Off-key humming came from the bathroom and for about ten seconds Logan wondered who the fuck was in his house. His breath caught in his throat at the very moment that memory slammed into him with the force of a wrecking ball. His tossed his jacket on the back of the couch and closed his eyes. The image of a guileless smile framed by dimples tucked into the golden sparkles of sunlight on lean, stubbled cheeks teased the inside of his eyelids and had his heart thudding double time.
Chase. Dear God, Chase.
The sound of running water ceased as did the humming and Logan’s eyes slammed open. The bathroom door opened and a woman Logan had never seen before came gliding out. Artfully mussed black hair cascaded to the padded shoulders of her black bolero jacket. A ringlet caressed the silky honey colored skin of her collarbone and disappeared under the neckline of a slim crimson linen sheath. Full breasts strained the front of the dress and as the woman twirled in front of him Logan took note of her high, round ass and long, long legs encased in black tights. In the sky-high four-inch stiletto heels of her pointy toed fuck-me pumps, the woman reached his own height of six foot four.
Logan’s eyes narrowed as he watched her pirouette once more, a dimple appearing in her peach smooth cheek. Those legs. That ass. The fucking dimples.
“Jesus Christ, Chase! You look like Joan Collins on steroids!” he gasped, his heart upping its beat to triple time as he stared at his best friend’s perfect ass covered in skin tight designer label linen.
“Like it?” Chase’s amused baritone gave away his delight that he’d stumped Logan for all of a minute and a half.
“Like it? Fuuuuck. It’s enough to turn me straight.” Logan groaned as Chase turned his back toward him and bent over to grab his ankles. In that position, Logan could see his best friend had tucked his package away in the black tights. But it wasn’t Chase’s cock and balls that had Logan panting as if he’d run a mile in under three minutes. It was the perfection of his ass.
Chase had always had the best ass Logan had ever seen. Covered in the sexy dress, material pulled tight over the taut globes, Logan could fully understand why women wore dresses like that. They must drive straight men crazy staring at their asses. For his part, Logan couldn’t look away from Chase’s backside. He wanted to touch it, knead it, bite it, spank it and then spread the perfect flesh and eat his way to the honeyed center. When he’d licked and sucked Chase to melting surrender, he’d push those muscular cheeks further apart and slam his cock deep into the tight heat of his best friend’s hole.
Logan shuddered and swallowed hard as Chase straightened, rubbing his hands down his slim hips.
“It’s a great costume, don’t you think? No one will know the shoulders of the jacket aren’t really padded,” Chase said, eyeing himself in the full length mirror in the hallway.
“Oh, they’re padded alright,” Logan muttered as he willed his erection down. “With 100 percent pure male muscle.”
Chase arched his darkened brows and smirked, saying, “You’re just jealous you can’t do Joan.”
“You’re right. I am jealous I can’t do Joan.” Logan mustered up a smile, so Chase would think he was playing along when in reality he meant every word. He’d give anything to do Joan…well, Chase dressed as Joan. Never in his life had he found a man in drag attractive, but he’d give his left arm — he needed the right one to write and jack off — to fuck Chase while he wore that dress and heels.
“You need to hurry up and get into costume or we’ll be late to Jules’ party,” Chase told him as he fluffed the long hair of his wig.
Logan’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. “If you’re going as Joan Collins, what am I going as?”
“I’m not going as Joan Collins. I’m going as Joan Collins playing Alexis Carrington in Dynasty,” Chase said.
“Which makes my costume…what?” Logan crossed his arms over his t-shirt clad chest. Chase had a wicked sense of humor and Logan just knew that this costume thing would turn out to be some kind of joke on him.
Chase’s green eyes sparkled with amusement. “Well, there’s a designer dress hanging in the bathroom that looks like something Linda Evans would have worn on the show.”
“Oh, no! No fucking way!” Logan backed away from the bathroom. “I am not wearing a dress to the party!”
Laughter bubbled out of Chase’s perfectly made up red lips. “Why not? I thought we’d make a great Krystle and Alexis Carrington.”
“You might make a great Joan Collins but I sure as fuck would not make a great Linda Evans,” Logan protested. “Can you see me in a dress? I’d look worse than Eddie Izzard in drag!”
Two perfectly groomed brows arched up. “Oh, I can see you in a dress alright,” Chase purred seductively. “Those long legs and tight ass in a long evening gown that fits like a second skin…be still my heart!”
Logan rolled his eyes at Chase’s dramatic words. “Shut up! I’d look like shit. That being said, what is my costume?”
With a shake of his dark wigged head, Chase picked up a suit bag that was draped over the back of a stool at the breakfast bar. “Here. It’s a suit. Jules picked it out. And I’ve got some temporary coloring to turn your hair silver. You’ll be Blake Carrington. With your chiseled face, you should have no problem pulling off John Forsythe.”
“I don’t understand why you’re not Linda Evans. Krystal was married to Blake in the series. Alexis was the ex-wife,” Logan pointed out.
Chase made a rude sound. “Alexis is the character everyone knows. Besides every gay man on the planet loved her.”
“Speak for yourself,” Logan muttered as he headed for his bedroom. “Lemme grab a shower and then you can help me with the hair before I get dressed.”
Logan and Chase have been friends since college. Both gay, they never hooked up, though Logan has been desperately in love with Chase all these years. He thinks Chase is "out of his league." When Chase moves back to town, they attend a costume party where everything changes.
Kissing Joan Collins is a very sweet story, and well-written. The characters are likeable if rather oblivious, and you'll want them to be happy. Unfortunately, most of the developments happen less than halfway through, and the story goes on a bit too long. That being said, the sex is hot and these guys are amazing together. If you like your stories light on plot and long on longing, this one is for you!
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