Playing Dress Up

Brian was sitting in the loft smoking a cigarette. He kept looking over at the clock wondering when Justin was going to show up. They needed to get going if they were going to catch that cop at the hustler bar. Finally there was a knock on the door, though Brian wondered why Justin didn’t just walk in.

“You ordered a hustler?” Justin asked with a smile when Brian opened the door. He was wearing his skin tight orange 76 shirt, a pair of tight jeans that showed off his ass and a jean jacket. Brian looked him up and down and sighed.

“Daphne dressed you, didn’t she?” he asked as he moved aside so Justin could come in. Brian chuckled at the face the blond made.

“She said this looks like what a hustler would wear.”

“She’s roughly right, the thing is we want you dressed like a hustler that’s actually going to get picked up.” Brian then headed into the bedroom. He came back out with a pair of black jeans and tossed them in Justin’s direction.

“How am I supposed to wear these? You’re at least six inches taller than I am.”

“They’re yours. You left them here last weekend,” Brian said with a smirk. Justin looked at them.

“I wondered where they went,” he said as he started to get undressed. Brian couldn’t keep himself from watching the younger man. Justin even decided to forgo underwear. Brian had to swallow hard and take a deep calming breath before he jumped the now naked teen in his living room. He forced himself to go back into the bedroom. He started searching through his drawers for the perfect shirt, then decided that his black wife beater would be the best bet. Brian went to the bedroom doorway and tossed the shirt to Justin.

“Why this?”

“Because it’ll show off your gorgeous neck,” Brian said before going back into the bedroom.

Justin could only smirk as he slipped the shirt on, tucking it into his jeans. He went over to the full-length mirror and looked at himself. He smiled, as he turned sideways. It was perfect. Except that it was also a little cold so he would need a jacket. Brian came up behind him with one of his leather jackets.

“Slip this on,” he said as he held up the jacket. Justin put it on and the sleeves were way too long. Brian started to roll them up, then looked at them. “That’s not going to work.” He unrolled the sleeves and went to get another jacket.

“Brian, all your jackets are too big for me. You know that. The sleeves are going to be way too long.” Justin commented. Brian wouldn’t hear it, though. He tried three different jackets before sighing heavily.

“This isn’t working.” He ran his fingers through his hair.

“I told you,” Justin said.

“Smart ass.” Brian smirked before heading back into the bedroom. He paused before the closet for a minute, then just sighed and opened it, reaching into the back and pulling out a box. Out of the box he pulled yet another leather jacket. He sighed once again before going into the living room and handing it to Justin. “Here,” he said.

“It’s not going to fit, Brian,” Justin said.

“Just put it on,” Brian ordered as he handed Justin the leather jacket. Justin looked at it a minute, then slipped it on. His eyes went wide as it was a perfect fit.

“But…..where did you……I don’t own a leather jacket.” Justin looked at the older man.

“You do now.”

“What do you mean?”

“That was supposed to be a birthday present. Kind of…..making up for the fiasco that was your nineteenth birthday.”

“You didn’t have to give it to me now,” Justin said with unshed tears shining in his eyes.

“You need to look the part and you can’t look the part in what you were wearing,” Brian said. Justin came over and hugged the older man tightly.

“Thanks, Brian. I love it.” He smiled and looked up into those beautiful hazel eyes.

“You’re welcome, Sunshine.” Brian returned the smile. They came together in a tender kiss that quickly turned passionate. Brian forced himself to back off. “We’ve got work to do.”

“I know,” Justin said with a sigh. Brian went and got his own jacket, grabbing his keys before heading to the door. He opened it and waited for Justin to walk out before shutting the door, locking it and setting the alarm. The two of them got into the ‘vette and headed to the hustler bar.

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