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“What—”
“Drop trou, mister, and put on the clothes I laid out for you.”
Tean eyed the outfit on the bed: some kind of cream-colored polo shirt that also managed to look like a sweater; light-wash jeans; and white sneakers.
“I didn’t realize those were for me.”
“Well, they are. And I spent time picking them out. So, get changed.”
A different tack: “The sanctuary will be dirty, so I should probably wear—”
“No,” Jem said, grabbing the Keens from where Tean had left them by the door. “I’m hiding these until tonight is over. Sneakers.”
“Jem!”
“What?”
“We’re going to be late.”
“Then get your ass out of those khakis and put on your nice clothes while I shower.”
Tean stared at him.
“And give me a kiss,” Jem said.
Tean gave him a kiss.
“Are you ok?” Jem asked, fingers hot on Tean’s nape when they separated. “Last night was a lot.”
“I’m fine. Well, I’m not fine. Nobody’s fine. We’re all ticking time bombs, our bodies accelerating toward cell death while we poison our planet and create irreversible climate change that will cause catastrophic death and destruction to most of life as we know it.”
“Right. Want me to suck you off?”
Something went down the wrong way, and Tean had to clear his throat a couple of times.
Jem smirked as he shucked his t-shirt and shorts. He was half hard when he peeled off his boxers, and his dick bobbed.
“You did that on purpose,” Tean said.
“Tick-tock, babe. Offer still stands.”
“Go take a shower. We have to hurry.”
Jem rolled those nicely muscled shoulders, palmed his dick, and laughed when Tean threw a towel at him.
Tean changed into the clothes Jem had picked out, and he had to admit that even though the shirt looked like a polo that was also a sweater, and it seemed wildly impractical for summer in this part of the world, it was actually…great. It was silk, and it was breathable, and it looked good with the jeans. It was one more of the endless list of things Jem had done to make his life better over the last few years, and, as usual, one of the things Tean had assured himself would be silly or unnecessary or wasteful.
When Jem came out of the shower naked, with a few beads of water catching rainbows on his shoulders, Tean said, “I changed my mind about the blow job.”
“Too late,” Jem said, rifling his suitcase. “Go get the comb wet, please.”
“But it’s not off the table completely, right?”
Jem threw him a smile, the big one, with his crooked front teeth exposed, and went back to searching for clothes.
Because he was Jem, somehow he was dressed and looking perfect by the time Tean returned from the bathroom. He looked completely at ease in a loose white Henley so thin it was almost see-through, which he’d rounded out with blue trousers and suede loafers (no socks, of course).
“Are you wearing underwear?” Tean asked.
