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Chapter 25 (Part 3)
We finish out our holiday evening with presents. I’m surprised to find Jack in the kitchen when we get upstairs. He’s standing at the stove slowly stirring a large pot of what smells like hot cocoa. He’s also changed into sleepwear, black satin PJ bottoms with broad stripes and a grey tank top that shows off his lean torso.
“Oh good, help me carry mugs into the living room.” Jack smiles at me.
“Ok, but I’m not calling you ‘mom.’” I chuckle.
“Oh darling, give me time.” Jack laughs, ladling cocoa and adding mini-marshmallows.
When we return to the living room, my dad hands Jack a wrapped gift and Mikey hands me one as well as we flop down together on the old loveseat.
“Ok, everyone has one, right?” My dad says, getting comfy in his chair. “Sid, wanna start us off?”
Sid grins big, but I can see he’s pushing through. Dan is sitting beside him and I notice him shift himself closer to Sid, pressing their legs together.
“Looks like this one is from…” Sid says, reading the tag, “Oh, Santa. Nice. Good to know I made the list.”
Sid chuckles a little as he tears the paper open, then bursts out a big laugh the moment he sees its contents. He holds up the package for us to see a two pack of Black Label bong cleaning solution.
“Damn, Santa knows me really well.” Sid laughs.
“He sees you when you’re smoking.” I sing.
“He knows when you are baked.” Mikey adds, delighted with his addition.
“Dear god. I’m going to pretend I don’t know what that is for.” My dad laughs, “Sid, pick the next victim to open a gift.”
We go around the room like this a few times. The gifts may be meager–a used photography book of Dior Collections for Jack, a few giant jars of whey protein powder for Mikey, new winter gloves for my dad–but we’re all just kinda buzzed on being together. By the time we reach socks and underwear the vibe is raucous.
Dan loves his briefs, saying they look like Marty McFly’s in Back to the Future. Sid cackles at the trunk style undies Mikey picked for him, covered in cartoon characters. Jack declares the silky and sheer black briefs we chose an inspired choice. Dan insists on inspecting the various pouched offerings Mikey and I selected for each other. He reads the pouch sizing guide aloud to the room, reaching into his pants to perform a demonstration, making my dad blush bright scarlet for us all to mock. He’s almost sheepish when he opens his own sporty compression boxer briefs, but Jack doesn’t let him get away with doing so quickly or quietly.
“Those jewel tones are great for your coloring.” Jack purrs.
“Aw. Thanks.” Stephen replies.
“And if your son is any indication, your big meaty dick will look great in them, too.” Jack adds, casually.
My dad turns a shade of red I’ve never seen before. Mikey, Dan, and Sid erupt laughing. I just shake my head, jaw slack in shock.
“Go on, try them on.” Sid suggests with an eyebrow waggle.
My dad just rolls his eyes at this, but the boys start chanting, slowly at first, but ramping in the way only a group of 20 somethings high of life (and weed brownies, and champagne) can.
“Try them on. Try them on. TRY THEM ON.”
“HEY!” My dad yells over the din, quieting the room. Then, calmly and clearly, “If I’m modelling we’re all modelling. So put up or shut up.”
The room once again falls silent as we all exchange glances, trying to gauge the probability. But I suddenly realize the underwear Mikey picked out for me plus my new growth spurt might put me in an awkward situation with my dad, and I decide to head this one off before Sid and Mikey get us all naked and measuring.
“Well if it’s a fashion show you want, then you might want to open these first.” I say, getting off the sofa (hiding my plump semi as best I can in PJs) and start handing out the gifts I’ve been sewing for weeks from where I stashed them under the tree. “Dan got his early, but I made something for each of you.”
They each tear into their packages with an eagerness that warms my twink heart. Jack is the first to fully unwrap and unfurl with chic new trousers. He gasps as he inspects each detail, looking over my seam work approvingly, nodding at little details like the buckles and the angle of the pocket openings.
“Hot damn, mentee. A+.” Jack sighs happily, standing up and wandering behind the sofa before dropping his satin lounge pants entirely.
He proceeds to use the sofa as a partial shield and burlesques the wool trousers on slowly, giving particular attention to my dad’s line of sight. He’s wearing bright white briefs with a high hip and the swell of his pouch is tantalizing. Despite the hot tubbing and Jack’s exhibitionist streak, I’ve never actually seen his junk. I can’t say I’m not curious, I am. Very. But I do know that I appreciate the way the man fills clothes. He buttons and zips the pants, the broad waistband perfectly formed to his waspish waist, and I smile at the fit. With his black tank top, he looks every bit the part of a runway model.
“Like a glove.” He gasps, strolling around the sofa and catwalking the living room for our approval.
Dan wolf whistles. Mikey applauds. My dad tries not to stare.
“Oooh,” Sid says, starry eyed, “I wanna look that good.”
With that he tears open his own present and holds up the squarecut speedo and matching harness. The lycra I found for the swimsuit is a deep, ruddy orange like the skin of a ripe persimmon. I found nylon webbing the same shade and made a harness that fits around his burly shoulders and across his meaty pecs.
“Oh, shit.” Sid says, dropping into his lower register.
“Ooh, this is going to be hot.” Jack laughs, taking Sid by the hand and leading him around to the back of the sofa.
Sid lights up as Jack takes control. He puts his tall frame between us and Sid, shielding him a bit from view as he strips down. This gives Sid some sense of modesty, but also gives Jack the best vantage to enjoy the show as Sid maneuvers out of his clothes. Once Sid’s in his suit Jack holds out the harness for him to slip on, spreading his big fingers open to present the arm holes like a kinky version of cat’s cradle. He spins Sid around and buckles the back of the harness, pulling the front tense but not tight, snug but not binding. Jack stands back to assess my work again, his bottom jaw dropping a little with a coy blush. Regaining his composure, he sends Sid around the couch with a solid slap on the ass.
“Cheeky!” Sid gasps as Jack’s hand connects firmly with his bubble butt in the form-fitting swimsuit.
Sid walks slowly out in front of us, looking down at his own body as he moves, a disbelieving grin plastered on his face. When he looks up his expression is pure pride. I gotta say, I’m proud of this one. The seamless squarecut front holds his hefty nuts into an ample mound, centered and full. The lycra is dense but soft, and the swell of his thick softy is just discernable enough to imply heft. Brett would be jealous, I find myself thinking. The waistband, in a nod to both his centurion costume from the night we met and Versace, I embroidered with a greek key pattern in white thread using a serger at the Works.
Sid looks down again and flexes his chest a bit, watching the harness go taut across his pecs. The fit emphasizes his solid meaty upper body, and I attached a nice big D ring at the center of the cross strap as a way to flag he’s a sub (I may have done some research into kinky Queer fashion coding). I notice his nipples have popped into hard little nubs and feel my cock stirring in my PJs. He turns slowly, showing us the bounce of his bubble butt, enhanced by the tailoring of the material. When he turns back around, I can see the attention and the fit have brought a little more heft to his cock, and the plump bulge looks mouthwatering.
“I should put some clothes on before I get in trouble.” Sid says with a dry laugh, glancing over at Dan, then blushing bright red.
I glance over and see Dan’s eyes are wide, his breathing rapid, and he’s clutching a small throw pillow in his lap. Seeing him almost too-turned-on-to-function makes me laugh out loud, giddy at my own success.
“Thank you, Adam! I love them. Like… a lot.” Sid says, scrambling back into his comfy clothes (though keeping the suit on underneath, I notice).
“Ok, my turn I guess.” My dad says, lifting the tape on his large bundle. “No offense, son, but I’m relieved it’s bigger than a swimsuit.”
“Booooo!” Mikey jokes.
Stephen sticks his tongue out at Mikey in response, then turns his attention back to the gift. When he pulls back the paper, the look on his face is the only gift I need this year. He looks up at me, eyes glittering with joy as he unfolds the three piece suit. Dad jumps up and struts around the sofa to change, his face full of excitement. Jack meets him there and eagerly falls back into his role as dresser, taking the jacket and vest from him to inspect while he pulls the pants on.
“Holy shit, Adam.” Jack says, “This is stunning.”
The wool is a cobalt blue tweed that has these red and yellow speckles so soft and so tiny that they’re almost impossible to see from any distance. They just make the blue look somehow bright and deep at the same time. I chose a classic, 3-button jacket with lapels big enough to balance his broad frame but not so big to be ridiculous or 70s. The vest I decided to make with 5-buttons and 3 welted pockets. In my own fabric stash I had a blue and red paisley satin that made a great back panel. I cuffed the pants and gave them a nice, sleek crease.
Even with just a t-shirt underneath, the suit looks great on him. I’m really happy with the fit I achieved, even using old measurements I was able to eyeball the difference in his shoulders and *ahem* ass. He looks chic, but homey. Warm and inviting, but still powerful and masculine. The overall effect is like a tall hobbit on the red carpet at the Oscars, if that makes sense.
“Well, what do we think?” My dad asks me, holding his arms out and giving a slow turn.
“Hot.” Sid blurts out.
Dan and Mikey crack up. Jack just nods, smirking.
“He’s right. You look sexy as fuck.” Mikey laughs.
“You look great, Dad.” I say, blinking back happy tears.
“I feel great.” He replies, grinning. “And thank you, boys. Good to know I still got it.”
“Oh, you can get it.” Jack mumbles.
“Who’s next? Oh! Yes, of course.” My dad asks the room, realizing Mikey is still holding a fully wrapped present.
“Heh. Let’s see. Bigger than a swimsuit.” Mikey teases holding up the big package and shaking it by his ear.
“Fabric rarely rattles, babe.” I laugh.
“Unless it’s beading.” Jack adds.
“OOh. I’ve never worn anything with beading.” Mikey jokes, tearing the paper and revealing the 3 piece suit within. “Whoa.”
Mikey jumps up fast enough to make the room shake a bit when his feet hit the floorboards. He struts behind the sofa and hands Jack the jacket and vest. He shucks his sweats to the floor. Jack’s height is no help shielding Mikey from our view, and as soon as he spots us all leaning over to get a glimpse of his epic physique, Mikey starts to show off a bit. He slowly pulls up the suit pants, letting the open zipper lift the absolutely stuffed pouch of his boxer briefs and bounces it a few times for our benefit. Judging by the tent in Sid’s pants, his ass is looking equally tempting from that angle. Mikey winks at me as he loads his mound into the fly, then buttons and zips. Jack starts helping him into his vest and jacket (one a little goofy looking over a ratty White Zombie t-shirt).
For Mikey’s suit I chose a gray twill that reminds me of an overcast sky, and it perfectly highlights the blue of his eyes. I considered making him a double-breasted jacket to emphasize his power and imposing height, but the more I sketched the more I wanted to emphasize his balanced physique instead. Honor his range of motion and grace. I ended up creating a chic 2-button jacket with a soft shoulder, a 4-button vest with a black pinstripe silk back panel, and a flat front pant with adjusters instead of belt loops. For a contrast pop I picked buttons that are this deep red that’s so dark it looks black, but when the warm twinkly lights of the tree catches them they flash red like a drop of blood in a sexy vampire movie. I might have salivated a bit when I found them at the notions shop, and I’m definitely salivating now. He steps into the middle of the living room and gives a slow turn. We all just stare in silence.
“Well? How’s it look?” Mikey asks, feeling a bit awkward as we stare, slack jawed and star eyed.
I look around the room as the rest of the guys, my dad included, try to make words.
“Um.” My dad says, shifting slightly in his chair.
“It’s… yeah.” Sid manages breathlessly.
“Dude.” Dan nods.
“Does it not fit? It feels ok.” Mikey says, looking more and more anxious, “I don’t know, guys, this is my first suit! Help me out!”
Jack is the one who saves us all from being tongue tied by horniness.
“Oh, don’t mind them, Mikey. All the blood has left their brains and rushed downstairs.” Jack laughs, “You look fucking stupendous. You look like you own 51% of this company and the company only sells sex.”
“Yes! That!” Sid blurts, pointing at Jack.
“Really? It’s good?” Mikey says, a small smile creeping in.
“It’s ridiculously good, buddy. You look like Don Draper.” My dad assures.
“Yeah, Super Saiyan Don Draper.” Sid offers. “Down to the trouser cannon.”
“Thanks, Sid.” My dad sighs, then shrugs when I raise an eyebrow in his direction, “Someone had to say it.”
“SO GOOD.” Dan says after regaining some brain power. “You look like a high priced lawyer in an early 2000s porno.”
“That’s… specific.” I laugh.
“Actually I think I know the one you’re picturing.” Jack agrees.
“Ok, welcome to wearing a suit 101.” My dad says, standing up and facing Mikey. “Rule number 1, shoulders are the hardest thing to change, right Adam? So look for shoulders that line up with your actual shoulders.”
I grin and nod enthusiastically. Seeing them both in their suits is affecting me in ways I didn’t anticipate, and I feel the prickle of tears forming. Luckily they're both totally focussed on each other, and I don’t ruin the moment they’re having. In the absence of a full-length mirror, my dad is standing in for a reflection, walking Mikey through the motions of trying on a suit as he goes through each step.
“Yep, the shoulders are perfect, of course, since this is a bespoke suit.” My dad smiles, “Button the jacket to test the fit. But just the top one, never button the bottom button on a suit jacket.”
“Huh. I didn’t know that.” Sid mumbles.
“Ok, remove the jacket.” They both do. “Most vests on a 3-piece have a buckle on the back to cinch it a little, this keeps the lines sleek. Looks like Adam gave you adjusters on the pants, too. Damn, son, you really went all out on these.”
“I’ll say. Pity you’re not being graded on these.” Jack says.
“Oh, your instant boners are A+ enough for me.” I laugh. “Really, it’s the best compliment I could hope for.”
“Thank you, Adam. Thank you so much.” Mikey says, crossing the room to where I’m sitting and pulling me into his arms for a hug that feels like a vice. “I love it so much. I’m so fucking lucky.”
“I love you. You deserve good things.” I say into his chest where my face is buried (not a complaint).
Mikey holds me out from his chest at arms length and gives me the most genuine, reassuring smile I’ve ever seen. I still marvel at his ability to do this. To convey so much feeling with absolute clarity in a single look. I feel my heart beat hard and the tears threaten to return. Luckily I’m saved by Stephen.
“Yes, thank you, Adam.” My dad says, “Everything you made is amazing.”
“And hot!” Sid adds.
“And profoundly personal.” Dan adds.
“And I expect a full suit for my birthday.” Jack proclaims.
“And Dan needs a swimsuit!” Sid gasps.
“Guys, he just gave us all gifts.” Dan chides.
“Actually, I did make Dan a swimsuit. It’s under the tree.” I admit.
“Fashion shows encore!” Sid yells.
“Oh no, I’m spent. Bedtime for the old man.” My dad laughs, maybe just not needing another round of boners to avoid eye contact with.
“Fair. We’ll take it downstairs and try to keep it down to a dull roar.” I say, hugging my dad tight, “Thank you. For everything. I love you, dad.”
“Love you too, kiddo.” Dad says, “And thank you for sharing your friends with me.”
“Aw.” Dan smiles, throwing an arm around Sid (who is still in his speedo and harness). “Thank you, Stephen, for your hospitality and for putting up with a bunch of horny nerds.”
“Oh, anytime. That door is always open to you.” My dad says, pointing to the front door as he saunters up the stairs to his bedroom.
Dan gathers the empty cocoa mugs and Mikey starts picking up shredded wrapping paper. Sid, Jack, and I grab all the discarded clothes and head down the stairs to the basement, which has (thankfully) aired out a bit.
…
We finish out our holiday evening with presents. I’m surprised to find Jack in the kitchen when we get upstairs. He’s standing at the stove slowly stirring a large pot of what smells like hot cocoa. He’s also changed into sleepwear, black satin PJ bottoms with broad stripes and a grey tank top that shows off his lean torso.
“Oh good, help me carry mugs into the living room.” Jack smiles at me.
“Ok, but I’m not calling you ‘mom.’” I chuckle.
“Oh darling, give me time.” Jack laughs, ladling cocoa and adding mini-marshmallows.
When we return to the living room, my dad hands Jack a wrapped gift and Mikey hands me one as well as we flop down together on the old loveseat.
“Ok, everyone has one, right?” My dad says, getting comfy in his chair. “Sid, wanna start us off?”
Sid grins big, but I can see he’s pushing through. Dan is sitting beside him and I notice him shift himself closer to Sid, pressing their legs together.
“Looks like this one is from…” Sid says, reading the tag, “Oh, Santa. Nice. Good to know I made the list.”
Sid chuckles a little as he tears the paper open, then bursts out a big laugh the moment he sees its contents. He holds up the package for us to see a two pack of Black Label bong cleaning solution.
“Damn, Santa knows me really well.” Sid laughs.
“He sees you when you’re smoking.” I sing.
“He knows when you are baked.” Mikey adds, delighted with his addition.
“Dear god. I’m going to pretend I don’t know what that is for.” My dad laughs, “Sid, pick the next victim to open a gift.”
We go around the room like this a few times. The gifts may be meager–a used photography book of Dior Collections for Jack, a few giant jars of whey protein powder for Mikey, new winter gloves for my dad–but we’re all just kinda buzzed on being together. By the time we reach socks and underwear the vibe is raucous.
Dan loves his briefs, saying they look like Marty McFly’s in Back to the Future. Sid cackles at the trunk style undies Mikey picked for him, covered in cartoon characters. Jack declares the silky and sheer black briefs we chose an inspired choice. Dan insists on inspecting the various pouched offerings Mikey and I selected for each other. He reads the pouch sizing guide aloud to the room, reaching into his pants to perform a demonstration, making my dad blush bright scarlet for us all to mock. He’s almost sheepish when he opens his own sporty compression boxer briefs, but Jack doesn’t let him get away with doing so quickly or quietly.
“Those jewel tones are great for your coloring.” Jack purrs.
“Aw. Thanks.” Stephen replies.
“And if your son is any indication, your big meaty dick will look great in them, too.” Jack adds, casually.
My dad turns a shade of red I’ve never seen before. Mikey, Dan, and Sid erupt laughing. I just shake my head, jaw slack in shock.
“Go on, try them on.” Sid suggests with an eyebrow waggle.
My dad just rolls his eyes at this, but the boys start chanting, slowly at first, but ramping in the way only a group of 20 somethings high of life (and weed brownies, and champagne) can.
“Try them on. Try them on. TRY THEM ON.”
“HEY!” My dad yells over the din, quieting the room. Then, calmly and clearly, “If I’m modelling we’re all modelling. So put up or shut up.”
The room once again falls silent as we all exchange glances, trying to gauge the probability. But I suddenly realize the underwear Mikey picked out for me plus my new growth spurt might put me in an awkward situation with my dad, and I decide to head this one off before Sid and Mikey get us all naked and measuring.
“Well if it’s a fashion show you want, then you might want to open these first.” I say, getting off the sofa (hiding my plump semi as best I can in PJs) and start handing out the gifts I’ve been sewing for weeks from where I stashed them under the tree. “Dan got his early, but I made something for each of you.”
They each tear into their packages with an eagerness that warms my twink heart. Jack is the first to fully unwrap and unfurl with chic new trousers. He gasps as he inspects each detail, looking over my seam work approvingly, nodding at little details like the buckles and the angle of the pocket openings.
“Hot damn, mentee. A+.” Jack sighs happily, standing up and wandering behind the sofa before dropping his satin lounge pants entirely.
He proceeds to use the sofa as a partial shield and burlesques the wool trousers on slowly, giving particular attention to my dad’s line of sight. He’s wearing bright white briefs with a high hip and the swell of his pouch is tantalizing. Despite the hot tubbing and Jack’s exhibitionist streak, I’ve never actually seen his junk. I can’t say I’m not curious, I am. Very. But I do know that I appreciate the way the man fills clothes. He buttons and zips the pants, the broad waistband perfectly formed to his waspish waist, and I smile at the fit. With his black tank top, he looks every bit the part of a runway model.
“Like a glove.” He gasps, strolling around the sofa and catwalking the living room for our approval.
Dan wolf whistles. Mikey applauds. My dad tries not to stare.
“Oooh,” Sid says, starry eyed, “I wanna look that good.”
With that he tears open his own present and holds up the squarecut speedo and matching harness. The lycra I found for the swimsuit is a deep, ruddy orange like the skin of a ripe persimmon. I found nylon webbing the same shade and made a harness that fits around his burly shoulders and across his meaty pecs.
“Oh, shit.” Sid says, dropping into his lower register.
“Ooh, this is going to be hot.” Jack laughs, taking Sid by the hand and leading him around to the back of the sofa.
Sid lights up as Jack takes control. He puts his tall frame between us and Sid, shielding him a bit from view as he strips down. This gives Sid some sense of modesty, but also gives Jack the best vantage to enjoy the show as Sid maneuvers out of his clothes. Once Sid’s in his suit Jack holds out the harness for him to slip on, spreading his big fingers open to present the arm holes like a kinky version of cat’s cradle. He spins Sid around and buckles the back of the harness, pulling the front tense but not tight, snug but not binding. Jack stands back to assess my work again, his bottom jaw dropping a little with a coy blush. Regaining his composure, he sends Sid around the couch with a solid slap on the ass.
“Cheeky!” Sid gasps as Jack’s hand connects firmly with his bubble butt in the form-fitting swimsuit.
Sid walks slowly out in front of us, looking down at his own body as he moves, a disbelieving grin plastered on his face. When he looks up his expression is pure pride. I gotta say, I’m proud of this one. The seamless squarecut front holds his hefty nuts into an ample mound, centered and full. The lycra is dense but soft, and the swell of his thick softy is just discernable enough to imply heft. Brett would be jealous, I find myself thinking. The waistband, in a nod to both his centurion costume from the night we met and Versace, I embroidered with a greek key pattern in white thread using a serger at the Works.
Sid looks down again and flexes his chest a bit, watching the harness go taut across his pecs. The fit emphasizes his solid meaty upper body, and I attached a nice big D ring at the center of the cross strap as a way to flag he’s a sub (I may have done some research into kinky Queer fashion coding). I notice his nipples have popped into hard little nubs and feel my cock stirring in my PJs. He turns slowly, showing us the bounce of his bubble butt, enhanced by the tailoring of the material. When he turns back around, I can see the attention and the fit have brought a little more heft to his cock, and the plump bulge looks mouthwatering.
“I should put some clothes on before I get in trouble.” Sid says with a dry laugh, glancing over at Dan, then blushing bright red.
I glance over and see Dan’s eyes are wide, his breathing rapid, and he’s clutching a small throw pillow in his lap. Seeing him almost too-turned-on-to-function makes me laugh out loud, giddy at my own success.
“Thank you, Adam! I love them. Like… a lot.” Sid says, scrambling back into his comfy clothes (though keeping the suit on underneath, I notice).
“Ok, my turn I guess.” My dad says, lifting the tape on his large bundle. “No offense, son, but I’m relieved it’s bigger than a swimsuit.”
“Booooo!” Mikey jokes.
Stephen sticks his tongue out at Mikey in response, then turns his attention back to the gift. When he pulls back the paper, the look on his face is the only gift I need this year. He looks up at me, eyes glittering with joy as he unfolds the three piece suit. Dad jumps up and struts around the sofa to change, his face full of excitement. Jack meets him there and eagerly falls back into his role as dresser, taking the jacket and vest from him to inspect while he pulls the pants on.
“Holy shit, Adam.” Jack says, “This is stunning.”
The wool is a cobalt blue tweed that has these red and yellow speckles so soft and so tiny that they’re almost impossible to see from any distance. They just make the blue look somehow bright and deep at the same time. I chose a classic, 3-button jacket with lapels big enough to balance his broad frame but not so big to be ridiculous or 70s. The vest I decided to make with 5-buttons and 3 welted pockets. In my own fabric stash I had a blue and red paisley satin that made a great back panel. I cuffed the pants and gave them a nice, sleek crease.
Even with just a t-shirt underneath, the suit looks great on him. I’m really happy with the fit I achieved, even using old measurements I was able to eyeball the difference in his shoulders and *ahem* ass. He looks chic, but homey. Warm and inviting, but still powerful and masculine. The overall effect is like a tall hobbit on the red carpet at the Oscars, if that makes sense.
“Well, what do we think?” My dad asks me, holding his arms out and giving a slow turn.
“Hot.” Sid blurts out.
Dan and Mikey crack up. Jack just nods, smirking.
“He’s right. You look sexy as fuck.” Mikey laughs.
“You look great, Dad.” I say, blinking back happy tears.
“I feel great.” He replies, grinning. “And thank you, boys. Good to know I still got it.”
“Oh, you can get it.” Jack mumbles.
“Who’s next? Oh! Yes, of course.” My dad asks the room, realizing Mikey is still holding a fully wrapped present.
“Heh. Let’s see. Bigger than a swimsuit.” Mikey teases holding up the big package and shaking it by his ear.
“Fabric rarely rattles, babe.” I laugh.
“Unless it’s beading.” Jack adds.
“OOh. I’ve never worn anything with beading.” Mikey jokes, tearing the paper and revealing the 3 piece suit within. “Whoa.”
Mikey jumps up fast enough to make the room shake a bit when his feet hit the floorboards. He struts behind the sofa and hands Jack the jacket and vest. He shucks his sweats to the floor. Jack’s height is no help shielding Mikey from our view, and as soon as he spots us all leaning over to get a glimpse of his epic physique, Mikey starts to show off a bit. He slowly pulls up the suit pants, letting the open zipper lift the absolutely stuffed pouch of his boxer briefs and bounces it a few times for our benefit. Judging by the tent in Sid’s pants, his ass is looking equally tempting from that angle. Mikey winks at me as he loads his mound into the fly, then buttons and zips. Jack starts helping him into his vest and jacket (one a little goofy looking over a ratty White Zombie t-shirt).
For Mikey’s suit I chose a gray twill that reminds me of an overcast sky, and it perfectly highlights the blue of his eyes. I considered making him a double-breasted jacket to emphasize his power and imposing height, but the more I sketched the more I wanted to emphasize his balanced physique instead. Honor his range of motion and grace. I ended up creating a chic 2-button jacket with a soft shoulder, a 4-button vest with a black pinstripe silk back panel, and a flat front pant with adjusters instead of belt loops. For a contrast pop I picked buttons that are this deep red that’s so dark it looks black, but when the warm twinkly lights of the tree catches them they flash red like a drop of blood in a sexy vampire movie. I might have salivated a bit when I found them at the notions shop, and I’m definitely salivating now. He steps into the middle of the living room and gives a slow turn. We all just stare in silence.
“Well? How’s it look?” Mikey asks, feeling a bit awkward as we stare, slack jawed and star eyed.
I look around the room as the rest of the guys, my dad included, try to make words.
“Um.” My dad says, shifting slightly in his chair.
“It’s… yeah.” Sid manages breathlessly.
“Dude.” Dan nods.
“Does it not fit? It feels ok.” Mikey says, looking more and more anxious, “I don’t know, guys, this is my first suit! Help me out!”
Jack is the one who saves us all from being tongue tied by horniness.
“Oh, don’t mind them, Mikey. All the blood has left their brains and rushed downstairs.” Jack laughs, “You look fucking stupendous. You look like you own 51% of this company and the company only sells sex.”
“Yes! That!” Sid blurts, pointing at Jack.
“Really? It’s good?” Mikey says, a small smile creeping in.
“It’s ridiculously good, buddy. You look like Don Draper.” My dad assures.
“Yeah, Super Saiyan Don Draper.” Sid offers. “Down to the trouser cannon.”
“Thanks, Sid.” My dad sighs, then shrugs when I raise an eyebrow in his direction, “Someone had to say it.”
“SO GOOD.” Dan says after regaining some brain power. “You look like a high priced lawyer in an early 2000s porno.”
“That’s… specific.” I laugh.
“Actually I think I know the one you’re picturing.” Jack agrees.
“Ok, welcome to wearing a suit 101.” My dad says, standing up and facing Mikey. “Rule number 1, shoulders are the hardest thing to change, right Adam? So look for shoulders that line up with your actual shoulders.”
I grin and nod enthusiastically. Seeing them both in their suits is affecting me in ways I didn’t anticipate, and I feel the prickle of tears forming. Luckily they're both totally focussed on each other, and I don’t ruin the moment they’re having. In the absence of a full-length mirror, my dad is standing in for a reflection, walking Mikey through the motions of trying on a suit as he goes through each step.
“Yep, the shoulders are perfect, of course, since this is a bespoke suit.” My dad smiles, “Button the jacket to test the fit. But just the top one, never button the bottom button on a suit jacket.”
“Huh. I didn’t know that.” Sid mumbles.
“Ok, remove the jacket.” They both do. “Most vests on a 3-piece have a buckle on the back to cinch it a little, this keeps the lines sleek. Looks like Adam gave you adjusters on the pants, too. Damn, son, you really went all out on these.”
“I’ll say. Pity you’re not being graded on these.” Jack says.
“Oh, your instant boners are A+ enough for me.” I laugh. “Really, it’s the best compliment I could hope for.”
“Thank you, Adam. Thank you so much.” Mikey says, crossing the room to where I’m sitting and pulling me into his arms for a hug that feels like a vice. “I love it so much. I’m so fucking lucky.”
“I love you. You deserve good things.” I say into his chest where my face is buried (not a complaint).
Mikey holds me out from his chest at arms length and gives me the most genuine, reassuring smile I’ve ever seen. I still marvel at his ability to do this. To convey so much feeling with absolute clarity in a single look. I feel my heart beat hard and the tears threaten to return. Luckily I’m saved by Stephen.
“Yes, thank you, Adam.” My dad says, “Everything you made is amazing.”
“And hot!” Sid adds.
“And profoundly personal.” Dan adds.
“And I expect a full suit for my birthday.” Jack proclaims.
“And Dan needs a swimsuit!” Sid gasps.
“Guys, he just gave us all gifts.” Dan chides.
“Actually, I did make Dan a swimsuit. It’s under the tree.” I admit.
“Fashion shows encore!” Sid yells.
“Oh no, I’m spent. Bedtime for the old man.” My dad laughs, maybe just not needing another round of boners to avoid eye contact with.
“Fair. We’ll take it downstairs and try to keep it down to a dull roar.” I say, hugging my dad tight, “Thank you. For everything. I love you, dad.”
“Love you too, kiddo.” Dad says, “And thank you for sharing your friends with me.”
“Aw.” Dan smiles, throwing an arm around Sid (who is still in his speedo and harness). “Thank you, Stephen, for your hospitality and for putting up with a bunch of horny nerds.”
“Oh, anytime. That door is always open to you.” My dad says, pointing to the front door as he saunters up the stairs to his bedroom.
Dan gathers the empty cocoa mugs and Mikey starts picking up shredded wrapping paper. Sid, Jack, and I grab all the discarded clothes and head down the stairs to the basement, which has (thankfully) aired out a bit.
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