Jake C. Wallace: Tease Me Thursday!

Welcome to another week of Tease Me Thursday! Here we show you 7 - seven words, seven sentences, or seven paragraphs. Read my snippet and then check out the other authors on the hop!

This is from my short story Pink Lace and Stolen Hearts, which is the story I wrote for the Goodreads’ Love’s Landscape event. First, read the beautiful prompt I chose and see the picture that came with it.

Prompt and Picture

Dear Author,

This is my roommate and best friend, Greg. He’s been depressed, and maybe even suicidal, ever since his boyfriend found out that he likes to wear feminine underwear, especially the sheer styles like the one in the picture above. He was so in love with that loser. He even told me that he was holding off from having sex until they got to know one another, because he wanted it to be perfect. He’s old-fashioned that way— a history major who’s enthralled with the history of dating and romantic relationships throughout the centuries. He believed he could find his own Prince Charming and have a Happily Ever After romance. Because he’s a bit embarrassed and unsure of himself about his underwear fetish, he’d always wear “tighty whities” when he was with Simon, or Simple Simon as I like to call him in my mind. Why Simon never questioned that a flamboyant gay man like Greg would wear simple white briefs, I’ll never know.

When Greg started to feel comfortable in their relationship, and was ready to go all the way, he finally got up the nerve to wear his favorite pair of undies—a silky smooth, sheer lace, pink bikini with tiny embroidered roses. He was hoping to please Simon, but when he saw them, Simon became enraged, smacking Greg in the face, calling him sick, and storming out the door.

Now, there’s Greg standing at the railing, looking at nothing in particular, lost, forlorn, sad, all the things that I don’t want him to be. I love him— as a friend, and maybe even more, though I’ve never told him. I’m straight, at least I think I am, but when I first saw him in a pair of pretty powder blue panties, I swear my heart skipped a beat, and I think I even drooled a little. My reaction made me question my own sexuality, but I haven’t explored anything further with him. I’m happy that he trusted me enough to reveal his secret to me, but now my heart is broken for him due to Simon’s rejection.

Greg is so special, so wonderful, please dear author, give him a love story, even if it can’t be with me. He deserves to find happiness with someone who loves him unconditionally and appreciates all the facets of his personality.

Sincerely,

Barb ~rede-2-read~

Excerpt from Pink Lace and Stolen Hearts

My gaze was plastered on that black sheer fabric encasing a perfectly round ass. This was so unfair. For months, I’d struggled, wishing away those thoughts and feelings, trying to ignore how my body reacted to memories of Greg in those fucking panties, yet here he was sporting another pair—another mouthwatering pair. My hands itched to touch that sheer material, longed to run my hands over his warm skin, and that wasn’t right. I didn’t think being gay was wrong. To me love was love, but I wasn’t gay. I just wasn’t.

Suddenly, Greg turned, as if he’d sensed I was there, and I caught a glimpse of the pink pouch of the thong cradling his package. The only thing that came to mind seeing his hard, lean body was “beautiful.” I thought a man was beautiful. No, I thought Greg was beautiful.

When I caught sight of Greg’s face, tears readily rolling down his cheeks, all thoughts of him in those sheer underwear fled. A red mark covered his cheek, bright and highly visible despite the hazy, grey light of the room. Instead of feeling discomfort over seeing those tears, I felt enraged.

“What the fuck?” I growled and rushed to him, unable to avoid scowling. As I neared, he ducked his head, his shoulders quaking, the muscles of his stomach contracting with each jagged inhale and exhale.

Putting my hand under his chin, I gently raised his head. His eyes, desperate for something—I wasn't sure exactly what—searched my face.

“What happened?” I asked, although I had a pretty good idea what with Simon missing.

With those words, he crumbled before me, sobbing gasps, his anguish so palpable I felt it in my very cells. He looked so lost, arms wrapped tight around his chest, shaking and so ready to fragment.

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