"It's the perfect interview suit," Ted says, looking at Jake in the shop mirror as the assistant adjusts the length of the trousers.
"You sure?"
"Trust your boyfriend, he's got a good eye!" the assistant tells him, looking up at Jake from her position on the floor before getting up. "There! You're all set. I'll meet you by the till when you're ready!"
Jake looks at himself in the mirror, amazed at the comparison from a few days ago to now. He can't help doing a bit of a jaunty walk around the fitting area, making Sam smile and giggle at him before he disappears behind the curtain into his changing cubicle.
Sam takes his hands out of his pockets where he's been trying to disguise his hard on for a few minutes, looks around to see no-one in sight and then sidles in after Jake.
"What are you doing?!" Jake laughs as he feels Sam's arms around his waist, turning around to see him.
"I thought you could use a little hand with your trousers here!" Sam's hand slips down and unzips Jake's new trousers.
"I'm a big boy! I can dress and undress myself!" Jake laughs, grabbing hold of Sam's wrist as he turns them both around, wondering if anyone can hear them.
"But all these pins! You might get pricked! You need to be careful!" Sam produces a pin from the back of Jake's waistband as evidence before kissing him suddenly on the mouth. "Let's just go for it!" Sam whispers conspiratorially against Jake's neck as his lips press kisses against the warm flesh.
"What, in here?!"
Nodding his mouth against Jake's neck, Sam kisses him again, "That's the fun part!"
Dropping to his knees, Sam eases down Jake's trousers and underwear, as Jake tips his head back, trying not to listen to the elevator music going on in the shop and instead concentrate on what Sam's doing to his cock with that wonderful mouth of his.
"You doing okay in there?!" the sales assistant calls out, knowing exactly what they're doing from Jake's soft moans and Sam's slurping sounds.
"Huh?!" Jake nearly jumps out of his skin.
"Fine!" Sam calls calmly, pulling his head away from Jakes groin for a minute.
"Great!" Jake agrees, looking down to grin wickedly at Sam. "Thanks! Er, I've done with these!" Jake tells the assistant, pushing his trousers out at her through the tiniest gap possible in the curtain.
She pulls them out with a huge barely contained grin on her face, looking around at the empty change room, "Take all the time you need boys!"
"Oh we will!" Sam assures her, before going to work on Jake's cock again.
~~~
Dave paces up and down around the two chairs that are allocated to him and Maddie in the court room, occasionally looking over at Maddie and the Magistrate who are deep in conversation, peering at various papers at the Magistrate's desk.
"Try and relax!" Joy urges him, leaning over from her seat on the front row.
"I just want to get out of here!" Dave whispers back, unable to stop his pacing even whilst he talks.
"Okay, here's the police report, he's got lousy handwriting and the spelling's atrocious!" Maddie announces, arriving back at Dave's side. Calum and Joy both stand up trying to calm him down. "You may want to get your reading glasses out."
"Another joy of middle age," Dave grumbles, going into his inner suit pocket for his glasses case before peering at the document in front of him. Calum, Joy and Maddie all watch him as he reads, waiting for his verdict. Looking up at them in astonishment, he takes his glasses off again, "This isn't what happened!"
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Queer as Muke
أدب الهواة"The thing you need to know is, it's all about sex. It's true. In fact they say men think about sex every twenty-eight seconds. Of course that's straight men. With gay men it's every nine." Twenty nine year old advertising executive Michael Cliffor...
