"You're enjoying this, you little monster," Curt growled when Brian pressed his leather-clad body up against him for the sixth time.

"Damn straight I am."

Curt pricked up his ears at the Irish-inflected voice that came out as smooth as Irish whiskey. "Brian?"

Brian wound his arms around Curt's neck and leaned his entire weight on him. "You mean *Tommy*," he corrected, his voice going down as sweet as Irish cream.


Eeeeeeeegads..... *THUD* Must stay... conscious. More... to read....

He wore a plain white cotton T-shirt, certainly the least glamorous thing he had ever owned, over tight black leather pants which clung to his thighs and hugged his crotch, just the way Curt said they would. Although his other clothes had been equally revealing, albeit in their own way, Brian still felt remarkably exposed.

Eep! It's a damn good thing I'm already on the floor... 'cuz I can picture this SOOO easily... yummmm....

Brian almost fell out of his chair. Jack didn't *recognize* him? Curt dropped his arm from around Brian's waist and leaned forward, bracing both elbows on the table in front of him. "This is Tommy."

They fooled JACK! Bwahahahaha! Go boys, go! *big ass grin* I'd say the 'Tommy experiment' was a roaring success. LOL

There was nothing like being at a loss for words when a six-foot tall drag queen was hovering angrily over you.

A good alternative to words in this case: cower. I would. LOL

Loving it! I want more! ;-)

- Mali
'Just fear me. Love me. Do as I say, and I will be your slave...'
- David Bowie