An Honest Opinion

Absolutely, totally, 100% never happened. Well, the costume exists, but that's about it.

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Something had to be up. Jacob had peeked around the doorframe, uttered a "Psst!" for a passing Josh to get in the room, and said something about previewing his outfit for this week's show. But when Josh stepped in, all he saw Jacob wearing was a smile and the bathrobe with his name stitched in the corner.

Something had to be up.

The older man closed the door and leaned against it with a smirk. "Jacob, nice an idea as it is, I doubt it'd be very professional-"

The rocker shook his head and chuckled, "Nuh-uh. Even better." He turned his back to Josh and began imitating cheesy burlesque music as he undid the robe, wiggling his hips in the manner Josh had become familiar with. He had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from laughing.

"Ta-da!" Jacob spun back and dropped the robe to reveal-

Josh pressed himself deeper against the door and tried not to swallow his tongue. Half of what he wanted to say went against his upbringing; all he could choke out was, "You...can't...be serious...Jacob?"

It was evident by the smile on the young man's face he was dead serious about this one-piece shiny blue cat suit that clung like a second skin, with a deep V-cut on his chest. There was one area in particular Josh had to keep his eyes from lingering on too long...

"How do I look?" Jacob twirled in place (giving Josh a clear view of just how tight the suit really was), wanting an honest opinion. The older man had to swallow before saying the first thing that came to mind:

"You look...like Freddy Mercury's long-lost illegitimately cloned son."

"Suh-weet!" Jacob turned to the mirror on the closet door, striking dramatic poses and shaking his hips from time to time in what Josh was sure was a tease. Shocked as he was, he still couldn't stop his lingering eyes...

"Will the producers let you get away with that?"

"They already have." Jacob stood with one leg bent and his hands on his hips, a defiant pose that made Josh have to look away.

He sputtered, "Wouldn't a Thin White Duke suit be more appropriate?"

"Wrong Bowie era, Joshua my man." The young rocker strutted to the door, stopping barely an inch from Josh and standing at full attention- and I mean full.

If you were doing this to drive me crazy on purpose, congratulations Jacob, you succeeded. He turned his head back to see Jacob's bright green eyes staring right at him, into him. The only sound he heard was his heartbeat, slow but furious, and there was that particularly heated feeling stirring that didn't want to go away...and oddly enough, Josh didn't want it to go away either.

You bad boy. He slowly reached a hand out- slowly, so he could tease Jacob the way he'd been teased- and clasped it on the young man's hip. The suit was cool and smooth under his fingers, and he preferred to imagine he could feel Jacob's skin underneath. The obvious question finally formed on his lips, asked in a low and unknowingly seductive tone. "You don't have underwear on, do you?"

Jacob tilted his head, his expression changing to one of a curious kitten, one of his several ways to be funny. "Jakey no understand big word."

"Is that so?" Josh clasped his free hand on the rocker's other hip, which somehow gave Jacob the cue to step closer and press his body as tightly against Josh's as possible. The older man closed his eyes and moaned as his suspicions about Jacob's wardrobe were confirmed. "Oh, my...oh, Jacob..." He slid his hands around until they cupped the young man's backside, clutching tightly as if he wanted to drive Jacob into him right now.

"Now that's what I call an honest opinion." Jacob cupped his hands around Josh's back as well and began kissing along the older man's jaw line. He murmured, "You think this is hot, wait 'til you see the makeup."

"Mmm..." Josh opened his eyes again, rubbed his hands around, and bucked his hips at the intense feeling. "How do you get into this suit?"

Jacob slid his hands up to grasp the older man's shoulders, then lifted a leg to wrap around Josh's waist and grinded his own hips. Any inner strength Josh had crumbled away completely when he heard Jacob's warm voice whisper in his ear:

"You could start by carrying me to that bed over there."