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Luxemburger Queen -- Part 13 13: Diva The celebration after the History exam had to be held outside Frank's house, since his parents hadn't fallen for his idea that 'they should go out more often'. So the boys had gone to see some movie, spending most of the time snogging and fooling around in the last row. Afterwards they strolled around and chatted about everything they could think of. Brian secretly dreamed of holding Frank's hand while walking but didn't dare to try it - they were walking on public streets, after all, even if they were almost deserted. Brian came home too late, almost two hours after his ridiculously strict curfew (ten o'clock, imagine that, for a practically adult boy), which got him grounded for the rest of the weekend, so the planned Saturday afternoon with Frank had to be canceled. Brian spent his weekend sulking in his room, listening to his records at a volume that made his father shout at him through the locked door once every thirty minutes, but as Brian was already grounded he didn't care. He only came out to eat when his parents were already done, then he'd grab some food to take it back to his room. Once he ran into his mother while doing this, who started on a lecture about family life and cooperation, but he just pushed her aside and locked himself in again. Frank wasn't grounded, but he was bored. He couldn't call Brian since he didn't want to rise their parents' suspicions again, so he just stayed at home to read and watch TV; half dreading, half anticipating the next Wednesday - he couldn't wait to see Brian with make-up again (and this time, even in a dress!), but his own masquerade made him feel queasy. He'd look ridiculous! But well, it seemed that was the price he had to pay ... He had the whole weekend to ponder Brian's suggestion, but didn't really dare to think about it. The idea was, uhm, intriguing, but quite scary just as well ... but anyway, he decided to try and acquire some condoms a tube of lubricant before Wednesday, just to be on the safe side ... Monday finally came and Brian left the house far too early, hoping that Frank would do the same so they could meet before classes. He found that he had been right when Frank snatched his arm and dragged him into one of the still deserted corridors for a passionate kiss. "Hi, love," Frank gasped as they finally broke loose. "Hey," breathed Brian and swallowed, "don't exaggerate here, okay, that's quite a long wait till after school ..." "Sorry. Just meant to keep you excited until we have a more private meeting again." Brian smiled. "As if I wasn't excited enough. Have you checked your camera?" "Working as it should." Frank grinned. "Though I'm not too sure about that idea anymore ... seems a bit silly." "Not at all! And you promised, Francine ..." Frank squirmed. "Please, don't call me Francine!" "Francesca, then." "And not Francesca, thanks. Frank will do." Brian sighed in an extremely staged girlish way. "Killjoy!" he growled with a husky voice and grinned. "Cutie," answered Frank and caressed Brian's hair. Brian wrapped his arms around the older boy and pressed himself against him. "Can't we meet today?" he asked, his voice muffled against Frank's neck. "I don't know, Brian, that'd be torture," said Frank. "We have to be careful, you know? I don't want our parents to find out after all!" "So that means no meetings except in drama club?" Brian asked, looking shocked. "Just for a little while, until they've forgotten about Christian's stupid outburst." "Great!" grumbled Brian and pouted. Frank smiled. "We'll survive. For now we've got Wednesday to look forward to." "In your case, yes. In my case, I have to get prepared to face Francesca, and I'm not too convinced I'll manage NOT to get a laughing fit. " Frank punched Brian slightly into the ribs. "Come on now, we'd better get out of here before all the people file in to see us." "And knowing the gits here at school, they'd refuse to pay for it," complained Brian while they strolled back into the entrance hall. Wednesday. At last! Brian had felt like sitting on a thousand ants the whole day. Drama club was a torture. Usually the most anticipated thing in Brian's life, it now became a seemingly endless collection of everlasting minutes. A Frank-less weekend. Monday and Tuesday and Wednesday morning and noon with no more than some kisses and whispered words. Brian knew he was going to die from starvation if their meeting in the basement didn't take place today. Now. Immediately. He needed it. Luckily, his teacher noticed his distraction and decided to concentrate on scenes where he didn't participate or only had a small role, so he didn't have too many chances to blow things. However, when the meeting was over, she called him. "Brian, what's wrong with you today?" she asked. "Have you been in trouble again?" She eyed him suspiciously, searching for signs of another beating. Brian fought hard to suppress his grin. "No, ma'am. Girlfriend." She laughed. "I see. Well, I'm sorry to trouble you then. Off with you! And remember," she called when Brian made for the door, "girls LOVE little presents now and then, and flowers will never be an old-fashioned thing!" "Thanks, I'll keep that in mind!" Brian called back and pretended to rush outside, but took the turn down to the basement when he was sure she didn't watch him. Frank had already descended and was waiting in the dim room. "There you are!" he exclaimed. "I was afraid she'd keep you up there for ages on end." "Nah, she only wanted to make sure I'm not being bullied. Told her I needed to rush to see my girlfriend." Frank chuckled. "Now who's the girl of us two, Bri?" "Both of us today, remember?" Frank grinned. "Of course. But only this once - I think I prefer to watch instead of doing it myself." "So how do we do it?" asked Brian, looking around at the leagues of clothes and the masses of make-up on the shelf. "Well, I'd say we just each pick some stuff and then start," replied Frank, but Brian shook his head: "If we both start dressing and then I look at you, I'm pretty sure I'll be unable to do my eyeliner properly due to heavy laughter." "You're being nasty," said Frank and winked. "But all right. So you want me to start, then? To be the clown, to make a fool out of myself, only to be stunned by your perfect beauty afterwards?" "Exactly," replied Brian softly, a lusty smile around his lips. Frank grinned. "Okay, I can live with that. Come on, help me here." He started to dig through the masses of dresses, skirts and blouses. Brian walked to another row of clothes and examined them. They searched in silence for a while until Brian freed something and presented it to Frank. "Looky looky, Frankie, what about this one?" Frank turned and gaped. "Bri, you can't be serious!" "Why not?" said Brian, pouting, but put the fishnet-dress back where he had taken it from. "Killjoy. I bet you'd look - interesting." "I'd look ridiculous," answered Frank calmly, giving a closer look to a short blue dress with a lot of glitter. "And anyway, I don't want to look like a whore." "Of course you're right, sorry. I'm silly." Brian threw him an apologetic smile. "Yes, you are, and I love it." They continued their search. "Do you like flowers?" Brian asked after a minute. "What?" "She said that girls will always like flowers and I should get some for my girlfriend." Frank laughed helplessly. "No, thanks. And I'm not a girl." "Not yet." Brian grinned and took out another dress. "Here, Frank, this one, please - if it fits you." Frank eyed his boyfriend's new choice. It was a lot better than the first one: a tight, short dress, very simply cut and emerald green. "It'll match with your hair," said Brian shyly. "Since it's a bit reddish, you know? I always think green clothes look great with red hair." "I'll give it a try, then," said Frank with a soft smile. He loved it when Brian forgot about being the bigmouthed nuisance. He stripped himself except for his shorts - noticing a faint blush in Brian's face and that he coyly looked away - and then took the dress to try it. It didn't fit too well, but it wasn't too bad either. Brian eyed him critically. "You don't look half as bad as I suspected." "Disappointed?" "No." Brian grinned. "Nice surprise. Start with the make-up, will you? I'll search my dress while you do it." "Ha! So you get to pick MY dress but choose your own, then?" "Frank, you're trying to be a clown, but I'm working on a piece of art," Brian answered solemnly. "Silly," muttered Frank, but he wasn't really angry. He rummaged through the masses of make-up-articles and then moved in front of the mirror. A joyous exclamation made him turn around after a little while. "Found one?" "Yupp," said Brian, his head disappearing above one of the rows of clothes, "but I won't show until I'm ready." He walked to the shelf and started to pick his make-up utensils, looking at Frank while doing so. "You don't look too bad, you know, for a tranny... but you really don't make a girl." "I know," Frank replied and chuckled, eyeing himself. "No matter what I do, I always look like a guy in girl's clothes." Brian grinned. "You've done this before?" Frank laughed. "As a kid, together with my best friend. I know her since we were in kindergarden." "A girl?" Brian raised his eyebrows with surprise. "Yes, a girl. I do talk to them, you know?" answered Frank with heavy irony. "I happen to like many of them. Just not in - well, THAT kind of way. Anyway, we used to be best friends for quite a while and when we were alone, we'd dress up in our parents' clothes." "Did she crossdress, too?" "Sure." Frank smiled. "She'd pick my dad's suits and I'd pick my mom's favorite dresses, or at times we'd just swap clothes with each other. She's no lesbian, though, if that's what you were implying. Finished school last year and got engaged just two months ago. We're still writing each other, but not very often. Anyway, as I said, even at the age of nine or ten I didn't make a convincing girl, so it's no surprise that it doesn't work now." "Never mind, it's just for the fun of it, right?" Brian threw him a last glance and then disappeared behind the clothes again, arms loaded with various pens, boxes - countless items. "Hey, don't I get to see it at all?" complained Frank. "When I'm done, as I told you!" Brian scowled, but couldn't really suppress a giggle. "There's a small mirror back there where I'll do my stuff, so just get on with yours." Frank sighed. "As you wish, Lady Brianna." He was done a few minutes later after throwing a last controlling glance into the mirror. Nice tranny indeed. He grinned and took out his camera, checking the film and testing the flash by taking a shot of the shelf. "Hey, no pictures yet!" complained Brian from the depths of the room. "Just testing. Do you need any help?" "You just want to peek!" Brian's voice sounded sulky. "And no, thanks, I am able to become a girl all by myself, thank you very much." Frank smiled and shook his head, amused; then he sat down on the floor, took a book out of his bag and began to read. Faintly, he could hear Brian dropping and picking up things, accompanied by occasional muffled curses. "Are you sure you're getting on with it?" he asked after a while. "Stop disturbing me and I'll be ready soon enough." Frank chuckled. "A diva already, are we?" "Shut up!" Brian's voice clearly sounded amused. After a minute, he added: "And anyway, I need to practice. Can't become a Hollywood star by being nice." "No, usually you have to do some cocksucking and asslicking." "Well, I can practice that on you later, can't I?" Brian giggled. "Oh, damn it!" he then exclaimed. "What?" "Nothing. Smudged the eyeliner - again." "Okay, I'll just stop talking to you until you're done, okay?" Since Brian didn't answer, Frank assumed that was probably the best idea indeed. After another five minutes, Brian spoke again: "Hopefully you're not expecting something Madonna or Kylie here, this is more the Scarlett-O'Hara-style..." "You must be kidding!" Frank stood up, staring expectantly in the direction of Brian's voice. "Yes, I am, sort of at least. There's no corset in the whole room so it's not very authentic, you know?" Frank grimaced. "Stop teasing or kidding, just come out, will you?" He could hear Brian sigh, but the sound revealed more nervousness than annoyance. "Okay. You've been warned." A smallish figure emerged from behind the clothes. The dim light of the lamps illuminated the deeply red long dress which almost went down to the floor, cut tightly around the narrow body but flowing richly around his legs so that they disappeared entirely under the silky fabric; the sudden change from the tight bodice to the flowing fabric suggested curves that weren't really there. Frank gulped and stared as Brian came further into the light. He had combed his hair away from his face where it usually hang in a dark, unkempt tangle, and he had fixed it with some hairpins so that it'd stay behind his ears. His eyes were very discreetly lined, but his lashes were the longest, thickest and blackest Frank had ever seen, framing the intense eyes which seemed greenish in the bad lighting of the room and contrasting with the pale, smooth skin. The soft mouth was painted deeply red matching entirely the color of the dress, and the fingernails gleamed whitish, almost modest compared to the entire appearance and by this only adding to the astounding sighed. Frank just swallowed hard and stared some more, unable to speak. "So, what do you think?" Brian nervously broke the silence after a little while. Frank cleared his voice and blinked. "Wow." That was all he could convince his throat to produce. "Yes?" "Uh-huh!" Brian moved to the mirror to examine himself. "Only a small mirror over there," he explained. He looked at his reflection, smiled and turned himself a bit to the left and right. "Yepp, not bad at all, I think." "Are you kidding?" Frank whispered hoarsely. "Jesus, Bri, I know girls who'd kill to look like that!" "Yeah, too bad we don't live in Shakespearean times anymore or I could make a fortune as a convincing actor for female roles..." "You bet on it! You're hot!" Brian turned to look at him and smiled softly. "Thanks." "I mean it." "I know. And I mean it, too. Thanks." "You know, I really look like a clown in this," Frank then said with a sigh. Brian shrugged. "So what? It was fun, wasn't it? Come on, let's take the picture, okay?" They took several, just to be on the safe side, using different flashes and posing together and alone as well. "That'll do," Frank decided after a while. "Is it okay for you if I change back - or rather, dress up as someone fitting your appearance?" Brian chuckled. "Go on, Rhett. But hurry, remember we must reach Tara this evening..." Frank quickly removed his make-up and replaced his dress with an old-fashioned suit. Two more pictures together like that and the film was full. "Is that a long-lasting lipstick, by the way?" Frank asked while putting his camera back into his bag. "Oh, but sir, what an indecent question to ask," Brian replied in his most girlish tone, which was very convincing indeed. "Well, pretty, face it: I'm going to kiss you anyway," Frank said with his best macho Marlon Brando-imitation, "but if you decide to get along, we could have some fun here." "You're not being nice, sir!" "Yeah, and you like that, don't you, babe?" They both broke out into chuckles and then reached out for each other to kiss. The taste of lipstick during the kiss was quite unusual for Frank, but he liked it. He couldn't convince himself to close his eyes although he usually did so when kissing, but he couldn't stop watching Brian's closed eyes with these unbelievable lashes. While his tongue roamed in Brian's mouth, the younger boy moaning slightly beneath his lips, he wondered how Brian had managed to make his eyes look like that - so captivating even when closed. "When can we be together again?" whispered Brian when they broke the kiss to breathe. "I'll try to get my parents out of the house again this weekend," muttered Frank, exasperated, and then teasingly licked Brian's lips as an invitation to another kiss, to which Brian eagerly agreed. Tightly hugging each other, bodies pressed against each other, lips and tongues entwined with passion, it was only the creaking of the door that told them someone had invaded their privacy. [In every good spec there must be at least one crucial cliffhanger, right? ;-)] Prev | Next Home |