Tenement Funster

The Closet...

Roger was glad he had used the hand steamer at work to press his outfit for the event.  It never would have looked as good with his regular iron.  He had taken the liberty of selecting Brian's clothes for the party and admired them as they hung on the back of his office door.   Since Freddie wanted as many people wearing clothes from the boutique as possible, he had let his protege have the black suit with the satin trim early with an agreed upon payment plan.  

He heard the front door open and went to find Brian coming in carrying his messenger bag.  They shared a smile as Brian hung up his coat.

"How long have I got?"  Brian asked as he walked towards his boyfriend.

"We should leave in an hour..."  Roger announced as he shared a kiss with him.  

"I'm having a shower then..."   Brian told him as he carried his bag into his office and dumped it on his desk.  He turned and smiled at the sight of his new suit hanging on the door.   Roger leaned against the wall.

"I've ordered us a taxi for tonight..."  Roger informed him as Brian kicked off his shoes.

"Good..." Brian responded.  "You excited?"  he asked the blond as he walked to the bathroom.  

"I am...I hope everything goes well for Freddie..."  Roger answered.  Brian started the shower and began undressing.  Roger stood and watched him strip as the water warmed up.

"I'm sure he has everything well in hand..."  Brian assured him as he checked the water.  Roger nodded and sighed.

"He seems to..."  Roger agreed as he enjoyed the sight of his lover stepping naked into the shower.  He wished now they'd had more time before the event to fool around.  They could always celebrate later.

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The corner of Kings Road and Langton almost had the feel of a movie premiere.  There were lights strung outside and a red carpet ran from the curb right into the entrance.  The new sign was lit up over the shop and people were milling about chatting and holding glasses of champagne and cigarettes.

Just inside the shop stood Freddie sporting a broad smile as he greeted his invited guests.  He wore a dazzling fox fur jacket with a cinched waist and a pair of burgundy satin trousers.  His shoulder length hair was blown out straight and he wore a thin line of black liner on his eyes.   He felt and looked fabulous.

"Isn't it marvelous?"  he gushed as one of the guests paid a compliment on the interior of the boutique.    "I'm quite proud of it!" he said as John came up and handed him a glass of champagne.  Freddie wrapped his arm around his lover.   "Have you met my new lovie?"  he asked his friend.  John felt a little embarrassed as he was eyed up and down by the handsome older stranger.

"I haven't...I'm Michael Hastings..."  the man advised as he stuck out his hand for John to shake.  John obliged and smiled as the man smiled back.  

"John Deacon..."  he said quietly as Freddie looked on and beamed at him.  

"Thanks for coming Michael...if you find something you like...let me know..."  Freddie stated as Michael nodded and moved on to look at the clothing on display.  John watched the man leave.

"Who's he?"  John questioned. 

"One of my former lovers..."  Freddie replied casually.  John was surprised to hear this and taken aback by how nonchalant his boyfriend was about the fact.

"Oh...."  John finally said as Freddie looked around at his arriving guests.  He stood and watched as Freddie slipped away and shared an affectionate greeting with some new faces.  John sipped his champagne and wondered how many of these guests might be Freddie's former lovers.