wl_fanfiction | The Host's New Clothes (Reply)

Encouraged by the fact that no-one chased me with flaming torches and pitchforks after my first attempt i've decided i like it here ;)
Also seeing the reaction to my brief Greg/Drew hint i couldn't resist posting this other thing here. (i thought i was the only one who saw G/D at all but i'm very happy to be proved wrong.)

Title - The Host's New Clothes
Pairing - Greg/Drew
Rating - umm 13 or 15 i guess (is there a guide for these ratings?)
Summary - Greg brings Drew a present and they open it together.

The doorbell rings and I go to answer it, I’m expecting Greg but he usually just lets himself in. It is Greg at the door; he looks as smart as ever and there’s a mischievous glint in his eye that both surprises and intrigues me.

‘Hey Greg’

‘Drew’

‘Aren’t you coming in? What’s with the doorbell today?’

‘Oh I’ll come in if you want me to.’ He laughs and steps inside; he’s got shopping bags with him and a grin so devilish it makes my stomach quiver. ‘I’ve got a little surprise for you Drew.’

‘Oh yeah? Well it’s early and I’ve got a pot of coffee if you like.’ I turn and start to walk to the kitchen along the hall. Greg’s firm hands grab my shoulders from behind and spin me round easily. His strength surprises me as I easily outweigh him. Still reeling I wheel round to face him and as our eyes meet he plants a gentle kiss on my lips.

‘You not planning on saying Good Morning to me today?’

My mumbled answer is swallowed up as he kisses me again, his hands on my shoulders tense and grip me tight.

‘Come on then, I’ll show you your surprise. The coffee can wait.;

He lifts the bags and leads me down the hall to the bedroom, like a sheep I follow. I used to consider myself quite an assertive guy but with Greg that’s all gone. He says jump and I’ve already done it. God help me I just love making him smile.

He throws himself down on the chair in the bedroom and tosses the thick paper bags across the floor to me. He smiles laughingly and runs his hand through his hair. It’s soft and fluffy looking today, a change from the usual gel stiffness.

‘Don’t you want to open them?’

His bravado disappears and his nervous side makes a brief appearance; he’s all the more adorable for this. His brash confidence makes me mad with lust but his tender vulnerability is what makes me love him.

‘Gifts Greg? What’s the occasion?’

I sit on the bed facing him and lift the three bags.

‘Can’t a guy treat his friend?’

For all his swagger and pose he’s still not sure what to call me. Friend, boyfriend, lover – he usually blushes at the last one, like he can’t really believe it’s true.

‘Open the black one first’

I open the small black bag and peer inside.

‘What the…?’

‘Come on Drew, try them on. Please?’

In the bag are a pair of white silk boxers, just the kind Greg wears but in my size. His are black though, I look at him with a smile and wonder if he’s wearing them now. I open the other bags my hands trembling with excitement. White slacks, suit jacket, white shirt and a white silk bow tie.

‘What’s all this is aid of?’

‘I know you like my suits so…I…I had them make you one.’

‘Will it fit?’

‘Oh Drew, I know what size you are.’ He winks at me and a grin flashes across his face.

Slowly and deliberately I get out of my jeans and pale blue shirt and slip on the new clothes. All the while Greg watches with quiet interest. He’s seen me dress dozens of times but I’m still self conscious. He watches me with a half smile and a glint in his eyes like he’s never seen me naked before.

As I dress I examine his own clothes, his suit is nearly identical to mine, the only differences being size and colour. His black jacket hangs open bearing his black clad chest and stomach to me. Since I’ve known him he’s put on some weight but he’s still a trim looking guy. The way his shirt fits him puts me to shame; tight across his broad chest and a little looser toward the waist of his slacks. I can see the shape of his erection through the cloth of his well cut trousers.

He’s aroused and as I smile at him he laughs a little shyly as he realises what it is I’m smiling about. Winking at me and raising his eyebrows as I tie the bow tie he glances down at my trousers and laughs again. I realise I’m in the same state as he is. After pulling on the jacket I spread my arms,

‘Tada! What do you think then?’

The suit fits beautifully, I catch a glimpse of myself in the long mirror and notice how slimming it is.

‘Turn around then’ His words so breathy I can barely hear him.

I make a play out of turning like a model and showing him my butt. We both dissolve laughing and in a flash he’s out of the chair and standing in front of me.

‘God, you look good Drew.’

‘Thanks man, Greg this is too much.’

Stepping round me, admiring every inch of my white clad body he grunts a little.

‘No. No it’s just right.’

Thanks, it’s great really. The bow tie’s a nice touch.’

He tugs gently at the silk cloth and smirks,

‘I never could wear them, but you…’ he trails off as he looks me up and down and suddenly I’m in his arms and he’s smothering my lips with fiery kisses. He aims a kiss at my neck and as I return the favour our glasses clatter together. Laughing he takes his off, leaving him bleary eyed and looking a little helpless. I take his face in my hands and kiss him. Letting my fingers tease through his hair I can feel him squirming with pleasure. He pulls his body away a little and his kiss lingers on my bottom lip.

He kisses it once, twice, three times and then his tongue dives into my mouth and I pull his body closer to mine. He circles his hips against mine and twines his left leg around the back of my right leg. I can feel him hard against me and I shudder a little with ecstasy. Still kissing like it was going out of fashion his hands race up and down my back and arms as I reach down to hold his hips.

I run my thumbs over the very tops of his thighs and he laughs that sexy laugh of his that turns me to jelly. Half laugh, half moan. Grinning as wide as the Cheshire Cat he releases his hold on me and steps back for a second.

‘Let’s get those new clothes off then.’