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Something Borrowed

Chapter 3: The Suit

Sneak Peek

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“Oh boy, I think we found the winner,” Aksel found the matching mustard container to the ketchup bottle.

I know you’re joking, but look at that there, under it.

Aksel tossed the mustard costume to the side and found a kit for a “Wild Warrior Viking” costume. It was a mixture of leather and faux fur. The top was a half harness that looped around the shoulders, then had a thick mane of black fur that acted almost as a shawl that accented the model’s wide shoulders. A chain connected in front to keep the thing from sliding off and hooked into a single ring. The bottoms had a plunging fur codpiece that went down to just above the knee, but the belt was tied together at the hips by strings, exposing the entirety of the models leg and a peek at their ass, the then a large fur piece hung over the model’s ass, the fur thick and fluffy making his ass look bigger and sexier. The costume even came with leather bracers and anklets that had fur on them as well. It was clearly a cheap sex costume they glued black fur onto and slapped into a plastic bag to sell at a premium.

“Damn, that’s hot,” Aksel imagined himself in it and he smiled. It would show off his musculature so well and without being a hindrance on his antlers.

I think we’ve found the right costume for the job! Stolid agreed, but Aksel flipped it over and nearly jumped from the shock.

“We can’t afford it,” Aksel deflated, slapping it back into the pile. “Fuck, that’s an insane amount of money for, like, no clothing!”

Hold on now, Stolid’s voice was smooth as he took the costume back in hand. Let’s not rule it out just yet.

“Ryan doesn’t have that kind of money either. If he’s going to be the only one paying rent and buying food for a while we can’t just throw him into debt.”

Why not?

“Because I said so,” Aksel glowered at the ring.

Jeez, calm down. It was just a suggestion.

“Yeah, I’m not going to put anyone into debt over this, especially Ryan. I already kind of feel bad about making him deal with the money stuff.”

Fine, then what do you suggest? We’re not going to find much else on such short notice. The only things left are garbage joke costumes or these super expensive ones.

“I could call Ken…nah. If the first thing I do is ask for money he’ll cut me out faster than he did that one guy who tried to move in with him when they were dating for a week. I can’t think of a more mooch thing than that.”

“You doin’ okay back there?” The musk deer behind the counter asked. The guy didn’t even look up from his magazine as he continued chewing on some gum and turning a page.

“Yeah, I’m doin’ oaky. Are these prices accurate?”

“The price on the bag is the price unless it has a discount sticker,” the deer droned back as though he had said it a thousand times. “You can’t miss it, the discount sticker is right over the price tag to prevent any confusion.”

“Um…Thanks?” Aksel shrugged.

“You’re very welcome,” The deer said back, blowing a bubble that popped between his tusks. “Let me know if you and your friend need anything else.”

“Oh, it’s just me,” Aksel blushed.

“Sorry,” the deer wasn’t really paying attention that much. “You were talking, so I thought you were with someone.”

“I’m on my phone…”

Why are you explaining yourself to that goth dude?

“My bad,” the deer sighed.

We could steal it, Stolid offered.

“No,” Aksel stopped himself from shouting and hushed himself. “No, I don’t want to get the guy in trouble. Seriously.”

Why!?

“He seems like a nice guy?”

Mister monotone over there? Really?

“Come on, he doesn’t get paid enough to care. That also means he probably can’t afford to lose this job.”

Wow, for someone looking to ruin their ex’s life, you sure do care a lot about other people.

“This guy didn’t do anything to me,” Aksel reasoned. “Terry cheated on me, this guy is giving me the bare minimum and that’s what he’s paid, so I say five stars.”

Seriously? Whatever man. What do you want me to do here?

“You said you could fulfil desires, why not get this costume?”

I can’t just waive your hand and make it yours, unless we do the five-finger-discount, but you don’t want to get the guy in trouble. My powers are limited here if you’re not going to let me work.

“Well, maybe we could barter for it,” Aksel shrugged. “You said you know what people want. What does he want?”

Another smoke break and a job that pays him more than minimum wage, but I can’t give him either of those. Do you have a job offer in your back pocket?

“You can do better than that. There has to be something.”

Well…you up for seducing your way through this?

“What, like charm him into getting a discount?”

No, I mean offering your body for the costume. Sex for pay. Being a cheap whore? Then again, for the price of that costume is it really cheap? My sense of what is expensive is still a little—

“For real? Is that all you got?”

You’re not giving me many options here! You can let me take the wheal again like in the library and it’ll be smooth sailing.

“No, and how do you even know he’s gay?”

He wants to get dicked down so hard it’s screaming out of him. He hasn’t gotten any in months and he’s been too tired to go out and club, so he’s just sort of been jacking off before bed.

“Wow, you got all that with your powers?”

No, it’s written all over his face. Just look at that guy and try and tell me he doesn’t want his eyeliner to run from gaging on some dudes cock?

Aksel sneaked a look at the deer. He was fit, his hair dyed black and put into a sexy up-do. His ears had several piercings on them, glinting in the flicking lights. His eyes were a dark brown and half sheathed, his black eyeliner and shadow making his eyes pop. He didn’t have any antlers, but instead had a duo of tusks that looked vicious, but the bright blue gum he was popping undercut the fangs and made them look more playful. His jaw was squared and he wore a mesh top that showed off the man’s definition. He had thick arms and his hands were covered in various rings. His thick thighs filled out his leather pants well, his little tail flicking over his round cheeks as he continued to flip pages.

“Dude looks like a vampire pirate,” Aksel was going to write him off as not his type, but the more he looked at the deer, the more he liked it. The guy was maybe an inch or two shorter than himself, hard to tell with him leaning over like he was, and he was stacked. If he peeled back the layers of goth crap, he actually was quite the buck.

Aksel’s dick twitched in his pants, his eyes looking over the dude with a new fascination. A sudden warmth rolled up Aksel’s spine as he was reminded of his rut. Then their eyes met and Aksel quickly looked away.

“You got a question?” The cashier asked cocking his head to the side.

“I…” Aksel’s face burned. He was so out of practice. He had no idea what to say. His mind was a blank, and now his dick was rising and ready to rage.

Fucking say something! Stolid screamed.

“I…yeah,” Aksel spun around. “Do you have anything else like this?” Aksel took the costume and brought it up to the front.

“Oh, that one was popular,” the deer tapped the image. “Sold quite a few of those bad boys. As for something similar…” the deer trailed off and closed his fitness magazine. “They got a few caveman suits if you’re looking for something cheaper. Otherwise I might have something in the back. You mind if I take it back with me so I can compare?”

“Oh…um…sure,” Aksel handed it over, but when the guy went to take it, Aksel couldn’t let go. Stolid held the costume firm.

“Um…you okay there?” The clerk cocked a brow.

Ask him his name.

“Oh…I…can I get your name?”

“It’s Ron,” the deer gave him a curious look. “You want me to go check for ya or not?”

Let go and apologize.

“Oh,” Aksel felt Solid’s grip release on the costume and immediately brought his hand behind his head to scratch it. “Sorry, yeah, go ahead.”

“You okay dude?”

Say yes, and that you’re just not used to running into such good looking guys.

“Yeah,” Aksel’s face burned. “I’m…just didn’t expect to run into such a good looking guy.”

The air was silent for a moment and the deer gave a little scoff.

“Does that line usually work?”

Look what you made me do! He’s totally turned off! Aksel shouted at Stolid in his mind.

No he’s not! Look at him. He’s in rut too, and now he’s intrigued.

Aksel took a brief moment to look Ron over. The guy had a hand on his hip while a smirk played at the corner of his fangs.

“Shit, you’re right…”

“Excuse me?” Ron cocked a brow.

Just let me work!

Fine, but I can take over whenever!

“What I mean, is, you’re right,” Stolid spoke through Aksel’s mouth. “I don’t think that line has ever worked before.”

“Uh huh,” Ron gave them a once over. “I’ll be right back, smooth talker.”

Ron spun on his hooves and took the costume into the back room. They only caught a glance at it, but it was stuffed with piles of broken toys, a desk with a glue gun, and a shelf overflowing with feather boas.

“I don’t see anything that quite matches this exactly, but I have this black fur caveman outfit,” Ron reappeared with the new costume and the old one. “With a pair of fabric scissors and glue, you could recreate it for half the cost. If you already got the leather that is.”

“Thanks, you’ve been a huge help,” Stolid took both costumes and looked them over. The caveman was basically a fur toga, pure black. It was obviously the same fabric that was used to make this warrior outfit, but there was a bit less elegance to the design.

“Did you shop around?” Ron asked.

“I’ve been looking around here for a bit, but I’ve only found one good looking thing, and it ain’t the costumes,” Stolid complained while looking over the outfits before putting them down and looking at the deer with a half chuckle. “Sorry, I don’t mean to be so forward, but…I mean…how does a guy like you end up working at a place like this?”

“I have tusks that look like fangs,” Ron shrugged. “I also work at the gym as a personal trainer, but business has been slow so I had to get another job.”

“And they gave you that outfit?”

“The lady insisted,” Ron shrugged. “I’d file a sexual harassment claim with human resources if one even existed in this damn company.”

“I hope they didn’t charge you for it,” Stolid smirked. “You’d be in the red before you’d even get your first paycheck.”

“I know, right,” Ron chuckled. “Luckily for me I already had the pants and she only charged me for the mesh shirt.”

“For real? They charged you for the shirt,” Stolid continued the conversation.

“Yeah, and the piercings I have from an old band I used to play in.”

“Oh yeah? What’s the name of the band?”

“Oh no,” Ron chuckled, his cheeks blushing. “No way am I going to tell you. All I’m going to say about that part of my life is that I don’t look good with long hair.”

“Come on,” Stolid leaned in on the counter. “Who doesn’t like a little something to pull on?”

“Trust me, there’s enough to pull on as is,” Ron rolled his eyes before locking them with Aksel’s.

Holy shit, is this working? Aksel wanted his eyes to go wide, but they were forced into a sultry expression.

Keep it down, I’m workin’ here.

“Now who’s the smooth talker,” Stolid leaned further onto the counter, keeping his eyes locked with the deer’s. “You got any proof of that claim, hot shot?”

“I mean, these pants don’t leave much to the imagination,” Ron got up and leaned against the back counter, spreading his legs and showing off the bulge in his pants, the pole in them twitching. His hard on in his pants evidence enough that their rut was also keeping them on edge.

“I don’t have much of an imagination,” Stolid stood up. “You want to paint me a picture?”

“I’m not much of a painter,” Ron cocked a brow.

“Then how about you let me paint you one,” Stolid smirked, his ring glowing softly. “You, me, your back room, your ass worked so good you’ll be finding feathers and rhinestones into the New Year.”

“I thought you said you didn’t have much of an imagination,” Ron smiled, kicking his leg up, his hoof flipping over the part of the counter that divided the front from the back. Ron’s eyes started to glow, red rings circling his big baby browns.

“What can I say,” Stolid moved them forward until they were gently running their fingers on the back of Ron’s neck. “You’re one hell of a muse.”

“I…holy shit,” Ron gripped Aksel’s shirt and pulled him in for a kiss. Ron’s eyes went wide when Stolid held their body firm, their strong frame not bending to their whim. Stolid simply smirked and cocked a brow as if to say “you can do better.” Ron pushed up on his hooves and pressed his lips against the buck’s. Only then did Stolid bend down to deepen the kiss and wrapped his other hand behind the deer to rub against the small of his back.

Stolid pulled the deer closer, his mesh shirt pressing against his sculpted gut and powerful abs. Aksel’s beard brushed Ron’s lips as they opened their muzzles. Stolid sank his tongue into their maw, flicking over and playing with that tongue, lightly brushing those tusks from time to time. All the while, behind the deer’s head, that ring glowed red, waves of energy radiating off of it and wafting over the deer.

Aksel was completely lost in the kiss. He didn’t know where his control of the kiss began and ended with Stolid, but it didn’t matter much. Aksel knew how to do this part of things. The buck pulled the deer in closer, his hips moving forward to push against the deer’s. Ron moaned into their kiss as their dicks brushed against one another’s. Despite the deer being seven inches, the buck had him beat in length and girth. Their kiss deeper and deeper, their hands roaming one another as they got bolder.

“Fuck, we got to take this into the back room,” Ron glanced over the store. It was dead. He grabbed Aksel and pulled him into the back room. The deer was surprisingly strong, but he was a personal trainer so it made sense. The deer pushed him against one of the racks, the flimsy thing shaking as Aksel steadied himself. Ron kicked the door closed and practically pounced.

They were wrapped in each other’s arms, Aksel leaning against the rack of returns smelling like cheap plastic and silicone while the musky tang of man radiated from the deer making out with him. Their arms roamed and groped each other, Ron’s going to Aksel’s pecs and arms while Aksel’s hands were split between gripping his ass and cupping the back of Ron’s skull and running his fingers through their hair.

Stolid then grabbed a fist full of Ron’s hair and pulled back, forcing the deer man to give a light cry.

“What are you doing?” Ron breathed.

Kiss his neck, Stolid instructed.

Aksel did as he was told, leaning in and kissing against a vein while brushing a thumb against the guy’s brow calmingly. Ron gave a little moan, his breathing heavy and his pulse rapid against Aksel’s lips as he gave tender nips and licks along that jugular. Aksel’s hand lifted up and found a little bit of that ass crack exposed out of those leather pants. He slipped a singular finger in there causing the deer to shudder as the stud continued to make out with the deer’s neck. Slowly getting more and more aggressive, tasting his sweat and cologne as it soured on his taste buds, his moans and grinding hips against his.

All the while, behind his head that ring glowed, energy radiating and pulsing through it. Aksel didn’t notice the red ring in Ron’s eyes. He was too focused on the feelings between his legs to really focus on much else. The grinding of their dicks was amazing, pulsing and primal as they let their instincts take over.

On your knees…

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