The Monday morning in-person meetings were also becoming a pain in the arse. He’d had to leave Patrick in bed this morning, dead to the world. To be fair, Jason had worn him out last night. His hole still throbbed whenever he moved. The ache was delicious and he could happily go another round now, but he had a hectic day ahead of him, and then he was meeting Charlie and the others later so they could be fitted for their best men’s suits. Of course the place was on Saville Row. Sebastian wasn’t sparing any expense on the wedding, and it was the one time Charlie was more than happy to spend his fiancé’s money.
“This does nothing for my arse,” said Jason, looking in the mirror.
“People won’t be there to look at your arse,” said Charlie, exasperated.
The others all had their suits sorted, but Jason was being picky. He was only five feet seven, so he had to take advantage of his assets, and his arse was the best. It was alright for Langdon and Paolo who were tall and jacked, so they looked hot as fuck. Gregory had the whole sexy nerd thing going on,but Jason looked like he was wearing his older brother’s clothes.
“Is there not a slim fit on these trousers?”
“They’ve been tailored to your measurements,” said Charlie.
“I know, but I need them taken in more.”
“We can do that,” said the tailor.
It was clear the poor guy wanted to leave. The shop had closed half an hour ago, but given what Sebastian was paying, they just kept bringing champagne.
“Fine,” said Charlie. “But I don’t want you moaning on the day. Remember, you have to stand in it, sit down to eat, give a speech, and then dance.”
“Speech?”
“Yes, you’re one of my best men.”
“Paolo is going to speak for all of us.”
“When was this decided?”
“Well, Langdon and Gregory hate being the centre of attention, and I’d just pull focus. Paolo is the hottest, so everyone can just drool at him and not care what he’s saying.”
Langdon snorted.
“It’s not funny. Patrick is giving a speech, and I made this big thing about not being able to choose between you all. Why aren’t you all saying something?”
“No offence, honey, but that would be really boring.”
Charlie’s jaw dropped.
“Look. We’ve all been to weddings and wanted to pop open a vein when someone was droning on and on. If Langdon speaks, he’ll just scowl at everyone, Gregory will have visual aids, and I’ll talk about your horse cock. Paolo is the safe bet.”
“You mean boring,” said Paolo.
“No, honey, you’re not boring. You’re a romantic. That’s what we need.”
“I was looking forward to hearing what you all had to say,” said Charlie, getting choked up.
Jason rushed towards Charlie, causing the tailor to topple over.
“Oops, sorry, babe.”
He gave Charlie a hug and summoned the others in for some group action. Langdon and Gregory looked like they wanted to be somewhere else, but they obliged.
“Why don’t we all say something at your stag do? You know, the boring one at home you wanted to have.”
“I just want to spend the night with you four.”
“We could still do that in a bar, or in Gran Canaria.”
They broke apart the hug.
