Scene 9

Looking out the passenger side window Jackson watched the streetlights zoom as he pressed himself on the heated seat in his friend’s car. It wasn’t often cool in Florida to need such things, but the clothes he was wearing weren’t made to keep the wearer warm either. It felt nice to be sitting here in silence with Linc, a blessing his sister took her own car. No one telling him to act a certain way, or nagging him to not do something. Moving his gaze over to him, Jackson pushed some of his curled hair to the side, giving Linc a smile. Right now the fact that he wasn’t a big talker was exactly what he needed. He reached over and patted his leg twice, making sure Linc saw his smile, so the man knew how much he appreciated him not wanting to talk more about how fucked up his life was right now.

Feeling the touch to his leg Lincoln looked over at his dolled up friend, seeing her smile… his smile. He didn’t remember his teeth being that white, but he supposed that could just be a trick of the lighting and the makeup. The touch to his leg made him wonder if he was trying to flirt with him for just a second, but dismissed it. Jackson was forcing him to play pretend boyfriend and Jackson was probably just reminding him to smile, look happy and play his part. So he reached over taking Jackon’s hand in his own, noticing for the first time how small his friend’s hand was compared to his own, with the glossy painted nails making them look rather feminine. The taking of his hand caught Jackson off guard, but the smile on Linc’s face was reassuring. Part of his mind told him to pull his hand away, but those pills his sis gave him made most of his thoughts feel slow and far away. While Linc's hand was another source of warmth on the chilly night, so he let it be.

Soon enough Lincoln was parking at the bar and grill just down the street from the Mega Corp office. The food here was basic at best, but the drinks weren’t overpriced and they had a few pool tables near a jukebox with a mix of old music and new. Getting out of the car Lincoln stretched, he didn’t really have the energy for a night out, but his feelings or opinion didn’t seem to matter. He took a few steps away from the car before turning back and not seeing Jackson. Walking over to the passenger side of his car he was hoping his femmed up friend had decided not to do this so they could go home. When he still didn’t come out Lincoln opened the door, seeing his friend give him a small scowl. “About time, a gentleman should be opening doors for a lady.” A few titters of laughter came from Jackon’s mouth, enjoying the look of contained annoyance from Linc. His sister had tried to tell him how to get out of the car like a lady, but she wasn’t here so he ignored whatever it was she had said, giving his friend a good look at the top of his stockings. For Lincoln it felt wrong to be checking out Jackon’s long smooth and sexy stocking covered legs as he got out of his car, but he couldn’t help admiring the view. He held out his hand to make getting out easier and he figured Jackson had a point. If anyone was watching it would be better that he played his role. If they made a big enough impression he wouldn’t have to do this anymore.

The place didn’t have a hostess, they had three bartenders, two waitresses and a single waiter. The lone waiter let them know a booth wouldn’t be available for roughly twenty minutes, but they were welcome at the bar and could feel free to snatch up a table soon as they saw one available and cleaned off. Jackson paid the man no mind, he didn’t feel eyes on him or people leering to make his skin crawl like at work or the mall. He smiled laughing twice that at least his sister was good for someone before his mind wandered as he listened to some up beat pop song that was in the background, not even noticing the hand on his lower back guiding him closer to the bar. To Lincoln it seemed like Jackson was laughing or giggling at nothing, like he was pretending to be some airhead, but if he was **** to work as an administrative assistant maybe he was trying to distance Jacqueline from Jackson by giving her traits like that.

For a Tuesday night the place was packed, so much that they had a problem, there was only a single bar stool open. “Do you want to take a seat and I will stand? Can’t be easy to stand in those heels.” Lincoln’s eyes slid down his friend's body, down the tan stockinged legs to the white pointed toe heeled shoes.

“Heels? Oh, do you like them? Maddy picked them out.” Jackson turned one of his feet as he looked down at his foot. He didn’t want to wear high heels, but at least his sister picked out something lower than she made him go to work in. He wasn’t really listening to Linc, but found it funny one of the first things he mentioned about his outfit was the heels.

“Uhhh yes, they look nice, but do you want the seat?”

Jackson nodded slowly, agreeing that they should find some seats, but he only saw one. One of the people next to him was an older man with a bushy graying beard, his beer glass was almost gone. Instead of waiting to hope he was going to vacate it he thought about offering to buy the man another round if he gave up his seated position, the offer had worked in the past, who wouldn’t want a free drink. “Yeah, yeah, you take a seat then I will sit down too.”

Baffled slightly Lincoln wondered where Jackson was thinking about sitting, and then it hit him. They were to play the part of a loving couple, he really didn’t want Jackson sitting in his lap. Especially with how his friend’s backside looked in that outfit, if he didn’t sit still he might get an erection, when he knew he really shouldn’t. With a heavy sigh, something he knew he shouldn’t have done even as he did it, Lincoln sat down in the bar seat and then put his hands around Jackson’s hips, picking up his date and putting ‘her’ on his lap. “Woah! Why am I in your lap?”

“Didn’t you want a seat? Isn’t this what you wanted?” Part of the question slipped past Jackson, it was hard for him to concentrate on anything, he had hardly anything to eat today and those pills were hitting him harder than expected. Jackson wasn’t sure how his sister handled taking two at a time. “I did.”

“What can I get for you two tonight?” A friendly blonde girl around their age came up to them.

“We are waiting on a booth to open up, but a light beer for me and a ahh.” Lincoln had wrapped one arm around Jackson, leaving it pressing into his stomach. The touch allowed him to figure out how it was his friend was able to have curves, he had some undergarment to assist. “A white one, something sweet for my girlfriend.” Using that title felt wrong, but so did having him in his lap, even if the physical contact also felt nice. The bartender walked away to fill the order, as Jackson eyed the man next to them finishing off his drink. He was ready to offer the free drink, when he got up on his own. Jackson went to slide off Linc’s lap, when the hand around his waist tightened, pulling him back up.

“Careful, you are going to fall off.” Jackson was about to tell him getting off was exactly what he was trying to do, but the thought of ‘get off’ made him laugh.

“Here you go.” Said the bartender with a friendly smile. “Just these or would you like to start a tab? Maybe order some food?” The distraction and mention of food pulled Jackson’s attention away from his previous goal.

“I need some food.” Jackson turned his head to look Linc in the eye, he was happy to have gotten the wine after his sister said he wasn't going to get anything to drink. Wine wasn’t what he wanted, but it was surely better than stealing and then drinking a light beer. Jackson tittered again asking himself what is even the point of ordering a beer if you are going to get a light beer.

“Sounds like we are getting some dinner, chicken club, hold the tomato for her.” Lincoln said, knowing his friend’s order now considering how many times they had come here over the last year. “Burger, medium, add bacon and a side of fries. Would you mind bringing over some A1 sauce with the burger please.”

“Coming right up.” Jackson smirked, enjoying the idea that he got both his drink and dinner paid for. He was going to be making significantly more than Linc by his next paycheck, he figured he should return the favor. He was forcing the guy to assist him, even if it was the jerks' fault. Picking up his wine glass, Jackson took a bigger swallow than he should have, feeling like he really did need to have a drink. Then turned his head to look at the empty chair to see about getting a real seat, but it seemed to be already taken. This time by his sister, who hadn’t even bothered to announce her presence. She was talking to a different bartender ordering a thick beer and a shot of whiskey, completely unfair.

When Madison came into the bar she was more than a few minutes behind the two after having to stop for gas, but the sight she saw from the door was perfect. Getting out her phone she snapped a picture of her new little sister sitting in her boyfriend's lap, looking at him with a pleading look. She thought it was wonderful that they decided to share a stool like that when there was a seat open next to them and considering how Linc’s hand was holding her little sis possessively she thought his **** before might have been for show. Taking the seat she gave a nod to Linc before raising her hand to get one of the bartender's attention.

“So tell me sis, how are things between you and your boyfriend.” Jackon took another long drink from his glass, finishing it off. Putting it down he blinked at his sister a few times, giving her a wide smile. One glass of wine wasn’t going to get him drunk, but with how fast he drank it down and nothing else in his stomach he could already feel a little bit of its effects and he had always been a happy drunk.

“Boyfriend, yeah… Linc is my boyfriend. He didn’t want to, but I made him and he is a good friend.” Jackson turned his head to look at the man holding him in his lap. “When he isn’t being a jerk.”

The first bartender came back over, seeing the empty glass and overhearing the girl who was overdressed for the place. “Men are all jerks, but at least yours pays attention to have you like your food prepared.”

“Callie is that you?” The blonde girl turned to face the voice, her face lighting up seeing the familiar face of an old friend. “Maddy, is that you!? Oh wow it has been ages, how are you doing?” Leaning forward Madison put one elbow on the bartop, resting her chin on the back of her hand, the other reaching over to tap lightly on Callie’s hand.

“You are a beautiful sight to my sore eyes. I’m doing wonderful, just out catching up with my little sister and her boyfriend. They both work over at Mega Corp, where she just got moved out of being an intern into a comfortable admin role.”

Callie wide, looking over her old friend, remembering a few flings they had together when they were younger. Madison had moved on, saying she was still finding herself and figuring out herself with being attracted to both men and woman, while she was happy with just the fairer sex. “Those eyes look more alluring than sore to me.” The two held each other's gaze for a few seconds, feeling each other out.

“So this is your little sister, if I knew you had such a pretty sister I might have pursued her, but it looks like she plays for the other team. You hold onto her, or someone else might try and pick up that hot little thing in your lap.”

“I’m not hot, you are hot.” Jackson said, trying his best to not look down the girls tank top at her impressive proportions.

“She is flirting with me in front of her boyfriend, I might have a chance.” Callie held up her hand to her face to give a stage whisper to Madison before turning back to the dolled up girl. “You look like you could use another, let me get that for you.”

“Barking up the wrong tree Callie, she is a one man kinda cal, but one of us Heart girls are on the market.” Both shared a glance and a smile before the girl moved off to refill the wine glass. Lincoln watched the blonde bartender go, imagining her making out with Jack… Jaqueline and then with Madison. The image evolved into a three way between the three touching, rubbing, kissing each other. The thought stopped when he realized the person in his lap was shifting, causing their ass to rub on his already hardening member.

“Could you move your phone, it is uncomfortable.” Lincoln nodded, knowing what they were feeling wasn’t his phone.

“Hey look, a booth has opened up, let’s head over there.” Seeing the booth open was perfect timing, him needing this sexy person off his lap.

“Hold up, I need to get photos of the two of you, remember? Jacqueline, wrap your arms around your lover and kiss him a sweet kiss.” Lincoln shook his head slightly, mouthing the word “no” to Madison, the person who he would rather be in his lap and kissing. While Jackson pulled his eyes away from the hot blonde who had been flirting with him to look at his sister questioningly.

“Go on, kiss your boyfriend, show him how you appreciate him.” Looking into Linc’s eyes, Jackson wrapped one arm around him and with the other he touched his cheek. He could admit Linc was a good looking guy, but that didn’t matter when he wasn’t attracted to guys. Still this was the point of the evening, so he let his mind drift back to the music as he leaned forward with his eyes closed, planting his lips on his friends. Wishing he would have repositioned his phone that was pressing into his ass.

After that they moved over to a booth, Jackson scooting in on the same side wishing he didn’t have to sit with Linc’s arm draped around him like the man owned him. They stayed there drinking, Lincoln had only planned on getting one glass of wine for Jackson with the medication his sister said he took, but more just kept getting ordered. When the bill came he wasn’t happy about the six glasses, or that he ended up eating less of the fries than his companion. Every so often either one of them would get a text from Madison telling them to kiss, or for him to put the hand that wasn’t on Jaqueline’s shoulder on his date’s thigh. He always loved a girl in nylons, doubly so for stockings, but running his fingers over the nylon covered legs, while driving him a bit wild, also felt wrong. Jackson was his friend, his very male friend, but Jaqueline seemed nothing like Jackson. She was flirty, giggled at him or nothing at time and seemed content to lean into him. She wasn’t a good conversationalist, but damn did she look pretty. By the time they got home Lincoln was quick to go to his room after a night of temptation that he felt he shouldn’t really be tempted with.

For Jackson the night was like sitting on the deck of a small sailboat, you sit there, enjoy the breeze and just let time pass. Having to kiss Linc wasn’t something he wanted to do, but Maddy said it had to be done. She had promised if he played the part of a good girlfriend not only would it help him at the office, but she would come to him instead of him coming to her to get help with getting ready in the future. Going into his room he slipped the dress off, tossing it on the ground before sitting down on the edge of his bed to take off the heels. The little tiny buckle was a challenge between his long nails and his **** state, a challenge he couldn’t overcome. With a sigh Jackson got up, walking out of his room, across the living room and knocked on Linc’s door. “I need help.” He whined to the door and the person on the other side.

“Can’t help now!” Came the reply. Jackson leaned his forehead on the door, his curled hair spilling about his face as he stood there. Jackson blinked, realizing he zoned out just standing there, he wasn’t sure if it was for a second or minutes, but he knew he still needed help. He wasn’t going to sleep in the corset and heels. Opening the door Jackson walked in his roomates room, which was much tidier than his own. “Help me undress.”

Sitting up in his bed as Jackson barged in, Lincoln put his hands over his lap as he quickly moved his sheet over himself. Hoping his friend didn’t see his erection and realize he was jerking off. “What are you doing in here!?”

“I told you I need your help.” Jackson moved to the side of the bed, sitting down and then shifting his legs up on top of his friends sheet covered legs, not realizing one of his heeled feet was pressing down on his friend's dick, that was getting harder by the second.

“I will help you with your heels and then you have to get out.”

“What about the corset?”

“Just the heels.” Lincoln said, moving his fingers as fast as he could to not just unbuckle the heels, but move the now just stocking covered feet away from his crotch. The idea of a sexy girl barging into his room, putting her feet on his dick and rubbing with her heels and stockinged feet was something out of a porno, but this was not it. This was a parody made just to **** him. “There, you're done, go.”

“But..”

“Jackson, leave my room!” With a huff Jackson left the room, not even thinking to take the heels that laid on the bed with him. When he went back to his room with the pills in his system and the **** he had no problem getting to sleep, corset on or not. While back in Lincoln’s room he took care of himself, feeling guilty and wishing he hadn’t finished himself off looking at the pair of white heels on his bed, thinking about the tan stockings feet that were in them rubbing on him.