Hello all!

To those who don't know, Craving for your Boxers is the second POV for the story (or rather serie) Kinky Pants, based at first on Jean's point of view. But after some requests I've started writing Marco's! You can read this one before Jean's, or reverse, there's no problem for the understanding!

Chapter 1

"Wa-wait a little, I'm gonna, uh…Prepare myself…A little…"

Tonight was the night, the first night with my new girlfriend. I'd waited for the whole week to go, and still the last day itself had been so slow! Not only the day, but the time to go to her apartment had been so long that it looked a bit too fast when she promptly grabbed me by the collar to kiss me at the second we were in her apartment.

I have to admit that I felt so excited for tonight that I think I was a bit too much talkative about spending the week end with her, because when I've left the apartment, my roommate kind of didn't care and maybe he was even pouting on the couch, watching some stupid movie he usually doesn't like.

And so, well, here we were, at hers', and I had to isolate myself for a few minutes in the bathroom, excited like hell and I had some of an apprehension for the rest of the evening.

Krista and I had been together for something like what…Two weeks? I'm still surprised that I managed not to do anything reprehensible and at the same time it was still a short time for a relationship before doing something like this (it might depends on people, but I'm not really the type of guy who try to climb on my girlfriend on the first days). Krista wasexactly my type, with her cute and beautiful face, her blond mid-long hair, her tiny body, her so small and thin hands, her-her-her…Well, I think I couldn't get enough talking about Krista and I guess that things are going rather well between us.

Calm down, Marco.

For now, I had to make my heartbeat stop a little. After a quick restaurant, we've been to her apartment, and even in two weeks I had never came in here before. It was quite a cozy place and I could feel Krista everywhere in the style. Pastel everywhere.

Cute.

Sighing a little, I was taking my clothes off when I noticed the huge mirror in the bathroom and felt myself grin when I saw my own body reflection. I was quite lucky that even if I didn't know that the evening would end like that, on the way to bed Krista so soon, I had decided this morning to wear these underwear.

And actually, I was much more remembering something about Jean, my roommate. I knew (if I wasn't wrong) that the guy had a thing for nice underwear, probably more specifically those with lace and all that stuff you can find on sexy ladies. I'm pretty sure he would fucking love (ah ah!) my plain black boxers. Pretty feminine!

And after such a great thought, I took my cellphone, swept the screen and pressed the message button to send Jean the picture of myself in the mirror. It might look a little bold, but I just felt like teasing him a bit.

[11:00PM] To Jean :

Ready 4 my new gf, man!

Done!

And I admit that after something stupid and useless like that, I felt a little better and more at ease. Smiling to myself, I took my phone with me as I was going to join Krista in her room. First time with her, I said, ok?

She'd already turned the light off, just using the small lamp from the nightstand to enlighten the room. The bed looked a little small for both us but I didn't say a word about it and joined her, putting my phone on the nightstand beside the bed. And it rang. I'm pretty sure that it was Jean's answer, but it wasn't the time to care about it. Right?

"You look like you're craving for reading it!"

Krista was smiling at me, almost laughing cheerfully and I wondered what my face looked like at that moment. I didn't really feel the say she said, because I really thought that it could wait. But under her deep gaze, I took my phone, my thumb swept the screen down to unlock it and I pushed the 'new message' notification with a small sigh.

[11:15PM] From Jean :

Y should I care bout ya pants man?

Her head almost on my shoulder, she had a genuine laughter reading the message. "What did you tell him?" she asked.

For a second, I felt my face heating quite a lot at the memory. Oh god, how could I explain what I've done just before? Thinking about it, it might not look something normal. I mean, I've just sent a selfie while being just in boxers to my friend who was a man. Definitely NOT something casual.

But it was Jean, so I couldn't feel like it was something weird.

"Uh, I…I sent him something…" I mumbled.

I was blushing so hard, oh god. She blinked a little, propably trying to figure what I'd sent.

"What? Did you ask him for some advice ?"

"Eh? Not at all!"

"Sooo?"

Big blue eyes were staring at me and I swear it was incredibly hard. I sucked in my breath, turning a little my own gaze. "S-so, I've sent him a picture…"

"Of what? Your—"

"No way, eh!"

She was laughing again. Maybe it was a way to distract me a little, I think she'd seen how tensed I was.

"So what was it?" she insisted, even trying to take the phone in her small hands.

"N-no, stop that!"

But Krista was a little too quick for me and she had already scrolled up Jean's message in my mail box and the picture had quickly appeared on the screen. But she just laughed, again, and it was quite nice to hear it. It wasn't a mocking laughter at all, and I felt relaxing on the bed.

"What's that?" she simply asked.

"I…Uh, well, It's just to tease him a little, Jean's my roommate aaaaand…"

"Yeah yeah I see!"

She squirmed a little against me before pointing the screen with her forefinger. "Ask him if he's jealous, then!"

Pursing a little my lips, I obeyed. It was weird. Even more than sending that photo to Jean. I perfectly knew that Jean wasn't jealous about it, and he even might not care a lot about the fact that I had a girlfriend. Actually, he never cared about none of my girlfriends until now, so there wasn't any reason for it to change now.

[11:22PM] To Jean :

Ya jealous

She was giggling softly at it. "Hope he'll answer!" she said.

"Hum, yeah…"

I wasn't really sure about that but well, I quickly forgot about that subject when I felt a small hand sliding down my chest, soft and hot lips caressing the skin of my shoulder and making me shiver a little. My hand fumbled a little on the nightstand, putting the phone on it and pushing the light off. It didn't took me so long before I dared touch her back, my fingers slipping under her nightshirt (a rather cute one, a light blue long tee-shirt with lace on the hem of the short sleeves and all around the deep cleavage).

And for a moment, I could only hear the sound of our breaths, of the clothes torn off and thrown away. Laughter often cut off the silence on the bedroom, along with soft and sexy moans, and I couldn't help but smile between two kisses, letting my hands ran up on her thighs and slid under the thin elastic of her panties.

The vibrating of my phone suddenly filled in the air, making us start together and she left my lips. I could hear her chuckle a little, her hands both in my hair and my back.

"He finally answered?"

She was panting a little, her breath tickling my chin.

"M-maybe…" I said.

Another kiss. "Not curious?" she murmured.

I was, but Krista's body was much more interesting than Jean's opinion. However she pushed me a little, taking my hands off of her body. "Take a look, I want to know!"

Oh god, why were women so curious and hurried?

I sighed a little, rolling from my side to my back and extended an arm until I found my phone. When I pushed the small button to enlighten the screen, I had to blink painfully to the amount of light it suddenly provided. Then, it was the same as usual, until I opened the message. Jean's message, of course.

I almost chocked, and didn't immediately feel Krista pressing against me to look at the screen.

[11:38PM] From Jean :

mine is better

It was a picture under those words. I know I've started the thing, but his photo was quite different than mine. It wasn't really a selfie, or if it was, it was rather his crotch's. I could see his low waist, Jean's fingers slipping under the waist of his boxers, and somehow it looked like he was, uh…

Well…

Oh god.

M-m-m-masturbating?

That might have been the first thing I saw, that shape in his boxers. HIS FINGERS IN HIS BOXERS WITH THAT FUCKING ERECTION HOLY SHIT !

I really don't know how long I've been staring at that small screen for, blinking a few times. I didn't know what to think about that picture, some weird joke after all. Near me, I heard a small chuckle and couldn't' help but smile a little at that soft voice coming from my girlfriend as she was also glancing at the screen. But still, I was under shock and couldn't stop thinking about what Jean was doing right now in our apartment. Not that I really care about it, that's his life. But it was…I don't know.

"Wow, seriously?" she laughed. "That's so cute and pink! I love his boxers!"

Sending a picture of yourself half naked to Jean. Wow. What a good idea, Marco, really.

I should have known him enough to be sure that I would have something even worse in return, Jean is quite the type of person who take revenge when it's still on the spot. Jean never lose time turning around for nothing. Revenge isn't a cold dish with that guy.

I sighed, and a second after I felt a tiny arm sliding around my chest. Krista wasn't looking at the screen anymore and finally looked much more interested by my own person, and I barely took the time to press some letters on my digital screen to answer quickly.

[11:41PM] To Jean :

Holy shit

For the rest of the night, I tried so hard not to think about the hand and the bulge in those fucking fuchsia and blue butterflies printed boxers that I kind of fucked up with my performance.

FUCK YOU JEAN !