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| THE SKIRT by Electronic Haze The skirt was beautiful, certainly made for Nicky. Richey pondered as he stood looking at it hanging on the rack in the small London shop. Would Nicky think it a bit ... well weird if his best mate brought him a skirt? Especially one as short and risqué as this one, he just hoped he wouldn't get the wrong idea. He was already struggling to keep his feelings for Nicky under control. Its only a skirt he finally reasoned Nicky loved warring this sort of thing so he would surely appreciate it wouldn't he? Nicky had been lay in bed all day feeling ill, it was nothing terrible just a stomach ache. But he wasn't comforted with any support from James or Sean, they thought he was just imagining it. Although he'd even began to admit he was becoming something of a hypochondriac these days. He sat up quickly when the door opened and the very pleasing sight of Richey was revealed. "Hi Nick, feeling any better?" Richey asked softly, sitting on the end of the bed. "Yes, a little...I’m glad you care." "Of course I care, I'm your friend after all" he heard Nicky mumble something about James and Sean that sounded quite amusing. He laughed, Nicky could be such a strop when he was ill. "I even got you a prezzie" he delared proudly, placing a bag on the bed. "Oh Rich you shouldn't have!" Nicky giggled suddenly feeling much better. He opened the bag and stared in wonder at the skirt. It was black and made from PVC, very short with a leopard print belt attached. He looked up at Richey who was trying not to go red from embarrassment and beamed an appreciative smile at him. "It's lovely Rich, thank you!" Soon Richey was being squashed by Nicky's friendly embrace, when he finally let him go there was a minute of nervous silence. "I think I will try it on." Nicky said. Richey's heart raced at the thought of seeing Nicky in the skirt, he hoped it wouldn't turn him on too much. Why did I have to buy him that he cursed to himself. His thoughts were swept away when Nicky returned warring the skirt, but not warring much else. He couldn't help it his mouth opened as his eyes looked the man before him up and down. His eyes first locked onto Nicky's naked torso, so long and slim and then they were fixed on that skirt. It was so tight it moulded to the shape of his lower half. His eyes refused to leave it as Nicky stood to one side, giving Richey a pleasing view of his tightly clad behind. "Rich it's a great skirt, I just don't think it suits me..." Nicky muttered sadly looking at the floor. "No Nicky it's great! you look perfect" He got up off the bed and placed a hand on the taller man's shoulder. Richey couldn't help it, it just seemed to happen. His lips gently brushed against the soft skin of Nicky's for just a moment. When he realised what he'd done he pulled away quickly and timidly awaited any sort of reaction good or bad. Nicky gasped in surprise and began a frantic attempt to think of something to say, after a few minutes of attempting to string together a sentence he thought it best to stay quiet. "I'm sorry Nick..." Richey mumbled. He was now facing the window with his back towards Nicky. Still not knowing what to say Nicky approached him and settled his long arms tightly around his friend's slender waist. Richey turned around still in his grip and smiled, the smile was returned. There was no need for words after all. <<< Miscellaneous |