Rick managed to open his passenger door and slipped Craig inside without dropping him. He quickly got in and started the car, racing toward Craig's apartment at record speed. Craig was silent for the entire time and so was Rick, surprisingly. Craig's ankle was still throbbing like hell and that was really all he could focus on. There was some movement on Rick's side of the car and he suddenly felt a hand squeezing his hand. Rick wasn't looking at him; Craig looked down and realized that even though Rick had done something insensitive and inattentive, he realized it and felt kind of horrible. If he hadn't been such good company before, Craig might not be so inclined to forgive him. Then again, this was the same man who made him trot around in a dress and wig, much to the joy of Catherine and the mortification of Craig.
They pulled up to Craig's apartment complex sometime later and Rick dashed around to the other side of the car to pull Craig back out of the passenger seat again. He made it as easy as he could by swinging his legs out of the car and wrapping his arms around Rick's neck. He really was pretty damn strong, or maybe Craig was inordinately light. Had the circumstances and the situation been different, he would have liked… No, Craig knew himself well enough to know that he would have been just as caustic and prickly under any other circumstances unless he was some benefactor for the Library and he wouldn't have considered him dateable in the first place.
"You alright there?" Rick asked, pulling Craig out of his thoughts.
They were already up to his apartment and Rick seemed to be waiting for Craig to realize they were at his apartment. He quickly shook his head to snap out of it and tried to open the door. Rick did it for him, managing to juggle Craig in his arms and pull the door open with ease. Much to Craig's relief, he didn't find Cat sleeping on his couch or even a trace of whatever she brought anywhere in sight in the living room.
Rick carefully placed Craig on the couch before sitting on his coffee table to fuss over Craig's twisted ankle by unzipping both of the horrible boots Catherine made him wear. Craig watched carefully, just letting Rick do as he pleased, which seemed to be right in line with what Craig wanted. Rick inspected both of his ankles before deciding which was bigger.
"S'it's this one, right?" Rick asked somberly, gently touching Craig's swollen left ankle.
Craig winced and nodded; Rick got up and turned Craig sideways on the couch by his hips. He gathered up some pillows and stacked them under Craig's ankle. He was moving wordlessly and his face was set into hard lines that Craig didn't like. They made his stomach twist into guilty knots and he didn't like it: it wasn't even his fault that he had been hurt. When he looked up, Rick had disappeared into his kitchen; Craig could hear his freezer being opened. He must be getting an icepack.
This wasn't exactly how he wanted to spend the rest of the evening, forced to wear a dress or not. The pins in the wig were suddenly starting to bother him, so he carefully plucked each one out and set them on the coffee table. He'd probably look strange without it right now, but he didn't care. Craig just wanted to be… Craig again. He tossed the wig off of his head onto the table as well and fumbled with the clasp on the choker. Funny how most annoying clothing never bothered someone unless they were thinking about it; that must be how women got around in uncomfortable clothing most of the time.
The little bag that Catherine packed for him wasn't lost in this fray, thankfully; Craig remembered Cat saying she packed him something to help himself clean up a bit. He opened the impractical wisp of a bag and found some makeup wipes, which he immediately started using, stripping off every possible particle of this horrible paint that Catherin had slathered on him. He tossed the wipes away in a waste bin near him and leaned his head back. That was marginally better; he couldn't take off the corset without help… He was dreading even bringing up that he was wearing one.
Rick returned from the kitchen with a small bag of ice cubes wrapped in one of Craig's kitchen towels while Craig was emptying the rest of his things from the handbag. He dumped his phone, his ID, that damned lipstain that Catherine forced on him and then… out of the zippered pouch fell a flat shiny bit of foil. Craig stared at it for a moment, feeling the temperature rising in his head, but he quickly let it go. Catherine had snuck him a damn condom and he wanted to kill her right now. He dared to look up at Rick who was giving him something of a half-smile. Well at least someone was amused.
"Y'look more yourself," he said, sounding not at all displeased with that.
"No thanks to you," Craig said grumpily before he could bite back the words; he was mostly surprised there was no comment on the condom.
Rick looked guilty again and carefully crouched down next to the couch to apply the icepack to Craig's ankle. Craig winced and tried really hard not to whimper in pain, but sound escaped anyway. Rick was smiling still, that damned half-smile, but he wasn't looking at Craig. He was purposefully avoiding eye contact. Craig fidgeted a little, not enjoying the sinking feeling of guilt he felt, too.
"Rick… I…," he began, making Rick look at him with his deep green eyes. Shit, Craig wasn't sure he could work up an apology like that.
"Look, I don't hate you for what happened tonight," he said slowly, "There was a 97% chance of everything going haywire in the first place… It's only half your fault I nearly got assaulted in a parking lot and then felt up on the dance floor, so I… well…"
Rick's eyebrows shot up when Craig said he'd gotten felt up on the dance floor; an angry and slightly possessive look replaced it. Craig's stomach suddenly seized up into knots. He thought he knew what to think of Rick, but he'd decided in the restaurant he wasn't so bad… He'd always found him attractive, even if he hadn't wanted to… His opinions about a lot of things were shifting and he frankly didn't like it much, but here went nothing.
"I forgive you," Craig said finally, reaching to awkwardly play with the knot on his dress. He wasn't making eye contact, but he could almost feel Rick's heavy gaze.
Rick exhaled, making Craig look up at him with confusion. Had he said something wrong? He was under the assumption that an apology was exactly what Rick was looking for, but it didn't seem to be the case. Craig watched as his date arranged pillows and the icepack so it would lay on Craig's ankle unassisted. He then stood up and stuck his hand in his pocket to touch his keys; Craig could hear the jangle.
"Well, I'm gonna leave you alone then," Rick said, sounding decidedly rejected, "Sorry about the trouble, sweetheart. Won't happen again. Didja need somethin' else before I go?"
Craig's eyebrows knitted together. Here he was, trying to patch things up and now Rick was going to dump him here late at night with an injured ankle. This was not going to do at all.
"Yes," Craig said, sounding too much like a petulant child for his tastes, "Come here."
Rick did as he was asked; once he got close enough, Craig grabbed the fabric of his shirt and pulled him down as close as he could get him. His expression was one of utter annoyance and frustration; Rick was looking a trifle surprised.
"I forgave you, I'm okay, you were my 'knight in shining armor' for the night, happy now?" Craig said in an irate hiss, "Get with that idiotic charm you're so well known for."
Rick stared for several moments and finally chuckled, "Ooooh, gorgeous, you asked for it."
Rick lifted Craig's chin and kissed him as chastely and neatly as Rick could muster, chuckling again when he broke away and Craig's clear frustration was still plain as day on his face. Craig nearly considered chucking that horrible blonde wig at him for revenge, but he took a better route and grabbed the back of Rick's neck. He roughly pulled him down for a harder, hotter kiss. Craig broke away suddenly when he felt tongue. He got a hell of a lot more timid now that he was actually being serious about this.
Rick chuckled again; he picked Craig up by the hips and made it so he could sit on the couch with Craig, still in a dress, sitting in his lap. Craig wearily laid his head against Rick's shoulder; he liked how Rick's arms were around his waist now, strong and now felt kind of protective. His fingers were lazily trailing around the hem of the dress… Craig stiffened suddenly when he felt fingertips brushing the wispy silk of the stockings he was forced to wear. Shit, he was very, very careful to avoid touching his legs tonight because of how sensitive they were, but Rick didn't seem to be anywhere near as careful. He probably didn't even know what this was about to do to him; Craig involuntarily shivered while Rick's hands seemed to enjoy the feel of the damn stockings. He was tracing outlines of the vine and leave patterns mid-thigh and Craig had to bite his tongue very hard.
"Your friend did a preeetty nice job," Rick commented.
"I'm going to kill her," Craig said in a deadpan, eyeing the thankfully forgotten foil wrapper that was dumped on the floor.
Now instead of fingers, Rick was running his whole hands across Craig's thighs. Craig didn't move away, but unintentionally pressed himself into Rick's chest, biting back a sigh. It was a strange feeling, it didn't quite tickle but it made him squirm a little… more now that Rick was being forward about it. Wearing lace panties really, really wasn't helping his situation either. It was soft lace at least, so it didn't itch, but it made it hard to ignore the 'mostly' innocuous caresses in about the worst way possible. Rick's hands strayed toward Craig's knees.
"Y'smell really good, too," Rick's voice rumbled in his chest, right next to Craig's cheek, "Kinda like peaches 'n cream."
Craig could feel his face burning, but it wasn't so much from embarrassment now. His heart was beating pretty fast, too. He felt something under his chin, making him look up at Rick who had a half-smile on his lips. Craig swallowed in anticipation a little, biting his lip so he remembered to breathe. They were so close, close enough to smell something faint and musky, something that must've been Rick. It smelled so manly that it made Craig feel more feminine and he was alright with that somehow for the first time of the night.
"I'm so sorry for tonight, gorgeous," Rick said softly.
That damn husky voice combined with Rick's hands lazily trailing along the vine patterns on Craig's stockings was making him seize up in goose bumps all along his arms and down his back.
"I-it's okay," Craig mumbled, trying to look away, "It wasn't all horrible. Just that damned club."
In fact, things had gone better than expected at the restaurant, though admittedly, his expectations were very low. Things had only gone haywire at the club because Craig had attracted something of a stalker for whatever reason that Craig couldn't divine. He looked back over at Rick whose mouth has split into a stupid grin. Rick's arm circled around Craig's shoulder, pulling him forward. Craig's eyes automatically shut and he tilted his chin slightly forward, but Rick just brushed his bottom lip with a thumb.
"I like ya much better like this though," Rick commented, running his thumb the other direction, "I betcha look more comfortable without the dress."
Craig's eyes snapped open, "Help me the hell out of it, if it bothers you so much," he said waspishly, like he'd been waiting for that all night. He had.
"Don't bother me, unless it bothers you," Rick said with a wolfish grin.
"Do it anyway," Craig deadpanned the command.
"You got it, angel," Rick laughed, pulling at the ties around Craig's waist.
It took some pulling and a lot of serious communication, but the dress eventually came off. The blue material slid off of Craig's shoulders making him shiver again and pooled around his waist. Rick was staring at the pink brocade of the corset with a little grin that looked mischievous. His one hand stopped trailing lines across Craig's stockings to reach up and run down Craig's forcibly set curves. Craig chewed his lip and shut his eyes, trying to think something through. He… kind of wanted Rick to stay, much to his surprise.
He set his chin on Rick's shoulder shyly, trying to draw up the courage to ask, "Can… can we g-go to my bedroom?" he asked quietly.
Rick didn't need a second invitation. He scooped Craig up and tossed the rest of the dress on the couch, making a beeline for the bedroom. He set Craig down gently on the edge of the bed, getting an eyeful of the set of clothes Catherine had forced Craig to buy for tonight. Craig fidgeted a little, reddening while Rick looked at him. The corset forced Craig's already skinny waist into something that resembled a thin hourglass shape, running down his chest, waist and hips until Rick caught sight of the garter belt that matched. It pulled the opaque black stockings into a neat point in the middle of each of his thighs and matched the black gloves that still covered his hands up to his elbows. Women's clothing or not, Rick thought he looked absolutely edible.
He thanked whatever luck he had that Craig honestly liked him enough to stick around to see this. Craig nervously bit his lip and looked up at Rick while he was being quiet. Rick tried to start unbuttoning buttons on his shirt, but was taking much too long for Craig's taste. He stood up on his good leg and started unbuttoning them for Rick, carefully avoiding the taller man's gaze. Rick smiled and ran his hands down the length of Craig's corset, playing with the ties and tugging at the tight criss-crossing pattern across his back. It got harder for Craig to concentrate on unbuttoning, with a pair of hands across his back and the line between buttons getting wider.
Plus, Rick's rough face brushed Craig's bare shoulder, shocking him out of his unbalanced position, but Rick held him in place. Craig hadn't been so glad he was on a date with a literal bruiser up until that point. By the time he undid the last button he could see, Rick was kissing the lines of his neck, making it pretty damn hard to stay upright. He obligingly leaned his head to the other side so Rick could gently nibble toward his ears. His hands strayed further downward, finally cupping Craig's lace-clad ass. Rick gripped tighter when Craig started swaying again, full on hauling him back onto the bed.
"Stay here," he instructed, quickly pulling off his blazer and untucking his shirt.
Craig didn't have much of a choice to go anywhere else, so he sat up and idly played with the garters on his leg. This immediately made him wonder why he hadn't taken them off yet… He reached around his back for the clasps on the garter belt, but Rick came back with the pack of ice in hand.
"Don't you touch that," he said with a playful mock-biting tone.
Craig scowled at him, but it didn't have any effect on Rick whatsoever; Craig did, however, move his hands away from the clasps when Rick knelt down in front of him. Craig gave him a wary look over his glasses, still seeing the bag of ice in Rick's eager clutches.
"Lean back and close your eyes," Rick said with a mischievous smirk that Craig didn't like one bit.
With a bit of pushing, he did shut his eyes and lean back. It did make it easier to breathe, after all. Rick thankfully put the bag of ice down before he ran his hands down Craig's stocking clad legs, but the left hand was still cold, making Craig shiver and his skin seize into goose bumps again. Fingers trailing along the stockings just felt so strange; Rick's rough fingers slid effortlessly across Craig's legs like this. Rick picked up Craig's uninjured right foot gently and held it loosely in his hands. Craig actually looked up this time to see Rick trailing his tongue across the top of his covered toes. His toes immediately curled and his entire body tensed up. The sudden sliding and warm sensation across his toes made Craig gasp; why did that feel so good?
Rick moved up, pressing kisses across Craig's ankle, calf, knee, and thigh, carefully nibbling past the very top of the stockings toward the edge of the garter belt. His hands began to scrabble at the hooks on the front of Craig's corset; one by one, as they unsnapped, Rick trailed his mouth up Craig's chest and one by one snap Craig's breathing started to hitch. The corset material splayed out behind Craig's back like a set of pink wings as Rick started sucking at the hollow of his throat. Craig's hands tangled themselves in the loosened material of Rick's green dress shirt, arching the small of his back.
Rick pulled back slightly, grinning at the sight beneath him. Craig was laying there in a heap of pink fabric and dark sheets, eyes half-lidded and skin flushed with anxiety and pleasure; his toes were near permanently curled by now and his hips were trying to reach some place… they didn't know where. This was exactly where Rick had wanted him from the very moment he decided he was attracted to the stuffy librarian. There was some rustling that Craig couldn't immediately register, but suddenly he bucked and gasped at a sudden spike of cold across his chest.
"You…!" he said, neck craned too far back to actually see what Rick was doing.
He had taken one of the ice cubes from the ice pack and started trailing it right down Craig's chest toward his navel. The sudden shock of cold made his heat-flushed skin chill in a manner of half a second. The ice was melting on the way down, dragging a path of cold right through Craig like a spike. Rick leaned down again and gently sucked the water that melted off of Craig's chest, making it down to Craig's navel, where the ice cube rested, gently drinking the remains from that crevice. Rick breathed and licked along the lines of Craig's stomach, trying to warm it back up and it indeed did without much work.
Rick was sitting between Craig's knees again, carefully unhooking the garters from Craig's stockings like an expert. He wasn't trying to remove the belt, though. He gripped the waistband of the lace panties and pulled them down his legs slowly, the lace rasping against Craig's silk encased legs. He shuddered, but did his best not to move away. His cock had been hard for a long time now and that lace prison was a good riddance in Craig's mind. It wasn't such a good riddance to him when Rick dragged a fresh ice cube down the sensitive vein on the bottom. Craig gasped and tried to move his hips out of the way, but Rick's hand was there to hold him right back down. That brute was strong enough to have his way with the ice cube and Craig's member while Craig was incoherently begging for mercy.
"S'cooooldstopstopstopit'scold!" he whined before Rick dragged it right back up to the head of his cock; he could only gasp desperately in response.
Craig couldn't relax when the ice cube was removed because Rick began to breathe on the left over water that collected in drops with the pre-cum that was already leaking. It was fucking agonizing the way that Rick blew down Craig's cock, then right back up, making Craig writhe and shudder until he nearly forgot he was moving. Craig's head was tilted all the way back and when a sudden warmth engulfed his entire cock, his spine arched so far off of the bed that only his shoulders touched the sheets. There was a high keening noise that Craig took several moments to realize was coming from his mouth. Rick's mouth sucking his cock, warming it from the relatively cold state it had been was an intense as hell feeling, shooting pleasure up Craig's spine and down his cock at lightning speed.
"Ahgod-gggaaawwd!" Craig screamed when his consciousness fell back to earth and he finally knew it was him screaming.
Rick was sucking and bobbing while re-snapping Craig's garters back to his stockings. He had quite a lovely vision budding in his mind and he'd be damned if he didn't get it. Craig was far too drunk off of sensation to notice until Rick pulled his head up and pushed Craig further back on the bed. He was gulping for air desperately while Rick pulled his button-down shirt off completely and started to unbuckle his belt. Much to Craig's disappointment, he didn't remove his pants, but he got back to the ground and hooked Craig's knees over his shoulders. The moment that mouth began to suck again, Craig was lost on everything Rick might've been planning. He felt something cool and slippery pressing just below his cock and balls, but it was so far beyond him to register what was going on. When Rick's fingers finally got inside of him, Craig was yelling loud enough to piss off his neighbors, his voice getting slowly higher as Rick sped up and thrust more fingers inside of him.
The sudden loss of those fingers and then the loss of Rick's heavenly mouth made Craig whine in frustration, but it wasn't long before Rick propped Craig's legs back over his shoulders and held up a little piece of shiny foil for Craig to see.
"Forget something?" Rick asked cheekily, while undoing the fly on his pants.
Craig couldn't even think about breathing a response, let alone answering, but thankfully the plaintive look in his eye got the message across and Rick to hurry. Tearing foil and rolled plastic were the only other things Craig remembered before he felt something unnecessarily big pressing against him. All the goddamn preparation Rick might've tried in the world didn't prepare Craig for this and he wasn't exactly a virgin. Rick held onto Craig's calves while he slowly worked his way into him, making Craig bite back moans of real pain. Rick groaned in a low, pleased timbre while his cock was sliding slowly into Craig, as opposed to Craig's pained gasps and mewls. An electrifying shock of pleasure suddenly whipped through Craig while Rick got as far as he thought he should, making Craig's previous moans of pain immediately flip back into pleasure.
Rick held still for several tense moments until Craig reached up and got a hand around his neck. He pulled Rick down for a kiss that gave Rick the permission to go the hell at it and that he did. With a firm grip on Craig's stocking clad calves, Rick pulled back out and thrust forward again, groaning at the same time Craig radiated off of the bed, breaking this kiss without a sound, but his face said it all. Rick leaned forward and started to thrust faster.
Yes, this was the image Rick was going for. He was a pretty visual guy, so Craig beneath him with that half-lidded, aroused expression, mouth open, while his knees were up and around Rick's shoulders in dark stockings and a garter belt was looking like classy burlesque-like porn in his mind; his trousers were even half on. He grabbed onto Craig's hips and started to pull the thinner man toward him with each heavy thrust, making Craig's shoulders twist and writhe and his throat nearly go hoarse from the completely unabashed moaning. His hands were clenching the dark sheets tight enough to rip.
Rick leaned forward far enough so Craig's knees nearly met his shoulders and pounding harder into him. Craig started to scratch at his shoulders, leaving long thin trails across his arms. Craig suddenly gripped his elbows tightly, gasping desperately.
"I'm… I'm … ohgod, I'm going to…ah-aahhh!" Craig began to scream and stiffened his entire body.
He came long white pools just above the hem of his garter belt across his stomach and chest. The sudden stiffening of Craig's body made it pretty hard for Rick to keep doing what he was doing. Craig was constricted very tight around Rick's arousal and he was already pretty damn close.
He suddenly pressed his face against Craig's shoulder, "Fuck!" he groaned with gritted teeth, coming just a few moments after Craig had done the same.
They held still for a long moment breathing heavily before Rick pulled out and started to clean up, tossing out the now-used condom and poking around Craig's bathroom for a towel. Craig didn't think he could move for a moment, so he just planted his feet on the mattress and waited for Rick to come back. Rick stopped in the door of Craig's bathroom, staring. Craig was stretched out across the dark sheets, his pale skin flushed and his chest softly rising and falling. His real hair was mussed and his glasses askew with the mess they'd made sliding across his chest. It was… well, Rick was just glad that they'd just finished or he'd probably have tried again.
He approached, making Craig's half-lidded, tired eyes focus on him. Rick quickly cleaned up his chest and climbed into bed with him. Craig sat up to pull the garter belt off and unsnap the straps from the stockings, but they stayed. It was only then that Rick realized what a flexible position he'd forced Craig into. Rick pulled his pants completely off and started to pull at the sheets to climb under them. Craig shyly positioned himself under Rick's arm, laying his head on the man's broad chest.
"Not gonna take off your…?" Rick asked, letting his hand run just across Craig's thigh for the stockings in question.
Craig sighed, "I think I can get used to them," he admitted.
"You're pretty flexible, too," Rick noted, with a laugh behind his voice.
Craig nearly didn't have the energy to be indignant, but he managed anyhow, "I may not be some muscle bound brute, but I do things to stay active."
Rick's chest shook slightly from his chuckle, "Oh? Like what, darlin'?"
"…Yoga," Craig muttered.
Rick chuckled again and squeezed Craig's shoulders into a hug. After a moment of figuring out the lamp, Rick reached over and shut off the light so they could go to sleep. Rick stroked Craig's blonde hair until he felt the smaller man relax and sleep. Rick idly wondered if there would be a fight in the morning because of all the shit that went down. Considering how well they had gotten along past the initial humiliation, Rick kind of regretted making him do it…
There wasn't much else he could do about it, so he settled down and fell asleep; quite content that he could feel Craig's silk stockings against him while the man slept. It had been fun while it lasted.