Page 19 of Perfect Blend

“I was thinking about this wig.” He pointed at one that was long, straight, and caramel colored.

“Your setup is a lot more professional than I was expecting.”

“It’s gotten better each year, though it’s still very much an amateur night. I can’t dance, and my makeup is a train wreck, but it’s for charity.”

I was astounded by how much more confident he sounded than in high school. A total self-confidence glow up. “You’re going to look hot,” I blurted.

His eyes widened, then he gave me a shy smile. Those damn dimples. “Thanks. Hopefully, I don’t have another heel mishap.”

“Then let’s keep the jig out of our routine.”

“Deal.”

I blinked and realized we’d gravitated toward each other—only standing a couple of feet apart. I cleared my throat and turned toward the bed. “All right. Let’s pick a dress that’ll go with yours.”

Wrinkles formed on his forehead as he concentrated on the dress options. It was adorable. “Try these.” He handed me a dark-blue dress with a shimmery fabric and a snug fit, as well as a short off-white dress with a flapper vibe.

I went for the blue one first because I thought it would go well with his dress. I peeled off my T-shirt and shrugged off my pants without giving it a second thought. I glanced at Dave while pulling the dress from the hanger and found him staring—hard—at my body.

His Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed and the hunger in his eyes brought my dick to attention. I was there to prep for a drag show, not get hard in my boxer briefs, but if Dave kept looking at me like that, I wouldn’t be able to hide anything.

“The color looks good on you,” he said in a rough voice once I slipped on the dress.

I stepped back from the dresser to see more of myself in the mirror that sat on top of it. The dress hugged my body tight enough that I would have no choice but to tuck. I looked down at my bulge then up at Dave. “What do I do with this?”

He looked down at where I’d pointed, licked his lips, then dragged his eyes back to mine. “I’ve got tape for that.”

If I asked him to tape me, would that count as foreplay?

I didn’t even try on the other dress because the blue one worked perfectly. I changed back into my clothes and shamelessly flexed as I put on my shirt.

“Have you walked in heels before?” Dave handed me a pair.

My feet were a size smaller than his, but it wasn’t worth hunting down new shoes when I would only be wearing them on stage for about five minutes.

“Nope, but I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

He laughed. “Haven’t you seen anyDrag Racemakeover episodes?”

I grimaced. “Good point. I should aim for better than newborn giraffe on these, huh?”

Dave chuckled as he gave me a warm smile. “Let’s aim for toddler giraffe.”

He pulled out his phone and tapped on the screen. Moments later, it blared “The Boy Is Mine,” then he rummaged through his closet.

I was immediately transported back to when I’d tried to convince Dave to add the lip-sync to our drama assignment. I’d danced around the empty classroom as the song had played, lip-syncing dramatically to make him laugh. It’d worked.

My mental trip down memory lane dissipated like smoke when Dave strode to the bedroom doorway in his heels, posed, then hooked his leg around the frame while dipping backward. He winked at me as his face hung upside down. I couldn’t get enough of Dave being so comfortable in his skin.

I barely managed to mouth Monica’s words because I was laughing so hard as we strutted around his living room—after I’d kicked off the heels so I didn’t break something—pointing at each other and making aggressive talk-to-the-hand gestures. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d had so much carefree fun.

By the time the song played for the fifth time, we’d nailed the lip-syncing. Dave’s face was flushed, and his eyes gleamed as he nailed each of Brandy’s lyrics perfectly. He’d never looked sexier, and I couldn’t take my eyes off him. He swayed his hips with attitude and moved around his tiny living room like it was a stage in front of thousands of fans.I want to kiss him.

“You okay?” he asked over the music.

I realized I’d stopped lip-syncing to watch him. “Admiring how comfortable you’ve gotten with this. You’re incredible.” I should’ve been embarrassed by the sincerity in my voice but fuck it. I was too old for that shit.

“A bit different from high school, huh? The things I’ll do to fundraise for charities that help queer kids.”

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