Ethan stood scratching his head staring down at the sleek suit laid out on the bed before him. It was a navy blue with thin pin stripes and exquisitely tailored.
"Stop staring at it at it and just put it on," Afton teased. He came to hover near the bed wearing a smirk.
"How do you know it will fit me?" Ethan asked.
"Because I know men's bodies, and I know yours best. I had it and five others made for you. If you're going to be my personal assistant, then you'll need to be dressed for the part, won't you?" He began to turn and paused in the act. "Did you call Mary?"
Ethan wilted, "Yes. She'll meet us there. I still don't like this idea."
"I do. It's only been a month and you're not ready to come out to the world yet, therefore you need to keep up appearances. I get it." Afton said with a shrug of deference. He also had ulterior motives for inviting Ethan's girlfriend – he needed to test some boundaries with this newfound love they'd embarked on. He knew what he was about to do was a tab bit cruel, but necessary. Sometimes extreme risks were in order and with his strong emotions that he felt for Ethan, Afton found his actions justified. He needed to know if Ethan was ready for a life with him.
When Afton thought about what he had planned, his body hardened immediately. Having Mary around for it would only up the ante to the thrill of the moment. Due to the sensitivity, he wouldn't tell Ethan about the event; he wanted to surprise him.
"Where are we going again?" Ethan inquired, picking up the pants to begin getting dressed. He currently stood in nothing but his new black silk boxers.
"An art show for a good friend. You'll like it."
Afton was already dressed in a stunning suit that hugged his tight frame perfectly. It made his shoulders look broader and his waist narrower without making him look thin. When he leaned against the doorframe watching Ethan get ready, he reminded Ethan of a model in a catalog.
"What am I to do precisely? I guess I should know so I don't mess up."
"Stay by my side and do whatever I ask," he winked, "and I mean
anything
." Another wave of anticipation sent a heated wave to his crotch. He could barely wait.
Unaware of what he just committed to, Ethan shrugged. "I can do that." Ethan turned to admire himself in the mirror after he buttoned the jacket and didn't recognize himself in the reflection. His hair had been smoothed back from his face, his face clean shaven and his skin glowed. That could be from the amazing sex he and Afton had been having, but regardless, he looked hot.
"You don't look like a farmer anymore, that's for sure," Afton commented reading his mind. "You look gorgeous. I will probably have to fend a number of men off you tonight. I wish I would announce that you're with me, but I understand why not. You're a trophy boyfriend for sure. It's a waste."
Ethan rolled his eyes. "I'm not a boy toy."
"Yes you are, and a good one for sure. I think I'll keep you for awhile," he laughed. "Come on, we're late."
They rode in the limo to the city, taking this time to enjoy a quiet moment together before Ethan had to face Mary. Afton stroked his cock, tracking the thick outline of his erection through his trousers. It was driving Ethan nuts.
"I can't wait for this to night to be over so I can stripe these pants off you with my teeth," Afton whispered with a primal heat.
It made Ethan's blood boil with need. "Stop it. I need to stay focused. If I slip, I might kiss you in the middle of the party. I want you so badly it hurts."
Afton smiled, giving his dick a squeeze before sliding closer to kiss him deeply. They spent the remainder of the ride in a tight embrace of passion. They were breathless, lips red from their rough kisses and their faces flushed. Both were beyond aroused.
The limo parked in the back away from the other guests. Before Afton asked the driver to open the door, he got on his knees before Ethan with a wicked smile. "I want you to be relaxed tonight." His longer fingers unzipped his fly, pulling out Ethan's swollen cock with a firm grip. Before Ethan could moan, Afton swallowed him in a suction that drew Ethan closer to an orgasm in seconds.
"Shit, Afton," he moaned. "I love it when you do this."
It only urged his lover on and his attention increased.
"Oh fuck!" Ethan yelled when his released claimed him, filling Afton's mouth. "
Mmmmm
," he moaned again as his hips pumped a few times. The orgasm definitely was violent enough to release a tremendous amount of tension.
Afton grinned with satisfaction, tucking his lover's body back inside his pants with a gentle pat. "There, now you won't forget what awaits you at home. I don't want you distracted while you play house with Mary."
"Are you kidding me?'" Ethan laughed. "I don't think I could ever forget you."
"I love you, Ethan, don't forget
that
."
Ethan pulled Afton into his arms in order to deliver an emotional kiss, tangling their tongues in a sensual dance. The moment only lasted a second before the driver knocked on the window. They'd delayed long enough.
"I love you, too."
Afton was smiling when he walked through the doors of the art gallery with Ethan trailing behind him as a dutiful assistant. He'd explained what he expected from Ethan earlier during the ride, and Ethan fell into his role perfectly.
"Afton!" A boisterous voice hailed. "I thought you might just blow me off."
Grinning, he turned towards the sound that came from a tall black man with wild curly hair that haloed his high cheek boned face. He was eccentric, with fuchsia eye shadow, cotton candy pink lipstick and colorful earrings on each lobe. This was topped by the shiny silver suit that reflected the light from room like a disco ball. He was unashamed of his body, wearing his trousers so tight that the outline of his long cock stood out. Afton smiled at Ethan quickly before greeting this new man. "Gregory, I could never neglect one of my closest friends. Ethan, meet the artist of tonight's show, Gregory Smith."
