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[Ollie & Ty] Devil with a Blue Dress

Their first year they'd been banned from all parties - just one of the ways, Ollie thought, that it sucked to be at the bottom of the totem pole at the Academy. But he'd made it through, and made it through his summer cruise, and now...well.

It was slightly improved, at least. They had their phones back, and they could go to parties. Not that there were as many as there would have been on a college campus - shit, CalTech probably had more, and that's where his mother had been hoping he'd go before he got his acceptance letter to USNA. But it was Halloween, and even here it was a party night.

"You're really wearing that?" One of his roommates said before they left, and Ollie grinned.

"Abso-fucking-lutely," he said as he flipped the hair of his wig behind him. "Don't be jealous, DeWitt, just because I look hot as hell in a dress."

"The firsties are going to kill you," DeWitt said, but he just shook his head and adjusted the hat on his Sherlock Holmes costume before they parted ways at the door of the party. As for Ollie, he smirked and looked around the party. Not, he thought, that he was looking for someone in particular.

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Ty was...barely blonde. His hair had gone from standing out like a sore thumb in the family photo, to being 'lighter' than the others' hair in the more recent years. It definitely looked more blond after a summer in the sun, and shaved close to his head though.

"Yeah, well. What's the fun in just proudly marching in there?" There was a lot of fun in it, honestly. Ty usually found that making Collins head nearly explode gave him pure satisfaction in a manner that did not befit an officer in the Navy. It never stopped him, though.

"One question, though. What, exactly, were your plans for the rest of the night? Because, frankly...inquiring minds are dying to know."

It was blonder than Ollie's, who admittedly was.....not at all blond. And whose hair could be confused with Ty's older brother more than his own very blond sisters.

"Oh, there's so much fun in that." They could see if Collins continued with the Shayla Situation or imploded into pure homophobic rage. It would, he thought, be an entertaining prospect for all. However, they did have most of three more years to get through. So much better to pace themselves.

He took a drag on his cigarette and smirked. "Me? Come on. I never make plans." Except always. But tonight, his plans were mostly to find a place where they could be alone; it had been a few weeks, minimum, which was an increasingly long time to only have dates with his hand when the showers were fairly empty.

"It's a nice night, though. It seems like a bad idea to spend it cooped up in a house with a bunch of drunk sailors."

"True," Ty agreed, though he shivered a little. It was cold to be outside in a tank, tutu, and smaller than necessary shorts. Still, he tried not to show that he was cold- he'd never hear the end of it from Ollie. "But you are a fool, Byrdie, if you think that I will believe for a moment that you had no 'designs' on tonight."

If there was one thing the last year and a half had taught him about his boyfriend? It was there was always a plan lurking somewhere. Even if it didn't always come about, it lingered.

"You know, you have to make an appearance, see if anyone's heads explode...and then...maybe you can conduct whatever secret mission you've got rolling around in that head of yours." Ty smirked. It wasn't like he really have to work it out, because hell...he'd been thinking on it too. But, well...he did try to be reasonable about things.

He was a strategist. His advisor wanted him to go into the Pentagon, but Ollie's heart - and mostly his hard head - was set on aviation, and no one was budging him from that. So intelligence was just going to have to lose out where he was concerned. "I made an entrance," he claimed, though. "But if you need me to do an encore because you were busy Sweatin' to the Oldies..."

Well, that could be arranged.

"I know away we could definitely make heads explode, if you want," he offered, though, with the cute smile that usually meant trouble.

"I'm not going to like this 'way' am I?" He asked, a brow hitched up as he flicked his cigarette butt away and gave Ollie a curious, if skeptical look. "I mean, I enjoy most of your plans, but there are times I question your sanity."

Maybe it was why Ollie was going to be a pilot; he did crazy things. Ty imagined it was part of the questionnaire they took for the entrance exams into flight school. 'Are you insane'? 'Yes'? 'Good, welcome aboard a one way ticket to narcissism and fuckery. Please leave your humanity at the door.'

Well, that was the impression he had of pilots. Ollie mostly seemed like he would fit in once he graduated. Ty just hoped his impressions were wrong.

"I mean...I'm all for...heads, exploding."

Pilots were, for sure, a cocky bunch. And Ollie was sure as hell cocky as shit, something he wouldn't even deny, but he'd also talked to the ones who came to the Academy - really talked to them - and he knew, or guessed, that the cockiness hid the stress of the situation. Most of the time if you were in a fighter jet you weren't taking a pleasure cruise.

Though the adrenaline junkie part of their rep was absolutely accurate.

He tsked, though. "Let's not argue, darling. You know I can start talking about what they say about SEALs." Testosterone poisoning, for one. But deep down, Ollie was mostly a nice person. Mostly.

He tipped his head to one side as he ground out his cigarette under his stiletto. "I'm not going to suck you off in front of Collins. He doesn't deserve that kind of show." He flicked his wig back and reached up to make sure his headband was straight. "But you know, you haven't asked me to dance."

"I'm not arguing..." Ty said, holding his arms out wide as if he had no idea what prompted that comment. In truth...he didn't. But, he also didn't really see a point in actually arguing about not arguing. That just didn't make sense either.

"Mm, you make a point, Brenda. I haven't." He said, looking as if he were thinking things over very carefully. "I did ask Jamie to dance. She's pretty hot at cat woman. Way better than..." He grinned as Ollie rolled his eyes, and somewhat playfully swatted at him.

"Alright, alright....you wanna dance? Because I learned some new moves....straight out of the 90s. Just for you."

Ollie mostly looked amused. "Leather is a cliche, Kagan," he said. Not that he couldn't have done that. It just would have been too easy. Plus he's had his mind set on Brenda Walsh since August. He was dedicated.

His brows rose a bit before he walked to the door and pulled it open. He looked behind you. "Looked up some music videos?" He asked. "MC Hammer? The Spice Girls? Smells Like Teen Spirit." Nirvana wasn't really much for dancing, though.

"Leather is hot, no matter how 'cliche' you think it is. We aren't all ruled by your weird fashion trend...obsessions." To be fair, Sarah was just as bad sometimes. Izak, thankfully, was not. Ty was forever grateful for that, even if it did mean suffering science.

"I did. I can Vogue with the best of them, and Jump better than Kriss Kross." Ty said, Jumping up and down with the beat of the music as they moved into the house. Twining his fingers in with Ollie's he pulled the other man out onto the dance floor, and smiled at a few of their friends as they moved by. Turning to face Ollie, he looked amused. Normally he looked just over Ollie's head. People didn't think 3 or 4 inches was all that big of a gap...but it was, really. Maybe you just noticed it more if you were taller.

But, probably thanks to the heels, Ollie was looking Ty square in the eyes as they started to dance.

"I don't now if I want to know, but how did you become so good at dancing in heels?" He asked after a while.

"What, are we going to out my secret past as a drag queen now?" Ollie did move easily in his heels, mostly ignoring the encouraging whoops around them. Someone had a cameraphone out, he was pretty sure.

"You have a brother who's, what, two years older? And a twin sister. I have three older sisters, and they were teenagers by the time I was around." Some would say it had warped him irrevocably. He just lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "They liked to play dress up."

In general he didn't really like wearing heels much. Which was unfortunate, he thought, because otherwise he did have to look up just a little. It was something you definitely noticed. He didn't consider himself short, either, Ollie thought, but he sometimes felt like a midget at the Academy.

"Oh no, never. I would never out you....as a drag queen. I like those pretty little eyes too much to risk being kicked out of bed." Ty assured him, grinning as he spun Ollie around and then dipped him.

"Three older sister?" Ty went on in mock surprise. It wasn't as if he hadn't already known this, but it was fun to 'pretend' to forget. It made Ollie give him long suffering sighs. "How did you ever survive...." He murmured, before grinning as he pulled Ollie up and into a rare public kiss.

It was, alas, cut short by someone yelling 'get a room' before laughing as they went on their way.

Ollie flipped the crowd the finger before they broke apart and made for the exit. The show, he thought, was over, and his reputation as the craziest guy in their year was safely assured until...probably Christmas, at least.

"You laugh," he said as they went back out again, "but that's only because you haven't met them." The youngest was nine years older than Ollie, so they were kind of...a lot for anyone to deal with. Not that he didn't think Ty could deal with them, he thought. But he'd spent most of his life maneuvering around their various brands of overprotectiveness.

Ty was sure he could handle sisters, if only because he had grown up handling a Jewish Grandmother. It made things...interesting, to say the least. And both his grandparents had just given a slightly forlorn look to them all as they came out of their 'closest' at various times. While they might not have said it, Ty suspected they would have liked one traditional relationship out of their grandkids. Just one.

"You, sir, have not introduced us. I feel like you are ashamed of me. Is it my ass? Is it too fat. I feel like it is too fat." Ty teased as they walked. Technically, before they went back to campus, they would have to change back into their uniforms. Firsties were pretty much the only ones allowed on campus in Civis, even on Halloween. But, for now, they could kick around Annapolis doing...well, stupid shit. So to speak.

"Your ass, however, is much improved by heels. Just in case you were wondering."

Maybe they'd get lucky and Ty's twin would date a man. It was almost a normal relationship. Ollie's family hadn't really cared, obviously, not that there were really any grandparents in the picture. Not by the time it was his turn to date people, at least.

"Well, I didn't want to break it to you, because it's harsh," Ollie said, "but the truth is, you're not nearly pretty enough. It's sad, but true." He gave Ty a sidelong look and wondered idly how long they were going to be wandering around Annapolis. The wind got cold down by the harbor.

"My ass is always great," he said, though, with a smirk. "But I will say that the heels even had DeWitt staring at it. I think I made him question the meaning of his life for a few minutes there."

"Ouch," Ty said, shaking his hand as if to put out a fire. "I'm...I don't think this is going to work out. I'm just not pretty enough." Only he wasn't really pulling away from Ollie. "You know...if I didn't know you liked me, I'd swear you were only in it for the sex. I can still go find a girl back at the party. One that thinks I'm pretty, oh so pretty."

Or something. He wasn't really sure it mattered all that much, at the end of the day.

"You're cruel to DeWitt, you know that right? What did he ever do to you to be tortured day in and day out by you?"

"You could, but you won't. Because I'm the cutest." Which was probably true, really. Plus, he could walk in heels better than most of the girls. And he had other, valuable skills.

"I'm training him," Ollie said, though, with an amused smile. "He'll take no shit from anyone by the time we graduate." Which...well. He probably wouldn't thank Ollie for, but he might appreciate at some point. "Besides, I'm not mean to him all the time. He doesn't have much of a math brain, so I've been helping him survive in any class that requires much more than trigonometry."

"Someday you are going to regret taking me for advantage, I hope you know that." Ty said, rolling his eyes. He was well aware that he and Ollie had...sparks. However, he wasn't so naive to believe that he couldn't have those same sparks with anyone else. And he knew of at least one pretty face back home that could make Ollie a little jealous.

"The real question is why do I put up with your shit," Ty asked, snorting a little as he wrapped an arm around Ollie's shoulder, shivering a little in the cold. "Fuck me, it's cold as balls at here." Which only made him shiver more. "How long do we just walk around like this? Because I am cold, babe, and you look cozy in your jacket, and I'm getting a little jealous."

Just because he teased, Ollie thought, didn't mean he took Ty for granted. Mostly it was just easier to answer everything with sass. Or at least that's what his therapist used to tell him. He was probably right.

"You want to wear a baby blue double-breasted blazer from 1995?" Ollie smirked a little. "It probably would fit. But we're almost there."

It was a shame the Kagans didn't have a hotel that close to them, he thought. The closest was Baltimore, which just wasn't that close. But that's what his Amex was for.

"I hope there is a hot shower involved when we get there is all," He said softly before he grinned and turned his face into Ollie's wig. "Do I get to fuck you with the wig in heels on, btw the way? Because it is kinda hot to think about."

Not that he really needed much incentive to want to do that in general, but it was a bit fun to change things up from time to time. Ah well, it was there so why not?

"I'm sure I could return the favor if you wanted. But only if you ask nicely."

"Even a bad hotel has those." Usually. It depended what level of bad they were talking about. Of course, it didn't really matter, since he'd gotten them the Loews.

The trick, really - and one that had involved sweet-talking DeWitt's host sister - was getting both of their clothes at the same house so that getting back to the Academy later (or in the morning) was easily manageable.

He slanted Ty an amused look as the doorman blinked once and then opened the doors for them. "Is it?" he drawled. "Well, maybe you can convince me that my feet don't hurt too much." Especially if Ty wore the wig, because frankly he'd be a fucking hot brunette.

"Yeah, but a bad hotel also has bed bugs. We don't need that, love. It's just uncalled for." Ty said as they slipped into the hotel and to the desk. Ty could have paid, but Ollie seemed to dislike the idea of Ty always doing one thing or the other.

They got their room keys, and Ty waggled his brows a little at the receptionist. Moving up the stairs, they were quick to their room. Ty flicked on the tv for some background noise as he smiled at Ollie.

"Should I rub your feet down, darling? Or...undress you slowly....I could....rub those knots out of those tight shoulders and kiss every inch of your body..." He said with a smile as he slowly back toward the bed and sat down on the edge. "Mmm, so many choices."

He wasn't as rich, but Ollie was plenty rich, and it was hard to get used to the idea of not always needing to be the one who paid. And there was, of course, the fact that he had no desire to take advantage the way some...people had occasionally tried with him.

Plus he was fairly sure that the American Express was one of the way his parents verified his continued existence so far away from home.

"And here I thought I was going to lose to a hot shower," Ollie murmured. Spoiler alert: that was a lie. "You know, I think I'll let you surprise me."

Which was unusual, in a word. Ollie tended to maintain some kind of control, even if it was often only expressing his opinion of what Ty should do next.

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