Derek meets his first drag queen when he’s nineteen years old. He’s seen some gifs from that show, the name of which he can never remember, and he understands the concept, but when his friends bring him to an 18-and-over night at a local gay club, he gets his first look at drag queens up close and personal.
The show is—something else. Derek can’t really explain what it is he’s feeling throughout it, doesn’t know that there are words to describe how lost he is in the music, the performances, the outfits. And yet, he also feels remarkably at home, comfortable, surrounded by people who get it, who love it, who need it.
He thinks about it a lot. Maybe too much. He goes back every month—he spends wads of dollar bills on performances that make him feel lightheaded and breathless. And he always goes home and jerks off imagining his hands under tight dresses, imagining the feeling of lipstick on his skin, imagining sucking the dick of a guy in a dress. It turns out it’s kind of a thing; the internet says it’s mostly normal, or at least not the weirdest kink a guy can have. (Kink is sort of on a subjective scale, though, Derek suspects.)
Given his predilections, it’s probably not a surprise that he loses his virginity to a drag queen on his twenty-first birthday. That night, Derek shows up at his favorite place with a group of his friends and the legal right to drink. Everyone there knows him, since he’s a regular now; the bartenders know his name, know that he’s respectful and quiet and doesn’t try to trick them into serving him alcohol; and the queens know he’s a good tipper. So his birthday is a pretty big deal, a night where every guy in the place wants to buy him a drink, a night where even before the show gets started, queens are coming around from backstage and kissing him hello, wishing him a happy birthday.
Derek loves it here. Derek never wants to leave.
But he leaves hand-in-hand with a sweet, tastefully-adorned lady called Olive Green who covers him in lipstick marks and rides him while she’s still wearing her dress, tights long abandoned and makeup smeared. Even in the haze of sex, in the midst of tugging on clothes and kissing each other stupid, the illusion is still there. An illusion Derek certainly doesn’t need, but one that really really turns him on.
It becomes a thing after that. Olive is gorgeous and funny and they hook up several more times, almost all of them after a show, when Olive is still painted and gorgeous. She says she likes it, says that it works for her too, that Derek makes her feel good with how much attention he gives her when she’s on stage, that Derek doesn’t have to feel weird about it. She’s not the only one, though. Derek hooks up with most of the regular girls who come through that club, at least once, usually twice or three times; he gets so used to finding makeup on his clothes that he starts to carry around detergent pens.
After college, Derek gets a job in San Francisco. He’s going to grad school, working on his Master’s, but the gallery he works at pays well and really likes him. He has connections through his alma mater and he’s happy where he’s at. It helps that the city has everything he wants: good food, good views, and a fantastic drag scene.
By the time he’s finished his degree and secured his job at the gallery, he’s a well-known regular at a few spots in town. Same as it was in college, he’s friendly and polite and a good tipper. But now he’s developed even more of a reputation for himself, one that his nineteen-year-old self would probably blush at. His twenty-six-year-old self, however, couldn’t give a shit. Because he’s happy and he’s having a lot of fun.
So fine—it gets him hot. He likes fucking guys in drag. He likes getting chalky lipstick everywhere. He likes putting his hands everywhere, feeling everything, likes the way it feels when those wigs brush against his skin, likes the sound of the heels clattering to the ground as they stumble into backrooms or motel rooms or Derek’s apartment. He loves the illusion, loves the artistry, loves the passion in it all, and he isn’t going to apologize for that.
read the whole thing here on AO3 :) - 14 k - rated E 😉
featuring Derek with a kink for drag queens, Stiles (aka Mia Raw) as everybody's favorite queen, and Derek finally getting what he wants. (surprisingly not very kinky sex in this one, but I will have to rectify that at a future date.)
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