Title: Collecting

Author:Jules

Part:1/1 - Sequel to "The Challenge"

Pairing:TimberNick

Rating:NC-17

Feedback:Yes Please - mailto:slash_me_baby@yahoo.com

Disclaimer:This is just fiction for entertainment purposes. I do not know either of these men, nor am I making any assumptions on their lifestyles.

Notes:This is part of the TimberNick_Slash list challenge. The phrase that we had to use was "cat got your tongue". This takes place in now time. So mid-december. You'll see why that's important to note when you get to it :)

Collecting
by Jules

He'd gone three days wearing the silky panties. Women's silky panties. Well of course they were women's panties ...men's underwear were not called panties. EVER. Even silk underwear were still called boxers. Just silk boxers. But still, he'd managed to go through three days in a row wearing them. Nights too. Which was the worst mainly because he was used to wearing nothing to bed, so wearing just the panties was a weird sensation to get used to. Not that he *really* minded. But he wasn't about to tell his lover that. Now that was something Justin didn't know about him, that he thoroughly enjoyed wearing women's underwear. Especially the silky ones. The lace ones too, although most of the time those ones itched like a motherfuck and ...well chafing was not attractive.

But another upside to wearing the underwear, was that Justin was in a perpetual state of horniness. Just knowing that Nick was wearing them made him hard, and once they were both safe and sound in the house, didn't matter who's house, Nick found himself sprawled on his back ...or thrown up against a wall ...or pushed down on his hands and knees, ass high in the air. But as soon as they were both home, Nick reaped the benefits of the challenge. The best he thought, was at night. All Justin would do was push the scrap of material nestled between his ass cheeks to the side and spread him open, finding his sweet little pucker and thrusting himself in sharply, fucking him until they'd both cum long and hard. In those instances, Nick was bombarded by multiple sensations, his orgasm hitting him with that much more force. He had the feeling of Justin fucking him from behind, pounding roughly into his tight hole, the silk of the underwear rubbing erotically against his throbbing shaft, the material too small to hold him entirely in as his cock head escaped through the top, rubbing against the rough material of the sheets. And then there was what Justin would grunt in his ear as their bodies were moving together fluidly. That was what Nick enjoyed the most. Justin telling him how much he loved him. How hot he was, wearing women's panties. How good it was to fuck Nick wearing those panties and nothing else. Justin also mentioned something about next time Nick should wear heels with the thong. Just the heels and the thong and Justin would fuck him face to face, heeled feet in the air over his shoulders and the panties torn from the desperation to get his cock inside of Nick's sweet, tight ass. Yeah, Nick was sure that that was his favourite part of it all.

It was over though. As of five minutes earlier, the three days had officially passed and Nick had won the challenge. He saw the twinkling in Justin's baby blue eyes and he smirked "I did it. I won," Nick exclaimed sitting on the couch. Justin was sitting comfortably on the recliner.

"So you did. I'm proud of you baby." Justin had known Nick wouldn't cop out on the dare. Truth be told, he'd originally planned on going the three days without having sex with his lover. Justin had wanted Nick to go the whole time without any stimulation other than that which the panties had provided. He figured that by the end of the three days, Nick would be begging to either take the underwear off or get some sexual relief, either way Justin coming out winning. But as soon as Nick had slipped out of his jeans on the first day, something primal had come over him and he'd thrown Nick against the wall, dropping to his knees and biting and licking him through the red silk. And from that point on, they'd barely been able to keep their hands off one another. But now, now he had to do whatever it was that Nick wanted. Nick had officially won the bet, and it was time for him to collect. "So, what do you want?"

That was the question at hand and Nick cackled, the sound startling Justin slightly. He'd been thinking about what he'd demand, the moment Justin had proposed the challenge three days earlier. In fact, it was something he'd been thinking about much longer, he'd just never had the opportunity to go through with it. It was something he wouldn't have expected Justin to go along with unless he was forced to, and thus it was the perfect time. It was payback for two things actually, so Nick could kill two birds with one stone.

"Do you remember that bet we had ..." Nick thought back to the time he was referring to, "about 8 months

ago?"

Justin's jaw dropped and his face went white. He surely couldn't be talking about what he thought Nick was talking about. He wouldn't dare try .... Seeing the gleam in Nick's eyes, Justin knew he would dare try it. "Oh fuck. Are you serious?" His voice was a whine, Justin's lower lip jutting out in a perfected pout.

"The pout isn't going to work baby. You made me do it. Now I'm going to show you just what it felt like."

Justin crawled across the floor to where Nick was sitting, resting his face in the older man's groin, nuzzling him playfully. "Anything baby. I'll do anything but that..."

"You know. If you hadn't have laughed at me so much, I wouldn't still be so vengeful right now. But you thought it was fucking funny for me to go and do the grocery shopping and chores that day dressed the way I was. So now, you've got to do the same! except..."

"Except what??" Justin's eyes opened wide and his lower lip was quivering in fear. Where could Nick want him to go dressed like ...that?

"I've been invited to this New Year's party. I wasn't going to go because I couldn't really be there with you the way I wanted to. But this way I can." Nick cupped Justin's face in his hands, nothing but love and tenderness in his eyes and touch. "Please baby. I want you to do this for me. It makes me so fucking hot to think of you dressed like that. Especially for me."

Their lips met in a gentle kiss, Nick's tongue probing Justin's as he lapped at the roof of his mouth. He felt Justin moan into the kiss, opening his mouth wider for Nick to fully take control of the kiss. By the time they broke apart, both men were gasping for air, their erections throbbing desperately. "Please?" Nick whispered, nibbling at Justin's lower lip.

He could never deny his lover anything, and this was one of those times. Justin nodded, whimpering softly. "Yes baby. I'll go to your New Year's party with you. Dressed like a woman. Is this what you really want?"

"God J. It's going to be so fucking hot. I've always wanted to see you dressed in drag. Especially knowing that after midnight ...when we get home I'll get to suck your beautiful cock and then fuck you ... the rest of his thought was cut off by Justin's mouth, covering his fiercely, the kiss hard and frantic.

"What am I going to wear?" Justin asked as he pulled away.

"Don't worry about that baby, I got it all planned out."

~~~New Year's Eve 2002~~~~

He'd laid out Justin's clothing and accessories on his bed, leaving the younger man a note to say that he'd be ready downstairs at 7:30. They were getting ready on opposite ends of Nick's house to make sure that they actually got dressed for the party. Knowing them, halfway through one would attack the other and they'd end up spending all night fucking rather than going out to the party, so it was safer if they got ready alone.

Nick arrived down in the den first, wearing a dress shirt, tie and slacks, his coat hanging up in the closet. It wasn't a tux, but it was still rather formal and as he checked himself in the mirror, he was pleased with what he saw. Now, he had to wait for Justin to come down. he really hoped that the younger man didn't change his mind. They both knew that if Justin really didn't want to do it, other arrangements could be made, but Nick wanted him to do this. Wanted THEM to do this together. "Are you ready baby?" He heard Justin call from upstairs, jumping up from where he'd been sitting on the couch.

"Yeah J. I'm ready for you." Nick's palms were sweaty and his heart was racing. He could hear Justin descending down the stairs and saw the long dress flowing around the high heels his lover was wearing. That answered his question of whether he'd gone through with it. Nick felt his dick harden instantly and held his breath as the rest of Justin came into view. It was a long dress, that hugged his torso perfectly and flared out at his waist. All of Justin's tattoos were hidden from view, his bald head hidden by a dark brown curly wig that fell to about his mid back area. His makeup was done to perfection, and if Nick didn't know that it was his lover, his MALE lover standing in front of him, he would never have guessed. He'd thought he was hard before, it was nothing compared to the throbbing mass pressing against his pants' zipper now.

Justin fidgeted nervously, watching Nick's reaction. He hadn't said anything, Nick's eyes roaming his body shamelessly. "So?" He asked, turning around to give Nick the full view.

"Umm ...well .....ummm." Nick was stuttering and he couldn't get his brain to cooperate with his mouth. He'd never expected Justin to look so beautiful. So sexy.

Nick barely flinched when he approached, closing his lover's mouth which was still gaping open. "So Nicky?

Cat got your tongue?"

"So fucking hot J. You are so fucking hot in that dress. That wig..." He could finally talk, wrapping his arms around Justin's waist. They shared a passionate kiss, Nick tasting the bitterness of the lipstick which only heightened the sensations he was experiencing.

Justin knew that Nick didn't fully believe he would come through on his part of things. And honestly, there had been a few times when he'd almost told Nick he couldn't do it and begged him to just stay home. But he knew Nick would have done it for him. Nick HAD done it for him, and thus he wanted to do it for Nick. Plus, he'd be lying to himself if he ignored how hot he got thinking about dressing as a woman, not to mention actually doing it. "Well come on Nicky. We've got a party to go to." Justin allowed Nick to help him into his coat, grabbing the purse that Nick had bought for him to use for the night. "Plus," he added with a grin, "I remember someone saying something about getting my dick sucked and then fucked something fierce when we got home...."

Both men were sure that anyone in a fifty mile radius could hear Nick's growl in response.

Finis