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hard-on, and wanting
much
more of that, needing it like air, wanting to grope between her legs, Jacen’s hand twitches, ready to palm her crotch, rub and
thrust
.
    He comes back to himself all at once, slamming back to reality. It’s like a splash of cold water, waking Jacen right-the-fuck-up.
    He takes his hands off of Liam, blushing a deep red and hissing a fervent, “Shit! Sorry. Fuck. Sorry. I don’t—I don’t know why I did that. Jesus.”
    Liam gets right up, wrapping his mouth with a hand and facing away from Jacen as he takes a second to compose himself. Smoothing out the dress, especially in back where Jacen had pulled it up to his waist, Liam braces a hand on his hip muttering very quietly to himself, but Jacen can’t make the words out.
    “I’m so fucking sorry,” Jacen pleads to break some of the tension. “Can you forgive me? Please? I guess I just slipped into it, you know? I kind of forgot it was you. You’re really,
really
convincing.”
    “No problem, that’s the whole idea, right? To sell it,” Liam says, his deep, gravelly voice shocking coming from such a demure-looking figure. “So I guess it was a success.”
    Liam is still facing the window, his back to Jacen. Controlling the pitch of his voice to keep his anger and hurt out of it, Liam is blinking and breathless, hating himself both for not putting a halt to the practice exercise earlier—too curious in a detached sort of way to see if he could keep Jacen going—but also mad at himself for getting upset at Jacen’s abrupt halt, change of mood and apologies.
    One more deep inhale and Liam is back to normal. He turns to Jacen, finding him still on the couch, but hunched forward (
probably to hide a hard-on
, Liam thinks distractedly) with his elbows braced on his knees, looking embarrassed.
    “So what’s the verdict?”
    “Awesome? The verdict is awesome. Just generally... wow. Christ....” Jacen groans, putting his hands to his face in mortification. Liam grins, chuckling a little when Jacen tugs his shirt lower, to cover the protrusion in his pants. “Why are you laughing at this?”
    “Because it’s hilarious?” His eyes crinkle slightly at the corners as his amusement grows and he absent-mindedly bites at his lip again, tasting some of the peach-flavored lip-gloss he’s wearing. “I still need some detailed feedback. Come on. Don’t hold back.”
    “Okay. Well, the uh, lip biting thing is really good, and sexy. So stop it. Please. Because it’s disturbing to be this turned on by you. And the red hair? With your ridiculously green eyes? Awesome.”
    “That was Della’s idea. I think she’s living vicariously or something. What else?”
    “The whole outfit is perfect. And yeah, I understand why you were at the spa and in the bathroom all day. I hope this guy’s worth it.”
    “He is,” Liam smiles. “Top dollar. Any suggestions for improvement?”
    “Hmm. Remember to keep your shoulders back and down. Don’t forget, it’s all tits and ass. Stick out the tits, push out the ass, downplay the muscles as much as possible. I guess the minimal speaking was intentional?”
    “Yeah, it’s not like there’s much I can do about my voice. So less is more.”
    “Walk a little for me. I didn’t really get to see you walk.”
    “Okay,” Liam nods, pacing across the room. He walks into the kitchen, then back.
    “Take your time. Keep your hips loose. Don’t be afraid to move ’em. Walk like you’re dancing,” Jacen suggests. “Yeah, good. That’s really good,” he grins, as Liam exaggerates his movements a little more. “Just don’t over-do it. You might give him a stroke. Or fall with those crazy heels. Did Della buy those too?”
    “No, those are... mine,” Liam mutters, eyes downcast. “Thanks, Jace. Really. You always give me great tips. It’s really helpful.”
    “No problem,” he nods.
    “I’m gonna, um, get freshened up, so—”
    “Yeah. Of course.”
    Jacen, still mortified, watches him go,