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racks, and Sean obediently offered his arms to carry the stuff he picked out. He didn’t bother to make any suggestions. Experience had taught him that he was better off keeping quiet and letting Justin get on with it.
    Once Sean was weighed down with several suits, ties, and shirts, Justin jerked his head towards the changing rooms. “Let’s go dress you up.”
    A cute male shop assistant with dyed black hair checked how many garments they had with them and gave Justin a token. “There’s a cubicle free at the far end. You going in together?” His gaze took them both in, lingering a little too long for a straight boy.
    “Yes. He can’t be trusted to make his own fashion decisions,” Justin said.
    “My boyfriend’s the same,” the shop assistant said with a smile.
    “We’re not—” Sean began, but Justin cut him off smoothly.
    “Good thing they have us then, isn’t it?” Justin grinned at the guy and patted Sean on the arse, making him jump. “Come on, babe.”
    “What the hell was that?” Sean asked as Justin whisked the curtain closed behind them.
    “That was us practising for tomorrow night. You’re going to be my boyfriend, remember? I thought it might be good to get into character early.”
    That sounded dangerous. Sean wondered what Justin had in mind.
    Justin lifted the pile of clothes out of Sean’s arms and started hanging them on the hooks on the wall. “Now strip.”
    Sean stripped obediently. There wasn’t really enough room for two men in the tiny cubicle, and as he bent over to ease his jeans off his feet, his arse bumped against Justin. “Sorry,” he muttered.
    He straightened up, nipples tightening in the cool air. Justin raked his gaze over Sean assessingly. Sean found himself tensing his abs—which was ridiculous; his stomach was pretty flat at the best of times.
    “Try these first.” Justin held out a pair of charcoal suit trousers and a greyish-purple shirt.
    Sean wasn’t convinced by the shirt, but what did he know? He put them on.
    “And put this tie on too.” The tie was silver and a slightly different shade of purple in a diamond pattern.
    Finally, Justin helped Sean into the suit jacket.
    Sean stared at his reflection. He looked pretty good. Justin stood behind him. He lifted the jacket to examine the cut of the trousers over his arse.
    “They’re a good fit on you.” Justin smoothed a hand over the curve of one of Sean’s buttocks, and Sean bit back a sound of surprise. His dick tingled with interest, and he locked that down fast. “The shirt and tie look good too.”
    “So, is this a keeper?” Sean asked.
    “Slow down there,” Justin said. “We can’t make rash decisions until you’ve tried on more combinations. Keep these trousers on, but try some of the other shirts first.”
    Sean was relieved that he got to keep the trousers on for a while. He was pretty sure he was sporting a semi just from that touch of Justin’s hand on his arse. This shopping trip was clearly going to be an exercise in self-control.
    By the time he was instructed to change his lower half, Sean had managed to calm down enough not to embarrass himself. Once he’d tried on all possible combinations of shirts, suits, and ties, he was hot, bothered, and losing the will to live, which was a pretty effective bonerkiller.
    After all that, Justin ended up deciding on the first suit but with a blue rather than a purple shirt, although he’d made Sean try on each of them three times before he made the final decision. Sean gritted his teeth and tried not to bitch. He knew he should be grateful for the help, but seriously ? How important was it to get exactly the right shade of shirt for his skin tone? Was it really going to give him an edge in an interview?
    He was grateful, though, that Justin had brought him somewhere relatively cheap. His budget was minimal, but the whole outfit didn’t set him back too badly. He still had some left to spend on party clothes, and hopefully enough for