Page 36 of Broken Halos

Archie sucked in a sharp breath and slowly released it. “Okay. Let’s go. We’re losing valuable time, and I know you’re not going to want to skimp on the talking time to get to the sexy time.” He headed for the passenger side of the car. “Tick tock, Ollie.”

I unlocked the car with my key fob and hustled to the driver side. I didn’t drive as erratically as Archie, but I was tempted to give it a shot. The drive to QCD was too short to strike up a meaningful conversation. I accepted the short kiss Archie gave me before getting out then followed him across town to Ryan’s Place. I would’ve waited for him in the car, but he beckoned me forth with a crook of his long, graceful finger.

“I want to see you in my space,” he said when I joined him on the porch. “I want to look at the chaise in the corner of the room and picture you sitting there.” I could tell by the intensity in his expression that allowing me into his inner sanctuary was a big deal.

No one was downstairs in the gathering rooms when we walked through the front door, but someone had left the lamp on the foyer table on for Archie. I was again impressed with the homey feel of the place. My pulse increased with every step that brought me closer to Archie’s secret lair. I had a hard time imagining what his room would look like because he guarded his privacy so closely. I knew there was so much more to him than the sassy side he showed in public.

“Here we are,” he dramatically said after he opened the door and turned on the light. “This is where I do most of my fantasizing about getting you naked.” I nearly swallowed my tongue.

“There?” I asked, pointing to his tidy bed covered with a luxurious-looking dark brown comforter and adorned with pillows in earth tones and jeweled colors.

“And there.” Archie pointed to the chaise chair he’d mentioned. The overstuffed chaise was covered with a dark teal velvet, making me wonder how it would feel beneath my bare skin. Then I pictured Archie riding my cock in wild abandon. “I know what you’re thinking. I promise you it will happen someday.” I swallowed hard and looked over at him. His eyes turned a darker shade of green when he was turned on.

“You better release the boys,” I said. “I don’t want to be the source of your misery, Arch. I only want to give you pleasure.”

“Sit!” he said, pointing to the chair. “I’m going to remove my makeup and take a quick shower before we go.” I did as he demanded and earned a “There’s my Golden Boy,” but he said it in a tone I expected him to use if I knelt at his feet and sucked him off at his command. “Stop thinking those dirty thoughts, Ollie.”

Archie quickly entered the bathroom of his master suite and shut the door behind him. I realized I’d have one hell of a view into his bathroom from the vantage point of the chaise. I swiftly rose from the chair and crossed the room. Archie answered after I knocked softly on the door. He hadn’t even had enough time to remove his wig. “Something wrong?”

“Yeah,” I said breathily. “I want to watch you.”

“You want to watch me take off my drag costume and makeup?”

I nodded. “Someday, I hope you’ll let me watch the reverse process too.”

Archie swallowed hard, and his only response was a quick, hard kiss. “Return to your seat,” he said in his dominating tone that made my dick twitch. “Enjoy the show, Ollie.”

I hustled back to the chaise and got comfortable. Archie waited for me to get into position then took off his wig. Under it, he wore something that looked like a stocking. It came off next, and I saw his dark hair appeared to be wet from sweat. I’d never given much thought to wigs before, but I imagined his body heat was trapped underneath and it could make things uncomfortable. Archie turned to face the mirror then smirked when our eyes met because the chaise was at the perfect angle for us to see each other in the reflection.

Archie tore his eyes off mine after a few seconds to focus on his task. He reached up and removed his false eyelashes and returned them to a small case sitting on the vanity. I never knew false eyelashes could be worn more than once. Next, Archie unscrewed the lid off a short, round jar and dipped two fingers inside it to scoop up a thick, white cream. He smeared a thick layer of it all over his face except for his eyes. Then, Archie pulled wipes out of a purple plastic container and began wiping off his eye makeup while he let the white cream work its magic.

Once his eyes were naked, Archie turned on the sink and allowed the water to warm up before dipping a dark washcloth beneath the faucet. I watched as he removed one section of makeup at a time, rinsing the cloth between each one. When he finished, I saw the gorgeous face of the man who captivated me from the moment we met. Watching him remove his makeup felt symbolic like he was baring more to me than just his clean skin.

Archie smiled wryly then reached behind him and slowly slid the zipper down the back of his dress. It was then I realized he must’ve taken off his long, satin gloves during the drive home. Archie held onto the bodice of the dress for a few heartbeats then let go, allowing the satin to slide over the perfect swells of his ass, down his long, lean legs, and pool around his high heels. Seeing him standing there in only a pair of ivory lace boy shorts, stockings, and heels was something I would never forget. I wanted to photograph him just like that. Would he let me?

I reached inside my front pocket and pulled out my cell phone. “May I?” Archie took a big shaky breath but nodded. “Stay just as you are.”

“I’m a mess,” Archie mumbled.

“You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” I heard the awe in my voice and saw how much it affected Archie. I snapped the photo then set my phone down once I made sure my trembling hand didn’t require a retake.

Archie stepped out of his shoes and raised a quirked brow in the mirror. “You can take a few photos, but no nudes.” He turned and propped his foot on the closed toilet lid and reached for the lacy band around his white stockings at the same time I picked up my phone. I snapped a few of him carefully sliding the silky stocking down his leg and a few more when he switched to the other one.

“This is where we put the phones down,” Archie said with a wry smile. “There’s nothing gracious or glamorous about this part.”

“Will it hurt?” I couldn’t imagine shoving my balls up inside me then taping my dick to my taint.

“It’s something you get used to, but it’s quite uncomfortable at first.” Archie turned his back to me once more and slid his underwear down his legs then spread his legs and reached between them. The vanity mirror wasn’t low enough for me to see beneath his belly button, so I couldn’t see what his hands were doing. Archie squatted a bit, and I could see his hands moving between his legs. I heard him removing the tape before he tossed it in the trash can. He reached between his legs, and I wondered if he was urging his balls to drop back into his sac. He closed his legs, blocking my view from seeing anything else. “Turned off yet?”

I jerked my eyes away from his ass to meet his gaze. I hated the hesitance I saw there. What had other men done to him to make him so gun-shy? I cupped my aching dick through my jeans, stroking up and down a few times. “Does this look like I’m turned off? The only thing hotter would be seeing your dick and balls through the lacy fabric.”

“Ollie,” Archie said breathily.

“Get in the shower,” I commanded. “Leave the door open so I can watch through the mirror.”

Archie turned and walked to the shower, allowing me to see his full, firm balls and semi-hard cock. “I won’t take long.”

“I won’t either,” I squeaked.