Alec stared at the corset disdainfully. Privately, he had more than once imagined what it would be like to lace someone into their corset (or better yet, unlace), but the someone had always been a woman. He was irritated that his first experience with a corset would be with Charlie; and with an aggravated huff, he stood and stalked over to the smaller man.
It was amusing, at least, watching Charlie struggle into the undergarments and when he finally pulled the chemise over his head, Alec offered a pained smile. "We'll neither enjoy this, I'm sure," he muttered, and he awkwardly spread open the stiff material. It took Alec a few moments to discern the top from the bottom, and Charlie, blast the bastard, did nothing to help.
Finally Alec managed to wrap the corset around Charlie's midsection and with an unnecessarily hard tug, began lacing him in. But the process was far more tedious than he expected and he sighed, pulling impatiently as he finished.
"There." Alec surveyed his handiwork and snorted once. "You are a sight," he drawled, lifting an eyebrow, and he stalked back to the piano bench, trying to conjure up the lovely image of his fantasy woman in her corset -- anything to get rid of Charlie from his mind.