Chapter 8

CHAPTER EIGHT

They were wandering along the high street toward Queens Crescent. On any other night, people would have stopped and stared at a six-foot-four Barbie towering over Ken. Yet, on Halloween no one batted an eyelid.

"I can't wait to get this wig off," Hugh said. "It's so bloody heavy."

"You look great."

Hugh did a little jig. "I should hope so. It took enough effort. It's a nice break not to be in six-inch heels, that's for sure."

They headed onto Queens Crescent.

"You didn't mind leaving early, did you?" Josh asked. "The others are still going strong."

"Of course not," Hugh replied, clapping his hand on Josh's shoulder. "You made a big step tonight, my friend. How about a nightcap at mine?"

Apprehension swept through Josh's system. He knew what that meant. To be fair, he'd been admiring Hugh's body all night. Plus, most people probably thought that they were together anyway.

He glanced at Hugh, whose hopeful face was lit up by a streetlamp. The moment had arrived. Winston had gone. Josh had to focus on the future or he would end up losing a really good thing.

"I'd love one," he said, his voice wavering a little.

"You can talk to me while I de-Barbie. Believe me, it will take some time."

Whilst he'd loved having Hugh's company all evening, he had missed staring at his handsome face. It would be so sexy to see him emerge from the beautiful image he had created for the night.

They went up the stairs. Josh couldn't take his eyes off Hugh's lycra-clad butt. It had been his focal point for most of the night.

He tried to clear his mind. Josh might have had no doubts about making the leap with Hugh. Even so, that didn't stop his nerves from jangling around his system.

They got into Hugh's room.

"There's a bottle of brandy over there," Hugh said, sitting at the dressing table.

Josh dutifully went over to a chest of drawers that had brandy and glasses on.

"You're prepared," Josh remarked.

With great effort, Hugh yanked the wig off. His head was covered in a bald cap and masking tape, making the ripping sound quite unnerving.

"Oh God, that feels good," Hugh said.

He placed the wig carefully on a stand. Josh poured two generous slugs of the dark alcohol and put one down next to Hugh. His hand shaking.

"Are you okay?" Hugh asked.

Josh nodded and perched on the end of the bed.

Come on, get a hold of yourself. You've been here before.

"I'm a bit nervous," Josh admitted.

He took a swig of the brandy. It burnt his throat on the way down. The warmth it gave on hitting his stomach was very welcome.

"It's only me," Hugh replied. "There's no need to worry."

After turning to the mirror, he helped himself to a wipe and started to attack his face.

"All that work, gone," Josh said, taking another gulp of his drink.

Hugh shrugged. "There'll be more tomorrow and the day after and probably the day after that."

The room fell silent as Hugh focused on removing every trace of makeup.

"Did you have a good time?" Josh asked.

"Too bloody right I did," Hugh replied. "Mrs Wimpole and the Professor are amazing."

Hugh had spent most of the evening talking to them. Mrs Wimpole had seemed charmed by him. Josh worried that when she found out the real reason, she would be furious.

"Be kind to them," Josh said. "They're decent people."

Hugh stopped and spun around. "Of course I will. Honestly, Josh, I promise you it will all be done from love. You have to admit, they are a special pair."

That was true. Ever since he'd first set foot on the crescent, Mrs Wimpole and the Professor had welcomed him. In those days it had been a totally white area. He had been the first person of colour to grace the cobbles. There had been a few raised eyebrows.

"They certainly are."

Hugh was emerging now. Josh watched carefully. Hugh pulled off his false eyelashes.

"Doesn't that hurt?"

"Nah," Hugh replied. "It's all for the greater good. Have you done anything about that letter?"

Josh lay on the bed and groaned. "Let's not ruin a wonderful evening by talking about that. I will say, Madeline is getting me the best lawyer in town so Winston may not find it all so easy as he thinks."

"Good for Madeline," Hugh replied.

He winced when he said the name.

"Was she very upset that I didn't speak to her?" Hugh asked.

"More pissed that Mrs Wimpole beat her to it," Josh replied.

Hugh chuckled. "I'll do her next. I promise."

Josh looked up. "You seem happy."

"I am," Hugh replied, staring at Josh through the mirror. "I think this is going to really work. I reckon we'll do a female version of the Prof too. What do you think?"

It was a really good idea. Josh groaned. "In for a penny and all that."

He had to admit, they were a formidable double act. He had no clue what a drag version of the Professor would be like.

They chatted about this and that until finally Hugh had emerged. After having a shower, he came out of the bathroom in just a robe.

Josh had almost dozed off. He snapped to attention when faced with this vision. Hugh was naturally slim but not super toned. Josh supposed that wasn't what they wanted in the drag world.

His hairless light skin seemed good enough to eat. Still with water droplets all over him, Josh longed to take a bite.

"You look incredible," he said.

"I think you've already used that line tonight," Hugh replied. A glint in his eye.

"And I meant it then too. In a totally different way. But still incredible."

Hugh was towelling his hair. "Maybe you should let me see you. Fair's fair."

"Ah, I can't see everything."

With a flick of his hip, Hugh's towel dropped to the floor. Josh gasped. He had the biggest dick Josh had ever seen.

"Fucking hell."

Using his free hand, Hugh stroked his cock. "You like?"

Josh nodded.

He got off the bed and walked toward Hugh, who jumped back. "Oh no you don't."

"Fine."

Josh took off the neon vest he'd been sporting all evening. He'd always been proud of his body. When Winston had been ill, Josh had got into the habit of going swimming most days. Something he'd let go, stupidly.

Still, his body was decent. His dark skin a total contrast to Hugh's, Josh was way more muscular. A smattering of black hair on his chest made a line down to his waistband.

A sight that Hugh seemed to be enjoying. His cock twitched.

Josh removed his socks. Silently praying that he wouldn't fall flat on his arse. He'd never performed a strip for anyone before and he wasn't totally sure how comfortable it made him. Yet seeing that magnificent appendage twitching each time he removed an item of clothing was more than enough to spur him on.

His nerves were still flying around his system like crazed gnats. They threatened to overwhelm him. As he stood up, he swallowed them down.

His own cock was rock-solid inside the board shorts. Hugh bit his lip as he noticed.

Josh pulled the shorts down. Underneath he'd put on a white jockstrap.

"Oh fucking Jesus," Hugh said, crossing the room. "You play to win, my friend."

He placed his hand in the small of Josh's back and drew him close. Josh gasped as their naked bodies touched for the first time.

Hugh stared into his eyes.

"Is this okay?" he asked.

Josh answered him with a kiss. The hunger coming from Hugh was intoxicating. If the kiss had lit a fire inside Josh, the sexual tension in the room was the gasoline that blew the last of his inhibitions away.

He thrust his tongue into Hugh's welcoming mouth. Hugh's hand dropped to Josh's butt cheek, and Josh groaned as Hugh squeezed.

Josh reached down and took hold of Hugh's solid cock. The kiss intensified. Hugh had his other hand on the back of Josh's head. It felt possessive and Josh loved it.

They walked toward the bed and fell onto it, still kissing. The weight of Hugh's body on Josh's made him push into it. He ran his hands over Hugh's taut butt. His skin was flawless. The exact right place between soft and hard. And so smooth. Josh could run his fingertips over it all night and be quite happy.

It appeared Hugh had different ideas. He rolled off Josh and hopped up onto his knees. Josh reached out and stroked Hugh's cock. It would be many hours before he stopped being fascinated by it.

Hugh reached forward and tugged at Josh's underwear. Josh had always been quite confident of what he had. Maybe not so much right at that moment.

"Beautiful," Hugh murmured.

Josh got his jockstrap fully off and kicked it across the room. Now they were naked together. Hugh ran his fingers over Josh's thighs and up his flank. The tingles flooded his system.

As they stared into each other's eyes, Josh knew he must trust Hugh. He had no idea why but he could tell that this was going somewhere.

Hugh leant down and licked the tip of Josh's cock.

"Oh fuck," he whispered.

"Lie back and enjoy it," Hugh instructed.

Josh obeyed. He closed his eyes and gave himself up to the sensations. He gripped Hugh's thigh as the warmth from Hugh's mouth flooded over his cock.

Hugh teased him for a second more before sliding his lips down Josh's shaft.

"God yeah," Josh cried out.

Hugh went all the way down. Sensations Josh had forgotten ricocheted around his system. Hugh pulled up, running his mouth to the tip of Josh's cock. He let it fall out of his mouth and scooted round so he knelt between Josh's legs.

"I want to see you," he said.

Josh grabbed a pillow from higher up the bed and stuffed it behind his head.

"Oh really?" Hugh said, with a giggle. "Make yourself comfortable."

Josh thought for a second he'd read the situation wrong. He went to get up.

"Don't you dare," Hugh said. "This is all for you."

Josh lay down again as Hugh took his cock in his mouth once more. This time he meant business. He sucked hard on Josh. Every muscle seemed to respond. Almost involuntarily, Josh bucked his hips. He and Hugh fell into a rhythm immediately.

Gripping the duvet, Josh arched his back. He intended to ride every wave of pleasure that Hugh unlocked.

Sweat beaded on Josh's forehead.

"Fuck, you're good. Don't stop."

This only served to make Hugh go faster. Josh sat up so he could reach Hugh's body. He needed more contact.

"I'm going to come, Hugh."

Faster he went.

Josh grunted. Here it came. The orgasm burst through him, tensing every muscle and causing him to cry out. He squeezed his eyes shut while the release hit him. He came hard in Hugh's warm mouth.

His body tremored as Hugh sucked the last of it from him. He moved away and stared up at Josh.

"Like nectar."

Josh reached out for him. "Come here, you."

Hugh crawled up Josh's body and lay on top of him. They kissed for ages as the afterglow spread across Josh like a favourite blanket.

Eventually, Hugh rolled off him.

Josh suddenly realised how rude he'd been. Hugh's cock appeared to have retired.

"What about you?" he asked.

"What about me?" Hugh replied. "We have all night, you know."

Josh scooted over and snuggled into Hugh's side. Now this was what he'd missed all these years. Even in marriage, Winston had remained a cum and go machine. He'd be in the shower before Josh had caught his breath. He blamed it on Catholic guilt.

They lay next to each other, listening to the world outside. Some partygoers were singing in the street. Josh thanked his lucky stars they'd left early. Nowhere could be any more perfect than where he was at that moment.

"Please let me help with your outfits," Josh said. "I want to show how much your coming into my life means to me."

Hugh ran his finger over Josh's head.

"I don't?—"

"I know. I know. You don't want to be seen to be taking advantage of me. It's a bit late for that."

Hugh tapped him playfully. "I must have missed the part where you tried to resist."

"I'd never resist. You're fucking amazing."

"So are you, Josh Winterton. Go on then. I'll let you play a part. We'll see what. Is that good enough for you?"

Josh looked up and kissed Hugh's chest. "That's perfect."

"You know what I did hear?" Hugh said.

"What?"

"Something about me needing to take my turn?"

Josh grinned. "Oh you definitely heard that."