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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Glee
  Relationship:
      Santana_Lopez/Brittany_S._Pierce, Sam_Evans/Quinn_Fabray
  Character:
      Santana_Lopez, Brittany_S._Pierce
  Additional Tags:
      Genderswap, Crossdressing, Semi-Public_Sex
  Stats:
      Published: 2011-12-31 Words: 1325
****** Sweet Horror ******
by orphan_account
Summary
     Brett as Rocky Horror. Santiago as Dr. Frank N. Furter. 'Nuff said.
"I'll admit, Santiago, I was surprised when you volunteered for the role of Dr.
Frank N. Furter, but you really killed that song," Mr. Schuester praised.
Santiago sprawled out in one of the auditorium seats, idly readjusting his
corset.
"Of course I did; I'm amazing. I'm also the only one who could pull off this
outfit," Santiago smirked. He turned his attention to the stage, where they
were practicing "Touch-a, Touch-a, Touch-a Me." Finn seemed to have just
realized that, as Rachel was playing Janet, Brett was required to grope her
throughout the song. He glared heavily from a few seats down. Quinn and
Samantha were played perfect voyeurs, singing their parts and getting a little
too touchy to be convincing when they said they were straight.
Santiago clenched his jaw and forced himself to look at Rachel. The Jewish girl
was wearing her skimpy underwear as she belted out the notes of the song; he
convinced himself that the lack of attraction was because it was Berry.
Brett looked slightly overwhelmed as she guided where his hands went. He fit
the part of Rocky perfectly with his blonde hair, toned body, and clueless
expression. Everything, and Santiago did mean everything, was visible in his
tight golden shorts. He gulped, a nearly invisible blush rising to his cheeks,
as he averted his eyes. This was not the kind of outfit you wanted to get a
boner in.
The first persons who eye he caught had to be, of course, Kurt Hummel. The
flamboyant teen looked ridiculous as he gave him a judging look in his bald
cap. Santiago scowled and sunk further into his chair. Kurt didn't know what he
thought he did; he and Brett were just friends that maybe, sometimes made out.
Or had sex; but it was just to get off. There would never be anything more,
because they were both totally straight.
He stood up angrily, cursing when he stumbled in his heels. Trying to regain
his dignity, Santiago slowly walked to the backstage dressing rooms. They were,
thankfully, empty of students; most of them were rehearsing or watching.
Santiago kicked his heels off and braced himself on one of the lighted mirror
tables, sighing. He tried to recall how to felt to have Quinn and Samantha run
their hands all over his body for the "Sweet Transvestite" number. Instead it
was Brett, on his knees with lips stretched around his cock that came to his
mind. Santiago groaned in frustration and arousal.
He froze when he heard the door open and close, a lock clicking in the silence
of the room. Santiago's body was already humming in anticipation before he felt
the solid heat of Brett's chest against his back. Lips caressed his neck as two
strong hands grabbed his hips.
"What if someone comes in?" Santiago whispered. Though he was worried, it
wasn't enough to resist the blonde's touches.
"Finn and Rachel got in a fight when she made me grab her boob. Everything kind
of went downhill from there," Brett giggled in his ear. A sharp nip followed.
"Don't worry about anything. You look so hot in that outfit."
"I know," he retorted, finally regaining his senses and grinding her ass back
against Brett's bulge. The blonde stilled and let out a low moan that caused
the hairs on Santiago's body to stand straight up. Everything his best friend
did seemed to turn him on; it was unbelievable.
Brett pulled away, eliciting a whimper that Santiago would go to the grave
denying. The blonde chuckled, turning his best friend around and pressed him
against the wooden table. Their lips sealed together in a familiar movement,
something they had been indulging in since they were thirteen.
"I love your mouth," Brett said. It was a game he had been playing for a while;
he would point out everything he loved about the Latino without directly saying
that he loved him. The last time he had tried that had almost broken them
completely. "I love your corset. Can you breathe in that?"
"Not really," Santiago panted against Brett's lips. His hands reached up,
fingers grasping at his shoulders. Brett rocked steadily against him, the desk
making dull thuds against the wall with every movement. As much as Santiago
loved Brett's cock up his ass, or vice versa, they weren't careless enough to
actually go all the way. That was reserved for empty houses when their parents
and siblings were away.
"Good," Brett pulled at the ties of the corset, tightening it around Santiago's
chest. The Latino boy gasped for breath, dark spots beginning to appear in his
vision. They didn't indulge in his breath play kink often, but it turned him on
like nothing else. His cock was already fully hard, leaking against the fabric
of his panties.
Santiago moved his hands from Brett's shoulders, caressing down his muscled
back and grabbing at his toned ass. The boy had nothing to be ashamed of in
that outfit. Brett growled in approval and sucked a hickey into Santiago's
collar bone. He aimed a particularly brutal thrust that had Santiago
practically screaming in approval. He hoped no one had heard that on stage.
Brett seemed to be in a very teasing and dominant mood today as he removed
Santiago's hands and stepped away. He pulled down Santiago's panties and
fishnets, fisting his cock. Santiago let out a moan and thrust into Brett's
hand.
"Please, baby," he begged. Brett leaned forward to kiss him and began pumping
Santiago's member. He felt overwhelmed by the combination of sensations:
Brett's talented tongue, the hand on his dick, and the restriction of his air.
Santiago was a little embarrassed by how quickly his best friend made him come.
Brett glanced at the come on his hand with a thoughtful expression before
smearing it over his abs. "I want you to clean this off of me and then suck
me."
Santiago didn't even feel the pain of his kneecaps cracking into the floor as
he immediately dropped to his knees. His tongue laved at the blonde's skins,
occasionally pausing a suck a hickey. Brett grabbed fistfuls of his hair,
guiding Santiago's lips to his engorged member. Santiago freed the hardened
cock from the fabric, immediately going straight to deep throating.
It was enough to tear a surprised moan from Brett. His hips thrust forward,
cock bumping into the back of Santiago's throat. Santiago swallowed and sucked
around the length, obscene slurping noises filling the room. The temperature of
the room seemed to rise.
He reached a hand back to cup his balls, periodically squeezing. Brett was now
thoroughly fucking Santiago's face, hips pumping in abandon. Santiago relaxed
his throat and relished in the feeling. He hoped his voice would recover in
time for practice tomorrow.
Brett came with a muffled shout minutes later. Santiago swallowed, a bit of
come leaking from the corner of his mouth. Brett pulled him up into a kiss,
lapping it up with his tongue. Now that the urgency was gone, the two kissed
lazily. It was the comfortable aftermath that Santiago loved the most. He could
get off with any girl but Brett always made him feel relaxed; he never had the
urge to escape before he whined about when he would call him back. Brett was
never like that.
"Dudes," Finn asked from the other side of the door. "Why is the door locked?"
"I was just getting changed," Santiago answered with an already hoarse voice.
The two best friends quickly shed their costumes and pulled on their regular
clothes. The tightness of the corset had left deep red lines along Santiago's
skin; he wondered how long it would take for them to fade. They grabbed their
backpacks and unlocked the door.
Finn gave them a strange look, but continued inside. Brett and Santiago hurried
away, not wanting to be there when Finn finally realized that the room smelled
like sex.
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