Warning: This story contains cross-dressing and sex between under-aged boys. Please, do not read it if that offends you or if it's illegal to do so in your area.
Pink Tartan by: Eddie
Quinn looked in his full-length mirror and pursed his lips. He wasn't sure the look worked. The pink tartan skirt was, no doubt, flawless. The simple blouse he wore was open down to his navel over a white tank-top. That wasn't quite right- it needed jewelry. He walked quietly, out of habit rather than necessity, into his mother's room and took one of her rosaries- the one made of onyx. In front of his mirror again he slipped it on and decided that it was perfect. He pulled on white knee-high stockings and simple black mary janes- all that was left was hair and make-up.
In the bathroom he carefully applied light make-up, generally preferring the natural look, except for around the eyes. He put on dark eye-shadow and thick eyeliner. His hair, shoulder length and tawny, was pulled out of it's customary pony-tail and artfully mussed. Over all Quinn was very pleased with the transformation. He looked like a rebellious, and tragically flat-chested, catholic school girl.
Now that the dressing up was done he faced a dilemma- should he venture out of the apartment? It was true that he was known at school for dressing rather androgynously but this went way past androgyny. He clinked the silver bangles on his wrist together and chewed his bottom lip. It was an especially effeminate looking gesture in his current get up. He decided, perhaps unwisely, that the outfit was too good to waste. He would have to go out.
He exited his apartment building and slipped into the silky night of the city of Windwick. He knew, intellectually, that he should be afraid. That crime wasn't unknown even here in sleepy Windwick and that, even worse, he could run into someone from school. He had a hard enough time as it was fitting in, not that it particularly bothered him, but a sudden out cropping of rumors would be annoying to deal with. The worst case scenario could involve counselors, long meaningful talks, or Quinn getting his cute little face stomped in.
He smiled and turned away from the bright lights of downtown towards a seedier part of town. It didn't matter if he knew he should be afraid. The simple truth was that he just wasn't. He was headed towards "Piston" the only gay bar in Windwick. He didn't have any delusions about getting in- he very much looked his age of 16. But there was a park across from the bar where he could cruise guys. He'd picked up a few men there before. He kept hoping to see his third period English teacher standing in the sparse greenery and looking for company. Quinn was positive he was gay and that in the right circumstances he could get into those perfectly creased slacks.
He was so lost in this fantasy, thinking about Jonah's strong fingers fisting in his hair, that he thought the voice calling his name was from his own imagination. This time the voice yelled "Hey!" and Quinn stopped walking. He took quick stock of where he was and wasn't pleased. He was still several blocks from the relative safety of the "gay ghetto". His hand flitted to the knife strapped to his thigh and turned toward the mystery voice- praying that he wasn't going to have to fight off some asshole basher and ruin his outfit. The figure was still too far off, half in shadow crossing the street toward him, to tell who it was. "Quinn, is that you?"
The voice didn't sound threatening but it also didn't sound familiar. Quinn didn't trust it. He kept quiet, watching the figure draw closer, and wondered if he could manage a believable female voice. The person who had called for him finally reached the circle of light from the street lamp Quinn was under. He realized it wouldn't matter if he could pull off a good voice or not- he'd been legitimately recognized. The person who called for him was a boy from his English class named Harper. One of the popular kids- a god of the soccer team. It was kind of funny, really, he'd been dreaming of Jonah and one of his fellow students appeared. "Yeah. You caught me, I guess. What the fuck are you doing down here?"
Harper looked taken aback by the venom in Quinn's voice. "I don't mean you any trouble..." He took a step closer. "I just left Piston."
It was Quinn's turn to look shocked. He didn't even know how to reply. There were too many questions. Was Harper really gay? How did he get in? How was their shared secret going to change things? What he did say was; "I never expected to see you down here."
He smiled. "I can't say the same. Your outfit is rather unexpected though."
Quinn's mouth set into a hard line. He still wasn't sure how he felt about this whole exchange. "This is going to stay between us, right? I think I could blab all I wanted about you and no one would believe me- but you... you could make life difficult for me."
Harper took another step forward, there was a scant two feet between them now, "I wouldn't do that. I'm not like how I seem at school, I promise." He seemed sincere and Quinn didn't think he could handle it if Harper gave him another once over with those smokey eyes. Harper was gorgeous- there was no argument about that. He was fairly short for a boy, a few inches shorter than Quinn in his thick-soled mary janes, and had the toned body of a dedicated athlete. His dark hair was cut short. The only thing that separated him from his straight-laced persona at school was his presence in this neighborhood.
Quinn decided it was okay to relax. "So, do you have a fake ID or something? They never actually let me inside Piston."
Harper chuckled; "Well, I wasn't in the bar so much as near it."
"You went to the park." Quinn let that sit in the air for a minute- waiting to see if Harper would deny seeking anonymous sex. "Any luck?"
Harper closed the distance between them. "I'm not sure. I have a prospect but I haven't closed the deal yet."
Quinn could feel the heat of Harper, was sure it would burn his pale skin, "What's the hold up?" His voice was dry.
"I'm nervous." His voice was steady, sure, he smiled.
Quinn put his hand on Harper's chest to push him away. He couldn't stand him being that close, smelling that distinctive smell of boy, it was driving him crazy. His hand betrayed him. Harper's body was warm and firm. Quinn let out a small gasp. "I... I don't believe you're the nervous one."
"I like your skirt..." Harper pulled Quinn against him. His strong thigh parted Quinn's legs easily and he slid his hand up Quinn's smooth thigh. He pressed his face into the crook of Quinn's neck and inhaled deeply. "You even shaved, you minx."
Quinn moaned. This just wasn't fair. Harper's hot breath on his neck was robbing him of all rational thought. His cock, hard and leaking already, was pressed into Harper's muscled thigh. "Harper... please..."
"Please?" He lightly smacked Quinn's thigh, eliciting a gasp, and chuckled darkly. "If I'd known you were this much fun I would have sought you out." Harper ground his thigh against Quinn's erection.
"Ah... not in the street..."
"What do you want?" He suckled and nipped at Quinn's neck.
"Fuck me, god damn you!" Quinn groaned and dug his fingernails into Harper's back.
"Gladly." He dragged Quinn into the nearest alley and pushed him up against the rough brick wall. "I don't have a condom."
"God damn it!" Quinn's eyes flashed with rage and frustration.
"Just kidding."
"You twisted bastard."
Harper laughed, "I'm glad you're catching on." He pushed Quinn's skirt up, both hands caressing soft thighs, and let out another easy laugh. "I'm not the only one full of surprises- nice knife."
"A girls got to protect herself." Quinn pulled Harper's face to his and kissed him for the first time. Their tongues sparred and after that there were no more words. Quinn's hands clutched and caressed every inch of Harper they could reach. His body was amazing. He gasped when Harper lifted him easily so that his legs were around Harper's waist. He could feel Harper's erection through his jeans pressing greedily into his backside.
Harper pulled Quinn's underwear down around his thighs, smiling when he realized they were panties, and unzipped his jeans. He wasn't wearing any underwear. His cock sprang free and he quickly retrieved a small bottle of lube and a condom from his pocket. He couldn't take his time in an alley, that was a shame, but he had to be inside Quinn now.
Quinn let out a needy whimper when he felt questing fingers near his entrance. The bricks were digging in to his shoulders but he didn't care. He'd never been fucked by anyone else before. He hoped desperately that Harper wasn't much larger than the toy he had at home. He didn't want to seem inexperienced.
It turned out he didn't have anything to worry about. Harper was perfect. His cock was slender and not too long and he took it slow. He was an excellent lover, sensitive to Quinn's whimpers and moans, reading his desires and starting slow before slamming in to him again and again. Harper grunted and kept his face buried in the sweet aroma of Quinn's hair. Quinn was soft, sweet, it brought out the top in Harper in the worst way. He wanted to possess him totally.
It was all over too quickly. Quinn came from the friction of his cock rubbing against Harper and the mind-numbing pleasure of Harper inside him. His body locked up and then began to shake. His moans, and whimpers, were small and effeminate.
Quinn's body suddenly started to grip and release Harper's erection and it dragged him over the edge. He let out a guttural "Oh, fuck..." that was almost more moan than words. He collapsed against Quinn, pressing him painfully against the wall, and took deep unsteady breaths.
"Harper..." Quinn felt light headed. "The wall's hurting me."
"Oh, sorry." He reluctantly pulled out and let Quinn down. He didn't want it to be over so soon. "That was..." He tossed the condom on the ground and tucked his cock back in his jeans.
Quinn pulled his panties up and laughed nervously, "Ummm, awesome?"
Harper nodded but his smile turned sour. "We... things can't change at school. My dad... he's..."
"It's alright." Quinn sighed and looked around them. The un-romantic setting seemed all too appropriate now. "I'm sorry I got cum on you."
Harper looked down and smiled ruefully. "It's alright. I do my own laundry and I'm not going home tonight anyway."
Quinn nodded. "Where does your dad think you are?"
"At the house of one my soccer team-mates. I'm gonna sleep in my car. It's the only way I can go out without him knowing."
"Yeah. My mom's out of town. I never would have been able to leave the house like this otherwise."
There was a couple long moments of silence- both boys wanting to stay but knowing they had to go. "I guess I'll get going..." Harper turned to go.
"Wait- come home with me."
Harper turned back- wanting to see if the offer was out of pity or a genuine desire for his continued presence. He decided it didn't matter. "Alright." Things at school wouldn't change, true, but out of range of his father's prying eyes things were going to be a lot different in Harper's life now. He had someone he could be himself with. Things were definitely looking up.
Quinn took Harper's hand and begin leading him to the small apartment he shared with his mother. He realized that he had yet to lie to Harper- and he thought he might like to keep it that way. He wondered, idly, if Harper could be his first boyfriend. It turned out that they didn't like to date but friends with benefits was something that they did very very well.
The End.