Ben paced, then tugged at his wine colored tie again. Dean was late, and he was really second guessing this whole tuxedo thing. He felt silly and overdressed, and was beginning to question why he ever thought D'metrius had been serious. Obviously he'd been messing with him, but it was an expensive trick at almost three hundred dollars. How much would it have cost him if he'd bought it? Thank god he hadn't let D'metrius talk him into that.
The shoes were possibly the worst shoes in the world. They rubbed him wrong in ten different ways, and since Dean still wasn't there he wasn't gonna keep wearing them. He sat down on the couch and untied one, then jumped up as his striped grey cat decided that now was the perfect time to sit on his lap.
She was not a lap cat. She was a demon. He tripped as he jumped up, then caught himself, feeling like a complete tool. Tennille looked at him, annoyed, then raised her leg and licked her butthole, making eye contact with him after her first long lick. He kicked off his other shoe, scowling at his cat.
"Sorry, kitty, but I already knew you were evil. Get over it." She licked her butt again, then licked her paw and crossed her face with it. He shrugged, then began to pace again.
Where was Dean? Dean was gonna make so much fun of him when he got here, he just knew it. He should just change now and save himself the humiliation. He took off the tuxedo jacket, then ran his hands down his black tuxedo vest. It was a snug fit. He'd been assured that was the way that they were worn, but he had his reservations. Just a few more minutes wouldn't hurt, right?
He'd been worried that Dean would show up as he was trying to figure out how to wear the tux, but he didn't. Putting on the tux wasn't actually all that hard once he tried. It felt really intimidating at the bridal shop, but that was probably because of the tuxedo tidal wave D'metrius made him wade through.
He checked the time on his phone again, Dean was now almost forty minutes late, and not even a call or a text. He paced harder. Tennille licked her tail wearing a look of feline disapproval. "Sorry if I'm annoying you, princess," he snapped at the cat, feeling dumb.
Nevermind, he'd keep the tux on just until Dean showed up. At least Dean would have a good laugh. He pulled the jacket back on and buttoned it up, then smoothed it out again. If he looked stupid, like, if Dean laughed at him he could change. Yeah, once Dean saw him and got his fill of making fun of him he'd change into something casual and they'd leave, and since he'd asked Dean to be early he'd have time to rectify his naivety and they still wouldn't be late.
If Dean showed up anytime soon, at least. He thought about calling Dean and changed his mind, too embarrassed to call, as if Dean would be able to see his ridiculous tux through the phone.
He heard the sound of gravel crunch in his driveway and then an engine cut. He ran to the window and pulled the curtain aside to catch Dean climbing out of his car. He leaned back inside and grabbed something out, a duffle bag, then shut the door. Ben pulled the curtain closed, but he was sure Dean had seen him being self-conscious.
He went to the front door, then walked away, like he'd be able to trick Dean into thinking he hadn't been pacing like a teenager before prom. Dean knocked. He hesitated, steeled his resolve, swallowed hard, then ran back to the door and pulled it open.
"Hey Ben, sorry I'm late," Dean said, pushing his way into Ben's house. He headed straight to the couch without even looking his way, talking the whole time. "You won't believe the day I had, like, such stupid shit. My brother called me out of the blue, Sean, the middle one, and I didn't answer, then I almost called him back but he didn't leave a message and I was all freaking out about it for like two hours."
Dean threw his duffle bag on the couch and leaned down to pet Tennille. She mewled piteously at him, as if Ben was starving her for both food and attention. Dean paused his monologue and reached out to her. His bossy demoness-cat leaned into Dean's hand, rubbing her face against his palm. Ben shot his cat a glare as she let Dean pet her in a way that she never let Ben pet her.
"Aww, who's a sweet girl?" Dean asked as he scritched her behind the ear. Tennille's loving act was pissing him off. "Yeah, who's a pretty kitty?"
Ben put his face away when he realized he was jealous of the attention Dean was paying to his cat. He couldn't quite shut down his jealousy, though. Dean had him trained well.
Dean stood back up, wiping his hands on his pants before he continued. "So, yeah, there was all that. And then I realized I forgot my bag at home like halfway here, so I went back to get it and then I had to get gas and..."
Dean's monologue trailed off when he finally looked up at Ben. He couldn't read the look on Dean's face and it had him squirming, eyes quickly locking on Dean's shoes. Dean was wearing the new shoes he'd bought him for Christmas, which made him feel a tiny bit better, but it was fleeting.
"Shit," he swore. "Fuck. I'm sorry, I'm ridiculous, I should get changed. It's, I mean, I asked D'metrius what I should wear, cause I didn't wanna embarrass you tonight, and I shoulda known he was fucking with me, I just didn't-"
"Ben, shut up," Dean said in his bedroom commanding voice.
Ben heard the command but it didn't register right away, he was overwhelmed by how deeply he regretted letting D'metrius mess with him like this. He should've known better. He turned towards the hallway, planning his escape. "Sorry, I really, I mean, I just didn't wanna embarrass you, and now I've gone and... Dean?"
Dean grabbed his arm, interrupting his self depreciation and also preventing him from running. "Ben, shut up, yea?" Dean pulled him by the arm and turned him around. "Oh, fuck." Ben was frozen, unsure what to do, still too ashamed to look up at Dean.
"Sorry..." God, the way that Dean's hand squeezed his forearm, possessive and firm, sent a surge of blood to his loins.
"Ben, are you wearing the extra present I got you for Christmas like you said you would?"
"Sorry, Dean, I mean, yeah, of course I am, cause you told me to, but, like, I can change out of the tux first, just gimme a-"
Dean squeezed on his arm again. "Ben, shut up, yea?"
Ben nodded, still studying the floor. "Yeah. Okay."
"Look at me, yea?" Dean asked, pulling him a step closer. He almost stumbled before his feet worked properly. "Ben, look at me."
He couldn't deny Dean when he asked like that, because he wasn't actually asking. Ben looked up, so worried that he'd disappointed Dean that it was eating a hole in his stomach.
Dean bit his lower lip, then sucked in a deep breath. "Fuck, Ben. You're really wearing them?"
"What? The underwear?" Dean nodded. Ben wasn't entirely sure, but he was slowly changing his mind about D'metrius messing with him. The look on Dean's face had him swallowing hard. "Yea. You, um, told me to."
"Good boy," Dean praised, his tone lower. "Fuck, Ben."
Ben sucked in a deep breath. "Is it okay?"
"Is it okay? Fuck, Ben, show me, yea?"
"What? The underwear?"
