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It was all part of the plan. Anthony had said, multiple times, that he wanted to wear a dress for the show that night, so he went out and bought a dress.
Tim expected that.
What Tim did not expect was the erection straining in his jeans at the sight of said dress.
It was a combination of everything, really. It wasn’t just the dress. Tim happened to walk into the room at the very moment that Anthony, already dress-clad, was leaning over his bag, rifling through the overflowing duffle, near bare ass on display. And the sight of Anthony’s ass, thong tight between his cheeks, was…well, that was enough on its own. Tim was not surprised at the tingling he felt in his crotch as his cock began to swell. But when Anthony stood back up and the thin material of the dress slipped back down over his ass…
The bassist found himself shuffling as he stood there, Anthony’s back still to him, in attempt to hide his growing bulge. The last thing he wanted was for the vocalist to turn around and see the tent in Tim’s jeans and think he was some sort of pervert. Because he wasn’t. This wasn’t like Tim at all.
He’d seen the pictures. He knew this was nothing new, that Anthony was no stranger to this sort of attire. He hadn’t been prepared to see in person.
He hadn’t been prepared to want to grab Anthony by the waist and bend him over the counter as he buried his cock deep in the vocalist’s ass, listening to Anthony beg Tim to fuck him harder, faster, “please, daddy.”
Tim had to shake himself out of the fantasy almost violently as Anthony spun around, a wide smile on his face.
“Timothy!” the vocalist exclaimed. “How does it look?”
He gulped as Anthony began to shake his hips, allowing the light material of the dress to flow around him, not lifting up high enough for Tim to see the thong he knew sat underneath but just enough to tease him. The vocalist wore an exuberant expression, one unlike Tim had seen in a while—it was clear that he was in his element, and that was somehow even sexier than the dress itself. It took almost everything in Tim to keep himself from staring as Anthony looked up at him, smile almost blinding as he waited for the bassist’s brain to kick in and fucking respond already.
“It looks great, man,” Tim said, a smile crawling to his face as he spoke, which only seemed to make Anthony smile even wider. Fuck, he was so beautiful.
“You really think so?”
The bassist nodded. “They’ll have no idea what hit ’em when you come out like that.”
It shouldn’t have been possible for Anthony to smile even wider but somehow the vocalist managed it, and it took all of Tim to keep from fisting a hand in his hair and closing the gap between them, especially when the man replied, “Aww, Timmy. You flatter me.”
And was that a hint of a flush he noticed on the vocalist’s face? Tim barely had time to think it over as Anthony began to pull on his shoes, opting for his comfortable Vans over something that suited the dress and commenting that with his luck, he’d pull a Geoff and be forced to finish out the tour in a leg cast that would prevent him from thrashing the way he liked.
That would be a shame, Tim thought.
Just as soon as Anthony had finished dressing, Tucker popped in the doorway. “You guys ready or does the princess need another few minutes?”
Anthony stuck out his tongue – and fuck, Tim couldn’t help but want to suck that tongue into his own mouth, or better yet, place his cock on that tongue and tell the other man to suck – but followed Tucker out the door. Tim took another minute to reposition his erection, realizing that there was no way he would be able to will it away before they hit the stage, before closing the door behind him and following his bandmates. At least he’d be distracted when their set began, focus on his playing rather than the way Anthony’s dress flew up, showing off his thong as he moved about the stage…
Until the vocalist, evil as he was, leaned up to Tim just before the bassist was about to step out of the wings, and, with hot breath against his ear, whispered, “Maybe if you’re good, baby boy, I’ll let you tear this from me with your teeth later.”
And, well.
There was no fucking way Tim was going to think about anything else throughout the show now.