Crocman Boyfriend Jason 2 (complete)

    Lola and I have been dating for a long time now. Ever since first meeting her on the train we’ve been inseparable. So, for our six month anniversary, I had gotten us tickets to the comic convention in the city. Needless to say, Lola went into overdrive.

    I had never considered going to the comic con. It was never my thing. I liked movies and comics and stuff like that, but it wasn’t the sort of thing that crossed my mind. For Lola, it was a massive deal. Ever since she had me get into ‘The Ruby Empire’ she’s been slowly and ever so gently tugging me down into her world of fandom and fanatics.

    Just a week before the convention, she springs something on me. When I go to visit her with take-out in hand, she shows me what she’s been working on since I told her I had reserved tickets. She shows me two intricate and very detailed costumes. One for King Niran and one for his mate and wife, Anna. 

    “Where did you get these?” I asked.

    “I made them!” Lola said with bright, wide eyes. 

    I looked at her, wondering where she had pulled this skill out of. “You’re joking?” I scoffed.

    “No!” Lola gasped. “I’ve been working on these for months! Even before you got the tickets-” he words slowed when she realized she had spilled a secret.

    I laughed. “Have you been wanting me to dress up as Niran in the bedroom?”

    Lola’s eyes bugged. “No!” She yelped. “It was for Halloween!”

    I grinned. “Yeah, yeah, sure.”

    “But now we can wear them to the convention! The author of the books is going to be there, and she’s going to judge a costume contest.”

    I suddenly felt really nervous. I had become a massive fan of the author and all her works, even the stuff outside The Ruby Empire. I really didn’t want to come across my favorite author while dressed up as a character.

    But I also didn’t want to upset Lola. Looking at the costumes I could tell she had worked really hard on them, and from the looks of things, had spent an entire small fortune on them. I could embarrass myself for a while to make Lola happy.

    During the convention, Lola and I had gotten a hotel room to stay in. We got up early so we could go eat, then returned to the room where Lola started dressing me. As she puts the costume on I’m astounded by the level of detail she put into it.

    “This looks better than what he wears on the show,” I gasp.

    “You think so?” Lola stares up at me with awe. “I really put a lot of work into it. I knew you’d look good even in Niran’s slave clothes, but you deserve the royal treatment.”

    I look at myself in the mirror, feeling strangely confident in the gold and purple of the attire, even if I was half naked in it. 

    “Can I ask how much you spent on this?” I ask.

    Lola scoffs. “No, you may not,” she snorts. “If I told you, you’d scold me.”

    “I don’t scold you,” I huff.

    Lola snorts again and rolls her eyes. “Oh, you scold me. Remember when the coffee shop came out with that chocolate bacon mocha thing?”

    “You were having like five a day!” I snap.

    “It's my body, and I’ll put as much chocolate covered bacon in it as I want!” Lola then grins at me. “I know it’s self-indulgent, but I really did this as a gift for you.” She touches my arm and rubs up it. “I know you don’t usually like this sort of thing. So tomorrow we can go dressed regular.”

    I smile at her and kiss her cheek. “I love it, thank you.” I comb my fingers through her hair as she nuzzles to my kiss. “I mean, even if you did make as a sex costume.”

    “It is not a sex costume!” She snaps and punches my arm.

    I chuckle and bite her neck. “How dare you strike your king?” I growl into her ear.

    Lola makes a weird sound as she shivers. She quickly clamps her hand over her mouth as she blushes bright red. 

    “Sex costume,” I wink at her.

    Lola gets dressed in her costume and gets her makeup on. We then make our way to the convention. Even with our tickets in hand, we still have to wait in a pretty long line.

    “You’re not getting too hot in that dress are you?” I ask, seeing Lola looks a little flushed.

    She beams up at me. “I’ll be fine. Once we get inside, it’ll be a little less sunshiney.” She glances up then huffs. “I figured if we got here early we’d not run into this.”

    I look around, seeing a lot of people in cosplay. I’m not sure why I thought Lola and I would stick out like sore thumbs in our costumes.

    “Look at that King Niran,” I hear someone whisper.

    I turn my head slightly, seeing two girls standing near the line. One has green hair, and the other has on a pickle costume. At least I hope it was a pickle.

    “He’s so fucking hot,” the hopefully pickle squeals.

    I feel Lola squeeze my hand, she’s hearing them too.

    “He’s hotter than Idris Hourman who actually plays Niran,” the green haired girls says.

    Lola snickers and looks up at me. “Only because you’re younger,” she whispers up to me and swats my rear.

    “That’s girl is so lucky,” the hopefully pickle sighs.

    The green haired girl scoffs. “He could do better.”

    I tense up, glaring in their direction and they wander off. “Don’t fucking pay attention. They’re just jealous.”

    Lola is pouting now. “Yeah. I know.”

    I look down at her and give her a smile. “If anyone could do better here, it’s me.”

    Lola scoffs. “Oh shut up,” she taps the tip of my nose. “You’re the hot one between us. Don’t act like you aren’t.”

    I nip her ear and whisper so only she can hear. “Not when you’re riding on top of me wearing that little purple bralette I got you.”

    Lola shoves me. “Don’t do that!” She huffs, her face redder than before. “Not in this costume!”

    I put my hands around her waist and kiss the top of her head. “I know who is hottest here. Don’t try and change my mind.”

    Once we’re inside, I get Lola some water, which was more expensive than our breakfast that morning. She then drags me around, first taking me down artist alley. I got to meet several artists I had admired online for a while, bought some cool merch, and spoiled Lola a bit. I was glad I had been saving, some stuff was more expensive than I planned.

    “If we missed anything we can always get it tomorrow,” Lola says with a look of glee on her face.

    “You want more?” I balk.

    She glances up at me. “I’ve never been to one of these. I don’t wanna miss out on anything.”

    I huff, realizing I’m putty in her hands. “Yeah ok,” I grumble. “Do you want to go down vendor’s street next?”

    “Not now!” She gasps. “We’ve gotta get to the Ruby Empire panel and get you signed up for the contest.” Lola grabs my hand, helping me weave through the crowd of people. We come to a hallway where there are doors on each side. There are lines forming at some. Others are closed with ‘do not disturb’ on them.

    The Ruby Empire panel has a long line outside, and we sign up for the contest once we get to the door. Inside, there are rows upon rows of seats, and at the front, there’s a long table for the discussion panel, featuring the author of the series as the moderator.

    I’ve been given a number for my costume, and once the contest starts, I’m supposed to get in line.

    “Don’t see many Nirans here,” Lola says with a smug smirk on her face.

    I glance over, seeing the hopefully pickle and green haired girl in the crowd. I grimace towards them then look down at Lola. “I didn’t realize how many people would be here. I thought this was a sort of ignored thing.”

    “These comic cons get bigger and bigger every year. More people come into fandoms and junk thanks to what’s popular. You think those superhero movies you love so much don’t pull in my sort of people with their fanatical devotion?”

    “I just assumed,” I grumble under my breath.

    The crowd suddenly erupts as the panel comes walking out. This includes the author, Jo Entwistle, a couple of her writer friends, as well as the artist for the series, and then the surprise panelist comes out.

“It’s King Niran!” Lola squeals and nearly jumps through the roof.

I stare in shock and a little horror.  Idris Hourman had been a hero of mine even before the Ruby Empire. He had starred in some cheesy movies during the 80s, but he was one of the few mainstream crocman actors. His role as Niran had been his last-ditch effort and it blew up for him. He had gotten so popular as of late he could get any movie offer he wanted. Why he was here at this rinky-dink comic con was beyond me.

It then dawned on me I was going to have to parade about in my King Niran costume in front of me. My guts churned, and I suddenly felt sick.

“What’s wrong?” Lola grabs my hand. “Are you ok?”

I nod sheepishly. “Yeah. I’m fine,” I huff.

As the panel starts, I keep looking towards Idris Hourman, wondering how the hell I’m supposed to be part of this costume parade. He was such an idol of mine, and I didn’t want my first impression of me to be this.

Lola squeezes my hand. “Hey, you’re not paying attention.”

“Sorry,” I grumble.

“Don’t feel nervous just because Idris is up there,” she scolds me. “You should be even more excited. Remember? You look hotter than him!”

I smile sheepishly. “On whose opinion?”

Lola nods her head forward. “The girl with green hair and the orc dick.”

I flinch and nearly choke on my own spit. “She’s an orc dick?”

“What’d you think she was?” Lola smirks.

“A pickle!” I hiss.

“Why would someone dress up as a pickle for a comic convention? That’s just absurd,” she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“Now I want to explain our guest panelist today,” Jo Entwistle says with a knowing smirk. “You’re probably all wondering why such a big-time celebrity is doing here. Right? He’s far too busy being handsome and well paid to come to such a thing. Right?”

The crowd erupts.

“Idris and I became good friends on set,” Jo Entwistle continues. “He had come to me, asking me for advice on the character and in our chats, I learned he was scared. He was nervous. It struck me as odd, considering he was this big, handsome guy. What does he have to be scared of?” She turns and glances at Idris who is smiling. 

“Turns out, he felt if he couldn’t get this part right, he would be letting go of a dream. That this was his final chance to live his dream.” Jo’s expression goes serious. “I told him that The Ruby Empire was my final chance as well. I had written it in the darkest parts of my life. When I felt useless and awful. The Ruby Empire was my love letter to myself.” 

Idris is grinning.

“We bonded over that, and when Idris was nominated as best actor, he told me that if he won, he owed me one big favor.” She then grins. “Today is not that favor, but he said he needed something to do today, so he came with me.”

Everyone started laughing.

“So, without further ado, who would like to ask Idris some questions?” Jo passes the mic to him.

I soon find my hand is raised in the air. People are called up front to ask questions, and I feel my chance slipping away.

“Let's take one last one,” Idris says. “You back there. The one that looks like me.”

I lurch, going forward to the mic. “Hi,” I say nervously.

“Holy crap, please tell me you’re signed up for the costume contest,” Jo Entwistle says with awe.

“Oh uh, yes,” I say.

“Did you make that?” Idris asks.

I shake my head. “No, uhm, my...my girlfriend made it for me.”

“Did you chose this?” Idris says with a smirk.

I shook my head.

“She’s pretty smart then. You look like you could be my double. Now, what’s your question?” Idris asks.

I swallow hard. A big lump has formed in my throat. “You’ve been my hero for so long. Not many crocman have a career like yours. And, this is more of me spewing than a question, but you have no idea how many times I looked to you when I felt down. When I was teased for my skin and for how I looked.”

“I still feel that way too,” Idris says. “People who say things about how I look, or even how they think I should act. That’s part of why I felt Niran was my last chance. No one wanted me for anything, just because of who I was. I’m glad I can be some sort of role model for you, young man. It’s that knowledge that really keeps me going most days.”

I’m grinning and feel breathless. “Then will you ever make a sequel to ‘Grand Ultra’?”

The crowd erupts, and Irids bows his head as he grins.

“I was wondering when that question was coming!” Idris laughs.

I go back to my seat, and I kiss Lola.

After that, the costume contest starts. I get in line with all the others, and we walk across the stage in front of the panel. As I walk up, I see Idris smile at me. He and Jo examine my costume, and then I walk off.

There are a lot of amazing costumes. There is an Addor one that apparently took two years to make. My costume was good, but it was simple compared to come. There was a Goddess Mythri that was breathtaking, and the girl was so sweet.

“Ok, we have our winners selected,” Jo says as she takes the stand. “Fifth place and a signed edition of my newest book goes to #35!”

An Odd the Teifling cosplay rushes forward.

“Fourth place and a signed first edition of the Mythri Letters and the Amit Journals goes to #22!” I look down, seeing the two great big twos on my badge and I go forward.

I’m stunned, and even as I shake Idris’ hand, I’m still not taking it all in. I leave the stage with my prizes, and Lola jumps into my arms.

“I knew you’d win!” She squeals happily. “You’re shaking,” she gasps.

I nod. “I got really nervous and-” I swallow back.

“Let's go back to the hotel then,” Lola says as she clasps my hands.

“No, but you wanted-” I try to argue, but Lola places her hand over my mouth.

“You’re more important than some panels and junk,” she says. “We’ve got tomorrow. It’ll be ok.” She tugs on my hand, leading me away and helping me weave through the crowd.

Once we get back to the hotel room, Lola sits me down on the bed. “Get comfortable and changed,” she says. “I’ll order us some pizza and then go down the street to the liquor store.” She kisses my cheek. “I’ll also go by that cheesecake place and grab us something sweet.”

I smile up her. “You’re the best.”

“Yes I am,” she giggles. After she gets out of her cosplay, she throws on leggings and my hoodie and dashes out the door.

I get undressed, making sure to lay out each piece of the costume delicately on the table. I then look over my prizes from the costume contest. The books are beautiful, and Jo’s signature and a small message is written at the front. A picture then falls out, and I see it’s a signed photo of Idris.

“Thank you, for reminding me of who I was and where I’m going.”

I nearly tear up, and I set the photo aside. I put on a robe, knowing I’ll have to answer the door for pizza when it comes. Once It does, I set the pizza on the bed and go to get a shower.

I stand under the water for a long time, just taking deep breaths and trying to calm myself down. I had not expected to get so wrapped up in everything that happened. The shower curtain then opens, and Lola slips inside.

“Need me to scrub your back?” She asks.

I chuckle. “Can you reach?”

Lola kisses my back, and his hands wrap around my waist. “I can reach what’s important,” she purrs.

I bite my lip and melt into her touch. It feels so good after today.

“Mm,” Lola moans as she kisses my scales. “This hotel soap smells good on you,” she giggles, pressing her warm, soft body into mine. 

I sigh softly, feeling weak to her encroaching attack. “Does it?”

“I knew coconut would suit you,” she giggles. She reaches down, her fingers gliding along my shaft. “You know what else suits you?”

I shiver and look down, watching her hand as it touches me. “What?” I whisper.

“My lips around your cock,” she giggles.

I snicker and turn around, bending down to kiss her. “What about the pizza?” I ask, nibbling her neck. “It’ll get cold.”

“I don’t mind cold pizza,” Lola purrs. “You deserve your prize for winning today.” She says, getting on her knees in front of me.

I smirk down at her as water rushes down my back. “I already won a prize.”

“Yeah, but,” she takes my cock in her hand, stroking it. “There’s still my prize.” She licks the tip of my dick, her tongue going in circles around the slit. She then licks down the side and towards my sack, suckling there for a moment.

I groan, bracing myself against the wall of the shower. I comb my sharp fingers through her wet hair, keeping it away from her face so I can watch. She takes as much of me into her mouth as he can, slurping me and suckling like tip.

I growl as my knees start to buckle.

She keeps sucking, stroking what doesn’t fit inside her mouth. With a jerk, I pull back, and my cock slaps her cheek.

“Sorry,” I pant.

Lola giggles. “Do you want to cum or not?” She asks.

I nod, gazing down at her. “Just not like this.” I turn off the shower and pick her up, kissing her hungrily as I rip open the shower curtain. I reach down, groping her ass and squeezing it greedily.

Lola mewls, standing on tiptoe as I bite her neck and shoulder.

We don’t make it to the bed. Instead, we find ourselves in the middle of the floor. I place Lola on my face, slurping and moaning as I taste her. Lola gasps and shiver, her cheek resting on my belly and I devour her. I feel her tremble and her inner walls clamp around my tongue.

She pulls up suddenly and moves away from my mouth. “Ok, ok,” she pants. “You’ve done enough.” She turns and lowers herself down, rubbing her folds to my tip.

I wrap my hands around her hips, guiding her as she slowly takes me inside. “Easy now,” I growl to her.

“You said you liked me on-oh-top,” Lola mewls as I ease inside. I watch as she opens for me, taking every inch. She once told me I was the biggest thing to ever be inside her, and I took that as a real badge of honor.

Soon, she’s setting on my lap, a dark and hungry expression on her face. She’s tight around me, and so warm and wet. I could melt at any second.

Lola touches her belly and smirks. “You’re pretty deep there big guy,” she purrs. “Good thing I got that new birth control.”

I snort and cup her cheek. “Me too actually.” I press my thumb onto her tongue, and she starts to move.

At first, she glides her hips so that I’m grinding deep inside her. She sucks my thumb, moaning softly against it. Lola gently bites, and I growl, feeling that surge of pleasure and pain coursed through my entire body like a rocket.

She starts to move, going up and down slowly. Her lips grip to me, and I love watching it. The more she moves, the more of her cream I notice for a ring around me. She starts to move faster, harder. I grab her hips, and I move upwards, pushing deep inside her.

Lola wails, moaning out loudly. She braces her palms against my chest, whimpering as I drive up into her. I can’t hold on much longer. I’m already starting to ache and throb. Her inner walls are clamping around me, squeezing me and urging me to cum.

Lola gasps and shudders and she looks at me. “Hurry, hurry,” she pants. Her voice then chokes off, and she throws her head back. She lets out a little roar and I still. I release inside her, pushing my seed deep inside.

Lola squeals and her legs tremble. As I grunt and release her from my grip, she falls onto my chest. We’re both panting and sighing, exhausted from our efforts but rejuvenated by them as well.

“Mm,” Lola sits up, slipping off me and rolling onto the floor. “Fuck that was good.” She giggles.

“Yeah,” I nod. “Holy shit.”

Lola reaches down, fingering herself and a grin spreads across her face. “You made a giant mess, sir.”

I grab her hand and suck the mess off her fingers. “I can clean it up,” I smirk.

Lola scoffs and shoves me. “Just grab the pizza.”

 Sit up and take the pizza off the bed. “As the queen commands.”

Lola places a towel under her and joins me. She takes a slice and bites into it eagerly. “It’s so good,” she sighs.

“You know,” I murmur. “I was thinking.”

“You can do that?” Lola tease.

I bite her cheek. “Now listen here, lady,” I smirk. “We’ve been together a while now. I was thinking that maybe we should consider moving in.”

Lola nearly chokes on her pizza, and she stares at me. “Really?”

“You did tell me your roommate was thinking about moving out. Well, what if I took her place?” I kiss her gently. “That way, we don’t have to split up all the art we bought today.”

“Of course!” Lola wraps her arms around me. “I’ve been wanting to ask, but I was so nervous about it!” She kisses me all over my face. “Oh yes, yes, yes!”

I hold her tight, squeezing her in my arms. “I’ve been nervous about it too.” I look into her eyes. “But the other day when we had to separate on the train, I just hated it.”

Lola grins. “Me too.”

I kiss her again. “I can also wear that Niran costume anytime you command me to.”

Lola huffs. “I told you, I didn’t make it for sex, exactly.”

“Exactly?” I grin. “What the hell is that supposed to mean now? Exactly?”

Lola’s cheeks burn bright red. “Exactly what it means.” She then pouts at me. “Maybe we could use it, but maybe we won’t.”

“That is far from what exactly means, my love.” I kiss her cheek as she eats pizza to cover. “But because it’s you, I’ll let this one slide for now.”