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1992
Jack isn’t sure how Dana convinced him to go to a midnight showing of some movie that was new when his parents were children, but here he is, sitting in an uncomfortable seat in a theater downtown that smells like popcorn and cigarette smoke. Perhaps Dana has magic powers of persuasion.
He’d nearly come to blows with the man taking tickets when he’d asked, point blank, if Jack was a virgin. He’d flushed down to his toes, then stammered out a refusal. Dana, the traitor, had piped up, “Don’t listen to him. He’s never been to one of these before. Give him the V.” Jack had barely been able to give her a full look of betrayal before the man grabbed a hold of Jack’s jaw and put a bright red ‘V’ on his forehead in lipstick. The way the man had such a firm grip on Jack’s face is the reason he didn’t punch his lights out; definitely not because all of Jack’s blood suddenly flowed south at the rough manhandling.
What’s worse is that Jack realizes, as he looks around the theater, that he seems to be the odd man out—everyone here, including Dana, is dressed up in bizarre outfits that make them look like they’re all in some sort of play. Dana has her leather jacket and a pair of jean, but she had drawn a slash down the middle of her forehead with all sorts of makeup, making her look like someone whacked her over the head with some blunt object.
Meanwhile, Jack is wearing what he always wears: a dark t-shirt and jeans. Jack usually blends in with this outfit, but even without the ‘V’ on his head, he sticks out like a sore thumb. He tries asking Dana what is going on, but she just rolls her eyes and snickers. “All will be revealed in time, my friend.”
The lights in the house go down. Jack is confused as a few people file in as the movie begins, lining up to stand in front of the screen. He’s about to yell at them to get out of the way, except that everyone cheers when they’re all lined up.
“Wait, is this a musical?” He asks as a pair of giant red lips fills the screen. Dana shushes him.
They’re twenty minutes deep into this movie and Jack is ready to go home. There are people on screen singing. There are people in front of him that are singing the exact same songs. People from the audience are shouting things, whether at the movie or the people pretending to be in that same movie, Jack isn’t really sure. He would be concerned, except they’re all shouting the same nonsensical phrases in unison—it feels like they’re all speaking a language Jack never bothered to learn. He feels like he’s been thrust into the middle of a play where no one has given him a script.
“Dana, you’ve got to be fucking...”Jack starts but then trails off as a man in a long satin cape struts to the center of the stage as a pair of giant bedazzled stripper heels fill up the screen behind him. Jack loses his train of thought as a hush goes over the entire crowd. It’s feels like the entire theater is holding its breath.
The man drops his cape, revealing a sparkly bustier over black fishnets. Jack’s mouth drops open. Dana lets out a wolf whistle. There’s a roaring in Jack’s ears as the man—long and lanky and lean—dances around in drag.
Jack can’t speak for the next hour. He can’t take his eyes off of the man in front of him pretending to be a transvestite alien from an unknown planet who is intent on building a man with blonde hair and rippling muscles. The plot of the movie doesn’t make sense. Everyone in it seems to be fucking someone other than the person with whom they showed up to the mansion.
Dana is having the time of her life sitting next to him. Jack, however, is not sure how he feels. On the one hand, he cannot figure out for the life of him what is happening. On the other hand, the guy in the fishnets and high heels is fucking hot, so what’s there to figure out?
The movie ends with fishnets guy falling over in dramatic fashion while two people in silver dresses pretend to shoot him with laser beam guns. Don’t ask Jack why there are suddenly people with laser-beam guns.
Dana leads Jack out of the theater when everything is said and done, dragging him along to wait outside one of the theater’s exterior doors. She lights up a cigarette, then hands it off to Jack. They pass it back and forth.
“So, what did you think?” Dana asked. Jack rolled his eyes. “Do you want my actual opinion or do you want me to say I had fun?” Jack inhaled, letting the smoke fill his lungs. “You looked like you were pretty taken with the whole thing.” Dana answered.
Before Jack can say anything else, the exterior door opens, revealing the group of people who were all singing and dancing on the stage a few moments before, now stripped of most of their costumes and makeup. Jack’s head whips around as he tries to find the man with the fishnets.
It’s impossible to miss him. Even in his more casual outfit, a sweatshirt and dark wash jeans, Jack can recognize him. He towers above everyone in the crowd. Much to Jack’s surprise, he makes a beeline towards the two of them. Dana throws open her arms to catch him in a huge hug.
“Darling! You were magnificent!” She coos into the man’s ear. Jack sees a flush on the man’s face when they pull back from each other. The man’s eyes slide over to Jack hesitantly. “This is Jack. He’s never seen Rocky Horror before, so I thought he’d be the perfect audience for your debut.” Dana claps a hand on Jack’s shoulder.
“Nice to meet you, I’m Robby.” The man offers his hand for a shake, but Jack forgets he’s holding a cigarette, so he fumbles for a moment as he tries to ask it without burning himself. Great, now Robby would think he was an imbecile.
“I’m Jack.” He finally said when his hand was free, shaking Robby’s hand. “Yeah, that’s what I said.” Dana quips. Jack regards her with a flat look. Robby laughs. “Well, what did you think of it?” Robby asks shyly. Jack’s heart stuttered.
“Oh, it was great, I definitely understood it.” Jack lies. Robby and Dana share a look before they both break out into laughter. “Well, thank god you understood it, Jackie. That’s exactly what this whole night was about.” Dana jokes as she gets an arm around both his shoulder and Robby’s. “Now, let’s blow this Popsicle stand. I’m starving.”
They end up at a diner with nearly everyone who attended the late night showing. Jack feels bad for their waitress. He ends up in a booth with Dana at his side and Robby sitting across from them. Jack isn’t sure what to make of Robby. He’s spent the last hour and a half strutting around on a stage in fishnets and lipstick, but sitting here in this booth with Jack, he’s ducking his head to answer Jack’s questions about school and not making a lot of eye contact.
It doesn’t make any sense. How can someone with enough confidence to get on a stage in front of other people in drag, be shy and reserved as soon as he’s off that stage? Despite Robby’s shyness, Jack gets him to talk. It’s sort of his super power. People are always commenting that he could get a tree to talk to him, and now Jack is thinking they might be on to something.
Jack isn’t sure how their paths have never crossed before. From everything Robby is saying, their lives have been a near miss for years.
“You went to Phillip’s? I was at Augustine right up the road!” Jack had hated his high school—the rules were too stringent and he clashed with nearly every priest and brother that made up the school’s staff. He’d begged his mother to send him to Phillips Johnson Memorial High a few minutes away. A request that always went ignored.
“Did you play any ball?” Jack asked as he tore into the fries he ordered. Dana chucks a few in her mouth with a smirk.
“No, I’ve never been that interested in sports.” Robby laughs. “Only interested in the boys that play them, right Robby?” Dana smirks as she steals some fries from Robby’s plate as well.
Robby’s eyes go wide and a flush fills his face. His eyes fly over to Jack. He looks terrified. Jack feels scared for him. Jack looks around at everyone gathered in the diner, seeing if anyone heard Dana’s joke, but it doesn’t seem like anyone is looking in their direction.
When Jack focuses back on Robby, he smiles to break the tension. “Oh yeah? I played football, you think you ever came to one of my games?” Robby lets out a sigh that turns into a relieved chuckle. “Probably, my best friend in high school dated your quarterback.”
Warmth pours through Jack as he thinks about Robby in the bleachers at one of his games. Jack wonders if Robby saw Jack in his uniform and thought he was cute.
“Wait, you were friends with Donna?” Jack remembers the cute blonde his friend Leo dated when they were in high school. Robby’s face lights up, “Yes! She and I lived in the same building and we rode the bus together to school.”
Jack realizes, several minutes later, that Dana has relocated to a booth on the corner with three other women, one of whom has an arm draped possessively over her shoulder. He hadn’t even noticed when she left.
Jack doesn’t remark on it, too invested in the story Robby is telling about a party Donna dragged him to in tenth grade.
Two hours later, Jack is standing outside the diner with Dana and Robby. He finds that he doesn’t actually want to say goodbye. Would it be weird to tell Robby he should come crash at his dorm so they could keep talking? He doesn’t want Robby to get the wrong idea; he’s not interested in men the way Robby is, but Jack hasn’t connected with anyone like he has with Robby in a long time.
The decision is made for him when Robby gets caught up in a conversation with a few people leaving the diner at the same time as them—two women with melting makeup on their faces pull Robby along as they start to head off in the direction of their dorm, clearly all previously acquainted. Robby tosses an apologetic look over his shoulder as he waves goodbye. Jack refuses to think about the way disappointment flares in his gut at Robby’s retreating back.
Three weeks later, Jack is sitting at a desk he reserved in the library on the back wall of the second floor, when he sees a familiar head of floppy brown hair come around the corner with a book cart. Jack feels the grin break across his face. He’s been hoping to run into Robby again ever since they parted that night at the diner.
“So, did they hire you just so they could have someone to put books on the top shelf?” Jack quips from behind Robby’s shoulder.
“Well, I don’t think they hired me for my boyish good looks.” Robby answers as he hits Jack with a smirk. Jack coughs, trying to rid his chest of the tightness he’s suddenly feeling. Jack abandons his books on the desk, coming to stand next to Robby as he reaches up and back again as he shelves the books on his cart.
“It’s good to see you again, man. How have you been?” Jack asks. “Busy; this semester has been a bigger pain in my ass than I was expecting.” Robby grimaces.
“At least it’s almost over.” Jack says, pointedly not looking over at the massive chemistry textbook he abandoned.
“Oh, I am counting the days.” Robby mutters as he examines the spine of one of his books before crouching low to put it on a low shelf.
“Halloween is coming up, so that will be a nice distraction.” Jack follows Robby to the next set of shelves. “You got plans for the big night?” Robby asks.
“My friend invited me to the Gamma party.” Jack offers, but he refrains from saying anything else when he sees how Robby rolls his eyes. “Do you have anything planned?” Jack asks, suddenly desperate to find out about literally anything other than the Gamma party.
“My friend Terri is throwing a big party at her new place. Should be really fun.” Robby says, not even looking up at Jack anymore. Jack panics, not wanting Robby to think that Jack is some asshole frat boy. “Oh that sounds a lot less awful.”
Robby turns to look at Jack again, eyes assessing. “A house party full of theater kids sounds better to you than a frat party?” Robby asks, dubious. Jack shrugs. “If you’re there, yeah, it does sound better.”
Robby turns to Jack, the last book from his cart in his hands. His face is flushed, probably from all of the movement from shelving those books. “Do you want to come?” Robby asks. Jack grins. “I thought you’d never ask, sweetheart.” He holds up a finger to get Robby to wait, then he dashes back to his desk.
When he returns, he hands Robby the piece of paper he tore from his notebook, his phone number scribbled on it hurriedly. “Here, you can call me with the details.” Robby takes Jack’s number, tucking it into the front pocket of his jeans.
As Jack walks away, bag slung over his shoulder, his heart races as he wonders whether Robby will wear his fishnets and heels to the party.
Halloween finds Jack sandwiched between Dana and some girl from the Math department on a couch of someone’s apartment with music blaring around them. Dana and the other girl, Helen, are debating whether Melissa Etheridge or the Indigo Girls released the better album this year. Jack cannot contribute as he has never heard of either.
Perhaps he should have gone to the Gamma party. At least there if he’d been sucked into a conversation with a couple of women that he didn’t understand, he would have had a chance of getting laid at the end of it.
Jack eased himself off the couch, shaking his empty cup at Helen and Dana. In the kitchen, he finds the massive bowl of punch that Jack suspects is just ten different types of alcohol. It’s fruity and strong; he fills his cup again.
“Whoa, maybe leave some for the rest of us!” Jack nearly spills punch all over himself when Robby’s voice surprises him. When he spins around, Jack’s brain nearly melts out of his ears.
Robby, already a giant, is towering over him in his Rocky Horror costume. Jack’s eyes scan over the entire length of Robby’s body, taking in the black bustier, briefs, and those goddamned fishnets that have haunted Jack’s dreams.
This time, Robby has a leather jacket draped over his shoulders, like his character from the movie in that one scene. If Robby were a girl, Jack would be all over him. Unfortunately, Robby isn’t a girl, so Jack forces his eyes back to Robby’s face.
Robby steps in close as someone passes behind him, hands going immediately to Jack’s hips to steady himself as the guy behind him jostles him a bit. Jack feels his heart stutter as the warmth from Robby’s hands sinks into his skin. He wants to jerk out of Robby’s hold, but there’s nowhere for him to go; Jack is pressed up against the kitchen island, with Robby pressed along his front.
“Hey there, fly boy, you think I could get one of those?” Robby says, voice thready as he dips his lips right next to Jack’s ear so he can be heard over the music from the other room. It takes Jack a moment to realize that Robby is asking about his drink. When he finally understands what Robby is after, he jolts enough that he spills some of his punch onto Robby’s stomach.
“Oh shit, sorry.” He tries wiping at the liquid, but then stops when he realizes he’s just rubbing at the bare skin of Robby’s stomach that’s exposed between Robby’s corset and his briefs. Robby catches his hand. “C’mon, you can help me wash it off in the bathroom.”
Jack leads Robby to the bathroom, grabbing a towel out of the cabinet and running it under some water as soon as the door closes behind them. When he turns back around, Robby is leaning up against the wall. Jack puts the towel to Robby’s skin, hands shaking. He doesn’t think he’s ever been this close to another guy. He can smell Robby’s cologne. It reminds Jack of a rainforest.
“I like your costume.” Robby ducks his head to catch Jack’s eyes. He scoffs. A plain white t-shirt, a bomber jacket, and some aviator sunglasses; he’s not even sure it counts as a costume since he already owned each piece. He could be Tom Cruise from Top Gun or he could be Jack Abbot going to his 9 AM Stat class.
“I’m sorry I almost ruined yours.” Jack apologizes. He does feel bad. Robby looks so nice in this outfit; he hates that he almost ruined it with his clumsiness. Robby closes a hand around Jack’s where it’s gripping the towel.
“Ruin it.” Robby says as he jerks Jack forward to slam their mouths together. Jack drops the towel, surprise making his entire body freeze. Robby is kissing him with a desperation Jack has never experienced. It’s...fucking hot. He whimpers as he jerks Robby closer by his hips, dragging him against the front of Jack’s jeans. Jack has never kissed a man before—has never wanted to—but he finds it’s not that different from kissing a woman.
Robby pushes Jack back so that he’s pinned against the sink. Jack lets one of his hands drift down to Robby’s ass. When he squeezes, Robby jerks his hips against him. It sends a frisson of heat right up Jack’s spine. Robby gets a grip on Jack’s jaw and moves his face exactly where he wants him.
Jack pushes Robby’s jacket to the floor; Robby returns the favor. Then, he’s gripping at Jack’s biceps as Robby’s tongue dips into Jack’s mouth for the first time. Jack threads a hand into Robby’s soft hair, pulling the slightest bit. He drags his nails down the back of Robby’s head, drawing the most sinful noise from deep in Robby’s throat.
Jack grinds his hips forward, trembling with the need to fuck into something tight and wet and hot. He wouldn’t mind fucking Robby like this. He’s never considered it before, but kissing Robby isn’t so different; why would fucking him be?
Jack switches their positions, backing Robby against the sink, smiling into their next kiss as Robby almost loses his balance before Jack steadies him. “Can I fuck you?” Jack ask, breathless. He’d meant it to come out confident and sexy, instead he thinks he just sounds like he’s begging. Fuck, at this point he would get on his knees if it meant fucking Robby.
Luckily, Robby just nods as he captures Jack’s lips again. Robby sucks on Jack’s bottom lip, slipping his tongue past Jack’s teeth before he pulls back. Jack whines at the loss, but then smiles as Robby turns around to face the sink and bends forward at the waist to brace himself.
Jack only checks in once before he’s pulling Robby’s briefs and the fishnets down. There are marks on Robby’s ass from the stockings. It’s so hot that Jack almost drools. He pulls himself out of his pants, squeezing his shaft to stave off embarrassing himself. He can’t come on Robby’s ass before he’s even inside of him. That would inflate Robby’s ego way too much.
Jack slides a finger between Robby’s cheeks. It’s slick like a pussy. Jack pulls his hand back, confused. “I got ready before I came. I’m all set. Just fuck me.” Robby grits out. It takes a second for Robby’s words to compute. Jack slips a finger inside of Robby experimentally, moaning when it slips right in with no resistance.
“You knew exactly what your wanted tonight, didn’t you?” Jack asks as he lines himself up.
“And I got it.” Robby answers. Jack inches forward, gasping when his cock slips inside of Robby for the first time. It feels so impossibly good. Robby is squeezing Jack’s cock better than any pussy has before. When he’s finally seated all the way, Jack lets out a long breath.
For a moment, they just pause, both breathing heavily, both staring each other down in the mirror. Finally, Robby nods his head the slightest bit, so Jack pulls out almost completely before slamming right back in. He sets a quick pace with his hips, addicted to the sounds Robby is making—punched out little “uh-uh-uhs” that will play on repeat in Jack’s head forever.
Jack starts kissing up Robby’s neck, sucking marks into the back of it. He wants everyone to know that Robby has been claimed. Robby gets a hand on the back of Jack’s head, keeping him in place on his neck while Jack fucks him harder against the sink.
Jack isn’t sure how much time passes. He’s focused completely on Robby and the way he feels around Jack’s cock. He’s getting close, but he wants Robby to come first. “C’mon, baby, are you getting close? You feel so fucking good.” Jack pants into Robby’s ear.
Robby nods, rolling his hips to meet Jack’s thrusts. The movement gets Jack even deeper. There’s so much tension in Jack’s body; he wants to release it all over Robby’s back. Yes, Jack wants to come all over Robby, then send him back into the party so that everyone will know.
Jack brings his hand around to Robby’s cock, jutting straight up between his legs. There’s plenty of precome to make the glide easier. It doesn’t take long before Robby is tossing his head back against Jack’s shoulder and bearing down on his cock even more. Relief pours through Jack to see that he was able to get Robby to come. Robby isn’t doing this just because he thinks it’s what Jack wants. He likes what Jack is doing to him.
Jack pulls out just as he comes. He’s able to aim it the slightest bit to paint Robby’s ass and the back of his legs. He makes sure some gets onto the fishnets. When he slumps over Robby’s back, he’s rewarded with a soft kiss. Jack nuzzles into Robby’s neck, pressing little kisses to all of the marks he left.
“So, I guess the stockings kind of do it for you, huh?” Robby jokes as Jack uses the same towel from before to clean his mess off of Robby. “Baby, you should wear these every day for the rest of your life.” Jack says as he pulls them back over his ass.
“Will you fuck me like that if I do?” Robby asks. He’s being cheeky, but Jack can see the genuine question in Robby’s eyes.
“You don’t need the stockings for me to do that, baby.” Jack eases Robby back around so they’re facing each other again; he put his hands on Robby’s waist. “But they definitely don’t hurt.”