A lump formed in his throat, and he cursed the way his eyes burned. He’d planned the dinner so carefully, wanting to give Tristan something special for their first Easter together.
The last piece—a beautiful banana swirl—tasted bitter though he knew it wasn’t. His belly was full, and he wasn’t nearly as excited about dinner as he’d been a few minutes ago.
He glanced down into the egg. The black satin and bright-red lace he’d placed there glared mockingly at him.
Aiden’s palms turned sweaty. What if he had it all wrong? A couple of weeks ago, he’d been doing laundry, and with Tristan finally building a closet for their bedroom, he’d put all their underwear in the new drawers. At the bottom of the ugly plastic crate Tristan had previously kept his boxers in, he’d found a pair of pale-blue lace knickers. At first, he’d thought…But they weren’t Tristan’s size, and they weren’t women’s smalls, so Aiden had figured…But what if he had the wrong idea?
Staring down at the lingerie, he forced himself to breathe. He couldn’t give Tristan an Easter egg with lingerie in it. He’d definitely take that the wrong way. His pulse picked up again as he lifted the flimsy fabric out of its brightly coloured cardboard casing—a black satin thong, a thin red lace suspender belt, and black fine-fishnet hosiery.
Crushing the silky material in a white-knuckled grip, he got up and headed for the bedroom.
His hands were once again sweaty as he unbuttoned his jeans and peeled them off. How to put this stuff on? He quickly stepped out of his briefs and gulped as he sorted out the thong—not much fabric.
As he pulled the thong up, the thin strings rolled against his thighs, and his cock twitched as the cool, silky material cupped it. Aiden smiled and moved around a little. They fitted perfectly. He felt naughty as the air caressed his buttocks. Peering over his shoulder, he tried to get a look at his butt—they really needed to get a mirror up in here.
Next, he reached for the red lace; the straps dangled as he tested the elastic. He brought it to his hips and moved it up and down a few times to decide how low it should be. He’d never seen anyone wearing suspender belts in real life—he’d definitely never thought he’d wear one—but now there was an excited flutter in his belly. His cock began to swell in the tiny satin knickers as he reached around himself and hooked the delicate lace closed.
Once he’d succeeded, he ran his hands over the uneven yet soft textile. The metal clasp tickled as it swayed against his thighs, making Aiden giggle.
Only the stockings left. He grabbed them and sat down on the bed, ignoring his cock straining in the knickers at the soft plush contact of the comforter brushing against his bare buttocks. Why had he never worn thongs before? Simply moving around was titillating.
He bunched the fishnets, afraid to ruin them even before he got them on. He put his toes into one stocking and carefully slid it over his heel, up over his calf to his knee, and up to his thigh. The fabric gently hugged him, making him grin as he flexed his toes. Standing, he slipped the little rubber nub into the stocking and fastened the clasp in the front before doing the same with the clasp in the back.
When both stockings were on and secured, he stood there, twisting and turning to admire himself.
His cock throbbed and strove to get out of the snug satin, the butterflies in his stomach fluttered around, and a slight flush spread over his cheeks. His eyes fell on his jeans. Could he even have them on over? The clasps would most definitely show. No time to think about it now, though. Og was barking, and a car was approaching the cabin. Tristan’s car. Aiden quickly dived for the safety of his jeans.
What would Tristan say?
* * * *
Tristan leaned back on his chair, narrowing his eyes as he watched Aiden. Something was up, and he did not like it. Aiden had rushed down the stairs when he’d come home, and while the dinner had been lovely, Tristan couldn’t quite enjoy it. Aiden was avoiding eye contact and talking too fast. His hands fluttered about, and he’d bounced around on his chair as they ate.
What could’ve made Aiden this nervous?
Tristan’s stomach clenched. Aiden wouldn’t break up with him over Easter dinner, would he? Without thinking, he sought out Og with his gaze. He didn’t know what he’d do without Og. The dog had been no more than a little puppy when Tristan’s marriage had failed, but he was still the one who had held Tristan together. When Paul had left, Tristan had been a wreck, and even though he and Aiden hadn’t been together for more than a few months, he knew it would hurt as much if not more to see him go.
Aiden had looked guilty when he’d come running downstairs, a flush decorating his cheeks as he’d rapidly guided Tristan to the table.
In an attempt to rid himself of his thoughts, Tristan reached for the Easter egg Aiden had placed on the table. He had glanced at it several times, and he wondered what it was that made Aiden look as if the egg was about to jump him.
“What’s—”
“No!”
Tristan froze with the egg in his hand.
“I mean…erm…I bought you fudge, lots of fudge, and put it in the egg…but I ate it all.” The flush once again spread over Aiden’s face, but this time it made Tristan smile.
“You ate my fudge?” He opened the egg and, like Aiden said, it was empty.
“I was a little nervous, and before I knew it, there were only a couple
