New Game by Jordan Skythe

New Game

Alan tossed his game controller, then reclined on the bed and sighed. “I’m bored.”
He nodded in agreement. “So am I.” He wasn’t, but wanted to see where the declaration could lead.
“We need to do something new.”
He felt his breathing increase, wondering if this was the moment he could share one of his best-kept secrets. He had been thinking of other things to do with Alan, for a while …none of them conventional …nothing he could just blurt out. “I’ll do anything you want.”
Alan rolled on his side and propped his head on his hand. “Like what?”
“I don’t know.” His breathing continued to deepen. “I might have a crazy something.”
Alan broke the silence that followed. “Well? Are you going to share?”
He eyed his semi-irritated friend, then inhaled trying to calm. “Do you promise not to get mad?”
“That’s a stupid question.”
He walked to his dresser. “Maybe not.”
Alan grinned. “I’m open to anything.”
“Promise?”
Alan’s brows furrowed. “I promise.”
He opened a dresser drawer, slid his hand under the folded clothes, and removed two sheer white lace-top stockings.
“Woah. They’re nice. Whose are those?”
His gaze widened. Did he dare say they’re his? How long would it take Alan to figure it out on his own, and would there be consequences after the revelation?
“Did a girl leave them here?” Alan’s stare darted from the stockings to his eyes. “Are they yours?”
“Kind of?”
“Kind of?” He sat on the bed. “Have you ever tried them on?”
His fingers discreetly registered the sensually silky material as he stood against the dresser. “Yeah.”
“Nice!” He eyed them, then smiled as his eyes rose. “Would you try them on for me?”
“Really?” He hesitated, though the desire to wear them for his friend had been growing for quite some time.
“Oh come on. You can’t show me them and not put them on.”
“I don’t know.” He knew he wanted to, and Alan had become the object of his desire when he wore them. What he didn’t know was how his friend would react if the gesture led to the accompanying secrets.