"No problem." I watched as he jumped in his car and pulled out into traffic, narrowly avoiding getting into a fender bender in the process. I'd never seen my friend so frazzled, and I just hoped he'd make it to where he needed to be without getting into an accident.
I turned my attention back to the store, with its large display windows full of sharply dressed mannequins. Taking a deep breath, I reminded myself to keep things cool. The last thing I wanted was to scare Cole off.
A bell jingled above the door as I stepped inside, and my eyes swept over the room. A teenage boy stood in front of a mirror wearing a dark gray tuxedo while an older man kneeled in front of him, marking where the cuffs of his suit legs would need to be altered. The boy was trying not to laugh as his friend stood nearby, making faces at him. Seeing the two of them reminded me of the time when me and Jayce had gone to get our tuxedos for the winter formal dance our school hosted every year. We'd been just as silly and immature as those two clearly were.
"Can I help you?" the man asked, looking up from his task.
"Uh, yes, please. I need have my final fitting done for a wedding I'm in."
"Your name?"
"Miles Butler," I responded.
"Ah, yes. I was expecting you. I set your tux in changing room number three. Another member of your party is already back there. If you want to head on in and get changed, I'll be there as soon as I'm done here."
Nodding my thanks, I made my way to the back of the store, my steel-toed boots making a loud clomping noise on the hardwood floor with every step. The dressing room section of the store was made up of four small changing rooms; two on each side, and a spacious area in the middle with a semi-circle of mirrors so people could see themselves from various angles.
Searching the numbers above the doors, I located my changing room and stepped inside, quickly removing my dusty work clothes and replacing them with the formalwear. When I was finished, I walked back out so I could check myself in the full-length mirrors.
One of the other changing room doors opened and my heart stuttered in my chest as Cole stepped out from behind it. Our eyes met, and I heard a soft gasp right before his mouth turned up into a broad grin. And didn't that just make me feel all kinds of good that this man who used to hide from me seemed happy to see me.
"Hey," he said softly.
I grinned back at him. "Hey yourself. You clean up pretty well," I told him, looking him up and down. That, of course, was a serious understatement. Dressed in a crisp, white button-up shirt a jacket, and a pair of black pants that hugged his trim waist and accentuated his tight little butt, he looked incredible. The look was topped off by a black bow tie around his neck that had my dick waking up and taking notice.
Cole's cheeks tinged pink. "So do you. That tuxedo looks really amazing on you. Like James Bond good. Jayce is going to be lucky if anyone pays any attention to him on his own wedding day once they get a look at you."
I thrilled at the compliment coming from him. "I don't care if anyone else looks at me; I'm only concerned with one person." Shit. So much for playing it cool, but I couldn't help myself. There was just something about Cole that had me wanting to take risks and dive right in. Fortunately, he didn't seem bothered by my boldness in the least, choosing instead to play along.
"Oh, really? Anyone I know?" he asked as he took a step forward, closing the distance between us.
"As a matter of fact—" My words were cut off as the store owner suddenly appeared, holding his case of supplies at his side.
He grinned at the two of us. "Well, don't you two look dashing? Just stay right there it'll only take me a few minutes to check that everything fits just right."
My eyes remained fixed on Cole as the man moved around, checking our inseams and making a few minor adjustments here and there. Cole tried to look anywhere else, but eventually, those green orbs strayed back to me, and he offered me a shy grin.
The quick changes between him being bold and shy left me constantly guessing what he would do next. Instead of it being annoying like it might with some guys, I found it exhilarating. Probably because I knew he wasn't doing it on purpose. It was simply who he was; quiet one moment and stating exactly what he wanted the next. Cole Morris was quite easily the most intriguing man I'd ever met.
"All finished," the store owner announced. "I'll make these last few changes, and you can pick them up next Wednesday." We thanked him as he walked away, and then it was just the two of us again. The air grew heavy around us, making my chest feel tight when I tried to breathe.
"I uh...I guess I better get changed," Cole said, hooking a thumb over his shoulder.
My hand shot out as he turned to walk away, gripping his arm lightly and feeling the tension in his muscles beneath my touch. He glanced down at my hand, then his eyes met mine. They were brimming with questions that I didn't have the answers to. All I knew was that I wasn't ready to let him go just yet.
Coming up with the best excuse I could think of, I held my bowtie up for him to see. "I've never worn one of these before. Do you think you could help put it on?"
"Oh, um. Yeah, of course." His fingers brushed over mine as he pulled the smooth fabric from my hand, sending a spark of awareness throughout my body.
Our height difference made it impossible for him to be able to do up the tie from behind me, so he stood in front of me, and I leaned down slightly to make it easier for him to reach. The tip of his tongue peeked out from between his lips as he concentrated on his task, and I leaned in further, inhaling his clean, minty smell.
He looked up, his eyes searching mine as he finished, but instead of moving away as I'd expected, he placed both of his hands on my chest, the warmth of his skin melting through the thin material of my dress shirt, and I suddenly wished there was a lot less material between us.
I reached out and brushed the pad of my thumb over his bottom lip. He let out the sweetest little mewling sound, and I felt the last of my resolve crumble. Sliding my hand to the back of his neck, I pulled him toward me and sealed my mouth over his. He responded immediately, his fingers curling into my shirt as I swallowed his moan. My tongue slid over the seam of his lips, and he opened up, allowing me entry. My knees nearly buckled with the sweet taste of him.
Cole jerked away from me as someone suddenly began talking nearby, leaving me breathless and with my cock hard enough to hammer nails. I'd been so consumed by the taste and feel of him that I'd completely forgotten we were in public. The look in his eyes told me that he was just as affected as I was by our kiss and damned if that didn't make me feel all kinds of proud.
He looked flustered as he searched wildly around him. He looked at me one more time before rushing into the changing room, swiftly shutting the door. With no other choice, I went to my own room and quickly changed back into my work clothes.
