Title: Besides, J. Edgar Hoover liked to wear women’s clothes
Warnings: Women’s lingerie on men, probably OOC men, idk the usual
Rating: NC17, PWP oh my god so little plot
Yes, this is the cross dressing fic. No, I don’t have any regrets. Also, honorary thanks to nomorerippedfuel because she posts a lot of great stuff and without some of her posts I probably would have never finished this.
Brad doesn’t take his eyes off Nate when he sets his house key down on the dresser. He hadn’t expected this when he’d left for his morning run. Though, it was his birthday. He should have expected something.
The candles on the bedside tables were not unexpected. They smell like the ocean and Brad smiles. The new sheets that had been changed in the hour he’d been gone were not unexpected either. Brad licks his lips as he looks Nate over where he lays back on the bed, legs clad in pink thigh highs with black stripes and pink bows. Both are held up by a garter belt at his hips. He’s got his lower lip between his teeth and one hand working his cock through the black satin panties that seem to have come with the ensemble.
Brad lifts his shirt over his head before he speaks. “The bows are a little much, Nathaniel.”
“Presents have bows, Bradley,” he smiles and Brad can really see the pink flush that has come over his face and chest. His toes curl in the nylon fabric as Brad presses a knee to the edge of the bed between his legs and picks one foot up, running his thumb over the arch and making Nate sigh above him. “Besides, J. Edgar Hoover liked to wear women’s clothes.”
Brad looks him over, smirking, observing his AO, taking it all in. Doing recon.
“This looks complicated,” Brad says finally before he runs a hand up Nate’s leg and thigh, coming to stop at the straps of the garter belt, which he snaps playfully, the strap making a small pop against the meat of Nate’s pale thigh.
Nate moans a little before Brad does the other side too, and then leans over him and kisses him on the mouth slowly.
“An ambush on three sides is easy for you but a couple of garter belt straps are deemed complicated?” Nate asks, shaking his head, before he fits a hand behind Brad’s neck, pulling him closer for another kiss, hot and needy and turning filthier and filthier by the second. Nate pushes his tongue into Brad’s mouth and Brad sighs, perfectly content to let Nate fuck his mouth this way until he’s satisfied.
When Brad pulls away he’s breathless and hard in his sweat pants. Nate’s free hand finds the string that is holding his sweats up and undoes it, pushing the fabric down his hips impatiently. Brad breathes out a laugh and stands quickly pulling the pants and his underwear off completely, tossing them aside before he fits himself back in the space between Nate’s legs. He stops Nate’s hand from undoing his garter belt and smirks at him.
“Don’t I get to enjoy my present?” He asks and Nate cocks an eyebrow at him before Brad is kissing his neck and moving lower. He peppers kisses down Nate’s chest, catches a nipple in his teeth and teases it, making Nate writhe. Brad smiles before he moves lower, kisses Nate’s body and feels the tickle of light blonde hairs at his navel before he leans down and breathes hot against Nate’s groin. Nate’s hips buck up instantly, the straps of his garter belt going momentarily taunt against his thighs before he settles back against the mattress.
Nate’s hand finds Brad’s short hair, running his fingertips along his scalp and trying to drag him down. Brad chuckles briefly before he finally lowers his mouth to Nate’s cock, covered by the black panties. He’s completely hard and when Brad wraps his mouth around Nate. He can smell the fabric softener that Nate uses and salty precome where it has soaked through the satin.
The fabric is rough against his tongue as he pulls the head of Nate’s cock into his mouth, sucking and humming on him through the satin. Nate groans low from the back of his throat and hisses, his fingers trying to find purchase on Brad’s too short hair.
“Brad,” Nate demands before he throws his head back and hisses through his teeth again, sighing as his fingers massage Brad’s scalp.
“Mm,” Brad says and smiles as he releases him and moves lower, kissing the exposed skin of Nate’s thigh just above where the nylon stops. “I’m imagining you pulling these on. Imagining your clipping the suspenders to these stockings,” Brad runs his hands up the nylon, feeling it catch on his calloused fingers. He stops and plucks on one of the bows with a smirk before snapping one of the garter belt straps again, making Nate jump slightly. “Did you shave your legs too? Get all nice and smooth for me?” Brad smirks and Nate flushes an even – if it’s possible – deeper red.
Brad smiles before he pulls on the suspenders, keeps eye contact and keeps talking as he tries to work the suspenders off the stockings. “Maybe next time you can put on some lipstick? I want to smear it all over your lips and cheeks,” Brad pauses and furrows his brown, eyes moving down to the garter belt. Nate laughs breathlessly above him. “How do you work this shit? I want those panties off.”
Nate swats his hands away and carefully undoes the hourglass clasps letting the garter belt fall away. Before he can pull anything off Brad pushes his hands away and hooks his fingers in the black satin of the panties Nate’s wearing, dragging them down over his legs and tossing them away. Nate’s cock is hard against his stomach and leaking precome. Brad meets Nate’s eyes and kisses him again, presses his body closer to Nate’s.
“Do the straps up again. I want to fuck you in this,” Brad says, voice fucked out and desperate as he pulls away and watches Nate fumble with the clasps again. When he finishes Brad licks his lips and smiles before he leans over and takes Nate into his mouth.
Nate jumps slightly at the sensation before the wet warmth of Brad’s mouth is all around him. Brad’s fingers rub along the lines of the nylon covering Nate’s thighs as he works his mouth up and down the length of Nate’s cock. Nate whimpers when Brad pulls off with an obscene sound. Brad looks up at Nate, observes the way his eyes are half lidded and his pupils blown wide with lust. He looks thoroughly debauched and Brad bites his lip to contain a smirk as he thinks, I did that to Nate Fick.
“I like you like this. You’re pretty,” Brad finally says and gives Nate one of his smiles, the weird goofy ones that he barely ever gives anyone else as he replaces his mouth with his hand, jerks Nate off slowly as he leans forward and kisses him. Brad licks his way into Nate’s mouth again, lets Nate taste himself on Brad’s tongue.
Nate laughs a little, small and breathless. “Pretty? Fuck you,” Nate says as he pulls away from the kiss and runs a nylon clad foot up the back of Brad’s thigh, letting it catch on the hairs there when he moves his foot up against the grain of them.
“Pretty, sir,” Brad smiles a little again and Nate kicks him before he stretches to the bedside table and retrieves the lube from the drawer. Brad sits back on his heels before he pops the top open on the lube. “Over,” Brad says, nudging Nate who huffs before he flips over onto his knees. Brad examines the way the suspenders of Nate’s garter belt go taunt over the swell of his ass and pull on the thin fabric of the stockings. He runs a finger under the strip of elastic and feels Nate shudder under him.
Though, Brad doesn’t waste much more time before he’s coating his fingers in lube and sliding them home into Nate. He starts with one, works his way up to three. Under him Nate moans and rocks back against Brad’s fingers, tries to fuck himself on them as Brad watches the way the straps of the garter belt move when he arches and twists.
“Brad,” he pleads, which both makes Brad’s cock give an interested twitch and makes him smile before he’s withdrawing his fingers and finding the discarded bottle of lube.
“Yes, sir,” Brad says before he sits back and pours another generous portion of lube over his cock. Brad gives himself a few preliminary strokes before he moves closer to Nate, angles his dick and slides into him slowly. It isn’t until Brad’s hips are flush with Nate’s ass that he reaches around him and glides his hands over the nylon of the stockings and the bows attached to them. Brad moves slowly at first, gently in and out while his hands run over Nate’s thighs.
“Fuck,” Nate groans as Brad slips a finger into the top of Nate’s stockings, tugs on them playfully and mouths at his shoulder blades as he leans over him. Brad moves a hand around to Nate’s stomach, splays it low on his abdomen and pushes at him until he moves up, his back pressed against Brad’s chest as Brad fucks in and out of him slowly. Eventually the glide becomes easier, Brad moving in and out of Nate rapidly with their bodies pressed tight together on their knees and on their bed.
Brad presses his lips to Nate’s neck, moves his hand down through damp pubic hair until he finds Nate’s cock. Nate reaches back and runs a hand through Brad’s hair, raking short nails over his scalp as he lets his head fall back onto Brad’s shoulder, moaning. Brad’s hand moves over his cock quickly. He runs his thumb over the head, sensitive and turned plummy red, making Nate buck forward hard and moan deep from the back of his throat.
“Fuck,” Brad breathes and pulls back, out of Nate, and maneuvers him onto his back. “I want to see you come all over that garter belt.” When Brad hauls Nate up at an angle he slides in easily again, bottoming out against Nate again and holding his hips tight in his fingers. “Come on, come for me all over that lingerie. Get yourself off.”
Brad’s voice is barely audible, whispered orders in the bedroom are always Nate’s biggest turn on. Probably, he figures, because he is so used to being the one who gave orders. He likes Brad like this. Not the Iceman but Brad, domineering and physical. Nate takes a hold of his own cock, strokes himself only a few times before his orgasm completely blindsides him.
“Oh, Brad. Oh,” Nate gasps and he stiffens, muscles going taunt as he comes hot and wet all over his garter belt and his own hand and stomach. Brad smiles at him, eyes dark with lust as he talks him through it: “Yeah, yeah, that’s it. Look so pretty like this, Nate. Fuck.”
Brad resumes fucking him before he’s even finished coming, bumping against that little bundle of nerves inside him and making all his nerves light up. Brad isn’t far behind though, Nate can tell. His thrust become more sporadic, more desperate. Nate moves his legs, wraps them around Brad’s hips and arches his back off the mattress for him.
“Fuck, Nate,” Brad says and groans before his hips still and he’s pulling out of Nate quickly. “I wanna come on these,” he says quickly before he’s doing it, coming hot and fast all over Nate’s right thigh, white come contrasting brilliantly against Nate’s pink and black stockings.
When he’s finished Brad consciously moves and lays down next to Nate, trying not to collapse on top of him. He throws an arm over his eyes and tries to regulate his breathing next to Nate, who is still wearing stockings and a now very stained garter belt.
Brad reaches over absently and runs a hand over the inside of Nate’s thigh, letting the scratch of the nylon linger on his fingers.
“I want you to wear this always,” Brad says after minutes of quiet. Nate chuckles.
“It’s not always your birthday,” Nate says matter-of-factly.
“Fuck my birthday,” Brad says and Nate laughs outright.
“You sound like Person,” Nate says and maybe, yeah, he might be looking for punishment a little.
Brad licks his lips and removes his arm from over his eyes and eyes Nate for a very long time. “Don’t associate me with plebes. Especially, not after I’ve made you come. It’s tacky, Nathaniel.”
“It’s my liberal schooling,” Nate murmurs and Brad hums in agreement before he’s curling into Brad’s side and kissing him on the mouth. They’re both vaguely aware of drying semen but Brad can’t find the energy to care.
“We’re going to order pizza and I’ll get bottled water from the fridge. I have no intentions of letting you out of bed today,” Brad says against Nate’s mouth and he smiles.
Nate chuckles against Brad’s lips and kisses him again. “Of course. After all, what are boyfriends and birthdays for?”