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wasn’t a night that went by that I didn’t
dream about him lying naked in my bed, smiling up at me with those
beautiful green eyes of his and begging me to do anything I wanted
to his body.
    After tomorrow, I’d have new images to add to
my night time fantasies—images of Scott Lush in nothing but nylon
stockings and lace thong panties.
    Damn, what the hell was I thinking?
    ****
     

Chapter Three
     
    -Scott-
    I was being roasted slowly from the inside
out, all for the sake of a few glamor shots. The hot, bright lights
in the small alcove of the gallery were designed for maximum
exposure of artwork, not as a backdrop for a dozen burly groomsmen
posing for the perfect group wedding photo.
    After the third round of retakes, I’d
determined the wedding photographer was Satan’s spawn. You’d think
she’d know how fucking unbearable hot nylon stockings were when
worn under tuxedo pants, but obviously she had no clue. Why would
she? No one suspected that I wore ladies’ lingerie under my formal
wear, no one except for Rylan, who stood behind me, his body giving
off more heat than a solar flare.
    Oh god. I could literally feel the
beads of sweat beginning to form under my tuxedo jacket. When I
shifted uncomfortably on my feet, I heard Rylan’s chuckle over my
shoulder and ground my teeth together in frustration. He’d been
smugly smirking and staring pointedly at my crotch all day. The
wedding reception had yet to begin, and I’d seriously considered
calling the whole bet off. There was only so much I could take.
    Surprisingly, it wasn’t the lace panties that
were the problem, although as predicted my cock barely fit into the
things, and the thong rode up my ass terribly. However, it was the
stockings that were a bitch. Before I’d agreed to the bet, I didn’t
consider having to wear dress slacks, socks, and shoes over
unbreathable nylon. The combination was like a sauna for my
legs.
    “Rylan, are you harassing my little brother?”
BJ asked after noticing the other best man’s smirk.
    “That’s impossible since there’s nothing
little about your brother,” Rylan replied sarcastically.
    His comment brought my attention back to my
dick, causing me to moan.
    “Are you okay, Scott? You look…” BJ paused,
trying to find the right word. “I don’t know… uncomfortable?”
    Now Rylan really did chuckle behind me.
    A quick elbow to his ribs silenced him. “I’m
fine. It’s just really hot under these lights.”
    As if sensing I was about to pass out at any
moment, BJ addressed the photographer and the crowd of groomsmen
gathered for the picture. “Let’s take a little break, guys.”
    The dozen or more men looked almost as
relieved as I was and quickly headed off toward the bar. “Thanks,”
I said to BJ.
    “No problem. There’s a small storage room
that Kirk keeps climate controlled for his ‘masterpieces’. It’s
down that hall and up the stairs. Why don’t you head up there for a
few minutes until you cool off?” BJ suggested.
    The wedding reception was being held at the
art gallery of one of BJ’s closest friends—Kirk. It’d been closed
from daily operations for the event, but the main floor was already
overflowing with wedding guests. I was grateful for his suggestion
of a few minutes alone.
    “Thanks,” I said again, squeezing my
brother’s shoulder.
     
    ****
     
    Kirk’s climate controlled room was more like
a large, dark closet filled with paint cans, buckets, rags,
brushes, clay, and several covered canvasses that I could only
assume were the “masterpieces” BJ had referred to. However, I
wasn’t going to complain. The room was cool and quiet, which was
all I really needed. Well, that and some much needed breathing room
for my dick.
    I toed off my shoes and reveled in the feel
of the cool concrete floor against my sweltering feet. If only I
could remove the stockings, I’d be fine, I thought, walking
farther into the small room. With each step, I could feel the tiny
string