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“Oh hi, welcome home.” Jon uses his finger to mark the page in the zine he’s reading and stands up.
“Hello.” Martin sits on a bench and takes off his boots. Jon comes over to give him a peck on the cheek. “Been shopping?” he asks.
Martin gestures to the bags. “Oh a little, but mostly I went over to Gracie’s apartment to pick up her old Halloween costume I’m wearing this year. We ended up gossiping like old hags, and I lost track of time. It’s not too late for lunch is it?”
“Not at all. Are you going to tell me what you’re going for Halloween this year?”

Martin tucks the boots away with a grin. “How about I show you?”
“You have one wicked smile on your face. Dare I even say yes?”
“You should. Although I won’t be complete. I don’t have the right make up or the accessories yet.”
“That’s fine, you can still show me.”
“Ok be right back.” Martin picks up the bag and scuttles out of the living room into the bedroom like a gremlin, cackling and clutching something he stole.
Jon chuckles. He pours himself a glass of ice tea while he waits. He’s standing in the kitchen, reading, when Martin comes out.

“Hello gorgeous, are you my next patient?”
Jon looks up and his brain promptly stops working. Martin has managed to squeeze his entire body in a woman’s sexy nurse costume. His butt is barely contained and the only reason the collar hasn’t torn is because the plunging cleavage allows it to stretch around the broad expanse of his shoulders. Martin’s also wearing red pumps and that’s pantyhose. He’s wearing pantyhose.

Jon makes a funny noise and in a panic, fists his own shirt and stuffs in his mouth.
Martin makes a choking laugh. “Honey what are you doing?”
“I’m trying to stop some very vulgar words from coming out of my mouth.” Jon pulls his shirt from his teeth and smooths out the fabric.
“That good huh?” Martin turns around. “I need to like, do some modifications to the top so I can actually move my arms. And I’ll be wearing lipstick. Thinking of keeping the mustache though.”
“Martin, are you wearing any underwear under that dress or like…did you just pull the pantyhose over your cock? I think I can see the tip of your cock.”
Martin glances down. “Can you? Yeah, I’m just Donald Ducking it until I find some red shorts to wear under this.”
Jon’s nostrils flare as he inhales and exhales a deep breath. “You know, I don’t feel like topping very often, but I suddenly need to. Like, right now.”
Martin can’t hide his surprise. “That good?”
“That good.” Jon gently tosses the zine on the sofa. He walks over to Martin and put his hands on his hips. “I’m sure the doctor is going to be a little while. Why don’t you show me to a room no one is using?”
Martin’s gaze darkens into a smolder. “Gladly, Sir. Happy to help you finish getting undressed for your appointment.”

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