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It all started with a simple off-handed compliment.
“Nice jacket dude.” Steve swiped a finger along the hot pink tassels.
Garrett puffs out his chest with a bright smile “Damn right it is.” He watches as Steve sizes up the garment, occasionally running his finger through the tassels as he circles the taller man.
“I meant it. Pink reeeeeeally suits you. It hugs your body nicely.”
“Urm, thanks I guess.” Watching as Steve disappears momentarily behind him again. He lifts Garrett’s right arm up looking at how the fabric moves, playing with the tassels one more time, before ducking his head under the outstretched arm.
“Can I try it on?” Steve smiles.
“What? Hell naw. This is a Garbage Man special. Nobody but me is allowed to wear it.” He pulls away from the shorter man, folding his arms in defiance.
“Oh, come on Garr-Garr. Lemme try it just once. Please!”
“No! We ain’t even the same size. Hey, man back off.” Steve tries to reach for the jacket again, but Garrett side steps easily. “Quit it dude.”
“Come on I really think I could rock the pink and match it with my sexy blue shirt nicely!” He slides his palm seductively over his chest and down his stomach. “What I gotta do to get one shot?” Steve wiggles his eyebrows.
“If you wanna try on this magnificent, one-of-a-kind, vintage garment. You are gonna have to fight me for it.”
“Oh yeah? You wanna wrestle Garr-Garr? Let’s go big guy. Just you and me. Mano y mano.” Steve gets into ready stance.
“Huh? Come on man, I don’t speak French.” Garrett laughs before mirroring his stance.
“Alright, on the count of 3. One . . Two . . Thr-oooof.” Steve is launched onto his back by a flash of hot pink. “Hey. No. . . fair man.” Steve tries to gain purchase on the hulk of a man pinning him to the ground. Garrett just laughs as pushes the other man’s face in the grass.
“I never mmf agreed to t-haat.” Steve is squirming under him now, and he manages to wrap his thighs around Garrett’s hips.
“Just like old . . . times Garr-Garr.”
Oh Garrett remembers all too well that vice grip of his legs from the impromptu flying lesson. He also remembers that Steve can be very nimble when needs be.
It takes no time at all for the positions to switch. Garrett tries to get the upper hand again, but Steve manages to pin his arms above his head.
“Hey man, get off me.” Garrett bucks trying to off balance him but Steve holds fast.
“Easy now, we don’t need to turn this into a bull riding tournament. Just say uncle we ain’t got much daylight left.”
Garrett stills mumbling something.
“I’m sorry what was that? Can you speak up?” Steve leans down his hair slightly curtaining around him.
“I said fine! Just get off me already.” He was clearly really ticked off that he’d lost. Steve sits up punching the air victorious.
“Who’s ya daddy!!”
“Dude just move will ya. you can gloat inside.” He pushes him away with a freed hand. Steve stands and offers an arm for Garrett to clasp, he pulls him up, dusting the jacket a little. “Hey hey get off. I lost yeah and that means you can try it on. But I didn’t specify when I’d let ya.”
“Oh come on! That is low even for you dude.”
Garrett slowly walks backwards to the hut they’d be staying in for the night.
“Hate the game not the playah!” Mimicking a mic drop. “Booooom!”
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Living back in Idaho took some getting used to for Steve. Luckily, he had his friends to help him through it and the popularity of the ‘Block city battle buddies’ game brought lots more clientele to Garrett’s store.
It was getting late; Steve was out picking up take away for the night. Garrett waited by the little kitchenette after having a deep think about if it really was time.
“I’m back baby! Ready to get your Kung pao on!” Steve called upstairs as he locked the front door. “Hey, they even threw in extra fortune cookies.” He must have bounded up the stairs two at a time as he rounded the corner with that dorky grin on his face. He stopped when he saw Garrett sat thumbing the fabric of his favourite jacket. “You okay Garr-Garr?” He walks across to the kitchenette, depositing the food on the counter before sitting opposite him.
“Huh? Yeah, naw I'm fine. Just been thinking maybe I’m ready to let you try on ‘The’ Garbage Man special.”
“No way! I finally get to wear it.” Steve is practically vibrating in his seat from excitement.
“You mean try it. You ain’t stealing it from me.” Garrett stands up.
“Yeah, yeah I know.” Steve rips his blue denim jacket off. Garrett walks behind him helping the giddy man slip his arms into the sleeves of the pink one. Yes, it is a little bit snug but damn he looked good. Steve hopped onto his feet, strutting up and down like on a catwalk throwing shapes and letting out the occasionally “Oh.” or Ahhh.”
“What do we think Garr-Garr. Do I look sexy?” He spins in place before striking an elaborate pose.
Garrett was entranced by the fluidity of his movements and how the tassels just added to the flow of it all. Damn, he looked good.
“Hynnnnh.” All words failed him.
He took two large strides, and grabbed him by the jacket lapels before crashing his lips to the other mans. Steve froze momentarily but then started kissing back, his hands threading into mousy brown hair, pulling him even closer. Someone moaned into the kiss, not that anyone would admit to it.
When they break apart panting with goofy grins on their faces. Garrett smooths the lapels before saying. “Maybe I could let you wear it more often.”