Paparino's Piccolo Gattino

Shortly after returning to North Carolina from their Thanksgiving trip to Andy’s childhood home, Ash was dragged out to a party thrown by his friends. They were only inviting a couple other friends of theirs to celebrate a semester well done since exam week was coming up soon, and they all had their classes in the bag, so to speak. Considering how he’d protected him on the very first day of school, the band director trusted CC to keep an eye on his boyfriend and make sure nothing happened to him.

While he was out at said party, it’d been agreed between them that he’d move all of the teen’s stuff from the room he was currently occupying to the master bedroom. Since they were in a relationship now, and no longer merely roommates, they decided it would make more sense if they shared a room. Considering that he already slept in the master bedroom with his lover, all that remained to be done was to move Ash’s stuff in there unless it was a big or musical item. Because he didn’t go out and enjoy himself nearly as much as his lover had in the past, Andy’d agreed to get the job done while he was at the party, which he was perfectly fine with.

Once his sweetheart had left, he locked the front door so no one could sneak in unless they had a key, turned on the stereo that had the CD with all his favorite KISS songs on it inside, and got to work. He moved all the little trinkets and whatnot on top of his dresser and nightstand to the master bedroom first, then decided to put his bedding aside from pillows in storage for the time being.

That didn’t take very long at all, and before he knew it, he was moving all of his clothes from his closet and dresser to the closet and dresser they’d now share. In the closet he found much the same attire he wore himself, which was mostly skinny jeans of assorted colors and band tees. Some were ripped, others faded, and a few more still that weren’t damaged at all and looked brand new. He supposed it didn’t really matter if they mixed up their shirts from time to time, considering that they were practically the same and wore relatively the same size. Their jeans, on the other hand, were a different story since Andy was taller and his sweetheart was still growing, to boot.

“What is this fuckery?” he asked himself, shocked as he started cleaning out his dresser.

In the top drawer, where one would expect to find a person’s underwear, he found underwear, all right, but not the kind he would’ve expected. On one side of the drawer were the typical boxers and boxer-briefs he’d expect a guy to wear, but on the other…well, that was a different story. He found both thongs and women’s panties, which he thought was odd, especially for a gay guy.

Shaking his head, Andy decided not to think anything of it for the moment and to ask his sweetheart when he got home from the party later. Surely there was a good reason as to why he had women’s undergarments in his dresser when he was neither a woman, nor straight. After taking them to the master bedroom, where he put away the male undergarments and left the female ones on the foot of the bed, he moved on to the next drawer and was equally shocked. In it, he found both socks that he’d expect a guy to wear, as well as garters and stockings that were obviously from the women’s department, as well.

Once again, he put away what he knew was from the men’s department and left out what was from the women’s, then went back to empty the final drawer. In it was the biggest shock of all, as far as he was concerned, and he was beginning to question Ash’s sanity. He found both wife-beaters that looked old and worn, like they’d be used as sleepwear and nothing else, but on the other side of the drawer, he found transparent baby dolls that were, once again, obviously women’s lingerie.

“Okay, either my sweetheart’s been lying to me, or he’s got one helluva weird fetish that he hasn’t told me about,” Andy sighed, taking the clothing to the master bedroom.

Just as he finished putting the wife-beaters on one side of the last drawer Ash would use, having left the baby dolls on the foot of the bed with the garters, stockings, thongs, and panties, he heard the front door open. Since his CD had stopped playing a short while ago, he knew that meant his sweetheart was back home from the party, considering that no one but the two of them had a key to any of the doors of the house. He decided that he’d go greet him in the living room, that way he wouldn’t be any more embarrassed than he had to be when he realized that he knew about what he’d apparently been trying to hide from him.

“Hey there, Ashes,” he said, wrapping his arms around his waist as he locked the front door. “You have fun at the party?”

“I was a little uncomfortable, and one of their friends, Ronnie, tried hitting on me, but other than that, it was great,” Ash answered, turning in his embrace to give him a kiss.

“Do I need to kick this Ronnie character’s ass?” Andy asked, his tone half joking, half serious.

“Nah. CC already took care of that,” he chuckled. “Ronnie wouldn’t leave me alone and his protective nature kicked in.”

“Well, hopefully that’ll teach him a lesson,” he laughed.

“I’m tired and ready to go to bed.” He had to stop to let out a yawn he couldn’t stifle. “You get my stuff moved, or is there more to be moved tomorrow?”

“Actually, I finished moving it, but there’s something I wanna talk to you about,” he told him.

In his sleepy state, he apparently didn’t realize he’d found his stash of women’s lingerie.

“Sweetheart, you haven’t been lying about your sexuality or loving me, have you?” Andy asked, deciding to just be blunt.

“What? No!” he said defensively, rearing back as if he’d slapped him. “Why would I do that?”

“Well, I’m not you, so I wouldn’t know.” He shrugged, but cocked a brow. “Okay, if that’s not the case, have you got any fetishes?”

“What the fuck is a fetish?” Ash countered, appearing confused.

“Something that turns you on and, usually, gets you off,” the older man answered. “We’ll use myself as an example here. One of my personal fetishes is having my hair pulled and my neck bitten at the same time. Major turn-on and, when used at the right time during a…sexual escapade, if you will, it’ll get me off.”

“Oh, I see,” he said, nodding.

“Some people have fetishes for leather, warm wax, and various other things. Hell, even cross-dressing can be counted as a fetish.”

The teen’s eyes suddenly widened, then he ducked his head to hide a blush as he groaned miserably.

“Ashes, what’s wrong?” Andy asked, sitting next to him on the couch.

“You found the women’s lingerie in my drawer, didn’t you?” he countered, refusing to look at him.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” He used a thumb under his chin to lift his head up. “I’m not looking down on you for having, or even wearing, it. If that’s your personal fetish, I’m not gonna knock it.”

“I didn’t want you to know because I thought you’d think I’m a freak,” Ash said miserably.

“Listen to me. I don’t give a damn what your fetishes, if you have any, are unless we’re using them in our bedroom,” the older man insisted. “I’m not gonna think you’re a freak for wearing women’s clothes, whether it’s for a sexual encounter or just as pajamas, if that’s what you like and it makes you comfortable. That’d be no better than you looking down on me when I say that I have a fetish for bondage.”

“Y-you h-have a b-bondage f-fetish?” he stuttered, appearing to be afraid of him.

“I like binding a lover as much as I like being bound, but that’s one of the things I won’t go near if my partner doesn’t want to,” he swore. “If we ever go so far as to have a sexual encounter together, if you want nothing to do with bondage, or anything otherwise kinky, I respect that and won’t push you into it, sweetheart.”

Ash looked a bit uncertain, but eventually nodded his agreement. “I don’t really like the idea of bondage because my mother…she used to chain me to the basement walls and…and…”

“If you don’t wanna talk about it, you don’t have to,” Andy reminded him.

“No, you need to know why I don’t really like the idea of that.” He paused and took a deep breath. “She used to chain me to the basement walls back in Missouri when she was both drunk and high. If she wasn’t the one shoving inanimate objects into a place that, at the time, I didn’t want them, she was letting whatever dealer she had over rape me until I had to stay out of school for a month to recover.”

“What?!” The band director reared back as if not only slapped, but decked hard enough to be knocked into next week. “Why the Hell didn’t you tell me this earlier? That could’ve been one, if not two, more charges filed against her to make sure she never saw the light of day again!”

“Because I was scared, Andy! I’m still scared, if you want me to be honest.”

He merely cocked a brow at him in confusion, waiting for him to continue.

“Because of my past, I’m scared to death that, no matter how much you love me, you’re gonna do the same things she either did, or allowed to happen to me.”

“Oh, Ashes.” Andy wrapped his arms tightly around him and held his head to his chest as tears began to stream down his cheeks. “After having been abused in the exact same ways as you, even worse, unless you still haven’t told me the full story, I’d be a hypocrite to do that to you myself.”

Nodding against his chest, he decided that it was probably better to trust him, considering that he’d done nothing contrary to something he’d told him he would or wouldn’t do to date, than to call him a liar. He still might not have his full trust, even after nearly three months of dating and nearly four of knowing one another, but it was better than not trusting him at all. A relationship wasn’t a relationship without honesty, respect, and trust, and that wasn’t counting love, but both of them were well aware that it took time to gain the latter from a romantic partner, especially after pasts like theirs.

After calming his sweetheart down, Andy suggested they head on to bed since they were both tired and needed their rest. The teen nodded sleepily, stretching his arms above his head as he yawned once again, then allowed him to help him up off the couch. He then wrapped his arm around his sweetheart’s shoulders and allowed him to rest his head on his shoulder as they walked down the hall to the master bedroom.

When they got in there, Ash blushed when he realized that all of his lingerie was laying out on the foot of the bed and he nearly ripped him a new one until he explained why. He told him that, before their conversation in the living room, he hadn’t known if these were trophies, of sorts, from past escapades that he’d been hiding from him, along with the truth about his sexuality, or if they were part of a fetish he hadn’t told him about. Because of his lack of knowledge, as far as it was concerned, he didn’t want to put them away if it turned out to be the former, nor throw them away if it turned out to be the latter.

Seeing the point he was obviously trying to make, he nodded his agreement as he released a sigh at the thought of getting them organized once again. Andy told him to pick out whatever he planned to wear to bed tonight, given that he could clearly see that he wanted to wear one of his baby doll sets, and he’d help him get them put away real quick before they went to bed. Looking at everything that was spread across the foot of the bed, he selected a hot-pink transparent baby doll that had interwoven flowers in the design, a black ribbon below what would normally be the bustline with a small bow where a woman’s cleavage would normally be. There was a matching thong that he also grabbed, blushing as he disappeared into the master bathroom to change.

“Sweetheart, you don’t have to be embarrassed about your fetish,” Andy chuckled as he came back, halfheartedly trying to tug the hemline of the baby doll down a bit.

“I can’t help it,” he said miserably, still blushing. “You’re the only person who knows about it.”

“Well, even if I stumbled across it by accident, I’m flattered to be the first and only person besides you who knows,” the older man told him, his voice a bit husky as he wrapped his arms around his waist from behind and kissed his cheek.

“Aaaandyyyy,” Ash moaned softly, leaning his head back as his lover pressed his crotch to his ass. “Don’t tease me if you’re not gonna do anything.”

“Whether we do anything or not is up to you,” he assured him. “However, no matter how horny I am, I’m tired. Let’s get your stuff organized, then head to bed for sleep.”

“Mmm. Maybe I’ll still have the courage over the weekend, then,” the teen sighed.

Nodding his agreement, Andy took his dirty clothes from him and took them over to the hamper by the closet door while he began their task. He then opened the drawers and began handing him each item and let him put them in the drawers however he saw fit, which cut down on the amount of time it took for them to get it accomplished. Once all of his lingerie was once again stored in the drawers the way he wanted them, they agreed that it was past time to head off to bed. It was easily close to one in the morning, and they’d already stayed up a good hour, hour and a-half later than originally planned.

Once in bed together, Ash sighed softly as he snuggled himself against his lover, whom had his arm wrapped possessively and protectively around his waist. He gently kissed his temple and wished him a good night’s sleep and sweet dreams as he reached over to turn the lamp off, then settled down as well. It wasn’t long after the lamp was turned off and they settled down that sleep overcame the both of them.

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