Becoming His

Hello my beautiful readers!

This will be a short story (maybe 4-5 chaps total) that's meant to give my brain a bit of a break. I've been feeling a bit discouraged over my last couple of updates so I'm taking a little break from them. (though not too long, I am still working on chap 14 of True Nature and hope to post in December) This new particular story has framing I don't think I've seen before but ya'll can correct me if I'm wrong. There's a lot of different elements so I wasn't sure about the category but in the end this is a more mxm focused story than anything else, like all my others, however there will be fxm sex as well. There is also no gay intercorse in the first chapter or two. That part is a slow burn. Please read the tags.

This story will be updated whenever I have time but that also depends on interest, since it's meant to be more relaxing for me. Of course if a lot of people comment I'll update it more quickly but we shall see! I'm a little worried my idea is a bit niche and I'll just be writing into the void for my own entertainment, which is also fine XD

Also, this story contains a few words and sentences in spanish. I'm not 100% sure I translated everything correctly since spanish is only my second language and I'm not fluent as I only spoke it with my grandparents and cousins sporadically and they are no longer with me. I'm not confident in writing it down either but here we we are. Please be forgiving in this area. I'll list the use of words/phrases and, what I mean by them, in order as they appear in the story for your reference:

conejito -bunny

si -yes

guapo -handsome

mi hombrecito -my little man

mi flor -my flower

cariño -dear

Apúrate mi amor te estoy esperando -hurry up my love I'm waiting for you

mami chula -hot momma

por favor -please

lo siento - I'm sorry

Ven aquí mami te necesita -come here mommy needs you

¿Te corriste? -Did you cum?

Tengo que castigarte ahora -I need to punish you now

¿Podemos estar solas? -can we be alone?

Sí mi pequeño -yes, my little one

Hope y'all like it :)

Much love, Xx

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Nicolas's Pov:

If I'm being perfectly honest, even though I was fucking her, and that was pretty damn great, it was never about Jessica. It was always about him. It was about finding a way to get under his skin. It was about punishing him for leaving. It was about finding a way to get close to him after all this time. So that maybe...

But wait. I'm getting way too ahead of myself. Let me start over, at the beginning.

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3 months ago:

I was out for a night of fun for once. Usually I spent most of my time working but I had a lot of pent up energy and AleTaps was often the perfect place to let off some steam. You never knew what you'd find there but it was usually a damn good time. I walked into the bar feeling pretty confident about my chances. I knew what I looked like. I had short, though curly, thick black hair, an olive complexion, dark but trimmed facial hair and dark brown eyes. I stood at six feet five inches and I never missed a workout. I'd just spent the better part of six months really focusing on my arms specifically and that focus had done me well. The only drawback was how tight my shirts fit me now since it made them feel uncomfortable. However, that feature was perfect for tonight. My physique always attracted the kind of attention that I wanted and tonight would be no exception. I opened a tab, grabbed my drink and turned, only to crash into someone which caused my drink to spill all over me.

"Shit. I'm sorry! Here!"

I looked down at the much shorter man who had begun to anxiously dab at my jacket with his singular, paper thin, napkin. His efforts were clearly in vain but I didn't stop him. Though I couldn't see his face, yet, as he was staring intently at the way the fabric of my shirt now clung to my skin, he already looked cute to me. His hair was longer on the top and a golden brunette but underneath that was much shorter and he'd colored it black. I could also see that his ear had a double hoop helix piercing and one of the small hoops had a tiny cross dangling from it. It was pretty sexy.

Then he looked up at me. From behind his gold wire framed, circular glasses and thick eye makeup I could see he had the most beautiful, familiar blue-green eyes. The moment he recognized me, his hands left my chest and a dark blush colored his pale cheeks. It was always easy to make him blush back then too. He looked like he was about to make a run for it but I grabbed his wrist and stopped him easily. He wasn't much bigger than he had been in high school, fifteen years ago, so he was easy to subdue. He tried to say something but failed and when he opened his mouth I noticed his tongue was pierced.

That was surprising. In fact, everything about his appearance was rather surprising, even if he did look delicious. Gone where the button ups, corduroy pants and sweater vests. Instead he wore a black tshirt that was cropped so that it showed off his lean stomach. Not that I was complaining. The most shocking thing about his appearance wasn't the cat ears headband. No, it was the fact that he was also wearing a short, black, pleated skirt with a pair of black fishnet thigh high stockings held up by thin black garter straps. The exposed, hairless skin on his body was subtly defined in a way that made my mouth water. Then I noticed his cheeks darken further when he both realized that I was checking him out and that I remembered who he was. He bit his lip and looked away but he did not fight the hold I maintained on him.

"Eddie Anderson is that really you?"

I could not believe that this temptation of a man was once my shy, bookish, "I swear I'm straight!" former best friend.

"I guess it really has been a while," I continued stupidly as I eyed him up and down when he only confirmed my words with a sharp nod.

I was at a loss for what else to say. He hadn't even said more than a few words to me and already I was feeling tongue tied. In my defense though, how was I to know that the boy I grew up with, my closest friend for a time and first heartbreak would show up here looking like the most delectable little femboy?! So much for straight.

"Yes well.. it was good to see you again but I really should be-" he started, trying to sound as if he had at least a shred of control over the situation he found himself in.

"Really?" I cut him off. "You disappear on me years ago and now you're somehow here at the same bar as me and you look like this! You seriously think I'm about to just let that go? I mean.. at least, replace my drink or something. Or uh.. let me buy you one? Let's catch up."

He immediately started to shake his head no.

"I'm not here for-tonight's not about.. um.. I don't think she would like that very much. We came here together," he finally finished in a rather submissive tone.

"She who?" I asked as I finally let go of him, feeling a little hurt and offended for no real reason at all.

We were close once sure but clearly that was a long time ago.

"Jessica. She's my.. wife," he stated and I finally noticed the gold wedding band he wore on his left hand. He seemed to realize his freedom at the same time that I processed his ring because he scampered away from me like a scared kitten after that.

I watched him make his way through the crowd until he stopped at a table where a beautiful, curvaceous, Puerto Rican woman sat. She had waist long, dark brown hair that hung in ringlets down her back and she wore a tight black dress that left little to the imagination. He whispered something in her ear and she frowned before replying. He shook his head and whispered again. This time she stood and I realized that not only was Eddie's wife hot as fuck, she was also taller him by at least two inches, though it was hard to say for sure based on her stiletto boots.

I watched with confused fascination as he submissively walked behind her, rather than beside, with his head down as they made their way out of the bar. I was having trouble believing my own eyes. I really could not believe that my former friend had a wife that looked like that and I immediately began to wonder about what type of relationship they had, based on what Eddie was wearing.

I had a few ideas, though only one of them had the potential to get me what I, admittedly still, wanted. I shook my head and tried to put that idea out of my mind as I surveyed the area for a distraction. To my relief, an attractive redhead made eyes at me and I knew with a little charm and bravado that he was as good as mine for the night. I turned my focus onto getting laid like I planned and put my curiosity over my former friend out of my mind. Odds were I'd never see him again anyways.

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Funnily enough, I actually did run into Eddie again, four weeks later. Only this time it was at a local coffee shop and he was dressed much more in line with how I'd previously expected. He wore navy blue dress pants and a white button up shirt with a navy blue tie and no eye makeup though his glasses and earrings remained. Honestly, he looked just as sexy as he had in a skirt and I felt my cock jump at the sight.

I knew he hadn't seen me yet so when he put his order in and left for the bathroom I followed discreetly behind him. I wasn't trying to scare him but now that I saw him again, I sort of wanted an explanation. As much as I tried to tell myself that what happened between us was a long time ago and it didn't matter, I found I couldn't let it go that easily. I waited outside for about two minutes, debating with myself, but in the end I pushed myself inside.

Time was on my side today it seemed. Eddie was at the sink washing his hands and he was the only one there, aside from me. It took him a moment but he eventually glanced up at the mirror and did a double take when saw me standing behind him in the reflection. He looked startled and quickly shut off the tap before turning around to face me.

"I'd accuse you of stalking me but Jessica and I just moved here so.. I guess I don't know that for sure," he stated defensively as he crossed his arms over his chest.

I smirked at him. "It is a coincidence that we're both getting coffee right now but I also did follow you to the bathroom," I admitted shamelessly.

He looked uncomfortable with my honesty but oh well. It was too late to take the words back.

"Why? Aside from the other night, you and I haven't spoken in years."

"Hey! I called you every day for a month after you left and you never answered so who's fault is that?" I accused, unable to keep the emotion from my voice when I remembered how one day my best friend had just disappeared into the night when we were both sixteen.

Eddie dropped his eyes then, "Mine," he admitted quietly then he fell silent.

His words did not make me feel as vindicated as I would have expected. Though the years between now and our friendship were many, I felt like I could still tell when he was hiding something from me but I didn't press too much.

"So the kiss was that bad huh?" I muttered disdainfully, letting my pettiness get the best of me.

Eddie kept his eyes trained to the ground and stepped back a little, looking cornered as his breathing accelerated. That made me feel like a bit of a creep to be honest. Despite wanting answers, I wasn't trying to intimidate or bully him. Though the setting had changed, it seemed as though my childhood friend wanted nothing to do with reconnecting in any way, shape or form. I was also beginning to feel a bit stupid for caring. So what if he had been my first kiss on top of everything else? I was in my thirties now and high school was a lifetime ago. I clearly didn't know Eddie Anderson anymore and he seemed perfectly fine with that so I needed to be too.

I took a step forward but stopped in my tracks when he said, "I told you I was straight."

What a slap in the face.

"Right. Well.. thanks for that. Sorry for stalking you in here. See you around I guess. Or not," then I turned and made my way out of the bathroom, cursing myself silently when I realized I was half hoping he would stop me.

He didn't.

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Three weeks later I found myself crossing paths with the other half of the Anderson couple, Jessica. We didn't speak, since she hadn't a clue who I was in the first place. However, I did notice how the tall, dark and handsome stranger who's arm she was hanging off of wasn't Eddie. I tried to tell myself it was nothing. They were probably just friends. Friends that went to the movies together. Friends that sat uncomfortably close in the back of the theater together. Friends that looked flushed and rumpled once the credits were rolling.

In fact, the situation was so distracting for me that my own date, a pretty blonde coworker of mine that I'd been after for sometime now, walked out on me because I was too distracted. She thought I was lusting after Jessica but I didn't bother to correct her on the fact that I was much more concerned for Jessica's husband. That would just lead to exposing questions. No one at work knew I was bi and I wasn't coming out to them for no reason. I was sure it would be fine, given the year, but then again, my own family wasn't on speaking terms with me over my sexuality so it remained a sore spot for me, depending on who I was around. Work colleagues did not make the cut.

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After about a week of debating with myself I decided to go back to AleTaps. I hadn't been there in two months. Not once since the night he first crashed into me. I hadn't been back to that particular coffee shop either. The city was pretty big but I wanted to keep my distance since that's what my former friend seemed to want. Now though, and perhaps a little selfishly, I hoped to bump into him again. I knew it wasn't my business but I wanted him to know about his wife. Though he might not feel the same, I cared enough about Eddie that I didn't want him getting played. Although, my intentions were not completely altruistic. There was a small voice in the back of my brain that told me that if Mrs. Anderson was somehow removed from the picture, I might have a shot with him. Which, given the complete lack of interest Eddie had currently shown in me, was a ridiculous notion to have. I knew that but it was what it was.

When I entered the bar I quickly realized that the Anderson's were not present so I bought myself a drink and sat alone as I watched the door. Hours dragged by and I was beginning to regret my plan of action. It had already cost me two done deal's but I wasn't ready to leave either time. Just as I was about to give up, I finally saw Jessica enter the bar, followed closely by Eddie. He was dressed in the same outfit as before, skirt and all, but this time he had a thick black collar around his neck with an o ring attached. I wanted to devour him. It took everything in me to keep seated and silent but I managed and let them get settled in.

As I predicted, Eddie eventually came over to order drinks and that's when he noticed me. He glanced at me nervously but he didn't say a word. Then he quickly downed his drink and ordered another. Once received, he walked away, back to his wife. I watched with curiosity to see if he would make them leave again but he simply sat back down and attacked his second drink. Jessica raised her eyebrow at him but neither of them spoke.

I watched the couple for a while, noticing how men would openly come up and flirt with Jessica right in front of Eddie but the smaller man barely reacted to it. He kept his head down submissively the entire time and he didn't even flinch when one admirer got a little handsy and squeezed her thigh. This time when Eddie came up to get drinks, I noticed he'd ordered three and that the man that had been feeling up Jessica's leg was now brazenly kissing her neck.

"So I guess you know your wife is a cheating slut?" I asked him drunkenly as I openly stared at Jessica and her new man.

"What?" He asked before looking in the same direction. Then he blushed red. "You don't know anything. She's not cheating and she's not a slut," he replied dubiously.

"Sure, alright. I'm sorry. I guess I shouldn't have said that. Look man, it's just that I saw her last week at the movies and thought she was cheating on you but if you’re cool then I'm cool. It's not really any of my concern anyways."

"It's not," he agreed but then he looked as though he was wrestling with himself over something. "Jessica and I," he started still looking uncertain. "We are married but.. I'm also.. her... um.. c-cuckold by choice. She's allowed to.. be with whoever she wants. I would never stop her. I have no desire to stop her. It's better this way," he confessed shyly as his blush deepened.

Nothing could have surprised me more. Though I could clearly tell that Eddie was extremely submissive. Not much of a surprise there given how he was growing up but I figured the get up he wore was more of a humiliation ritual for them or something. It still could be, though I now wondered if it was because of their lifestyle. I also worried a little that Jessica might be taking advantage of him. My former friend had always been soft and easily bullied into things.

"So much for being a good little Christian boy for your daddy. I wonder what he would think," I couldn't help but mock out of jealousy.

He’d changed so much.. but for her.

Eddie blushed deeper and he looked offended. "This makes my wife happy. I love her. We're best friends. I know I'm.. I can't.. satisfy her and this works for us. Keep your judgments to yourself or you can forget about talking to me."

"Okay! Jeez I'm sorry. I know that was kind of out of line," I admitted as my mind reeled over this new information. I had not expected him to get that defensive of her. Maybe I had misjudged things? I let the subject drop and thought of something to break the tension. "So.. are you like, locked up under that skirt?" I asked bluntly, letting my curiosity get the better of me now that I was drunk.

"Fuck off," he muttered though he somehow managed to blush even more.

I smirked at him then and though my brain supplied the image to my mind, I felt a flash of jealously come over me. He was already so adorable. I wanted to see more in person, like his wife got to.

"What's taking so long conejito?" A melodic voice with a soft hispanic accent reminded me that Eddie was meant to be bringing drinks to his wife and her lover.

"Sorry M-uh-um-Jess," the gorgeous woman raised her perfectly manicured eyebrow at him but she didn't push him about why he was stumbling over his words. "This is Nicolas Moore. He's an old friend from before I transferred schools." He explained with a meaningful look and she gazed at me with a look of open curiosity.

"Oh, have you two known each other for a long time?" I asked feeling another stab of jealousy.

"Si," she answered. "We met senior year of high school and got married after a year of college. Poor little thing would have been lost without me," she confided with a patronizing pat to his head as he blushed and looked down at his feet. Then she grinned and looked down at Eddie, grabbing his chin in her delicate hand so that he was forced to look back up at her. "Your old friend is very handsome. Don't you think conejito?" Eddie's poor face seemed to be stuck in a permanent blush and he stuttered out nonsense in response. "Oh my. You're very excited aren't you conejito? Well now I have to ask him."

He looked panicked but she ignored that and turned to me.

"Here's the deal guapo. My little cuck and I have been searching for someone hung and sexy, such as yourself, to fulfill certain needs that we both have. Is there a chance you'd be open to something like that?" She purred seductively.

"What about your friend?" I asked as I inclined my head towards her abandoned table.