Night Out

Part 1 – The Return of the Red Pants

“It’s Friday night, let’s go out to a club,” Will said
suddenly.

Don choked on the beer he was drinking and Will had to pound
him on the back. Don put his beer bottle
on the side table and hoped he’d heard Will wrong.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Don wanted a nice quiet evening on the couch,
with a movie, some pizza, and maybe a relaxing blowjob.

“Didn’t mean to startle you,” Will laughed.

“A club?” Don said
warily.

“Yeah, you know, drinks, dancing.”

“Dancing?” Don
croaked in horror.

Will gave him a curious look.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “That’s right, dancing.”

“You mean in public?
With other people around?”

Will grinned wickedly and Don knew he was in trouble.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Yes, in public, with lots and lots of people
around.”

“I don’t really feel like it tonight,” Don said, trying to
sound casual, but it was too late for that.

“You and I are going dancing tonight,” Will said firmly,
standing up from the couch. “I bet
you’re a great dancer.”

“Then you’ll lose that bet,” Don groaned.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “I can’t dance at all.”

“Don’t believe you,” Will said, dragging Don to his
feet. “Dancing is all about rhythm and
body awareness.” He pulled Don
close. “And I know you’re an expert at
both.”

Don reached up to kiss Will, hoping to distract him, but
Will moved away.

“Later,” Will said with a grin.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Later, I won’t be able to resist.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Now, to get dressed.”

Don looked down at his faded jeans and T-shirt.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “What’s wrong with this?”

“Too beer-bar-ish. We
wouldn’t get through the door at Ion.”

“What’s that?”

“The hottest gay bar in town, babe.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> With an entire dance floor full of delicious,
sweaty men.”

Don blinked. This was
starting to sound not too bad. He’d get
a drink at the bar, enjoy watching the men dance, and watching Will dance, then
they could come home and deal with the inevitable hard-on.

Will led Don into their bedroom and opened the closet.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> From the back of the closet, Will pulled out
a pair of pants that Don had never noticed before.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> They were dark red, leather, and looked
several sizes too small for him.

Will grinned. “These
pants get me into any club in town. And
as many propositions as I can handle.”

“I think I should outlaw those then,” Don grumbled and
grabbed for the pants.

Will laughed and held the pants away.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> He got out a white button-down shirt and
began to change clothes.

Don stared as he realized that Will was going to wear
nothing underneath the red pants. He
swallowed. The pants hugged every inch
of Will’s lower body, outlining his muscular legs, gorgeous ass, and
substantial crotch package. “Definitely
outlaw those pants,” Don said huskily.
“There is no way I’m gonna let you go into a room of hungry men wearing
those.”

Will laughed. “You’ll
just have to come and fend them off.”
Will put on the loose, white shirt and buttoned it most of the way up,
offering just a tantalizing glimpse of his smooth, muscular chest.

“I’m bringing an RPG,” Don said.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “And a shitload of grenades.”

“Now for you…” Will frowned thoughtfully.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Your black jeans, the ones that fit your ass
so nice. And this shirt.”style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Will pulled out a button-down shirt in royal
blue microfiber.

Don quickly changed into the clothes – with underwear.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> Will unbuttoned an extra button on Don’s
shirt then whistled.

“Damn, Eppes, I’m gonna have to be fighting them off of
you.”

“Well, good,” Don said, though he wasn’t convinced. “Serves
you right.”

“C’mon, babe,” Will said with a grin.style='mso-spacerun:yes'> “Let’s go knock ‘em dead.”