Things get out of hand

Though Robin continued to enjoy the softness of his new nightwear, the repeated use of the hair-removing cream had started to irritate his skin, leaving it red and itchy. He found himself scratching at his legs, arms, and chin more often, **** for some relief.

One afternoon at the office, Nashma noticed Robin's discomfort as he absentmindedly scratched at his face during a meeting. After the meeting, she approached him with a concerned look.

"Hey, Robin, are you okay? You seem a bit... itchy," she asked gently.

"Yeah, just some skin irritation. It's nothing," he replied, trying to brush it off.

Nashma wasn't convinced. "Here, I have some lotion that might help. It's the last of my bottle, but it should soothe your skin. And you should try these products," she said, scribbling down a list and handing it to him along with the lotion.

Robin took the bottle, feeling a mix of gratitude and embarrassment. "Thanks, Nashma. I really appreciate it."

After work, he went to the store and bought the recommended products. Once home, he poured out the contents of the bag on his bed and was surprised to see a box. Robin examined the item and saw the box was a full makeup kit.

"I don't remember grabbing this. It looks expensive," he said looking it over.

He checked his receipt but the item wasn't on it, he assumed that it was placed in his bag by mistake. He shrugged and put the box down before moving to the lotions, ready for relief. Once he began, he noted how his hair had grown quite long, annoyingly getting in his face as he tried to use the creams. Frustrated, he looked up suggestions online and found a video on braiding hair.

"Why not?" he thought and followed the tutorial. After a few failed attempts, he finally managed a decent braid. He smiled at his reflection, feeling an odd sense of accomplishment. "Not bad," he thought, admiring his handiwork in the mirror. With that out of the way, he went to work on cleaning up his face and the change was immediate, his skin feeling much better.

It was once he was finished and began cleaning up that a makeup tutorial popped up in the recommended videos. He hovered over the pause button, hesitating as his eyes landed on the makeup kit.

"Why not? Just for fun," he rationalized, letting the video play with a grin on his face.

He applied foundation, eyeshadow, and even a touch of lipstick, laughing at his reflection. But as he watched more tutorials, his laughter faded, replaced by a strange sense of fascination. He fell asleep watching the videos, only to wake up in the middle of the night feeling a bit disoriented.

Hungry, he went to the kitchen for some ice cream from the freezer and as he walked back to his room with the bowl in hand, he noticed John's door was slightly open. His eyes were drawn inside as he attempted to pass when he froze in place.

There, sprawled across the bed, was John, partially covered by his blanket but otherwise clearly naked. The moonlight accentuated the contours of his muscular frame, highlighting the ridges of his abs, the broad length of his chest, and the powerful lines of his thighs. Robin's breath caught in his throat, the sight of John's strong, naked body leaving him momentarily stunned. He had never seen John like this before, so exposed and **** yet undeniably masculine.

Robin's eyes traveled over John's form, taking in every detail. The way the light played over his skin, the subtle rise and fall of his chest as he breathed, the faint sheen of sweat that made his body glisten. Robin saw John's cock resting gently on his thigh and felt an unfamiliar heat pooling in his stomach, his pulse quickening as he struggled to articulate the emotions swirling within him.

Suddenly, John stirred, his head turning and eyes fluttering open, making Robin's stomach drop. Robin didn't know how long he stood there in John's droopy gaze but it was long enough to see John's cock starting to rise.

Finally, Robin collected himself enough to dash back to his room, shutting the door behind him. Once inside, Robin locked the door and leaned against it, his mind racing. He looked down at himself, realizing he was still wearing the nightgown. His eyes darted to a nearby mirror and he almost screamed when he realized he was still wearing make-up and the braid. The full weight of what had just happened hit him, the fear of being discovered overwhelming.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck," he whispered.

He quickly wiped off the makeup, his hands trembling. He slammed his nightgown in the trash along with all his pajamas before digging out his old uncomfortable sweats, trying to calm his racing heart. But as he lay in bed, the image of John's sleeping form and the look in his eyes stayed with him, haunting his thoughts as he attempted to sleep. The ice cream had melted, forgotten on his nightstand, but he didn't care. All he could think about was the look in John's eyes, the way his body had responded to the sight of him. It left Robin feeling confused and exposed, filled with fear of what it could mean for their friendship.

"What am I going to say?" he said to himself as he began trying to think of a reasonable lie.