His Boyfriend Dressed Him as a Bunny to Go Out on the Street

Adrián’s debut on the other side of the Atlantic was not just sports news for those who had followed him from Vigo. For Téo and Nico it was the perfect excuse, the pretext they had been waiting for for weeks to see each other again.

The match was played in the middle of the night because of the time difference: it started at eleven in the evening in Spain and ended after one, when the city slept and only they were still awake.

They were separated by an hour by train. Téo lived in the city; Nico, in a village inland. Convincing Nico’s mother was an exercise in patience and half-truths whispered over the phone.

—Mom, please, it’s Adrián’s debut, we know him from the trip. Téo has space at his place and his parents are making me a bed on the floor. I’m back early tomorrow, I swear —Nico pleaded, pacing around his room with the phone pressed to his ear.

—I don’t know, son —she sighed on the other end—. That Téo gives me a bad feeling. He’s so… strange, with the way he dresses. I don’t want you hanging around with people who don’t know what it is to be a proper man.

The words pricked like splinters, disguised as concern. Nico clenched his teeth.

—Mom, Téo’s a good guy. He’s just different. He matters to me.

Reluctantly, she gave in. Call me as soon as you get there and don’t do anything stupid. Téo’s parents improvised a folding bed, but the two of them had much sweeter plans: sleeping skin to skin and, before that, spending an entire afternoon playing with a secret they had prepared since Chicago.

Nico hid in his backpack the bunny outfit Téo had given him, fabric as soft as a promise. Téo, for his part, had spent days watching makeup tutorials by the blue light of his screen and buying everything they needed: eyeshadow, eyeliner, a lipstick that shone like a wet kiss. He wanted to turn Nico into the silk creature they both fantasized about.

—On the train already? —Téo wrote as soon as he got the message.

—Leaving now. I’ll be there in an hour.

—Do you have it with you?

—Of course. And mine works too.

The other secret was two vibrating toys, controllable from the phone: twins, one black for Téo, the other pink for Nico. They had bought them on sale on the last day of the trip, with the promise of using them for the very first time today.

***

That same morning they connected by video call, each in his own bathroom, torsos bare before the camera. Téo directed in a rough, confident voice.

—First the depilatory cream —he said, showing the tube—. Spread it well, love: torso, legs, pubis. Leave it on for ten minutes. It stings a little, but after that everything comes out smooth.

Nico obeyed, red to the ears, his hands trembling as the sweet smell of the cream filled the room. When he rinsed it off in the shower, his skin was left soft as a petal.

—Fuck, I feel so weird —he murmured—. Exposed. But it turns me on.

—You’re perfect —Téo answered from the screen—. This makes us feel closer. Now the cleaning. Slowly, relax.

He followed every instruction clumsily and in embarrassment, little moans escaping him when he felt the other’s complicit gaze on the far side of the screen. By the time they finished, both were breathing hard, their bodies already tight with anticipation.

—We put the toys in before leaving the house —Téo decided—. So they vibrate on the way.

Minutes before heading to the station they connected again. Plenty of lubricant, deep breaths, and the two of them pushed in at the same time, synchronized, gasping at the screen while their bodies yielded centimeter by centimeter.

—I’m full —Nico panted—. It hurts a little, but it’s so good.

—Now turn it on for a second —Téo asked.

A brief buzz, a wave of pleasure running through both of them at once, nervous laughter broken up in staccato bursts.

—Turn it off. We’ll save it for later, when we’re together.

***

Téo was waiting on the platform, heart racing. Nico got off the train with pink hair tousled by the wind, backpack slung over one shoulder and a smile that said everything. They hugged tightly, their bodies pressing together, a stolen, discreet kiss in which their tongues brushed against the piercings.

—I missed you —Nico whispered against his neck.

At Téo’s house, with his parents still at work, they closed the bedroom door. Téo made Nico up with devotion: light foundation, smoky eyes in pinkish tones, glossy lips. Then came the outfit: the pink thong pulling tight, the stockings climbing up his thighs, the short skirt, the pleated sweater, and a headband with little ears.

The result left Nico speechless in front of the mirror, eyes glassy.

—I want to go out on the street like this —he said suddenly, with a boldness that surprised even him.

—Are you crazy? —Téo looked at him, but when he saw Nico’s smile he gave in—. Fine. If that’s what you want, we’ll do it together.

For himself he chose a dark makeup look—black eyeliner, dark lips—and an outfit of fitted cargo pants, combat boots, a sleeveless shirt, and a denim vest. They left the apartment with their pulses hammering.

***

The first few meters down the street were a whirlwind. They walked pressed together, hands clasped tightly, as if afraid the spell might break. Téo’s heart beat under his shirt between the pride of seeing Nico so radiant and a burning shame climbing up his neck as he noticed the passersby’s stares.

—Fuck, everyone’s looking at us —Nico whispered, caught between excitement and panic.

—Yeah, but look at yourself. You’re gorgeous. It’s what we always wanted, right?

On a corner in the old town, a group of older men saw them pass from a bar terrace. One of them, his voice rough from tobacco, let out something audible:

—Look at that, what is this, a carnival in broad daylight?

The others laughed under their breath. Nico tensed at once, his hand gripping Téo’s so hard it hurt, his face paling beneath the makeup. Téo felt rage rising in his chest, but also the instinct to protect him. He turned for a second, gaze steady.

—We’re free to be however we want. And you? Happy poisoning everyone else’s day?

His voice came out calm but cutting. The men muttered something and looked away. Téo pulled Nico along to keep walking.

—Don’t mind them, love. We’re stronger than them —he said, kissing his temple.

—With you I feel protected —Nico replied, his eyes shining now with a new pride.

They moved on to a side street, under gloomy arcades that hid them from the noise. There, at last alone, they burst into nervous, contagious laughter. Nico doubled over with a hand over his mouth so he wouldn’t ruin the lipstick; Téo let out a laugh that rang against the stone.

—We did it! —Nico celebrated in a low voice, hopping a little so the skirt floated.

They chased each other for a few steps like liberated children until Téo caught him in a spinning hug. Gentle caresses followed, quick kisses careful not to smear the makeup, tongues playing with the piercings.

—Let’s not mess up the look, but I’d eat you whole —Nico laughed.

When they calmed down, they remembered their friends. Téo pulled out his phone and they took photos: Nico posing like a mischievous bunny, the skirt barely lifted over the stockings; Téo crossing his arms with a defiant air, eyeliner sharpening his stare. They sent them instantly.

Adrián, focused on the pre-match buildup, hadn’t seen them yet. But Eric, from the other side, opened the message and his eyes lit up. He started a video call immediately.

—Guys! You actually went out like that? —he laughed, thrilled.

—At first we were freaking out over the stares —Téo answered, turning the camera to show the outfit—. But now it’s total freedom. For Adrián, who’s going to kill it today!

—You’re an inspiration —Eric said—. Adrián’s going to freak out when he sees them. Shine for him.

***

After hanging up, with the rush from the call still on them, the walk continued without any insecurity. And then the real game began. In the main square, surrounded by people chatting on the terraces, Téo pulled out his phone with a wicked smile and turned Nico’s toy up to medium intensity.

The buzz suddenly intensified inside him. Nico’s knees weakened against a cold wall, his lip trapped between his teeth.

—Not here, with so many people —he whispered—. But don’t stop.

—Why not? No one knows our secret —Téo replied, hoarse—. I love seeing you like this, trembling, and only I know why.

Nico covered his moans with a fake cough, heat spreading through him like a slow fire. In the narrow alleys he took his revenge: he opened the app and abruptly activated Téo’s toy, and Téo had to brace himself against a wall so he wouldn’t buckle.

—Fuck, Nico, that was intense.

—You deserve it, for the square. What if I turn it up more?

—You’re killing me. But keep going. I like it when you control me.

They kept at it for a good while, alternating patterns, chasing pleasure from one place to another. In a bar with old tables, in a dark corner, Nico pressed Téo’s thigh under the table.

—Stop or I’m going to explode right here.

—That’s what I want —Téo replied—. To see you on the edge, to know that with one touch I can make you gasp.

By the estuary, the cool wind tangled their hair while the toy alternated intermittent vibrations. They kissed hidden behind the trees, the arousal with no release, only torturous anticipation.

—I can’t take it anymore, this is sweet torture —Nico panted.

—It’s perfect —Téo whispered in his ear, hugging him from behind—. Hold out until tonight. It’s going to be explosive.

***

On the way home they bought burgers and fries for dinner in front of the match. Before that, they showered together to remove the toys: a slightly uncomfortable extraction, laughter, and then their hands soaping each other’s hairless, slippery bodies, their mouths taking turns on the other until they ended with muffled moans against the tiles. They left the rest for the celebration afterward.

Only half satisfied, they devoured the burgers while Adrián made a brilliant debut and led his team to victory. When the final whistle sounded, they looked at each other and knew the night had only just begun.

In bed they made up for all the weeks apart. Voracious kisses tasting of burgers and desire, the piercings brushing against each other, hands urgently tracing every familiar centimeter. Téo entered him slowly at first, looking him in the eyes—I’ve missed you so much—and then harder, both of them arching, palms leaving red marks on the skin. They took turns, changed positions, started again between tender pauses and intense thrusts, until they collapsed at dawn, bodies tangled together, their breathing finally matching.

***

Midmorning, Téo’s mother walked into the room without warning. She yanked up the blind with a crash and opened the window to air it out, while gathering the clothes scattered on the floor—the pink outfit, the denim vest—without hiding her surprise at seeing the toys forgotten on the rug.

—When you’ve washed up, come to the kitchen —she said calmly—. We need to talk.

They showered together in silence, this time without sex, only nervous complicity. Nico was terrified.

—They definitely heard everything.

Téo knew his parents, open-minded people who had always spoken to him about respect, but until that morning he had never confronted them with his homosexuality so openly. They went into the kitchen shyly, eyes on the floor. Four steaming cups of coffee sat on the wooden table. Carlos, his father, was seated at the head; Marta stood by the counter.

—First of all —Carlos began, measuring every word—: we’re not angry. Marta and I have talked, and we want this to be an open conversation, without judgment. You’re young, very young. At your age it’s natural to explore, to discover what makes you feel alive. There’s nothing wrong with that as long as there’s respect and consent.

Téo felt relief run through his chest, though the knot in his throat was still there. He glanced sideways at Nico, who kept his head down, color rising up his neck.

—But to support you, we need to understand you a little better —Carlos continued—. How long have you known each other? How did it start?

—We met at the airport, before the trip —Téo replied, his voice breaking—. It was like a spark, Dad. From the very first moment. And since then we’ve only had each other. Last night was to make up for the time we’d been apart, nothing more.

Nico couldn’t manage to speak; he only nodded timidly, eyes glassy with contained emotion.

—Thank you for your honesty —Carlos said, exhaling—. In this house you’ll be accepted exactly as you are. Stop pretending in front of us. There’s nothing wrong with loving each other. We’re your allies.

Marta, who had remained silent, came over and placed a hand on Nico’s shoulder, her voice trembling.

—But there’s a dark side, sons. A few weeks ago they attacked a boy your age just for walking hand in hand with his partner. There are intolerant people, and diseases, and dangers. That terrifies me as a mother. I can’t protect you all the time, I can only ask for common sense. Take care of yourselves.

Something broke inside Nico. Marta’s words, charged with a kind of love he had never received in his own home, tore down the last barrier. Tears ran silently down his face.

—It’s just that at my house I’ll never have this —he managed to say, his voice breaking—. My mother wouldn’t understand. I’m crying because here I feel safe. Loved.

Carlos took his hand across the table, his thumb rubbing the back of it.

—If you can’t be free at home, this door will always be open to you. You’re part of the family.

Marta hugged him tightly, wrapping him up as if he were her own son. Téo felt his own knot come undone, and he joined the embrace, kissing Nico’s cheek, which Nico returned on the lips. The coffee was getting cold in the cups, but the kitchen had filled with a new peace: fear turned into hope, shame into freedom.