“Yes,” James mused, checking over the very real list on his phone. “But it’s a bit dull.”
A bit dull? Brian swallowed hard. The suit was rather basic and black, but it was fitted and so incredibly fine on Andrew’s body it was doing dirty things to Brian from across the small room.
The past couple of weeks had done absolutely nothing to abate Brian’s newly awoken desire for his best friend, but even when they weren’t naked, Brian felt closer to Andrew than ever before. He wouldn’t have thought their friendship could be any better, but he’d been wrong.
The simple act of telling each other about their days had somehow become vitally important to him and not just interesting and fun. Making sure Andrew had all his safety gear and a good lunch was now Brian’s main aim in the morning. Bitching about how the shower wasn’t big enough for the two of them was a new favourite topic. Making sure he and Schrody got equal lap time with Andrew was his evening goal.
As per Sean’s advice, they’d started watching porn together and while Brian wasn’t certain if it was watching two guys go at each other that got him worked up and panting, or the thought of Andrew doing those thing to him, he loved the results of their research. The sex was only getting hotter and more addictive each time and a quick frot that morning was not tiding Brian over as he watched Andrew strip out of one suit in order to put on another.
“Gotta piss,” he announced when Andrew was down to his underwear.
Brian charged out of the back room at the wedding shop, ignoring James’s “You okay?” and straight into the customer toilets. In a stall, he pressed the heel of his palm against his hard cock and thought about blood and guts and grandmothers and sharks.
Okay, springing a fucking red wood in public just because he saw his friend mostly naked was not a great part of this new existence. But oh god, he wouldn’t trade that for not knowing how that body felt when it pushed him into the mattress, their cocks rubbing together, Andrew’s powerful thighs driving them to amazing orgasms. And oh shit. He was closer to coming than calming down now.
“Brian? You okay?”
Thank heavens it was Andrew.
“No.”
Andrew pushed on the door to the stall. “Let me in.”
Brian hastily unlocked the door and Andrew came in. It was a bloody tight fit with both of them, but Brian was plastered against him instantly. Andrew had thrown his own clothes back on and the jeans and T-shirt did nothing to ruin the images in Brian’s head of him in the suit.
“I have a problem,” he hissed and thrust it into Andrew’s hip. “You caused it, you fix it.”
Andrew groaned. “What do you want me to do? The guys know I’m in here with you. I can’t be gone too long.”
Brian shook his head in frustration. “I reckon I could go in about twenty seconds. Just need your hand or mouth. Please. It’ll stop me getting hard again. I swear.”
“I doubt that,” Andrew whispered but moved them around so he could sit on the toilet seat. He quickly undid Brian’s pants, released his thick cock, muttered, “I guess this is my new normal now,” and sucked him in.
If he hadn’t been wound so tight and anxious, Brian would have probably come in that moment, but it took maybe forty seconds instead of twenty. Andrew had decided he liked swallowing, so he did, tucked Brian away and stood.
“Okay now?”
Clinging to the stall walls and finally able to breath, Brian just nodded.
“Good.” Andrew kissed his temple and squeezed past him. “When you’re ready, James has a suit for you to try. I’ll tell them you had a bad bit of sushi or something.”
“’Kay.”
Andrew washed his mouth out in a sink then left. Brian got his breathing under control, made sure he hadn’t leaked noticeably, then returned to the others.
“You sure you’re okay to try on clothes?” James asked, genuinely concerned. “We can do this another day if you’re not well.”
“Nah, I’m good. Where’s my monkey suit?”
Between them, they tried on at least a dozen suits and Brian managed to keep his libido cooled down by means of paying more attention to James and Troy. They were safe. They didn’t rev his engine. Objectively, they were prime specimens of mid-twenties athletic men and they rocked most of the suits on offer, but they were no Andrew. Both of them were very good friends, however, but even that didn’t do much more than make Brian smile fondly as Troy, wearing only his undies, leaped on James’s back and rode him around the room like a cowboy. It was, plain and simple, not sexy. But all Andrew had to do was smirk and Brian was a puddle, except for his dick.
Why? Why Andrew and not James or Troy, if Brian’s criteria for having sex with someone was that they be friends first? Being a hunk helped, which was a criterion neither of his other mates failed to reach, so why?
He still didn’t have an answer when they settled on dove grey suits with paisley patterned vests in shades of grey with hints of colour, and ties in dusky pink—Elle’s central colour in her “theme.”
“It’s nipple colour,” Troy decided as he smoothed his tie down his chest.
“Not all nipples are that colour,” James chastised. “Elle’s aren’t.”
“I was talking about my nipples.” Troy opened his shirt to show one off. “See. Nipple colour.”
“Are we sure he’s Carly’s twin?” Brian asked Andrew. “She’s smart and classy, and he’s comparing his nipple to a tie.”
Andrew made a show of covering his ears. “I just don’t need to hear James talking about Elle’s nipples.”
James and Troy shot them the finger in perfect sync.
After they confirmed the suits for the wedding, they went to Broadbeach for lunch, then over the road to Pacific Fair to look for shoes. James’s game plan was to knock out as many of his wedding jobs in one day as he could. While Andrew began the quest for dress shoes that fit his wide feet, James dragged Brian aside.
“Troy’s been hinting at the bach party. What’s the plan?”
Brian and Troy had been helping Andrew brainstorm the bachelor party and they were pretty close to having a brilliant day sorted. Troy had also started a campaign of misinformation for the groom-to-be.
“Don’t believe a word Troy says,” Brian said sagely.
“Believe me, I don’t want to.” James looked honestly concerned. “He said something about staying overnight in a hotel at Burleigh Heads because of ‘an early start.’ The only thing you do early at Burleigh is surfing. Dude, I’m in the water for my job.” He was almost whining. “I don’t wanna surf for my bach party.”
“But you love surfing.”
“Yeah, I know, but . . .” He shook his head. “Then he said something about putting our thinking caps on and that we had to be ready to ‘escape.’ An escape room? Really? The only cap I want to put on is one with the two Bundy and coke cans on the sides and straws that come down to my mouth.”
Brian shrugged. “You told Andrew you wanted something really different for your party. Who else does an escape room for a bucks night?”
“People who aren’t me? Come on. Tell me Troy’s full of shit.”