“You do this a lot?” Farrington asks.
“What, fuck night shift managers in changing rooms?” Colton asks, tossing Farrington a glow-in-the-dark condom.
Farrington smirks. “I meant taking three fingers up the ass, but yeah, that too.”
Colton thrusts back against Farrington’s hand. “It’s usually a solo project, but yeah. This is right in my wheel house.” He turns his head to raise an eyebrow at Farrington. “And no, I’ve never had sex in a changing room.”
“Believe it or not, this is a first for me too,” says Farrington as he rolls the condom down his cock. Then he jacks himself a couple of times with a slick hand, getting himself nice and wet, before pressing the head of his cock against Colton’s hole.
“Don’t tease me,” Colton begs.
“Lean forward,” Farrington instructs him.
Colton braces his hands on the bench and arches his back, shoving his ass back toward Farrington who pushes Colton’s briefs the rest of the way down his legs. Colton kicks them off and spreads his legs. Farrington lines himself up and then he’s pushing into Colton, inch by inch. They’re both very quiet for a moment.
“Can I…?”
“Yeah, move,” whispers Colton. They work up to a steady rhythm, thrusting against each other, their breathing ragged in the quiet of the changing room. The bench rocks back and forth with the rhythm of their bodies and the unused condoms slide the floor. Colton, who has been thoroughly worked up since before his costume even started coming off, is approaching climax quickly.
“Oh shit, right there…”
And evidently this whole situation is doing it for Farrington too, because his thrusts are getting faster and more erratic. With one final thrust he comes, and the sound he lets out pushes Colton over the edge as well. They stay there for a moment, bodies fused into a single line as they pant through the aftershocks of their orgasms. Slowly, Farrington pulls out and they straighten up.
“Looks like you’re going to have to buy that,” Farrington says, gesturing at the cum-streaked leather vest.
Colton laughs. “Who do I have to fuck around here to get some leeway on the return policy?”
The bright jingle of the bells on the front door startles them, and Farrington immediately begins buttoning his jeans.
“Farrington?” comes a voice from the front of the store.
“Oh Jesus,” Farrington mutters. “Try to make yourself presentable before you come out, okay?” Then he raises his voice. “I’ll be right there, Syd!” He straightens his shirt and tries to arrange his hair into something that doesn’t scream post-coital, before heading back out of the changing room.
Colton slowly changes into his own clothes, wiping his own cum off of the shirt and vest. Somehow the briefs have come out the other side of this interaction unscathed. When he finally walks to the check-out counter, he finds Farrington standing behind it with a tall blond woman who raises her eyebrows pointedly at the two of them.
“Find everything alright?” she asks Colton.
“Yeah, thanks.” And great, the blush is back.
“You know that costume goes really well with some accessories we just got in. There’s a hat and an eye-patch…they might not be stocked out front yet. Let me run in back and see if I can find them for you.” She disappears through a door Colton hadn’t noticed, leaving him alone with Farrington.
“So…” says Farrington, looking at the ground. “That was—”
“Do you have to work tonight?” Colton asks, surprising himself.
“Uh, I’m supposed to. Why, what did you have in mind?” There’s a trace of a smile gracing Farrington’s face.
“It’s just, I can bring a plus one to the gala. And, um…never mind. You’re probably not into—”
“I can take off as soon as Syd gets settled in for her shift. If you really want me to come.”
Colton looks up at Farrington sharply and says, “I think I’ve made it pretty clear tonight that I want you to come.”
Farrington starts laughing, and Syd comes back out with the most over-the-top pirate accessories Colton has ever seen. “You ditching me?” she asks him.
Farrington nods. “I’m gonna take off. But first, Colton needs to help me pick out a costume.”
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