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some casual stuff too.
     
     
    Sean lost count of how many more shops they visited, but it felt like they’d been to every men’s clothes shop on Kensington High Street by the time Justin finally found a combination he was happy with for the party.
    He’d put Sean in some slim-fitting grey trousers they’d bought in another shop, and was making him try on a few different shirts with them. The air con was turned up high in these changing rooms, and while Sean was grateful not to be hot and sweaty, he shivered as the chilly air touched his skin.
    “That one’s a bit thin.” Justin grazed Sean’s tight nipple with a fingertip through the shirt, making him jerk back. “Unless we’re going for the slutty look, and we’re not.”
    “Oi. Handsy.”
    Justin grinned. “Better get used to it before tomorrow. Andy knows I like PDAs, so he’ll be expecting us to be a bit touchy-feely.”
    The thought of being allowed to touch Justin like a boyfriend sent a thrill through Sean. He wondered what it would involve. Handholding? A few casual touches? Whatever it was, it wouldn’t be enough.
    He stripped out of the offending shirt. “What’s next?”
    Justin handed him a dark red one instead. It had a slight sheen to it, only noticeable when it caught the light, and subtle polka dots that were part of the weave rather than in a different colour.
    “It’s a bit bright, isn’t it?”
    “It’s Christmassy. And you can get away with colours like that with your dark hair, especially with that tan. It’ll look good on you.”
    Sean stared at his reflection for what felt like the millionth time that evening. Dark hair in need of a cut, dark eyes, stubble on his jaw. He looked like a pirate. “I like this one.”
    He caught Justin’s grey gaze in the mirror where he stood behind Sean. Justin slid his hands over Sean’s shoulders, the warmth of them heating Sean’s skin even through the fabric. He frowned thoughtfully and Sean waited for the verdict.
    “Yes. We have a winner.”
    Sean gave a mental fist pump. Now all he needed was a decent pair of hole-free jeans and a couple of long-sleeved T-shirts.
    Final destination was Gap, where somehow Justin talked Sean into trying on a pair of super skinny jeans even though there was no way Sean was going to buy them.
    “I hate skinny jeans,” he grumbled as he forced his feet through the stupid tight legs and wriggled into them. “They look good on you, but I feel ridiculous in them. And they’re way too tight, and it feels weird.”
    “But they make your arse look seriously good.”
    Sean could see Justin’s gaze fixed on the arse in question. Then Justin’s hands were on him again, just a quick squeeze of his arse like a grocery shopper testing fruit for ripeness. Justin’s casual examination made Sean feel hot all over.
    Justin peered over Sean’s shoulder to look at him in the mirror and lifted the front of his T-shirt a little. “Your junk looks good in them too.”
    The wave of heat that flooded Sean centred on his groin. And oh—there definitely wasn’t enough room in these for his dick to do that . Okay, maybe there was, but not without it being embarrassingly obvious. He tugged his T-shirt down to hide the rapidly expanding bulge in the front of the jeans that left absolutely nothing to the imagination.
    “I don’t care,” Sean said. “I’m going to get straight-leg ones like I always wear. These make me look like I should be in a boy band.”
    “Okay.” Justin sighed, staring at Sean’s arse again, and seriously, he needed to stop. Wasn’t he still supposed to be pining over Andy? “Get them off, then. And if the straight-leg ones fit, we can go and get some food and then head home.”
    “Good idea. I’m starving.”
    Sean turned his back on Justin so he could hide the tent in his boxers while he dropped trou for the umpteenth time that night. But the stupid skinny jeans got stuck on his feet, and as he was trying to kick out of them, he lost his