Page 81 of Pretty ’n Peak

Like maybe next time he could shave the chest hair poking out between the Xs of ribbon, or maybe put on a little makeup…

He swallowed hard.

“How are you doing, babe?” Austin called through the door.

“Um… good.” Because he was. Even if tears were sliding down his cheeks.

“Ready to give me a little show?”

He sucked in a breath, then nodded to himself in the mirror, convincing himself before he could find the words. “OK.” He wiped his face on the towel.

Fingers trembling, he opened the door. This was just where he’d stood three days earlier. In the same room, with the same kind man waiting for him. But how much had changed.

He took a step into the hotel room.

This should have been the big reveal, but although Austin was beaming at him, he knew that he was probably just a blur.

“Hey, sexy,” Austin said, voice deep and seductive.

Mateo laughed, half nervous, and half bubbling over in delight. “You can’t see me.”

“I don’t have to see you to know that you’re sexy. Come here.”

Mateo went, responding to the command.

Austin was seated on the same couch they’d shared earlier, but now right in the middle. Mateo paused a couple feet away.

What would Austin think, now that he could see him? Just because Mateo liked the way he looked, didn’t mean that Austin would feel the same.

Austin leaned forward and ran his hands up Mateo’s thighs, leaving burning paths in their wake. “Gorgeous,” he breathed, sounding reverent.

His thumbs traced the sensitive line where satin met skin, then pulled Mateo a few steps closer, until their knees touched.

Now his lace-covered cock was practically in Austin’s face. Which he hoped was sexy, because his heart was beating a million miles an hour.

But the look in Austin’s eyes answered everything. He looked enchanted. Hungry. His eyes roved over Mateo’s body, ending at the visible bulge in those innocent, white panties.

It was affirming and arousing in a way that Mateo didn’t know was even possible. If he could have chosen a reaction out of anything, this would have been it.

Austin inhaled deeply, like he just wanted to savor Mateo’s cock in its silky confines before he swallowed it down.

But instead he pressed a soft kiss to Mateo’s round belly, that thick strip of skin between his panties and the lacy shirt, before pulling back a few inches.

That was the most precious of all. He made it all real.

“What would you like me to call you?” Austin asked, voice rumbling.

“Um…” It took a moment for the question to register. He hadn’t thought that far ahead.

“Are you a pretty girl right now or a pretty boy? Or maybe just pretty?” Austin’s hands traced around his back, over the fluttering ribbons and up the lace.

Mateo felt his face heat. “Uh… I don’t think I’m a girl. At least not… all the way?”

“Good job. How does the word boy sound to you? Or boi with an i?”

“I think I could still be a… boy.” Though he didn’t know how it was spelled. “As long as I’m not…” He didn’t have words to explain. He could be Austin’s pretty boy, when it was said in such adoring tones. When it made him feel soft and sweet.

“Not a man? Or not just a man?” Austin finished for him, after a pause. “Being a boy, a sub, is a whole different identity.”