Derek was staring at this little tableau until he felt a hand on his arm. He looked down at Cassie, who shook her head. “They’re really cute, but I doubt your straight boy mind can handle it. Being a yaoi girl, of course the whole thing makes me want to squeal and do a victory dance…”
“Yaoi? What’s that?” Derek asked in puzzlement.
She grinned at him. “Trust me,” she replied. “You do NOT want to know.”
Parker drew away a little, making Chad blink down at him. “We can’t make out in the lobby, much as I’d like to,” he remarked softly.
Chad glanced rather wildly around, realizing that they were out in public where anybody could see them. He heard Parker laugh, then the other man said: “Let’s go and do something to take our minds off of it, hmm? There’s a video game competition going on right now – people playing Clone Wars. Do you want to go and watch it?”
“Sure,” he croaked.
Parker nodded, looking over his shoulder at his friend. “Do you want to come with us, Cass, or are you guys going to go and do something else?”
She snorted. “As if. I LOVE standing around watching other people do stuff…honestly, I don’t know why you guys are into that kind of thing. Because most sports are the same thing – standing around watching other people do stuff. It boggles my mind, seriously.” She tilted her head and glanced up at Derek. “I’m betting that you like that, too? Standing around watching other guys play video games?”
He shrugged helplessly, making her roll her eyes. “Fine, we’ll go and watch the tournament,” she said. “Just for you, Stormy,” she went on, patting his arm much as she had Parker’s earlier.
He looked delighted by her words and gesture. Parker concealed a grin as he turned to Chad. “Come on. We need to find a good spot to stand in so that we can see everything,” then, to Chad’s shock, Parker reached out and took a hold of his hand. He froze, staring down at their twined fingers with wide eyes.
Parker’s lips twitched again as he waited patiently for Chad to recover somewhat from his shock. But he didn’t release the other man’s hand, and after a bit Chad pulled himself together a little. He didn’t say anything as Parker began to lead him away toward the room where the video game tournament was taking place, and Cassie smiled at their retreating backs as she looked up at Derek. “Well, let’s go after them,” she remarked. “But no hand holding until after our second date. You got that?”
He nodded very rapidly. She chuckled. He followed as she walked away, his eyes trying to stay at shoulder level but not entirely succeeding. He just had such a great unobstructed view of her ass! What was a man to do? Seriously what red-blooded heterosexual male WOULDN’T look unless they were blind or dead?
Parker was still holding his hand. Chad just stood there feeling the warmth of the other man’s palm on his own, not knowing quite what to do or think. No guy had ever held his hand before this. He stared blindly at the big screen TVs in front of them, which were showing the video games being played by more than half a dozen intent gamers. Anything could have been going on on those screens right now. They could have been showing a snuff film and he still wouldn’t have reacted.
What was that? Oh man, a thumb was slowly beginning to caress over the top of his hand! He glanced wildly down, then up into Parker’s gleaming brown eyes. He gulped, his mouth going dry and his cock twitching in his jeans. ‘I will not get a boner, I will not get a boner, I will not get a boner!’ he chanted frantically in his head. It wouldn’t have been so bad when he was still wearing the armor; he could have hidden an erection. But not in these tight jeans. Man, would he be embarrassed if someone saw him sporting wood!
Parker sensed Chad’s struggles and was rather amused by them. It was bad of him, he knew, to tease the other man like this. But he just loved the way Chad blushed and started breathing heavy when his thumb ran over the bare skin atop the hand he was still holding. And it wasn’t as though he weren’t suffering too – his smuggler’s pants were getting a little tight at the crotch. He could easily have dragged the tall geek off to find a private place for them to hump like rabbits together – but he wasn’t going to do that. He’d meant what he’d said to Chad in the car. He was going to prove to the other man that he was an honorable guy, that he could keep it in his pants for the rest of the weekend. No matter how hard that was to do…
Cassie craned her neck. “I can’t see anything,” she complained. “Damn it, I hate being short!”
Derek looked uncertain. “Do you want to go somewhere else?” he asked. “I mean, what’s the point of hanging around if you can’t see anything?”
She looked up at him. “You’re more of a gentleman than I would have given you credit for, Stormy,” she said gratefully. “It’s sweet. If you don’t mind, let’s get out of here and find something else to do.”
“I don’t mind,” he replied stoutly. “Whatever you want to do is fine by me.”
Cassie giggled as they left the room together. “You’re great husband material, Derek,” she teased him. “You’ve got the ‘whatever you say, honey’ thing down pat already.”
Chad strutted down the runway, cradling his laser rifle in his arms. He paused at the end, looking out over the crowd gathered to watch the costume contest. His eyes scanned the faces, finally landing on a familiar handsome one sitting two rows back. Parker was smiling, and he lifted his hand a little to show Chad that he was here and watching as his boyfriend showed off his marvelous costume. Derek and Cassie were sitting beside him, and Chad felt his chest swell with pride. Derek hooted and raised a triumphant fist in the air, while Cassie rolled her eyes at his excited behavior. Chad took a deep breath and let the mantel of Boba Fett fall over him. He WAS the fearsome bounty hunter, come down to Earth briefly to show off his armor to these pitiful humans.
He lifted the rifle slightly in a salute to the crowd, then turned and strode back up the walkway while cheers range out behind him. He was on top of the world, giddy with excitement and pride. He reached the stage and turned left behind the curtain, while the next person in the show brushed past him with a cold look directed his way. All the other contestants knew that Chad was the one to beat. He stood there taking deep breaths. An Elvin ranger standing nearby snorted. “I don’t know why we’re bothering,” he remarked dryly. “He’s got us all beat.” He waved a hand at Chad as he said this.
He grinned behind his mask exultantly. Man, this was so cool! All of his hard work had paid off! And he’d actually met somebody at the Con, too – somebody who didn’t just want to jump his bones and never call him again afterward. He felt like a boxer who’d taken a hard blow to the head. Punch drunk. He was shaking, and glad he was wearing his concealing armor. He watched as the rest of the contestants left went one-by-one to strut their stuff on the catwalk. Finally the last one took her stroll, and the MC called out to the crowd: “Well, that’s it folks. Let’s give a big hand to all of our contestants and their awesome costumes!” Cheers and clapping broke out, swelling for a moment into a crescendo. Then the MC continued: “Let’s have everybody out on the stage, line up so our judges can make their decision. Come on, guys!”
All of the contestants walked back out onto the stage to form a long line, making more cheering start. The five judges sitting behind a table were writing on cards in front of them. Chad felt sweat break out on his hands from sheer nervousness. He took comfort in Parker’s presence out there in the audience, and stood tall. They all waited while the judges finished what they were doing, and the MC went down to take the cards so he could read out the names of the winners. Chad swallowed heavily, his fingers spasming on his laser rifle as the MC returned to the stage and his mike. “Okay, guys, time to announce the winners!” he called. “Not that everybody here isn’t a winner; these are some awesome costumes! Aren’t they, folks?”
More cheering and clapping. The MC consulted the judges’ cards. “All right! First off, we have the fourth place winner, Jenny Firth for her Gaelic priestess costume!” The girl in question squealed and ran down the catwalk in a wash of flowy, draping fabric to take the ribbon he handed her, as well as the gift card that she’d won for getting Fourth Place in the contest.
The MC leered at her breasts openly, and then consulted the card once more. “Okay, in Third Place, we have Brett Seager for his Elvin ranger outfit!” The guy who’d made that comment about Chad walked forward down the catwalk, looking resigned to third place. He accepted the ribbon and his gift card with equanimity, as the MC hurried them onward (he obviously didn’t care about a male contestant, even though said contestant was wearing tights). “And now, for Second Place! That would be…” he consulted the cards, and Chad felt his stomach roll inside of him. “Kwon Li Han for his Battlestar Galactica costume,” he said, and Chad both simultaneously relaxed and became even more nervous at the same time. The Second Place contest walked up to claim his rewards, showing the brown and gold pilot’s uniform he was wearing. His helmet was tucked under his arm now, and he beamed at the crowd. Second Place was nothing to sneeze at in a costume contest with so many entrants.
“It’s time, everybody!” The MC called in excitement. “Time for the Grand Prize Winner! The prize is going to a movie premiere and a free dinner afterward at a four star restaurant! So let’s see who the judges picked! Let’s see…the winner is…” Chad felt sick. He was going to heave his guts out all over the stage – or at least all over the inside of his helmet, anyway. His eyes went out to the crowd, and Parker gave him a reassuring look as though he could see Chad looking at him even through the helmet. He felt a little better as the MC paused dramatically and then said: “The winner is…Chad Walinski, for his amazing Boba Fett costume! Come up here, Chad, and get your ribbon!” he called out into the mike.
Amid a torrent of cheers (and he noticed distantly that Parker, Cassie, and Derek had all jumped to their feet and were yelling wildly) he walked on trembling legs down the catwalk to where the MC waited with his ribbon and his prize. He got many envious looks directed his way, but he didn’t care. He’d won! He’d hoped that he might, but to have it actually happen…he couldn’t believe it! And he’d get to go to the film premiere with Parker! He stopped and reached out with shaking hands fro the blue ribbon with the ‘1st Place’ on it, and the vouchers for the premiere as well as the restaurant. The MC shook his hand (rather awkwardly because of his gloves). “Congratulations, Chad!” He called.
“Thank you,” Chad replied, awkwardly holding both his laser rifle and the vouchers now. He looked out over the crowd and slowly nodded his head in that gesture that Boba Fett had displayed. More cheering broke out, and he felt like a man walking on air. Afterward, he left the stage and found Parker, Cassie, and Derek waiting for him by the entrance.
“Chad!” Derek yelled, slapping him on the arm. “Oh, man, this is so awesome! You did it, dude!”
“Yeah,” he said, grinning (he’d removed his helmet). Cassie smiled at him. “I’m so glad for you, Chad,” she said sincerely. “That is a really great costume. You deserved to win.”
“Thanks, Cassie,” he said breathlessly. His green eyes met Parker’s brown ones. “You did great, Chad, but I’m not surprised,” Parker told him. “I knew you’d win. So, are you ready to wear a tuxedo to the premiere?”
Chad shook his head. “No,” he said, making his boyfriend laugh.
“Let’s go and get something to eat to celebrate your victory, eh?” he remarked. “Come on, guys.” They left the room where the costume contest had taken place and headed for the restaurant. While it was expensive, it would be easier to eat there than to drive somewhere else. And Parker told them that he was going to be paying today, giving Chad a stern look as he said this. Riding the high of his win, Chad didn’t mind much. He only shrugged as they walked toward the restaurant past chattering groups of Con-goers. They ate a relaxed lunch, talking and laughing. Chad was enjoying himself thoroughly. Parker and Cassie already felt like old friends, ones he’d known forever. Well, where parker was concerned, maybe not friends exactly…he met those warm brown eyes across the table, and felt butterflies fluttering in his stomach when a slow, sensual smile broke out on Parker’s lips. Once again, he kind of wished that he hadn’t made Parker promise that they wouldn’t do anything together at the Con. Man, it sucked righteously to have a cool, gorgeous new boyfriend and not even be able to do anything with him! True, it was the last day of the Con. But he feared that it would drag on forever, just because for once he wished that it were over.
When they were finished eating, Parker proposed that they go and watch one of the panels that was going to take place soon. It featured the former crew of a certain Satellite of Love, where a poor guy marooned in space with robots had been forced to watch crappy movies by an evil scientist. Everybody was amenable to this, but Chad said that he wanted to get out of his costume and into more relaxed clothes first. Now that the contest was over, he didn’t need to be Boba Fett all the time anymore. Parker turned to Cassie and Derek. “We’ll meet you there, “he told them. “I’ll help Chad get out of his costume.”
Cassie smirked up at him. “Oh? I’m sure that you’ll be REAL helpful, Park,” she said as Chad turned rather red. “But we’ll meet you there. Have fun, you two,” she added with a merry wink at them before she towed Derek away with her.
Chad felt terribly embarrassed, but he forgot all about it when Parker turned to look at him. “Let’s go up to your room, Chad,” he said rather throatily. Oh, God! He couldn’t breathe! Chad’s legs felt numb as Parker led the way to the elevators. Sure, nothing was going to happen. Was it? But if it did? Oh, man, he was going to pass out! They boarded the elevator, and then they were rising smoothly toward their destination. Chad clutched his laser rifle as he glanced sideways at Parker. His boyfriend returned his look, the brown eyes gleaming with a naughty light that made his guts clench. He didn’t know what to say, but fortunately for him the elevator stopped just then and they got off. Then they were walking toward his room, and Chad had to fumble with the pouch that contained the electronic key card for it. Somehow he got it in the slot and swiped it, and the door opened when he turned the handle. He led the way inside, and then just stood there rather helplessly. Parker paced around him and reached out to begin undoing the side fastenings of his armor.
“I’ve always wanted to help Boba Fett undress,” he remarked to Chad, who felt completely tongue-tied and unable to speak a word. Parker was leaning closer, and his fingers were deftly getting the fastenings undone. Chad knew that if he bent down a bit their lips would meet. His chest heaved as he panted for breath, but all he could do was stand there. Then Parker moved over to the other side, and his breastplate was coming free. Parker set it aside on one of the beds, and then returned to strip him of the arm pieces. Then…dear God, he knelt down in front of Chad and began to remove the armored pieces from his calves! He stared down, wide-eyed, as they were stripped from him ruthlessly. Parker glanced up at him with a deadly little smile on his lips. His hands reached for the cod-piece, and Chad lost the ability to breathe entirely. Oh man, oh man, oh man…. It was being pulled away to reveal the grey fabric that he’d made the pants for the costume out of. Parker eyed the front of said fabric, and then laughed lowly. “Tell me, Boba, is that a laser in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?” he asked.
Chad gulped. “I-I’m sorry…” he began hoarsely.
Parker glanced up at him and grinned. “For what? Having a hard-on? Chad, I’m your boyfriend. I think I’d be horribly offended if you DIDN’T have a hard-on after I’d touched you,” he pointed out reasonably.
“Oh,” he said. “Umm…”
Parker glanced down at the crotch of his pants once more. “So I know we said we wouldn’t go all the way,” he began, “But how do you feel about blow jobs, Chad? Do you go the Clinton route and say that they’re not sex, or do they count?”
He gasped. “Uh, uh…I guess they sort of count,” he said fumblingly, “But…”
“So if I gave you one right now would you consider that I’d broken my promise?” Parker asked seriously, his face suddenly grave. “Because I don’t want to do that. I just want to touch you, Chad, but I’m willing to wait however long it takes.” he added simply.
Oh Lord, his heart was turning to mush in his chest. “You wouldn’t be breaking your promise,” he replied in a surprisingly calm, even voice. “Because I believe you. About what you said about actually wanting to date me, that is. I don’t know why you’d want to, but its totally cool.”
“I want to because I like you,” Parker said, his fingers lifting to deal with the fastenings at the front of the grey pants. “You’re a great guy. Cute, too,” he added, and Chad might have protested this statement except for the fact that Parker was now pulling the pants down his hips. So he didn’t have enough breath left to speak a protest, even if he’d wanted to. Oh man, his cock had bounced out and practically slapped Parker in the face! He turned even redder, but any embarrassment was lost when a hand curled around him and a hot, wet mouth closed over his cock.
Chad moaned desperately, watching as Parker’s lips slid down then length of his shaft before pulling back again slowly. Oh God! He was getting his first ever blow job! He’d given one, of course, to the Darth Vader, but he’d never gotten one before this. The last two encounters before Darth had been straight on sex without too many preliminaries. His legs were threatening to buckle as Parker’s tongue did something amazing along the length of him. He cried out a little, pushing his hips forward desperately. This was so good! Parker swirled his tongue around the tip of Chad’s cock slowly and lasciviously. “Do you like this, Chad?” he purred, looking up into his boyfriend’s eyes.
Chad nodded wildly. He bit at his lip as Parker’s tongue tip rubbed just under the head, a low, wavering moan breaking from his mouth. Oh shit! This was…awesome! One of Parker’s hands lifted to cradle his balls, caressing them in their sac. Chad panted and mewled as a fingertip pressed against his perineum. Parker’s head was moving on him, and that hand was finding every sensitive spot around his cock unerringly. How could anyone take too much of that, especially when most of his experience before this had been from jerking off? “Park-eerrrrr…” he moaned. “I’m gonna…”
Parker’s eyes were smiling as his mouth formed a tight seal around Chad’s cock. He sucked strongly in the back of his throat, and his fingers lightly squeezed Chad’s balls. He came, crying out incoherently, shooting into Parker’s welcoming mouth for what seemed like forever. Then he was done. Parker licked him clean like a cat, delicately and with care. “I enjoyed that,” he mused as he did so. “Did you, Chad?”
“Oh, yeah,” he replied fervently. Although ‘enjoy’ seemed too small a word for what had just happened…
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