Dec 2nd - Shearrett and Santa Baby for lamentomori. A special request for the Shea & Wade of my Beardy & Burly series and the natural progression of the lingerie experimentation that goes on in that verse.
"Safe home fellas!"
Sheamus waved off the last of his friends and closed the door on the outside world, ready to spend what remained of the night with the man he adored. Not that he hadn't enjoyed the convivial atmosphere of the evening, it had been fun to do something so domestic as have friends over for a festive dinner party, but now he just wanted to be alone with his fiancé. His fiancé who appeared to be trying to get out of clean up duties by disappearing upstairs as Shea had been escorting their guests to the door, whispering something about changing. He'd forgive him this time, since there were only a few glasses that needed shifted to the kitchen and it only took one quick trip before he was back in the living room, tuning in the TV to a Christmas countdown on one of the music channels.
Glancing at his reflection in the mirror that hung over the mantel, Shea debated for a second whether or not he should follow Wade's lead and go change into something a little less dressy than the jeans/button down/vest combo he was currently sporting. He only had a moment to think about it before the reflected appearance of his man in the living room doorway stole all thoughts from his head.
Wade held two champagne flutes, filled not with sparkling wine, but with what seemed to be Guinness, but that wasn't what had robbed Sheamus of the ability to think.
It was what he had changed into.
A dress. No, not a dress, there was a split as he took a step forward into the room, the bottom part was definitely pants. A jumpsuit then.
Wade was wearing a jumpsuit. In deep midnight blue, scattered with silver glitter. Wide legged with a crossover top and a belt made of the same glittery fabric wrapped round his waist and tied in a bow over his hip.
He looked good. He didn't look like he was in drag, or that he was trying to present himself as a woman; the soft fabric fell flat over his chest, and very not flat over his crotch. He looked like a very attractive, very well built man in a very fabulous outfit.
Sheamus turned to face him, taking in the slight look of worry on his beloved's handsome face.
"Is it too much? It's too much isn't it...I'll go change...take these…"
He held out the glasses to Sheamus, his body already twisting towards the door and the stairs. Shea caught his wrist, preventing him from leaving.
"No! No...please...don't. Don't change...you don't need to change...you look fucking amazing, lover. You just knocked my brain off line for a second there. Seriously. You look gorgeous."
Wade's tentative smile blossomed into a sparkling one at the compliment.
"Thanks, James. I was worried it might be a step too far...fancy knickers are one thing, but women's clothes are a whole other matter."
Sheamus took his glass, and sat on the couch, patting his knee in invitation, wrapping his free arm around Wade's waist when that invitation was accepted. He looked around room, eyes darting about dramatically before smiling at his fiancé and pressing a small kiss to his tattooed upper am.
"I don't see any women...I see a very sexy, very handsome man who I am arse over tit in love with. So it's not women's clothes you're wearing, just your own."
"Arse over tit. You've got such a way with words, you old romantic."
Wade clinked his glass against Shea's, both men taking a sip, Shea nodding appreciatively at the discovery of what was in his glass.
"Black Velvet? Nice and classy, just like me...ah, c'mere...you've got a bit…"
Sheamus drew closer, swiping his thumb across the corner of Wade's mouth, replacing it almost immediately with his lips in a brief tender kiss. He touched his forehead to the other man's as the kiss broke, his voice soft and gentle as he spoke.
"You had a Guinness moustache."
"In my moustache?"
Sheamus grinned back at his man, darting in to steal another quick, more heated kiss.
"Wade?"
"What?"
"Does it bother you when I call you Mrs O? You know I don't think of you like a woman, don't you?"
"Sheamus. My beloved...my betrothed...my big ginger hunk...do you think I wouldn't kick your bloody arse if it bothered me?"
"Good point."
"I know I am a man who likes nice things and I know you are a man who likes…"
"...loves…"
"...who loves this particular man who likes nice things, and if you think this looks good...just wait until you see what's underneath."
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