Jacob held Troye's hand lightly in his, moving them as one unit into the warm shop. Suits and dresses hung on the shelves on display. The shops finest selections upfront for even the wandering eyes to see. The women behind the counter smiled at them.
"Mr.Bixenman, we weren't expecting you today! Would you like me to call him in? He's off today."
She hurriedly picked up the phone and Jacob simply raised up one hand, silencing her and stopping her actions as well. She smiled up at him nodding her head.
"It's fine Cassidy. No worries here at all. Who would you recommend for my friend here?"
Jacob pulled Troye out a little, twirling him around slowly. The short women stood examining Troye slowly, her blonde hair sat like a mop on her head, her soon to wrinkle face shone with glee as she put her finger in the air.
"I'll go get Pauline! She will just adore his figure. What a wonderful body."
She scurried away happily, in search for the mysterious Pauline. Troye still holding Jacob's hand smiled at him, nervously looking around the expensive shop.
"Troye? Are you nervous?"
Troye looked down, trying not to catch Jacob's eye.
"I'm just a little out of my comfort zone. This all seems so."
He trailed off not wanting to say anything else as Cassidy came back with a young women in all black with a tape measure around her thin neck. She smiled at them brightly.
"Hello. I'm Pauline, it's a pleasure to meet both of you. Who's the lucky man who will be getting a suit today?"
Jacob pulled Troye forward once again. Pauline looked on with delight as Jacob twirled Troye once again. She nodded her head as Troye stopped spinning.
"Let me go get my swatches you boys can wait for me by the second mirror on the left. I'll be back quickly."
She ran off to find her swatches and Jacob guided Troye to the mirror with a little platform on it. When Troye stepped up he was the same size as Jacob. Jacob looked at him in the mirror making eye contact. Troye smiled at him softly and Jacob returned the gesture.
"Nothing is too expensive for you. That I can promise."
Troye shrugged playing with the hem of his shirt. Looking uncomfortable and out of place in his very own skin. The lights of the mirror reflected off and onto his skin. It highlighted his perfect skin and angled his cheekbones more than Jacob thought he could handle as he sat staring at him.
"I just don't understand why you would spend all of this money on me. I understand you have a lot of money but still."
Pauline ran over to them, eager to get started. She quickly set up her stuff as Troye broke eye contact with Jacob in the mirror. She started talking to Troye, asking him about preferences he had in colors and fits.
Jacob sat down in a chair nearby and watched as Troye gave her the answers to her questions. How was Jacob supposed to explain his actions for Troye? That he had a huge crush on him that he didn't exactly want to act on but also really did.
He didn't want Troye to feel contained but also wanted to contain him. He didn't want a boyfriend or a label but he didn't want Troye to feel like he was just a plaything. Jacob was conflicted in his own mind. He didn't know exactly what he wanted from Troye but referring to him as his friend just wasn't cutting it for Jacob.
He watched as Pauline took Troye measurements. A man from across the room watched as well as the tape measure wrapped around Troye ass. The man looked on easily letting his eyes traveling down the curve of Troye's back and gluing themselves to his ass. Jacob stared at him in disgust but the man was too preoccupied with Troye's curves to even bother looking Jacob's way. Jacob waited patiently, holding in his anger as Pauline wrote down his numbers and announced to the two that she would be back with suits she thought would fit his shape very nicely.
