Page 11 of Bite Me
He blinked rapidly back at me, then lightly smacked his forehead. “Oh my god. I think I’m still sex-addled. Though—” he looked me up and down, “I bet you would absolutely kill in mycostume.” He stared at me longer, and I wondered if he really was sex-addled. “Fuck, okay, listen. I’ve got an idea?—”
“No.” I cut him off with a shake of my head. “No more scene ideas right now. We’ve got to get ready for the party. We’re already gonna be suspiciously late if anyone’s paying attention.” Nate and Eric wouldn’t notice, but Mark probably would. Maybe Ansel, too. The dude gave me the vibe of having volumes of knowledge he didn’t share with anyone else.
Jesse grinned. “Fine. It’ll wait until later. Now go put your costume on. I’ll put mine on, and we’ll look at the same time.”
“Deal.” I headed to my room across the hall and undressed. I’d also considered going in the gear I’d worn for the scene we’d just finished, but everything was covered in lube and cum, totally useless now.
I grabbed my costume from the closet and pulled it on, preemptively sheepish about it. It wasn’t like there was a lot to the male wardrobe inThrice Boundanyway. It was basically a burlap tunic and leggings. Fuck, I really did suck at Halloween. The only lightbulb moment I’d had was when I’d remembered the flat-soled knee-high boots. I had a dark brown pair in the back of my closet I’d gotten when I was a pledge at Sigma and the seniors had informed me I’d be attending all functions for a solid week dressed as the Jolly Green Giant.
I checked my appearance in the mirror and blew out a breath, once again tempted to revert to my football gear. Still, Jesse and I had an agreement, so when I was done, I peeked out of my doorway and hollered, “Ready?”
“One more sec!” Jesse called back. I heard him rustling around some more. “I still have to get the makeup and wig just right, but yeah, ready now. You?”
“Yep.” Ready and dreading disappointing him.
“3-2-1,” Jesse counted down, and we both stepped into the hallway at the same time.
My jaw dropped. If it hadn’t been hinged to the rest of my face and lassoed by skin, it would’ve hit the ground.
Unlike my half-assed accoutrements, Jesse had leaned fully into theRocky Horrorstyle. He stood framed in his doorway in patent leather heels that had no business looking that damn good on anybody, much less someone who’d been begging to get wrecked thirty minutes ago. How the fuck was I so lucky?
And then there were the fishnets, mesh top, and garters. The full glam package. He wore a black wig in wild curls, and his lips were cherry red. Razor-sharp wings of liner slashed up from the corners of his eyes. He even had pearls.
I didn’t know what I’d been expecting, but it wasn’t for every synapse in my body to short-circuit all at once. I stood there staring and speechless. “Uh,” I finally said, and Jesse’s brows knit.
“Shit. Too much? Should I tone it down some? I know the Sigmas are pretty progressive, but maybe?—”
“No!” I threw up a hand to cut him off or forestall him or something. I wasn’t even sure. I just knew I really, really didn’t want him to change a thing. “You’re...” I started again and failed, eyes glued to his legs. “Insane. That’s fucking incredible. You look incredible.” Finally, a legitimate sentence. “It’s perfect, is what I mean. Don’t change anything.” Once again, I noticed how shitty my costume was in comparison.
I looked down at myself, then back up at Jesse, then back down again. It was like looking at the before and after of one of those makeover shows where they purposely made the “before” victim wear the equivalent of a garbage bag as a dress and everything in it as a hat. I was the garbage hat. “I think I’m just gonna go as a football player,“ I decided.
“Nooooo. No fucking way.” Jesse’s jaw set in determination. “You need to go as Landon. Landon is way better than a footballer. Plus, your legs were made for those tights and boots.Sheesh.” He fanned himself, and the obvious ploy to flatter me made me smile.
“Compared to you, I look like I’m about to go sell organic granola at a farmer’s market run by cultists.”
Jesse laughed. “Who doesn’t love a fiber-forward king?” He sobered and looked me over critically. “You’re really close here. I think I’ve got what you need to pull it all together.” He crooked a finger at me. “C’mon.”
I dutifully followed him back into his room, ogling his ass and the fishnets stretched over his thighs, still amazed I was sharing space and swapping spit with someone who could both apply eyeliner like a pro and take a cumshot through a ski mask like it was just another Tuesday. Fuck, I was starting to worry I was obsessed.
Another ten minutes later, I stared at myself in Jesse’s full-length mirror hanging on the back of his door. I had to admit, it wasn’t bad. Jesse had added a pendant that resembled the ones Damien and Landon wore, artfully mussed my hair, lined my eyes and then smudged them, and had also given me a pair of finger gloves. I still needed a sword, but I figured I could raid the storage room at the frat and find something that would work.
“This is way better.” I brushed my fingers over the pendant. “Way less embarrassing.”
“Told you.” He folded his arms over his chest, mouth hooked in a smug smile. “I would totally blow you in that, which means it’s bound to be a success. My blowability barometer is never wrong.”
My brain slipped a gear and zoomed backwards to the last hour with him, heat flushing through me the longer I stared at his reflection in the mirror. “That’s probably the most flattering thing anyone’s ever said to me.”
His eyes gleamed. “We could test it? Like, I could demonstrate the barometer or something.”
I turned to face him, not particularly interested in the party anymore anyway. “I could be down. I feel like I need to do a closer inspection of your costume, too. Make sure everything is secure.” By which I meant going over every inch of him with my hands and mouth.
His eyes fluttered shut as I skimmed a hand up his thigh and over the satiny bulge at his crotch. “You just have to promise not to rip anything.”
“Promise,” I whispered, running my nose along his jawline.
“But just know if you do, I have a couple of backup fishnets.”
I wasn’t remotely surprised.