Man Without Clothes – Or Shame
'Do you have a point? Oh, wait…it's on your head.'
Tristan's eyes narrowed. "Why do people keep making fun of my hair?" he demanded of the coffee mug in his hand.
"Because it sticks out like a sore thumb?" Duke quipped.
Glaring at his boyfriend, Tristan said, "Not funny."
"I beg to disagree," Duke countered.
"At least my hair doesn't take an hour to style in the mornings," Tristan griped back.
"Perfection takes work," Duke said airily.
"Whereas if you just stayed naked all the time, no one would care what your hair looked like," Tristan said artlessly.
Duke's face flamed. "Ah…"
One brunet eyebrow rose. "Ah?"
Shaking himself out of his stupor, Duke said, "But if I never wore clothes, then I could never leave the house. People are funny about other people walking around outside naked, you know."
Tristan shrugged. "If you never left the house, then we could have sex more often – especially if you never wore clothes."
Duke whimpered. "You have no shame, do you?"
"None whatsoever," Tristan agreed happily.
"But we couldn't have sex all the time," Duke protested. "I imagine eventually we'd get tired."
"True," Tristan agreed blithely. "Occasionally, we'd have to rest – which you could also do naked," he pointed out, grinning.
Duke sighed and surrendered to the inevitable. "Do you want to go have sex right now?" he asked resignedly.
Eyes lighting up, Tristan said, "I thought you'd never ask!"
"Yeah, right," Duke mock-groused. He might wear women's clothes occasionally, but his hormones were entirely male.
And so was Tristan…