No way could Reg keep himself from smiling at that display. “You jealous, superstar?” he asked as he reached out and clasped Jeremy’s shoulder.
“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jeremy scoffed. “Why would I be jealous?” He rolled his eyes and sneered. “That’s insane.”
“Oh-ho, this is your best tantrum yet.” Reg yanked him forward and then wrapped his arm around him and forced him to stay close. “Quit wiggling and let me hug you.”
“I don’t think I’m the one who wanted a hug. Maybe you should go ask your new friend.”
“But I don’t want to hug my new friend.” Reg hunched down and kissed the side of Jeremy’s neck. “I save that for my boyfriend.” He paused and then, in a quieter voice, said, “My pretend boyfriend.”
Jeremy grunted but stopped trying to move away, instead circling his arms around Reg’s waist. “How’s the costume?”
“Uh, let’s see.” Keeping one arm around Jeremy, Reg held the costume at arm’s length. “The mask and cape will work fine, but there’s not a chance the shirt and pants’ll fit.”
“Damn. Should we look somewhere else? I was kind of excited about the matching costumes,” Jeremy confessed. Then he cleared his throat and said, “I mean, I was excited because you were excited and, uh, yeah.”
“This’ll be fine. I have black boots, and I saw three racks of leather pants up front. I’ll pick up a pair of those, and I’ll be ready to go.”
Jeremy stepped back and fingered the foam costume shirt. “What about this shirt with pretend muscles?”
“I think I can cover the muscles on my own.” Reg flexed. “Besides, if you’re wearing a bathing—I mean leotard, I can skip the shirt altogether.”
Jeremy’s eyes widened, his nostrils flared, and he gasped. “You’re going to wear leather pants and no shirt?”
“Yup.” Reg turned around and strutted toward the cash register. Tight leather pants. Low rise so his hips would show. The top of his pubes too. He’d been patient for months. It was time to speed things along.
“I DON’T think this is going to work,” Jeremy yelled from the hotel bathroom, where he was trying on his costume.
“Come out here and let me see.”
“I look ridiculous.”
“Let me see, JJ.”
The bathroom door swung open, and Jeremy stepped into the doorway, his cheeks red. “See? I look silly.”
“Your boobs are a little crooked, but other than that, you look great.” Really great. The leotard fit him like a glove, highlighting the V shape of his chest and waist. And with his legs exposed all the way to the tops of his thighs, they looked even longer. “Seriously, JJ. You’re hot.”
“My legs are hairy, I can’t get my breasts to stay in place, and doesn’t it look weird to have a bulge, uh,”—he glanced down at his groin—“here?”
“I’ll tighten your bra and tape the stuffing into it.” Reg stepped toward him, cupped the fake breasts in both hands, and adjusted them. “You can tuck your dick, but I think you should leave it showing. Makes the whole thing hotter.” Reg was looking at Jeremy’s package as he spoke, so he could see the effect his words had on Jeremy’s swelling member. “And as far as the hair….” He dropped to a squat, putting himself at eye level with Jeremy’s dick and ignoring his gasp and moan. “How about I shave you down?”
“Sh… sh… shave me?”
“Uh-huh.” Reg skimmed his hands over Jeremy’s thighs, making sure he scraped his thumbs along his pelvis. “I used to shave my head.” He glanced up. “So I’m good with a razor.”
“I don’t, uh—”
“You go hop in the shower,” Reg said as he stood. “And I’ll get the shaving gel and razor ready.”
“Okay,” Jeremy said breathlessly.
With a hand on Jeremy’s back, Reg steered him into the bathroom. He turned on the water and adjusted the temperature while Jeremy started peeling his costume off.
“I, uh, don’t have anything on under this, so I’d better get—”
“You’re good naked,” Reg said, trying to keep his tone casual. “That way I won’t miss anything.” Like Jeremy’s furry balls or his slender, pink shaft. “Hop on in, the water’s perfect.”
Reg busied himself with getting the shaving supplies ready, waiting until Jeremy was under the water before turning around. “Hey, you mind if I come in there with you?” he asked. “That way we won’t get water all over the bathroom floor.”
“Uh.”
“It’s big enough for two, right?” Reg asked, even though he already knew the answer.
“Yeah.”
“Cool.” Reg quickly stripped out of his clothes, slid the curtain, and stepped into the tub, a bottle of shaving gel in one hand and a razor in the other. “Ready?” he asked Jeremy, trying to keep his voice even and his expression casual so he wouldn’t terrify Jeremy more. Jeremy’s green eyes were wide, and Reg knew he was tiptoeing on a dangerous line.
“I guess so.”
Reg dropped into a squat, held on to Jeremy’s ankle and said, “I’ll do your left leg first.” He carefully shaved both legs up to the top of Jeremy’s thighs. Jeremy wasn’t particularly hairy, at least not compared to Reg, but he changed out the blade on the razor halfway through anyway, just to make sure it stayed sharp.