Angel (randy)

party & infatuation

This gets sexy, enjoy (;
Spanish translations are in the comments (I tried my best, I promise)

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Andy looks at himself in the mirror. He doesn't think he has ever worn a suit as expensive as this one. The black ensemble hugging his body in a way that's almost too uncomfortable. Andy likes his joggers and over sized t-shirts. Andy likes his comfort.

But Rye insisted. Rye insisted that the blonde should borrow one of his suits. Andy refused at first because just looking at the array of suits was intimidating, but Rye ended up making a valid point of the party being a black-tie attire event.

So there Andy stood, in his hotel room, in an Armani suit.

Hearing his phone ring, Andy looks down to see that Dan was calling him. "Hello love," Andy mumbles putting the phone on speaker so he could finish getting ready.

"Hello baby, what are you doing?"

Andy looks over at the clock and reads 7pm before looking back at the mirror, "I'm just getting ready for bed."

"What did you and your mom do today?"

Thrown off by the question, Andy panics a bit. "We, uh," he looks around for something to go off of in the room. "We went to," he spots a magazine with an advert of 'Winter Wonderland' on it, "we went of 'Winter Wonderland' for the day," he lies before holding his breath.

"Oh, I thought we were going to do that together," Dan huffs.

Andy mentally kicks himself "I know babe, but my mother really want to go and-"

"Whatever, just have a good evening."

"I'm sorry babe. I mean, we can still go together."

Dan just sighs on the other end line, "I don't ask much from you, Andrew, but I thought I that was just going to be just a special time for us."

"It still can be! I said we can still go together when you come."

"Are you-" Dan pauses, "don't raise your voice at me. You're lucky I put up with your ungrateful ass." Andy winces at the comment. "Nobody is going to love you like me, you got it? So you do what I say or I'll leave you to rot alone." He hangs up the phone and Andy just stares at the device.

Andy needs to be a better boyfriend. He needs to stop lying to Dan and be grateful for who and what he has. He looks at himself in the mirror again. His eyes are glistening from the tears threatening to fall. He doesn't even recognize himself in the stupid suit. He shouldn't be here, he should be at home with his mom planning what him and his boyfriend will be doing when he visits. He shouldn't be hanging out with a man his boyfriend hates. "Tomorrow I am going home," he mumbles to himself before giving a curt nod.

Just then, there was a knock on his door. He goes to open it and standing there in all of his handsome glory is Rye Beaumont. His red velvet jacket was buttoned and fit him like a glove. The top two buttons of his shirt were undone showing off his prominent collarbones. His hair laid perfectly across his forehead and his beautiful brown eyes were framed with a pair of glasses. "Take a picture, it will last longer," he smirks as he says his favorite line and Andy scoffs.

"Shut up."

"You look amazing Fovvs," he smiled genuinely this time, "ready to head downstairs? The party started ten minutes ago."

Andy nodded his head and Rye took his hand. Andy so desperately wanted to pull his hand away, but he couldn't. It was like Rye's hand fits perfectly in his, like it was made just for him. His heart begins to race and the two men head downstairs.