Chapter 8 #2
There were only a few customers in the bar, so Mike took advantage of the quiet before the storm to put up a few more decorations.
He was up a ladder, hanging the Happy New Year signs, when he got the distinct feeling of being watched.
He twisted around to catch Kevin ogling him from behind the bar.
Mike snorted. “You’d get more done if you kept your eyes off my furry little ass.” Not that Kevin could miss it. Mike was wearing nothing but a leather jock strap, a half harness, and boots. He figured it wouldn’t harm his tips.
Kevin chuckled. “If you’re gonna put it on display, you gotta expect people to look.” He palmed his erect dick, which his shorts did nothing to hide. “Looking good there, Mikey. And by the way? There ain’t nothing little about your ass.”
“Bitch.” Mike went back to his task, grinning when he caught Kevin’s mock gasp. “Have you fetched down all the boxes of plastic champagne glasses yet?” The silence that greeted his words was answer enough. Mike shook his head. “Get your ass into gear, Kev. Time’s a-wastin’.”
He listened to Kevin’s good-natured grumbling as he went off in search of the glasses. The bar was looking good, and it wouldn’t be long before the customers started piling in through the doors.
It was gonna be a good night.
Tommy gazed at the plastic garbage bags and boxes full of clothes and heaved a sigh. He didn’t have a clue what he was going to wear. He’d gone through everything at least twice already, and he was no nearer to making up his mind.
I just want him to notice me. Not that Mike wasn’t gonna do that anyway, for all the wrong reasons. Tommy’s black eye would take care of that.
“Okay, I’ve been listening to you sighing all evening, and it’s driving me crazy.” Ben emerged from his bedroom, looking smart in black jeans, dark blue shirt, and a matching tie.
Tommy smiled. “You look nice. I know it’s not how you’d normally dress for a date, but I’m sure Della’s parents will ’preciate it.”
“Yeah.” Ben shrugged. “It’s gonna be a party full of relatives, so I thought I’d better look the part.” He peered at the bags strewn around Tommy. “I gather you’ve not decided what you’re wearing yet.” He folded his arms across his chest. “What do you want to look like?”
Tommy considered his question for all of two seconds. He grinned. “Not like Danny.”
Ben smirked. “Ya don’t say.” He pursed his lips, apparently deep in thought. A moment later, he smiled. “I think we need some help here.”
Before Tommy could say a word, he disappeared out of the door that led up to the main house. Tommy went back to pulling open the bags and perusing their contents. He looked up when he heard Caroline grumbling, getting louder.
“Can this wait? I’m right in the middle of getting ready myself.” She followed Ben into the apartment.
Ben pointed to Tommy. “Look at all this, Mom. Tommy needs help. We’re talking fashion disaster here.”
She walked over to where Tommy stood and regarded him with a keen glance. “Okay, I’m thinking jeans, nice jeans that fit you, and not ones that make you look like you’re wearing diapers.”
Tommy’s cheeks grew hot.
“And I may have an idea of what shirt would work. Perfect, in fact.” She went back into the house.
Ben came over and burrowed through the pile of clothes until he pounced on something with a little cry of triumph. “Perfect.” He slung a pair of jeans at Tommy. “How ’bout those?”
Tommy stared doubtfully at the jeans. “I haven’t worn those in a while now, ’cause they’re a little on the small side for me.”
“Humor me,” Ben said with a grin.
Shrugging, Tommy took off his sweatpants and squirmed into the jeans. “Hell,” he said as he struggled to pull them up, “these are gonna be awful tight, Ben.” He tried his best to stuff all the extra material of his boxers inside the jeans.
“Oh, Lord, you can’t wear those!”
Tommy looked up to find Ben rolling his eyes. “Well, what else would I wear?”
“Nothing!” Ben said with wide eyes. “Which would be my recommendation.”
Tommy swallowed. “I am not going commando.”
Ben chuckled. “We can work up to that. Hang on a sec.” He disappeared back into his bedroom and returned with a little plastic bag. He opened it up and took out a pair of white briefs with a tag hanging off them and a wide waistband bearing the name Trophy Boy. “Here. These are brand new.”
He threw them at Tommy, who caught them deftly.
He stared at the garment with its generous pouch. “Think these’ll fit me?”
Ben’s eyes flicked downward. He grinned. “Oh yeah. Trust me, Trophy Boy was invented for guys like you. Now put them on before Mom comes back.”
Tommy felt like his whole face was on fire.
He shucked off the jeans, removed his boxers, and stepped into the tight briefs.
His dick fitted perfectly, and the briefs were comfortable, unexpectedly so.
It didn’t feel like he was wearing anything.
He put the jeans back on and then assessed the situation.
“God, they fit where they touch, that’s for sure.
” He pulled a face. “I don’t know ’bout this.
I don’t usually wear jeans this tight.” And they weren’t just tight, they were Oh My God tight.
“But they make you look good,” Ben said with a gleam in his eye.
“And what do you wanna bet that they make someone else look at you too?” He tilted his head.
“There is someone whose eye you’re trying to catch, right?
Wherever it is that you’re going tonight, which you haven’t seen fit to share with me. ”
“If Tommy doesn’t want to tell you where he’s going, that’s his choice,” Caroline said as she came into the apartment carrying a white shirt.
She smiled when she saw Tommy. “Oh, very nice.” Caroline handed over what looked like a high-end tuxedo shirt.
“This is one of Benny’s old shirts. He thinks he’ll get back into it, but that’ll never happen.
It will fit you, though. Go ahead. Put it on. ”
Tommy pulled off his sweatshirt and grabbed a white T-shirt to put on under the shirt, but Ben stopped him.
“No, nothing under it.”
Tommy stared at him but shrugged and then slipped his arms into the cool cotton shirt. When he’d nearly finished fastening all the buttons, Ben stopped him once more.
“Leave the two top ones,” he ordered. “And then roll up the sleeves. You got a black belt?”
Tommy nodded. “In that case over there.”
He went over to where Tommy had indicated and sorted through the case’s contents until he found what he was looking for. Then he crossed the room to where Tommy had lined up his footwear against the wall. “Wear these.” Ben held up a pair of black cowboy boots.
Tommy finished dressing and then stood there, arms by his sides, feeling awfully self-conscious. “Well?” He glanced down at the crisp, pristine shirt. “Now all I have to do is manage not to spill anything on it.”
“Oooh my.”
Tommy jerked his head up, cheeks burning, at the sound of Bethany’s drawn-out vowels. She stood in the doorway, grinning. “Well, aren’t you the handsome one? You’re gonna break someone’s heart tonight.”
Some of the tautness in his stomach eased at her words, and breathing became that little bit easier too. He smiled. “Really?” He wasn’t aiming to break anyone’s heart, but Bethany’s compliment made him feel a lot more confident about walking into Woofs.
Bethany nodded, Ben nodding with her. Caroline looked him up and down him in silence for a moment, and then she grinned.
“Maybe it’s a good thing Danny isn’t here right now.” She winked at him.
Damn. Didn’t that make him feel good?
The bar was filling steadily, and by nine it was already looking pretty full.
Kevin wasn’t all that busy yet. He knew once it got past ten o’clock, however, they’d all be busting their asses.
There were five guys working the bar, and things would get hectic the closer it got to midnight.
Then everything would cool down rapidly.
Patrick was flexing for a customer and getting some very appreciative glances when the door opened and Tommy walked in.
Kevin stared at him, mouth open. Damn but the kid looked good.
Then he got a closer look at that firm butt encased in those tight-as-sin jeans that hugged Tommy’s muscled thighs like a second skin.
Scrap that—Tommy was looking fucking hot.
“Will you get a load of that?” he said quietly to Patrick, nudging him with his elbow.
Patrick glanced up briefly and then did a double take. He let rip with a loud wolf whistle. “Damn, looking fine there, Tommy.”
Just like always, Tommy reddened instantly. He nodded at them both and proceeded to walk around the bar to his customary spot.
“He been in a fight or something?” Patrick said with a slight frown.
Kevin had seen the black eye too. Tommy didn’t strike him as the sort to get into a fight. “Where’s Mike?” Kevin asked, not seeing him anywhere.
“Just gone to get another box of glasses.”
Kevin chuckled. “This is gonna be interesting.” He peered around the bar to where Tommy was standing. Sure enough, the kid was already glancing up and down the bar. “Oh, I gotta see Mikey’s face when he sees Tommy.”
“Well, looks like you’re about to get your wish,” Patrick said under his breath, “’cause Mike’s just come back.”
Kevin jerked his head around to watch. Tommy looked toward the end of the bar just as Mike came around it, box in hand. It was like a moment out of a movie. Mike stopped and stared at Tommy, his eyes wide with shock. Tommy looked Mike up and down and then swallowed.
Kevin couldn’t help grinning.
Mike nodded at Tommy. “Hey.”
Kevin watched those blue eyes flicker downward before they focused on Tommy’s face.
Tommy became real still, hand gripping the edge of the bar. “Uhhh….” His face was flushed, lips parted.