That’s one way of puttin’ it.
Chapter Eleven
“Are you sure ’bout this, Danny?”Tommy gazed at his reflection in the long mirror. “This T-shirt seems awful tight.”It damn well clings everywhere it touches.
From behind him, Danny snickered. “Sweetcheeks, a T-shirt should be tight enough to show offeverything—including your pulse.” He peered over Tommy’s shoulder, his gaze drifting lower. Danny grinned. “And those jeans—per-fection!”
Caroline paused in her perusal of shirts to nod her agreement. Bethany gave him the thumbs-up.
Tommy wasn’t convinced. “I don’t know ’bout that. They’re so tight, I don’t know how people are meant to walk in ’em.”
Danny waved his hand. “Pfft. Honey, I have jeans that are so tight, when I wear them? You can tell I’m not Jewish.” He winked and patted Tommy on the ass before wandering over to a display of briefs and jockstraps.
At least he looks a little less flamboyant today. Danny was dressed in jeans and a sweater—a fuchsia sweater.
Tommy groaned. “An’ no more underwear! You’ve already picked out four pairs of briefs.” Not to mention a jockstrap or two.Why is it gay men all seem to like underwear that leaves little to the imagination?
Danny stood still, one manicured hand resting on his hip. “You canneverhave enough underwear.” He pouted. “And I can’t believe you said no when I asked you to model them for me.” There was a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Thereisa fitting room, after all.”
“Danny.” The warning tone in Caroline’s voice was unmistakable. “Down, boy.”
He huffed. “Spoilsport.”
Caroline smiled sweetly. “Bite me, dear.”
She went back to searching through the rack of shirts. Bethany stood next to her, and Tommy could tell from the shaking of her shoulders that she was laughing quietly.
Danny folded his arms, studying Tommy through narrowed eyes. “Now what youreallyneed to set off the whole ensemble is a black leather jacket.”
“Ooh yeah!” Bethany nodded enthusiastically.
“But I don’thavea black leather jacket,” Tommy explained patiently. “I have a jeans jacket, an’ that’ll do.” He was beginning to wonder what this shopping trip was gonna cost him. He had money from Christmas, given to him by various relatives who’d figured he’d have more need of cash as a student, but still….
Danny rolled his eyes and sighed. “We are talking Gay 101 here.Everygay boy needs a black leather jacket. Maybe a pair of tight leather pants too.” His eyes sparkled. “And there’s really only one place to go—Atlanta Leather.”
“Say what?” This was getting out of control.Leather pants?
“Danny’s right,” Caroline announced emphatically. “So give me that basket, I’ll go pay for these things, and then we can go find you a leather jacket.” She stretched out her hand for the basket.
Tommy shook his head. “Sorry, ma’am, but I can’t let you do that.”
Caroline arched her eyebrows for a moment. “Last time I checked, I was over twenty-one, an adult, and could do whatever I wanted.” Then her expression softened. “Tommy, let me do this, please? Think of it as a belated Christmas present.” She winked. “Besides, I’m good for it.”
He had no doubt about that. Their house, Benson’s career, never mind membership for all the family at the Piedmont Driving Club….
“And before you get any ideas, that Christmas present? Also includes a leather jacket.”
Damn, but the woman was stubborn.
“Yes, ma’am,” he said resignedly as he handed over his basket of items. He knew better than to fight a losing battle.
Tommy finished dressing and stared at his reflection. He was so nervous, his knees were shaking.
Can I do this?
“I think you look great,” Bethany said from behind him, standing in the doorway to Ben’s bedroom. “Mike’s gonna be knocked out.”
“Mmm, still not sure ’bout this.” His stomach was in knots.
