Pair of Aces
As always, Axel watched his reflection in the shop windows as they walked. Lithe, medium height, tanned without lines, thanks to Wendy’s sunbed, he epitomized sex on legs, and his heart beat a little faster every time he caught sight of himself. Flashing himself a bright smile, he carried on walking, ensuring his stride was sexy, casual, rather than an exaggerated swagger. Even though he only wore heels and tiny black Lycra shorts, no one liked a braggart, least of all him.
“If you stop drooling over yourself for a minute, you’ll see that we have a stray following us,” Brianna murmured as if lowering her voice would make them inconspicuous among the Saturday morning shoppers.
Axel turned around, walking backwards. The guy in the wolf suit couldn’t be more conspicuous, not because of his outfit —there were plenty of far more extreme costumes among the people heading to the start of the parade—but because he immediately turned and pretended to examine the shop window next to him. The muzzle of the costume hit the glass, and the guy, at least Axel assumed it was a guy from his size —who knew at Pride— stumbled back a step.
It wasn’t impossible that Wolfie was interested in buying a kebab, but the shop wasn’t open yet.
“Looking for me, babe?” a guy wearing a leather harness, walking between him and the furry, called out.
“Nope, I’m after the big bad wolf,” Axel replied. The leather guy shrugged, turned back to his two friends, neither of whom wore anything more outlandish than jeans and rainbow motif t-shirts. That was another thing Axel loved about Pride; pretty much anything went, as long as you covered your package, and he bordered on breaking that rule.