excerpt from my next smalltek fic :) ft. trans!joel being a complete moron
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He moans softly as Joel strokes him through his slacks and slips a hand under Joel’s oversized shirt. He’s wearing something else under it, an oddly smooth texture. Tango reaches for the hem of it and tugs.
“What’s this?” he asks. “Undershirt?”
Joel ducks his head, suddenly looking embarrassed. “Nofing. You don’t have to take my shirt off.”
Tango presses his lips to Joel’s neck, sliding his hands up Joel’s chest. The nylon feels strange beneath his hands as Joel’s shirt rucks up around Tango’s wrists. “I don’t get to look at you?” he asks teasingly. Joel flushes.
“Not much to look at.”
He lifts his arms, though, and Tango pulls the shirt over his head and off. “Nonsense,” Tango murmurs before taking half a step back to look at him. The thing he’s wearing under his shirt appears to be some sort of compression vest.
“Is that comfortable?” Tango asks. “Looks… tight.”
Joel nods quickly. “Yep. All good. Totally comfortable.”
Tango raises his eyebrows. “You don’t want it off?”
He watches Joel fidget. He laces his fingers together and starts to press the fingers of one hand backwards, like he’s trying to crack them. “I can take it off,” he says quietly. He hooks his fingers in the hem of the garment and pulls it up and over his head. It immediately becomes obvious to Tango what he needed it for. He has tits.
“Oh,” says Tango softly. “You’re, uh…”
Joel won’t meet his eyes. “I’m trans,” he mutters. “Didn’t really… fink vis frough.”
No shit you didn’t think this through, Tango thinks. This is the kind of thing you tell a guy before he takes you back to his hotel. Tango scoffs. “Joel, what if I was– what if I hurt you?”
Joel’s eyes widen. “You’re not going to?”
Tango’s hands ball into fists. “You idiot,” he mutters. “You are so fucking reckless, you know that? Next time a guy picks you up at a bar, tell him you’re trans before you get your clothes off. I don’t want you to get assaulted or murdered.”
