign up quickly," he says excitedly. "Rodney and I must play until we are blind. It is said that this game is super cool."

I nodded understandingly, thanks to working in the game industry, I can understand most of the buzzwords spoken by young people.Plus I've heard of Morbid and Deadly, and it's exactly what Kevin said it was - very "dick".

I looked around and saw Rodney Greaves, a little friend who didn't quite match Kevin's style of painting.The hulking brute looks bored as he leans against a potted plant outside the post office.When he met my gaze, he nodded slightly.

"Not bad." I said, and in a blink of an eye I refocused on Kevin. "Is it going well with Rodney?" I asked him, noticing that Scott, who was still by my side, was growing restless.

"It's so-so." Kevin shrugged and replied, looking at Scott hesitantly.

"Number 84! Number 84!" a chubby woman behind the counter glass shouted into the microphone.

"Damn!" Scott scolded. "Box, squeak?" He held out his hand and asked for the box.

As cautiously as I could, I turned around, quickly removed the butt plug, stuffed it into my coat pocket, and pushed the box over to Scott.

"Here, I've checked," I said, hoping he'd picked up the voiceover I'd given him and stopped opening the box in front of the clerk.

He snatched it and threw it rudely on his own box, while complaining that the gay men had no brains and no concept of privacy, while walking towards the front of the line.

"Is that your boyfriend?" Kevin asked me, watching Scott stomp off with interest.

"No."

He raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

I don't change face.

"It's a shame, he's so fucking hot."

I knew Kevin was testing me, so I deliberately didn't take what he had to say. "Are you sure you're okay with Rodney? He's not putting too much pressure on you, is he?" I asked, bringing the conversation back to him.

"No, once you get to know him, you know he's not that bad." Kevin murmured.

I noticed a blush on the little boy's cheeks.

"But I don't think he is gay, which is a pity," he added, "different from your man."

"Scott is not my man, and he's definitely not gay."

Kevin raised his eyebrows again.

My denial may sound unfounded. "Don't you have a game to take?" I reminded him.

"Want to get rid of me, Mr. Mai?"

"Exactly." I replied half-jokingly.I don't want to wait for Scott to come back and ask me to get his butt plug back with the kid still there.

"You really suck, huh?" he sneered.

"Kevin." I warned him.

"I'll go, I'll go." He said with a smile, while raising his hand, "It seems that I don't have to ask you if you will come to play games tonight, obviously you are busy," he said cheaply Xixi smiled, looked straight at Scott, and then looked at my pocket.I followed his gaze and saw that more than half of the bright green butt plug was exposed, and Kevin clearly saw what it was.

"Ah, fuck!" I cursed, stuffing it back into my pocket.

"Have fun with your 'straight' buddies." He gestured to the quotation marks when he said the word straight.

Oh my God.

Kevin walked and used his fists and tongue to mimic blowjob movements.

"Little bastard," I mutter softly, knowing I must be as red as Kevin's coat.

"What did you say?" Scott asked.

I didn't notice him coming back, but luckily he came back late and didn't see Kevin's gesture as he left.

"It's nothing." I complained, and quickly walked towards the exit, deliberately avoiding Kevin.

"You mustn't tell me that guy is one of your boyfriends." Scout snarled behind me.

"God, Rush. Trust me a little bit, I'm not dating a kid who hasn't even passed puberty, bastard." I said back, a little annoyed that Scott thought I'd go on a date like that small child.

"Hey, Mr. Mac. Is this your friend?" the big guy asked suspiciously as we walked up to Rodney Greaves' dangling flowerpot.

"Of course not," Scott replied. "

Scott and Rodney looked very seductive standing together, both of them were tall, burly, and handsome, and now they were looking at each other warily, creating an invisible pressure.Thick male hormones are overflowing between them, it can be cut into pieces with a knife.It's hard to say which of them would win if they did fight, although I'd bet on Scott for sure.Rodney may be younger and quicker, but Scott is cunning and fierce.I don't want to see them messing with each other, but it's kind of fun.Rodney glared at Scott as if defending my virginity.I think he probably overheard our earlier quarrel.

"We're not friends," Scott repeated.

Rodney stood up straight from the flower pot. He was two inches taller than Scott, and Scott was surprisingly unfazed by his behavior.He folded his hands in front of his chest, looking very relaxed, but I clearly felt the tense aura around him.

Hold!He's so confident and so fucking sexy.I felt my little brother start to look up.

"He's sort of my brother-in-law or something," I said, trying to ease the tension between the two of us.

Rodney nodded, but still didn't back down, which I kind of appreciated.I hope he can also defend his little teacher, Kevin, who helps him with math and science.

"How are your grades?" I asked, hoping a change of subject would change the mood.

He shrugged. "It feels okay."

"You and Kevin don't get along well?"

If I was going to succeed with this "Students Networking" outreach project, I had to make sure that the members of the steering group hit it off.The program I devised was to pair popular but low-achieving middle-school students with high-achieving, introverted students who lacked social skills.

So far, the four pairs of students from the two schools are going very well.I've been particularly pleasantly surprised by how Rodney and Kevin have progressed, because these two kids remind me of Scott and me in some ways.But now, I can't help but wonder if I'm overlooking the sexual tension that exists between these two boys.

"No, Xiaokai is fine." Rodney shrugged again and replied.

"I can help you find another partner if necessary," I said sincerely.

"No!" He tensed up. "Kevin is okay, uh...I mean, no, not just okay, it's fine. I...we're fine, very good, very good." The teenager in front of him muttered nervously, barely daring to look directly at him. my eyes.

For the first time, I felt that Kevin might have misjudged Rodney. This big guy might really have feelings for him, at least judging from his reaction.

I don't think this is the time to get to the bottom of it, especially since Scott is still with me and his butt plug is literally burning a hole in my pocket.

"Well, I'm glad to hear that." I smiled at him. "Then we'll see you next week, shall we?"

"Of course, fine," Rodney whispered, and turned to look for Kevin, eager to get away from me.

"What the hell is going on, Squeak?" Scott was finally able to ask.

"It's okay, let's go."

"Who are those two boys? Is your support club little fan?"

"Want to join, Lush? You can be the president of the support club." I suggested sarcastically, and walked towards the exit of the commercial plaza.

Scott stayed behind, his eyes wandering between the two boys in front of the post office.They lowered their heads, staring at the newly acquired game.

"They're gay, aren't they?" he guessed, following me.

"Is there a problem?" I asked in a sharp tone.

"What the hell happened to you today, Zhizhi?"

I let out a long sigh of relief and realized that I was indeed a little unreasonable.The whole morning has been different than expected, but it's not Scott's fault.From the moment I knew I was going to see Scott again, I was on the verge of breaking out.Also, carrying a whole box of sex toys made it even more difficult.

"Rodney is not good at math, and Kevin is a math genius." I began to explain. "Kevin is gay too. It's not a good position to be a bright gay kid, I know how hard it is at that age. So I want to help them, no big deal.

"Help them? How?"

“I started a community project where I paired kids who were usually gay and academics with sports students and put them together for a year. If they became friends, the kids who were academics wouldn’t have the same stuffy stuff at school. In a locker or something."

"How many times have you been shoved in, Squeak?" Scott asked sharply.

"Not many times." I replied vaguely.

"I remember you seemed to be doing pretty well at school," he said.

"That's right, I have a more relaxed life than others, but that's because I'm a fighter among high school masters." I admitted reluctantly. "Being at the top of the food chain, I avoided the main firepower of bullying. But I didn't completely avoid it, and I also got help."

He looks surprised. "Really? Who helped you?"

I stop. "You," I said out loud, looking him in the eyes, and he was even more shocked.

"I?"

I nod. "The first time Hal Bullingham got in trouble with me, you gave him a hard time, enough to scare him and most football players off."

"I, I don't remember." He answered honestly.

"I never forgot." I said softly, my throat suddenly became dry and my stomach was clenched.I always remember the day when Scott defended me. If I faced my heart, I might have fallen in love with him on that day.

There was an awkward silence between us, and I wondered what he was thinking.We didn't go any further, and Scott still stood there in a daze, examining me as if he was seeing me for the first time.I put my hands in my pockets to keep my fingers from wriggling uncomfortably under his curious gaze.Immediately I touched what was in my pocket, and I was reminded of the harsh truth that fantasizing about Scott was a waste of energy.

"Here, you should want to take this back to serve your girlfriend." I said, reaching out and handing the things to him.

"I haven't had a girlfriend for more than six months." He said, reaching for the butt plug, but his eyes were fixed on me. "Actually, I haven't had a date for a long time, not at all," he admitted solemnly.I tried my best not to understand the strange expression on his face at this moment.

He put the plug in his pocket and waited for my answer.

Now it was my turn to be speechless.If Scott hasn't had a date for a long time... I'll fuck it!At this moment, I suddenly wish I hadn't been so eager to return the butt plug to Scott.But if I keep it, I'll go crazy.I'm already swooning over this man, not to mention the panties and socks he gave me back, which I keep.I never thought of giving them away, but I would never have told Scott that.I can't go a day without taking them out and petting them, remembering how perfect he looked in them, vividly.

"I think I should go." Scott paused for a moment.

"Of course." I replied, not knowing what else to say.

He nodded, looking a little frustrated. "See you later, Zhizhi."

"See you later, Lush," I said, feeling as though I'd missed something important, but had no clue.

[1] A police reality show about the daily work of borders and entry stations in various countries.

[2] Morbid Mortality, a game created by the author.