2D glares at his reflection in the mirror as he fidgets with the hem of his nurse's dress. He tries to pull it down further to cover up the pink panties that are riding up and giving him a wedgie.
"Get out here, 2D," he hears his boyfriend call from the other room.
The blue haired singer growls quietly in annoyance, pulling his stockings up to his thighs. The dress is way too small for him. He could not bend over to fasten the clasp on his black dress shoes without his ass being exposed to the cold air behind him.
He did not think it would be this bad when he made the deal with Murdoc. They had been gambling on billiard games and after the fourth game, 2D had nothing left to bet. In a desperate attempt to get all of his money back, he had wagered that if Murdoc won he would do anything that Murdoc said for a day. Now that he is actually having to go through with the deal, he is seriously regretting it.
He huffs at his reflection in disapproval, pulling the dress down so it just barely covers his underwear. Then, he walks over to the bathroom door, opening it and stepping out nervously.
"Took you long enough," Murdoc says with a sly smirk. The older man sits on the bed, fully clothed and grinning.
"I hate you," 2D snarls, face hot with a blush from embarrassment as he makes his way over to his lover.
"No, you don't," the bassist corrects him with a chuckle and an evil smile, "Now go lean over the desk."
The singer huffs out in exasperation before begrudgingly heading toward the desk in the corner of the room and muttering, "You've got to be kidding me, Murdoc." He leans over the desk, hands on either side of his head. His face heats up even more as he feels the cold air ghost across his bottom and he thinks about how his ass is being exposed to the man across the room.
Murdoc grins crudely, standing up and undoing the button and zipper of his pants as he walks toward his lover. "Call me Dr. Niccals."
14th 2doc fic