Shrugging, Tommy took off his sweatpants and squirmed into the jeans. “Hell,” he said as he struggled to pull them up, “these are gonna be awful tight, Ben.” He tried his best to stuff all the extra material of his boxers inside the jeans.
“Oh, Lord, you can’t wear those!”
Tommy looked up to find Ben rolling his eyes. “Well, what else would I wear?”
“Nothing!” Ben said with wide eyes. “Which would bemyrecommendation.”
Tommy swallowed. “I amnotgoing commando.”
Ben chuckled. “We can work up to that. Hang on a sec.” He disappeared back into his bedroom and returned with a little plastic bag. He opened it up and took out a pair of white briefs with a tag hanging off them and a wide waistband bearing the name Trophy Boy. “Here. These are brand new.”
He threw them at Tommy, who caught them deftly.
He stared at the garment with its generous pouch. “Think these’ll fit me?”
Ben’s eyes flicked downward. He grinned. “Oh yeah. Trust me, Trophy Boy was invented for guys like you. Now put them on before Mom comes back.”
Tommy felt like his whole face was on fire. He shucked off the jeans, removed his boxers, and stepped into the tight briefs. His dick fitted perfectly, and the briefs were comfortable, unexpectedly so. It didn’t feel like he was wearing anything. He put the jeans back on and then assessed the situation. “God, they fit where they touch, that’s for sure.” He pulled a face. “I don’tknow ’bout this. I don’t usually wear jeans this tight.” And they weren’t just tight, they wereOh My Godtight.
“But they make you look good,” Ben said with a gleam in his eye. “And what do you wanna bet that they make someone else look at you too?” He tilted his head. “Thereissomeone whose eye you’re trying to catch, right? Wherever it is that you’re going tonight, which you haven’t seen fit to share with me.”
“If Tommy doesn’t want to tell you where he’s going, that’s his choice,” Caroline said as she came into the apartment carrying a white shirt. She smiled when she saw Tommy. “Oh,verynice.” Caroline handed over what looked like a high-end tuxedo shirt. “This is one of Benny’s old shirts. He thinks he’ll get back into it, but that’ll never happen. It will fit you, though. Go ahead. Put it on.”
Tommy pulled off his sweatshirt and grabbed a white T-shirt to put on under the shirt, but Ben stopped him.
“No, nothing under it.”
Tommy stared at him but shrugged and then slipped his arms into the cool cotton shirt. When he’d nearly finished fastening all the buttons, Ben stopped him once more.
“Leave the two top ones,” he ordered. “And then roll up the sleeves. You got a black belt?”
Tommy nodded. “In that case over there.”
He went over to where Tommy had indicated and sorted through the case’s contents until he found what he was looking for. Then he crossed the room to where Tommy had lined up his footwear against the wall. “Wear these.” Ben held up a pair of black cowboy boots.
Tommy finished dressing and then stood there, arms by his sides, feeling awfully self-conscious. “Well?” He glanced down at the crisp, pristine shirt. “Now all I have to do is manage not to spill anything on it.”
“Ooohmy.”
Tommy jerked his head up, cheeks burning, at the sound of Bethany’s drawn-out vowels. She stood in the doorway, grinning. “Well, aren’t you the handsome one? You’re gonna break someone’s heart tonight.”
Some of the tautness in his stomach eased at her words, and breathing became that little bit easier too. He smiled. “Really?” He wasn’t aiming to break anyone’s heart, but Bethany’s compliment made him feel a lot more confident about walking into Woofs.
Bethany nodded, Ben nodding with her. Caroline looked him up and down him in silence for a moment, and then she grinned.
“Maybe it’s a good thing Danny isn’t here right now.” She winked at him.
Damn. Didn’tthatmake him feel good?
The bar was filling steadily, and by nine it was already looking pretty full. Kevin wasn’t all that busy yet. He knew once it got past ten o’clock, however, they’d all be busting their asses. There were five guys working the bar, and things would get hectic the closer it got to midnight. Then everything would cool down rapidly.
Patrick was flexing for a customer and getting some very appreciative glances when the door opened and Tommy walked in. Kevin stared at him, mouth open. Damn but the kid looked good. Then he got a closer look at that firm butt encased in those tight-as-sin jeans that hugged Tommy’s muscled thighs like a second skin.
Scrap that—Tommy was looking fuckinghot.
“Will you get a load of that?” he said quietly to Patrick, nudging him with his elbow.
Patrick glanced up briefly and then did a double take. He let rip with a loud wolf whistle. “Damn, lookingfinethere, Tommy.”
