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spent
over an hour going through everything the man owned, and this was
the only thing that worked. If one could call it that.
    At one point, Samael was ready to turn the
sheets into a toga, but Bran wouldn’t allow it.
    At least Brandon looked better. In fact he
was far too cheerful, snickering and snorting every time he glanced
Sam’s way, trying to rein in his amusement but failing, miserably.
He had laughed so hard when Samael had come out of the bathroom in
his borrowed attire, there were tears rolling down his face and he
was nearly blue from not being able to breathe.
    It took him a full ten minutes to be able to
talk.
    Bastard!
    Samael was glad to see the color back in
Brandon’s cheeks though. Before he’d left the bedroom for the
shower, he’d paled considerably and his eyes had widened with fear.
One minute Bran was looking at him as if he was an oasis in the
desert. The next, he was afraid, and wearing the same expression,
Sam had seen too many times, on too many faces. There was no way to
know what set him off. So much was going on; it could be any of it.
They were basically strangers to each other, but Samael couldn’t
help but feel a connection to him.
    Maybe it was because he’d lost everything.
Maybe because, no one had really ever seen him
before. All he knew was being with Brandon felt right, and he did
not want to see the man ever look at him that way again.
    As they approached the department store, Bran
turned to open the door for him and lost it again. Samael was a few
steps behind, and knew he probably resembled a penguin, or a black
duck. Arms plastered to his side as he waddled forward, shuffling
his feet to keep the stupid shoes from falling off. He could feel
the shorts wedged into the crack of his ass too, so he knew the way
he was moving was creating that ‘very fashionable look’ of raising
just the inside of the shorts, making the hem fall at an angle,
while the crotch bunched up. Lovely!
    Sam glared at Bran, but he was hunched over
holding his stomach, so he didn’t see. “Hardy, har, har,” he said
dryly.
    “Sorry. I’m so…” Bran looked up at him only
to break down into fits of hysteria again. This had the great
benefit of bringing his humiliation to the forefront of anyone in
the area. Heads swinging. People pointing. Everyone trying to see
what had someone roaring with laughter so hard they were
wheezing.
    Maybe he should take a bow.
    “I am sooo going to get you back for this.”
Samael grumbled. “I have a long memory. I promise, someday your
time will come.” But he was trying to hold back his own amusement
at the situation, and knew his lips were twitching with the
effort.
    “I really am sorry.” Brandon said in a
squeak, trying to calm himself. “I can’t help it. You’re so hot,
and that makes it so much worse .” He quieted for a few
breaths, wiping his eyes, but before long, he let out a bark of
laughter once again. “I keep waiting for you to break into song,
and start waving your hands around your head, showing your whole
stomach to the world. Maybe we should’ve tied a knot in the front
of the shirt, under your chest.” The last few words were almost
unintelligible through the chuckling.
    He couldn’t keep it in anymore, so he joined
in, chortling along. He knew he looked outrageous, and the whole
situation was so bizarre, there really was nothing else to do but
laugh.
    He didn’t remember the last time he had let
himself go like this. It felt… good. Freeing. Fun.
    After several long moments – when they’d both
calmed enough to function – they entered the store, heading
straight toward the shoes.
****

    That was the best shopping trip Bran could
ever remember having. He couldn’t recall ever having so much fun
just buying clothes. They joked, poked fun at each other, pushed
one another around, and just had a grand old time.
    He would never in his life, forget Samael in
that outfit. He should have taken a photo. The man was so big, so
strong