I sat up on the couch and ran a hand through my hair, trying to fix it. It was probably a mess, but that was the price one paid when Vince lays on top of you.
Charlie appeared first, and he looked grumpy. “That man is going to be the death of me,” he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face. “You would think I was torturing him back there.”
“You were!” Paul shouted from down the hallway.
“Get your ass out here before I come back there,” Charlie warned in his daddy voice. “You won’t like what happens if I do.”
Paul sighed. “Fine, just… no one laugh.”
“We won’t,” Sandy promised.
I hoped that would be true.
We heard Paul shuffling down the hallway, and it sounded like he was wearing snow pants from the way he swished. I saw his shadow first, and it looked… different.
And then Paul Auster, leather god, appeared.
He wore leather pants that looked almost painted on. His thighs were thick and strong, the muscles flexing underneath the leather. Charlie had given him an old jacket with silver studs on the arms and front. It was open, and he wore no shirt underneath. His stomach was pale as it sloped over the top of his pants. He wore a leather cap with a silver chain wrapped around it.
Yes, he looked like a Village People cosplayer.
Yes, it was mostly ridiculous.
But holy fuck, it looked good.
His gaze was down toward the floor, and he was wringing his hands. I could see him trying to suck in his gut but failing.
“Baby,” Vince breathed, and Paul looked up at him, startled. “You look amazing.”
Paul blushed, gnawing on his bottom lip. “You think so? I don’t look… it’s not bad?”
Vince shook his head, slowly walking toward Paul. He looked Paul up and down, and I really wished I didn’t have the intimate knowledge about his I’m going to fuck you so hard expression, but it was there.
Vince walked around Paul, and it was almost like he was prowling. Paul yelped when Vince smacked him on the ass. “Look at you,” Vince said, sounding awed. “Goddamn.”
“It’s nothing special,” Paul muttered. “Charlie said I could wear a shirt or something if I wanted to, but he thought this looked better.”
Vince stopped in front of Paul. He reached out and pushed the hat back a little before cupping Paul’s face in his hands. He leaned forward and kissed him sweetly. “It does. You need to ask Charlie if we can borrow this for after. I’m thinking some things that probably shouldn’t be said out loud. I don’t want to ruin Corey’s innocence.”
“Too late,” I moaned.
“Jesus, Paul,” Sandy said. “I’m impressed. I didn’t know you had it in you. Do you feel like spanking something? Because I volunteer as tribute.”
Paul rolled his eyes. “I’m wearing a herd of cows. I don’t feel like spanking anything.”
“I bet I can change your mind about that,” Vince growled.
“Ack!” I cried. “Abort! Abort! I just found I have some innocence left, and it must be protected at all costs!”
“I may have made a mistake,” Charlie said, looking a little green as Vince reached down and grabbed Paul’s ass, pulling him flush against him.
“Charlie, where’s your hose?” Sandy asked frantically. “We need to spray them. It’s the only thing that works.”
Paul shoved Vince off him before reaching down to adjust himself. “Huh,” he said. “Having partial erections in leather pants is weird.”
There went the rest of my innocence.
VINCE WENT next and reappeared only moments later wearing what almost looked like his usual biker shorts, though smaller and made of leather. He had an H harness with heavy D-rings across his chest and strutted around like he owned the place. Sandy managed to hold Paul back before we had a situation, especially after Vince reached up and tweaked his own nipple piercing.