"Please?" asked Bro.
"No."
"Come on. Just this once."
"No, get over it Bro."
"Why won't you just do it and get it over with, Dave?"
"Because it's not cool, that's why. Plus because it's fucking gross."
"Come on, please?"
Dave sighed, his arms folded over his chest as he looked up at Bro through his shades. Why did he even want this so bad, huh? They both stared at each other for what seemed like an hour for Dave, but was more accurately only a minute or two. Bro held out the item of clothing that he wanted Dave to wear, egging him on silently. Dave could feel his stomach doing flips and his face growing red just by looking at the damn thing, and he seriously wanted to smack the smirk off of Bro's face right now. He took another moment to stare at Bro before looking away, red in the face, and snatching the item out of Bro's hands.
"One. Time. Only," Dave said sternly. Bro smirked widely while sitting down on the couch, obviously happy that Dave agreed. "Fine," he agreed.
Dave shook his head, not believing he was doing this, and walked into the bathroom to change. Once done, he looked himself over in the mirror, wishing he hadn't agreed to this at all. He stood there for a few moments, thinking to himself. 'Damn you and your weird fetishes, Bro.'
"You done yet?" Bro called from the other room. 'Screw it. Damn you in general.'
Dave sighed heavily and shut his red hues from behind his shades, walking out of the bathroom and instantly feeling uncomfortable under Bro's stare. It was bad enough that Bro usually made him feel uncomfortable, but making him wear a dress? Really? Dave could tell that Bro was enjoying this; that much was clear on his face.
"Well don't just stand there, come sit down," Bro said. Dave mumbled something incoherent, and walked over to stand in front Bro before he was pulled down to sit into his lap, Bro's arms wrapping around Dave's middle.
Dave squirmed in Bro's grasp, pushing away from him lightly and his face growing redder. "You're fucking weird."
"Says the kid in the dress."