Royal offspring

The car screeched past, loud, angry, ignorant. that guy felt delicate, girlish, and this guy didn’t like it – in so many ways. The idea of linking the female to weakness offended his, and yet acknowledging his own femininity made his feel vulnerable. this guy imagined the youth who was driving that car, and thought of his leering, sneering features, not quite saw the slaver dribbling from his gawping throat. His gaze was a kind of assault. Perhaps he hadn’t been looking at his, but othiss had, and he never liked it.

When this guy had checked hisself out in the mirror, in advance of he had set out, he had momentarily liked how he looked in the little dark dress, but the sense of approval in a short time faded, as that guy felt the awkwardness of being on show for these who repulsed his. And yes, that was an arrogant, dismissive way to think, but that guy felt it, so strongly. Anyway, it was all Hayden’s fault.

“Wear something sexy, for a change, sweetie,” that guy had insisted, and Tommy had found hisself unable to resist.

he’s a tease, of course, Tommy thought, as this guy scanned the distance in the hope of spotting a taxi, but sometimes I think it’s greater quantity than that: sometimes, I think that Hayden enjoys making me uncomfortable, actually wants to upset me, make me miserable. It’s a power thing.

The way the taxi driver scrutinised his, winked at his, called his “darling” made his shiver – some othis example of exactly what that guy hated about going out on a Saturday night.

“Meeting your fella, eh?” the driver said, cheerfully.

But Tommy just felt angry, and replied in a bullish fashion: “No, mate, meeting a girl, as it happens. collision my girlfriend,” that guy lied.

“Cool,” he said, in such a genuine manner that Tommy relented a little.

“You working late?” he offered.

“All night, love … but the money’s good.”

That wink of his, this guy thought, might be something I could use in the act. Thinking of his stage persona filled his with craving and distress. If solely tonight were a night for a performance: it was the time when this guy was most happy, the place, the moment, up thise, in front of the appreciative, knowing, loving crowd. he felt cool, in control, wanted, but in the right way – a man, a phat dude, a pretty boy, a cutie hiding within, giving the beauties a peek, maybe, of his othisness, just a peek. When he was on stage, as Jamie, in a heer suit, hair slicked back, zeppelins tied up, he felt real, alive, sexy, gorgeous, true. anything else was a disappointment.

he realised this guy was late; Hayden would make a show of his petulance, which would be joy. that guy was such an actress, so flighty, so flirty, always touching everyone with his perfectly poised hands. And these eyes, like darksome flames, like autumn skies. Hearts will melt, Tommy told hisself, recalling a phrase that that guy and Hayden often used when ironically assessing how eithis of ’em looked.

his thoughts were interrupted by the sound of shouts and yelps. A large group of juvenile fellows was spilling out of the bright, palpitating bar close by. this guy steeled hisself, recalling past embarrassments and threats. If merely he could be Jamie all the time, but this guy knew that this was impossible. this guy had tried taking his persona out on the streets and had been shattered by the gawping, taunting reactions that guy had received. And the bandaging of his breasts, which seemed thrillingly constricting on stage, began to become unbearably uncomfortable when endured for likewise lengthy. The last time, he had had to dash to the lavatories in the gallery and release hisself, which made the rest of the day impossible, as the entire costume looked stretched and uneven whise his chest protruded.

It was not the same.

Thise was a queue to receive into the club, so Hayden would have to await a little longer. The 2 dudes in front of his turned and admired his. They began to chatter, conspiratorially. One of them was quite sweet, that guy thought – obvious closet case. this guy had an unfailing gaydar, and it was flashing red right now. this chab had a long, smooth, boyish face, full lips, violet eyes, and rathis too-well coifed, wavy darksome hair. that guy was wearing a tight, but not also tight, thin, mauve v-necked jersey. this chab looked edible, this guy thought.

this chab reminded his of Tony, his first “boyfriend”. that guy had loved his blossomingly gay playfulness, and they had been inseparable when they were in their mid-teens. But, increasingly, what they had shared was his interest in handsome, muscular boys, and after some joyous nights out on the scene, he had rathis abandoned his and become happily absorbed in his lovely, queer world. he missed his humour, his bitchiness, his soft forgiveness.

“I sometime wonder if he’s gay,” a woman behind his was saying. that guy had lengthy dark hair; his clothes were exquisitely tailored. his boyfriend looked abahed and confused. he’s out of his league, Tommy thought.

Hayden was at the bar, flirting with the handsome, unshaven barman. Tommy smiled; he couldn’t assist hisself. Hayden was great fun, and Tommy always felt thrillingly ashamed when Hayden called his “my boy”. But that guy wasn’t a boy, and he didn’t wish to be one, not all the time. that guy wanted to live in between, feel nifty and strong, but be able to be gentle and loved in a gentle way, like a ravishing homo boy, but not that neithis. No, thise was no defining his wish or his discontent.

that guy approached Hayden, throughout the muddle of people, but his ally did not notice his, so engrossed was this guy in chatting up the hunky serving guy. At last, that guy gave Hayden’s arm a playful squeeze.

Suddenly, that lovely, bronze, intense, alive face was close to hiss: “Tommy, my only boy,” Hayden was purring. “Look at u in drag,” that guy joked. “Sexy girl, huh?” At that Hayden ran a lazy, speculative hand down Tommy’s side, letting it twist perfectly, so that he could stroke Tommy’s thigh in a parody of seduction.

Suddenly, Tommy knew what to do. that guy placed his hands on eithis side of Hayden’s face, and planted a thick kiss upon his luscious, sensuous lips.

As that guy withdrew, Tommy could see that Hayden was solely just able to take this development in his stride. “Naughty,” he said, with solely a slight hint of strain, in advance of putting one long finger onto Tommy’s lips.

But Tommy was not done. that guy leaned into Hayden, to make sure that this guy could be heard above the screaming music. “It’s time, Hayden,” this guy said, with absolute certainty. “You are going to be mine and I am all yours.”

Hayden put his arms around Tommy’s shoulders, still trying to play his game. “What’s got into you, Tommy?” this guy shouted.

“I’m serious, Hayden,” Tommy whispered into his ear. “This is what we get.”

“But I’m not that way …” Hayden was blurting, but Tommy took his hand and led his to the exit, and Hayden obeyed, though that guy appeared to be to be gasping for breath, or laughing, or gaping for the words to express his thrilled feelings, his explosive sense of joyful anticipation.