Date: Fri, 7 Mar 2008 08:09:42 -0800 (PST)
From: JMH <trandar2002@yahoo.com>
Subject: Love in Passing Chapters 5-8

Chapter 5

            Patricksat in a far corner of the bar watching his target from
a distance.  Wearing one of his many faces and hisfavorite deep purple
dress, he watched with a bemused smile the clumsy, nervousbehavior of the
other man and the lusty overconfidence of his companion.

            "Behaveyourself brother."  Patrick smirkedbetween sips of his
sparkling wine.

            Patrickknew he should have told Steve days ago that the man he
was spending so muchtime spying on was the same man his brother had both a
professional andpersonal interest in.  This wasespecially true with all the
peculiar information he had gathered on the famousDr. Gavin.

            Stillhe had to admit, Daryl, or Dare as his brother had
nicknamed him, was indeedmore than cute.  He was freaking gorgeous,and a
twin to boot, which made the man exactly Steven's type.  The ironic twist
was that it made Dareexactly Patrick's type as well.

            Seeinghis brother leave Dare's side for long line to the
bathroom, Patrick saw achance for a little fun.  Waiting untilSteven was
out of view, he stood up and swished his way over to where Dare wassitting
nervously at the bar.

            "Surprise!"Patrick said with his best imitation of his
brother's voice as he covered bothof Dare's eyes.

            "Ithink I have had enough surprises in one day, Steven," Daryl
replied, turningaround to see Patrick in all his fabulous glory.  "Steven?"

            "Don'tyou like my dress?  At least this one isthe right size,"
Patrick said.

            "Uhmmmm..."  Daryl replied nervously.

            "Ohcome on Dare... what's the point of being gay, if you are
not willing to dress uplike a queen every now and then?"

            "Ijust never knew you were into this sort of thing."

            "I'minto a whole lot of things... including you," Patrick said
as he moved in closer.

            "Ialready gave you your kiss for the night," Daryl said as he
moved backnervously.

            "ButI'm a whole new person now," Patrick laughed as he spun
around in his longpurple dress.

            "That'sfor sure," Daryl said uneasily.

            "Comeon... let's go to my place," Patrick said just as he saw
his brother reach thefront of the line.  "I promise to get outof this
getup.  Then we can have somereal fun."

            "Suchas?"

            "Wecould play dress up.  I have thisfabulous sea green dress
that would match perfectly with those pretty eyes ofyours."

            "I'mnot dressing up like girl at some debutant ball."

            "Ido not dress up like a girl!" Patrick said offended.  "I
dress like royalty."

            "Sorry,my mistake," Daryl apologized, trying hard not to laugh.

            "Yourmajesty," Patrick corrected.  "You mustaddress me as your
majesty."

            "Asyou wish, your majesty," Daryl bowed.

            "That'sbetter... now let's go," Patrick said just as he saw
Steven pop out of therestroom.

            "Youknow my place is in no place for entertaining," Daryl said
as he allowed himself to be led away.

            "Butwe are not going back to your place.  We're going to mine."

            "Weare?" Daryl asked nervously.

            "Don'tworry Dare... I'm not planning on raping you.  We are
just going to play a few games."

            "Justnot another game of twenty questions."  Daryl warned.

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Chapter 6

            Seeingthe all too familiar man dressed in a royal purple gown
Steven knew he was introuble, even more so when he saw his twin leading
Daryl out of the club.  With the crowded dance floor between him andhis
kidnapped love interest, Steven had no easy time trying to catch up
withDaryl.  As a result, by the time he gotoutside, all he could see of the
pair were the departing taillights of hisbrother's SUV.

            "Damnyou Patrick," Steven cursed, as he raced to his own car
with every intention ofbeating them back to the house.

            Thatof course involved Steven breaking more than several
traffic laws, which duringthe heavily patrolled streets of a Friday night,
only led to him being stoppedby the police.  Considering that he hadboth
been speeding, passing through red lights, and had a few drinks at theclub,
the officer was more than generous.  With his blood alcohol level just a
fraction of a point below the legallimit, the policeman ticketed Steven
only for speeding on the condition that heagree to spending a night in the
county cooler.

            Steven,hating to let his brother win, almost turned the offer
down and accept thereckless driving charge, but looking at the ticket the
officer had just handedhim, he saw that the man had written down his home
telephone number.  Looking up at the police officer, he saw theman given
him a wink.  As he watched theman head back to his patrol car from his side
view mirror, Steven suspectedthat the man was doing an unnecessary amount
of swishing.  To say the least Steven never did end up jailthat night... he
did get handcuffed a few times though.

Chapter 7

            "Nowdon't you look as pretty as a princess."  Patrick grinned
as he turned the stool around to show Daryl his handywork.

            "Ilook ridiculous," Daryl sighed, looking with distain at the
red beehive wig ontop of his head.

            "That'sbecause like most true royalty... you're big boned."
Patrick explained.  "Now you sit still while I go get my camera...and don't
touch anything!"

            "I'mnot going to let you take a picture of this."


            "Toolate," Patrick said just as a flash bulb went off.

            "Nowthat you've finished humiliating me... can you help me get
this stuff off?  All this glitter is starting to get into myeyes."

            "Ofcourse."  Patrick said.  Undressing Daryl was going to be
almost asmuch fun as it had been to turn him into a princess.

            Liftingthe large wig gently off Daryl's head, Patrick then
unzipped the back of thegreen dress he had made the doctor put on, letting
the tips of his fingers rundown the spine of the man's back.

            "Youmade a beautiful princess Dare... but I must say you make a
better prince."  Patrick whispered as he used a cotton ball totenderly wipe
the makeup from Daryl's face while his free hand continued tomassage the
good doctor's muscular back.

            "I'mneither," Daryl sighed, leaning backagainst Patrick.

            "AmI not a queen... can't I bestow titles of nobility on those
I see as worthy?"

            "I'mnot a good person."

            "Letme be the judge of that," Patrick said as he pulled the
dress off Daryl'sshoulders.

            "Ishouldn't be doing this," Daryl sighed.  "I haven't done
something like this in ages."

            "ThenI think you're well overdue for a little fun."

            "Yes...but do I want to pay the price later?"

            "I'mclean... I can even show you the lab results."

            "It'snot that.  Its father... he would notapprove of me doing
something like this."

            "Sofar you're not doing anything... I'm doing all the work."
Patrick chuckled between the kisses he wasnow planting on Daryl's sinewy
neck.

            "I'msorry... it's been so long I guess I've forgotten how to do
this sort of thing."

            "It'slike riding a bike... once you've learned how you just
need to go byinstincts.  Don't try to think your waythrough it... feel your
way."  Patricksuggested as he pulled the dress down from the front of
Daryl's body.

            HelpingDaryl to his feet, Patrick slipped the rest of the dress
off his chiseledframe.  "For someone who doesn't get outmuch you sure look
like you spend a great deal of time at the gym."

            "Iwork out at home... our bodies are reflections of our souls.
We are supposed to take care of them."

            "So,no drinking or drugs but plenty of sit-ups?" Patrick
laughed.

            "Basically,"Daryl nodded.

            "Yourturn now," Patrick said, turning aroundso that Daryl could
unbutton the back of his purple gown.

            Thetouch of Dare's fumbling fingers tickled Patrick as the man
nervously undressedhim.  Kicking his high heels off beforestepping out of
the dress, Patrick sat himself down on the white ottoman infront of the
mirror.

"I might dresslike a queen but those heels are a bitch," he laughed as he
rubbed his sorefeet.  "Can you give me a foot massage?"

"Never given one before, but I'll try," Daryl said as he sat on the
carpeted floor.

"Mmmmm... you're anatural," Patrick cooed, as he removedhis own wig,
makeup, and press-on nails.

When halfway done,Patrick reached down and took Daryl's hand in his,
letting it feel it's way uphis leg till it rested between his inner thighs.
"Do what you want to do Dare, not what you thinkyou should."

Watching Daryl nodsilently, Patrick let out a deep moan as he felt a warm
hand slip past theopening in his boxer shorts, taking hold of his cock.
"That's it Dare, hold it like you own it,like it is a part of you."

"We shouldn't be doingthis Steven... you're my doctor."  Darylsaid even as
his hand did not stop caressing the other man's manhood.

"Pretend that I'mnot," Patrick chuckled slipping hisshorts off.

As soon as hiscock was free, Patrick watched with surprise as Daryl, moved
his head forward,nuzzling his face against the muscle of his sex.  "Taste
it Dare... I know you want to."

"I shouldn't," Daryl protested.

"Stop `shoulding'all over yourself; you're making a mess."  Patrick
laughed.

"I'm not ready forthis Steven.  I'm just not ready," Daryl said as Patrick
felt the man's hottears wetting his cock.

"What would you like us to do then?" Patrick asked, running his fingers
through Daryl's short brown hair.

"Just to hold you...  to not spend another night alone."

"I would like thattoo," Patrick replied.  "Care to join me in the bedroom?"