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Content: A little misunderstanding regarding Lucas's feelings about his boyfie in a skirt: Part 1
Content Warnings: N/A
Context: I ran out of steam near the end and lost the motivation to finish. I'll make a part 2 at some point.
Lucas had been distant for the past few days. Ever since Jude asked him how he'd look in a skirt, it's been as if there was a sort of bubble around him that he was determined to stay out of. Jude knew skirts were usually a “girl thing” but he was curious. Especially since Lucas seemed to really enjoy seeing them. He'd never admit it but Jude could tell. Whenever Lucas saw a woman in a skirt, it was like how an animal's ears perked up when something caught their attention. The only difference would be that it was Jude wearing the piece of fabric instead of a woman. A difference Jude didn't think Lucas would care too much about but apparently he was wrong. Lucas responded with a “You'd look nice.” and hadn't looked at him longer than a second since.
“Lucas, would you rather be with a woman?” Jude suddenly asked while accompanying his partner on one of his smokes on the back porch. “... What?” Lucas asked, glancing at Jude before quickly shifting his gaze to look just over the atra's shoulder. “Would you rather be with a woman?” Jude repeated himself. “N-no?” Lucas answered, confused. “Do you wish I was a woman?” Jude asked. “No?” Lucas answered, now looking directly at Jude for what felt like the first time in months. Jude felt heat rise up into his face as the roles were reversed and it was him who couldn't bring himself to look at Lucas. “Have you… lost interest in me?” He asked, suddenly uncomfortable under the gaze he had missed so badly. “Of course not. Where's this coming from?” Lucas's cold shoulder melted almost instantly with a warmth that caught Jude off guard. “Do you dislike the idea of me wearing a skirt?” Jude asked. Face hot with embarrassment. “No, I just-” Lucas took a step back. “I think you'd look nice in a skirt.” He murmured, turning his face away. “Then why haven't you been able to look at me since I asked about it?” Jude's shyness gave way to frustration. Lucas bit at the butt of his cigarette before letting out a sigh. “Jude, is it ok if I show you something?” He asked. Turning just enough to catch Jude out of the corner of his eye, holding the cigarette in a way that covered the lower half of his face with his hand. Jude didn't say anything verbally but he would've made it clear if his answer had been a no. Lucas took a drag before letting out the smoke in a breath of anxious irritation. “You have to close your eyes first. I'm gonna have you feel something.” He pussyfooted. Jude shot him a look before doing as Lucas said. He felt the man gently grab his wrist and lightly guide it. He heard some shifting before Lucas's voice. “You ready?” The man asked. Jude nodded, heart pounding in anticipation. He trusted Lucas but couldn't dull his senses down. Like a cat with its fur sticking upright. He didn't know what he expected but almost jumped when the almost of his hand made contact with something solid. An outline of something protruding from what felt like denim. “You feel that?” Lucas's breath was raspy as he guided the atra's hand up its length. Jude nodded. Is this his- “You can open your eyes now.” Lucas breathed. Jude's suspicion was confirmed as he opened his eyes to see the palm of his hand cupping Lucas's crotch. “I didn't wanna make you feel like- you had to wear something you didn't wanna wear just to please me.” Lucas struggled to keep his composure as he spoke. “But I think you'd look really, really nice in a skirt.” He shuddered. The light brush of Jude's hand making his cock twitch visibly in his pants as every fiber of his being begged for more.
Jude swallowed the drool that had started to collect in his mouth as he held Lucas's member. He had never wanted anything down his throat more. Lucas let go of Jude's wrist once he felt the atra pull away. “S-sorry.” He apologized, assuming it was out of discomfort. “I shouldn't've done that without telling you first. ‘M sorry. I wasn't thinking. You just make me so-” Lucas started to ramble as Jude pushed him back enough to stand. “Lucas.” He interrupted. “Sit down.” He said.