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The sugar baby escapades (3)

OT6
Word count: 17704
Chapters: 18

It starts with a custom pair of leather gloves, racing gloves with the half fingers, Velcro straps, and the most comfortable interior that Jeremy doesn't even know he's wearing them.

Ryan got them for him because Jeremy recently bought a motorbike so he and Ryan can go on that long awaited bike trip up into the country sometime in the fall. Ryan gives these to him when they're in bed one night. Jeremy immediately pulls them on because he wants to and flexes his fingers.

"These," he says. "Are so damn comfortable. I don't want to ever take them off."

Ryan laughs. "What are you going to do? Wear them to bed?"

"Don't tell me that these don't do something for you." To emphasize his point, he straddles Ryan's waist and runs his hands over his chest, along his pectorals and up to his neck. It's the slightest pupil dilation that gives Ryan away.

"Fuck."

"What about these?"

They're in the middle of a heist a jewelry store when Gavin decides to try on expensive aviators. He's preening like the damn peacock he is in front of the mirrors, asking Jeremy for his opinion every so often.

Now, Gavin already has several pairs of aviators, one with a $6,000 price tag. But he's always looking for something because no one will tell him no.

"Eh," Jeremy says. "I've seen better on you."

"Same. But you on the other hand." Gavin perches the sunglasses on his nose delicately and has him look himself in the mirror. "I think they suit you." Gavin holds him from behind. "Yeah. We're definitely taking these with us."

The cowboy hat comes from a fair. It's not particularly expensive or name brand or anything, but it's a memorable night of stupid fair games and a fucking trip on the Ferris wheel because Michael can be cheesy as shit sometimes.

He wins the hat in a sharpshooter game and perches it on top of Jeremy's head. "I was gonna go for the giant teddy bear, but this seemed less conspicuous. Plus you can actually carry this home."

They ride the Ferris wheel to the top, and it stops for a while so they can see the pier and the beach, awash in the setting's sun oranges and pinks. Michael throws his arm around his shoulder, and Jeremy unabashedly snuggles into his side.

"That hat," Michael says. "Didn't know you could pull off the mid-west look."

"Howdy, partner. Wanna hitch a ride on my stud?" It's a terrible Texan accent, but it has Michael laughing, and Jeremy laughs, too, and soon they're kissing and it's absolutely beautiful.

Every once in a while, Geoff and Jack will take the boys shopping for suits. They often ruin their tailored suits as soon as they get them, but what's the use of limitless wealth if you're not going to spend it? So Geoff puts in a call for Jeremy at his personal tailors and hauls him along with Jack so they can drink champagne and talk about what shade of blue is better.

Jeremy stands in front of a mirror and has himself measured at all angles.

"I was thinking something dark," Geoff says with a catalogue spread open on his lap that he and Jack are looking at. "Like a deep navy blue."

"Or a nice dark gray," Jack muses. "What do you think Jeremy?"

"Well ..."

"PURPLE?! $6,000 AND YOU GO WITH PURPLE?!"

"GRAY IS FUCKING BORING! YOU NOW HOW OFTEN I HAVE TO DEAL WITH GRAY AT SCHOOL? ALL THE FUCKING TIME!"

"Well. As long as you're happy with it."

"I am."

"Pay the tailor, Geoff."

"The most expensive damn eye sore if you're telling me."

Everyone has their look. When they get together to pull off some crazy stunt and have their faces splashed over social media, they each go with something striking so that no one will forget them. Jack likes her Hawaiian shirts. Gavin is glittering in gold. Ryan has his creepy fucking mask. And Michael has his patented leather jacket.

Now it's Jeremy's time to show the people what he's made of.

He steps out into the garage decked out in his new outfit.

It's purple. It's garish. It's topped with a cowboy hat and aviator sunglasses. He tugs on his half gloves as he approaches the gang.

They're all looking at him, wide eyed and smirking.

"What the fuck, Jeremy?" Michael says.

Jeremy struts towards them, does a little spin and tucks his hands into the pockets of his suit. "Well, what do you think?"

"What are the cowboy boots for?" Gavin asks.

"To go with the hat. Obviously."

"Fucking purple," Geoff moans. "All right. Everybody in. It's not like he's taking tips from fucking Greene, Jesus fucking Christ."

It's garish and it's purple, but Ryan winks at him from under the mask.

Go big or go home. As is the Fake motto.