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He was still pondering over how the hell he had managed to get Aron to have sex with him so quickly when his phone started ringing. This time, he didn’t hurry to get it. Yeah, he was going to be a little sore, that was for sure.
But he could barely stop a small surprised gasp when he saw the caller.
“Hi,” Aron’s warm voice came through from the other side.
“Hey, did you forget your keys?” Carter mumbled and looked around. “I guess you’ll have to come back and find them, because I don’t see them...”
Aron’s low chuckle made the words die on his lips. Why was everything Aron did so ... Like it was making him ... Like...
“I just wanted to ask you how you’re feeling,” Aron said.
“We barely said goodbye 5 minutes ago,” Carter replied, confused.
“Ah, well, if you really want me to say it,” Aron exhaled. “How’s your ass?”
“Ah, my ass,” Carter almost exclaimed. “Well, I guess I’ll have to use some pillows or something, later, not like right now, but all in all, I suppose that...”
I want seconds!
Are you insane?
What, you know that’s true.
“I’m glad to hear you’re fine, then,” Aron said in what appeared to be good humor.
Something of that attitude didn’t sit well with Carter, though. There was something suspicious about it. He just couldn’t tell why, seeing that he usually knew everything Aron was thinking. Well, except for the fact that the man liked guys, but well, that was in the past, and...
“I’ve been thinking,” Aron continued, breaking the silence. “I want to take you out on Saturday night. Somewhere nice. Where you can stretch your wings a little.”
“You’ve been thinking? When did you have time for that?” Carter questioned.
“From the moment I left you until now,” came the prompt reply.
“Ah, okay,” Carter agreed to the explanation. “But what wings?”
Aren’t you glad he wants to hang out? What’s with 21 questions?
Shut up, I can tell something’s off.
Of course something’s off. He’s going through a break up.
His brain was good at offering him solutions when he had none. Which sounded really weird even to him, seeing that his brain was his, anyway.
“Well, I suppose the chick should try to see how’s the world outside the coop,” Aron chuckled.
“Chick? Coop?” Carter mumbled.
Other words that start with C? Come on, he’s trying to get you to hang out, and you’re being a slowpoke.
“Ah, everything needs to be clear with you, right?” Aron laughed. “Okay, since you’re not one for subtleties, and I seem to suck at it, too, here’s what I have in mind. Let’s hang out at a gay club on Saturday night. I suppose that you would like to see how the other side of the universe is living. Since you’ve been so curious lately,” the man added with that low, sexy chuckle of his that was making Carter’s hair rise on end, like he was tickled by a thousand feathers.
“A gay club? Hmm, okay, I guess,” Carter chose to leave other questions for the next time he was going to see Aron. “Wait, I can’t.”
“Why?” Aron asked, and this time he sounded more serious.
“I cannot leave Taz alone for so many hours. And I don’t know what dog sitters will be willing to work late while I go shake it ... on the dance floor or something. I mean, I will try to arrange something, but I don’t want to ruin your night and...”
“It’s cool. Let’s leave Taz with my folks,” Aron said promptly.
“Your folks? But he’s a dog, and maybe your mom and dad won’t like him...” Carter trailed off.
No, Aron’s parents were going to love Taz. He was certain of it. But to impose like this?
“Stop finding excuses. Mom and dad will love Taz. And they won’t be bothered by having him over. Come on, I know you must be a very doting dog father, but you should let Taz see other people. Golden retrievers like it best when there’s a full house.”
Carter could feel a small short circuit right through his usually overactive brain.
“How do you know that?” he almost whispered, his voice stumbling on his own words, like a poorly maintained mechanism.
“I’ve read about it,” Aron said promptly. “Are you sure you’re okay? Please tell me I’m not scaring you off right now.”
And now his best friend sounded a bit worried.
“No, no, it’s nothing,” he hurried to say.
“Good, for a second there I feared I broke you. You know, maybe I fucked your brains out or something,” Aron snickered, like a schoolboy bent on doing something naughty during study hours.
“Look who thinks he’s funny,” Carter commented dryly. “Just you wait until I grab hold of your ass and I give you the D. We’ll see who’d be laughing then!” he promised.
“Ah, really? I’ll hold you to that,” Aron said cheerfully. “I’ll call you with the details.”
Carter could swear he had just been tricked into something somehow. But even if it was really irking him to admit to something he was not completely in control, it still felt fine. Yes, definitely. It felt fine as fuck.
What was there to do while waiting for Aron to call? The man was probably having a thousand other things on his mind, and he wasn’t going to think of nothing else but calling Carter.
He looked at the clock, an old piece of garbage he had gotten from a yard sale a few years back. It was supposed to look like a nautical anchor and other maritime symbols, but the thing was so rusty that one could not really tell what it was anymore. Truth be told, the thing had never looked better than this, and, at the time of the purchase, Carter had thought that the thing was going to look quaint and interesting. It was just an old piece of junk, though.
So, in the meantime, since there was nothing he would rather do, he decided to try looking into Alex’s social media for a bit. He didn’t care about following the guy on Instagram, but maybe clues of the guy’s indiscretions could be found there somehow.
After half an hour of reading saccharine compliments and dumb questions from people who seemed to be just as shallow as the subject of their misplaced affections, Carter was bored out of his mind. Maybe he should look into Simon’s social media, for a change? It was clear that the two clandestine lovers were not that stupid to let anything transpire, at least not from Alex’s part of things.
Simon did have the usual social media accounts, but nothing seemed to stand out on his feed, either.
Except, and now Carter looked closely, there was one strange post from Simon.
So happy. Not long until I’ll be with the guy I love. #personal #relationshipgoals
Oh, so Alex was ready to take the next step and file for divorce? Carter pondered while looking at Simon’s post. Maybe it was all for the better. It looked like Aron was taking the separation well, and if Alex was going to call it quits...
Maybe, just maybe, Aron didn’t have to know that the douchebag was and had been cheating on him. By all means, it felt like a solution to the problem, but Carter found it that it didn’t sit well with him. He felt that Aron was still entitled to know.
So he can wipe the last ounce of affection he might still have for the asshole from his heart.
I wouldn’t put it like this.
Face it, Carter, you’re an egoist when it comes to Aron’s feelings. You want the man for yourself.
Says who?
He ignored the little righteous voice in his head. Funny how people called their conscience a little voice. It wasn’t really a voice. It was just a weird game of tennis which people played on both ends.
He continued to browse through Simon’s feed with disinterest. Apparently, the guy was using his social media presence to promote the business. Yolanda had to be pretty proud of him. Well, at least the guy had found the means to mix business with pleasure. And he did advertise heavily the company’s presence at various hip venues.
Including some gay clubs, he noticed at some point. Ah, so it was to one of these places that Aron wanted to take him. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea to look into it beforehand. Just so that he would not end up looking like a poor deer caught in the headlights.
Eh, the places Simon liked to frequent looked just like any other nightclubs, with the sole difference that the audience was preponderantly male. There were still female patrons in attendance, so all in all, those clubs were just different in the sense that they were offering various styles of entertainment, from live performances to thematic parties.
Entertainment? Wait, what if Aron had something totally different in mind? Like the type of place run by that guy, David?
Suddenly, the places showing on Simon’s feed looked like kindergarten. Carter gulped. Damn, what if Aron wanted to have fun with some rough play? Okay, okay, he needed to think.
First of all, how was he going to react? Was he going to take a hike the first moment he saw Aron pulling out a flogger or whatever? Ah, damn, he wasn’t sure he could live through it.
His eyes wandered to the various pics posted by Simon. Man, but were all the guys going to these places good looking or something?
Shit. There was a problem much bigger than the slight possibility that he was going to be introduced to a more alternative lifestyle than what he could face at the moment. He was going to face...
Competition.
All right, it was a good thing that Aron hadn’t called just yet. He hurried to the bathroom and took a look in the mirror.
“The 90s called, they want their clothes back,” Carter mimicked Alex’s words in the mirror.
Okay, so there went the list of problems. He needed a haircut. But what if Aron wasn’t going to like the change? Carter had worn his hair a bit long like this since forever, well, since the teachers had no longer cared to tell him that he should get a haircut.
So, no haircut. Aron had fucked him like this, maybe it wasn’t that big an issue. But maybe he needed other clothes? What the hell did he know about fashion?
Well, you were kind of a fashion icon for about a week or more.
True, true, but what did I learn? Nothing.
Well, Aron liked Alex’s body, right? And while he could not become a twink, or have magnetic green eyes that were making stern dudes like Aron buy a Porsche just like that, he could borrow some of that guy’s fashion sense, right?
Okay, but what could work for someone like him? He wandered off to his sparse wardrobe, and Taz woke up from his dog bed and came to accompany him. Both of them looked at the few clothes Carter had with disapproval and annoyance.
“I’m not going to conquer Aron like this, right, Taz?”
Taz looked up and made a small whiny sound. Great, even his dog thought he needed help. Eh, that meant that he had to go out shopping.
“I would like something that I could wear on a...”
Date?
Night out?
Just some place for hanging out?
The saleswoman looked at him with understanding, nodding slightly.
“The first time you’re taking her out?” she obliged, with a small knowing smile.
“Her? Ah, no, it’s a guy and...” Carter trailed off.
The woman’s face changed its expression from slightly interested to very much interested.
“Oh, we have the perfect helper then!” she exclaimed, clapping her hands. “Armand!” she then yelled, half turning.
Carter was enough uncomfortable as he was. He could not understand what he was doing in a posh store, like this one. Maybe he should just wear his usual clothes.
His internal debate was interrupted by the saleswoman talking again.
“Armand, dear, the gentleman here is in need of a bit of assistance,” she spoke to the guy emerging from some back room.
Carter threw a small look in the guy’s direction and he was rewarded immediately with a bright smile. Ah, damn, now he felt even more uncomfortable. He was not yet one to read all the signs right, but the guy’s smile had seemed flirtatious.
Armand also had perfect hair, brushed to the last strand like it was supposed to follow some kind of pattern, and everything about him spelled confidence. Like fashion confidence, but it didn’t matter. He was also dressed smartly in what looked to be a pretty comfortable, yet elegant, casual suit.
“Of course,” the guy said affably. “How can I help you, sir?”
“Ah, hmm, I need clothes,” Carter blurted out.
If the guy was amused, he didn’t show it. His smile remained courteous.
“What’s the occasion?” the man asked.
“I’m going out. With a friend,” Carter continued to speak in short sentences.
“A friend-friend, or a special friend?” the guy asked, and this time his smiled widened.
How special was Aron to him? Extremely special? Very special? What was the right answer?
“Let me make it a bit easier,” Armand offered, and began guiding him towards the racks of clothes. “Do you want your homie to notice you?” he leaned in, and almost whispered.
Wow, so being gay was like being in a secret society? What was with the whispering? Carter wondered. But he felt the need to whisper, too. And it did make things easier.
“Yes,” he replied in a small voice. “We’ll go to a gay club, and it’s my first time, and, really, I have no idea what to expect.”
Armand nodded thoughtfully.
“All right, then we’ll just need to go for something that will make you feel comfortable.”
“I thought I should buy something different,” Carter said, evidently surprised.
“That is a common misconception,” Armand explained. “If you don’t feel at ease, you will have a bad time, dear. And your friend will notice, trust me. We just need to upgrade you a little. I see that you’re a jeans type of guy, so let’s try something.”
With expert moves, the guy pulled one pair of jeans from a rack and handed it to Carter.
“Try these on, and let’s go from there,” Armand smiled.
Okay, so far, it wasn’t that hard. He could wear jeans. These were a much darker blue than what he usually wore, but it was fine. He dressed up and took a look in the mirror. Hmm, they were just jeans, but they were definitely hugging his backside a little better. They were a bit low on his hips, but, as he could notice while admiring himself in the mirror, that was the secret to making his ass pop out more. He could almost understand what Aron saw in his behind, and what that girlfriend with the strap-on meant by him having a fuckable ass. The jeans also, kind of, made his legs appear longer, somehow, and the straight cut looked elegant, too.
He pushed aside the curtain and braced for the verdict, as Armand gave him a professional once-over.
“Yes, I guess they are perfect, although I would like to see you in other things, too, now,” Armand pondered.
“I don’t have too much time on my hands right now,” Carter mumbled. “You see, I left my dog alone at home, and he’s really a good kid, and he doesn’t make a mess...”
What the hell was wrong with him? Why was he so chatty? This fashion assistant could not care less about Carter’s dog.
Yet, Armand smiled.
“What breed is your kid?” Armand asked brightly.
“Golden retriever,” Carter answered promptly.
“Ah, a family dog,” Armand nodded. “Mine’s a pitbull,” he added with a small satisfied smile.
Wow, talking about dangerous! Carter looked at Armand in awe, and probably a little frightened.
“Ah, don’t worry,” Armand waved. “They’re the most misunderstood breed. Brute is an angel, really.”
Brute? Wow, that dog certainly had to be an angel.
“Then let’s not hold you more than it’s needed, dear,” Armand smiled warmly. “Here is something to complete the ensemble,” he handed Carter what looked like a pretty much plain white shirt.
Again, as he studied himself in the mirror minutes later, he had to take that back. The shirt was a slim fit, somehow making his anatomy show off, but without being one inch distasteful. He presented himself to Armand, once more.
“Yes, definitely, it becomes you,” Armand nodded. “Now, just a few adjustments to show you how to wear this for, you know,” he added with a smile, “the optimal effect. May I touch you a bit?”
“Sure,” Carter shrugged.
Armand opened the first two buttons from the top and adjusted the collar, and then he proceeded to roll the sleeves up, arranging them in what looked like something very fashionable, although Carter could not exactly explain how.
“There, showing your lovely forearms a little, hmm, I like me a man with veiny arms,” Armand sighed, a bit too dramatically to be serious. “Are you working out, darling?”
“Just playing sports and stuff,” Carter said. “And Taz needs a lot of exercise, so I run a lot, too.”
“You have nice shoulders, too,” Armand said, a bit dreamily, as he dusted Carter’s shirt of some invisible lint. “Your special friend is lucky.”
If he had been a schoolgirl, Carter would have blushed to the tip of his ears. But he wasn’t. No, he was a grown up or something. Yet, that didn’t mean that he knew everything.
“Could you please show me how you roll up the sleeves?” he asked Armand.
“Of course,” Armand beamed at him, and carefully, proceeded to explain Carter how he could replicate that little trick that was supposedly going to make him more attractive to his date.
You’re just hanging out, who the heck said it’s a date?
Shut up. It will be just the two of us. What the hell is it if it’s not a date?
Sweet dreams, my delusional prince.
Fuck you very much.
He had no idea how to be thankful enough for all the help he had received from the shop personnel, so he just chose to buy new shoes, and a belt, to complete his outfit. And Armand also made him promise that he would come back again if his date was a success.
See? Armand thinks it’s a date, too.
Only because you made him believe that.
Saturday night, when Aron was at the door, ringing his bell, Carter stilled believed he was as far from being ready as he could be. At least, the new clothes were not making him feel uncomfortable. And Taz seemed to be excited to go out again, his tail wagging so much that Carter thought there was no more need for a fan or even AC in their small apartment.
“You’re going to stay tonight with the grandparents,” Carter told his pet, patting the dog’s head. “Be nice and they will want to have you over again.”
And maybe I’ll get lucky again.
Lucky? What exactly do you think will happen?
You have no idea.
Actually, I do, since I’m your brain. Have you thought about pivoting your career toward new horizons? Like adult entertainment?
Well, it was now or never. He wiped one sweaty palm against his new jeans and opened the door with what he hoped looked like a natural gesture.
“Hey,” Aron said, and, for a couple of seconds, they looked at each other, like they could not allow themselves to breathe.
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