Part 3

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Type could only glare over his shoulder in frustration, a small huff being released from his mouth as Tharn's chest pressed against his back, his hands reaching around him to help undo the buttons of the shirt he was trying on. "Rather than helping me pick out an outfit, it seems like you're just trying to help me undress."

A smile teased at the corner of his lover's lips, but he didn't deny the accusation and Type dropped his arms down by his side, letting the older man expertly unbutton the silky shirt that he had tried on.

"I think we've almost got the right one." Tharn murmured into his ear and Type tried to control the tingles that it sent shooting down his spine but it was impossible. He looked down as the shirt was completely unbuttoned and then slid from his shoulders. He reached a hand up, touching one of the many red marks that littered his skin and then looked back over his shoulder as Tharn grabbed the next shirt to hand over to him.

"You went a bit crazy last night." Type told him, taking the shirt that was handed to him to pull on, starting to button it up as he turned to face the other.

"Sorry, does anything hurt?" Tharn asked, worry lining his face. Type's lips twitched and he shook his head, assuring him that it didn't. He finished buttoning the shirt, welcoming Tharn's hands as the smoothed out any wrinkles on it. "This one looks nice."

"They've all looked nice." Type told him, turning to face the mirror. "I don't really get the difference other than the fact some of them are different colors and knowing that we'll probably end up going with white."

Tharn chuckled and slid his arms around Type's waist who couldn't help but melt back into him, tilting his head just a little to look at the face that was nuzzling into his shoulder. "I want my lover to be the best looking man there. All heads are going to turn to stare at you and they're all going to be bitter because you're already taken."

"Wishful thinking, aren't you?" Type said dryly, but still the tips of his ears turned a little red and he glanced down at his feet. He couldn't help but feel nerves tying into knots inside of him and it had been for a few weeks, ever since Tharn had invited him. At first he had thought about saying no, but then he had thought about what sort of look Tharn would have on his face and couldn't bare the idea of disappointing him like that.

It wasn't as if he was ashamed to be with Tharn because how could he be? Tharn was the most amazing person he'd ever met and he really loved him with all of his heart but this...? This wasn't something he was used to.

"Are you okay?" Tharn questioned softly and Type let out a slow breath, nodding his head, but he pulled away and sat on the bench, looking at his bare feet from having been trying on suit pants after suit pants for the last forty minutes.

Tharn lowered himself down next to him, their arms brushing and Type absently leaned against him for the comfort.

"P'Tharn... aren't you worried about what people are going to say?" He asks, glancing upwards towards his lover who first looks confused before blinking and giving him a smile. Tharn's hand covers his own, thumb brushing the back of his as he pulls Type's hand onto his lap.

"Type," he starts off, holding himself strongly with a straight back, while Type was somewhat hunched over. He always seemed so much smaller than Tharn, but he supposed it was the difference in their body types. "I'm not ashamed of you. People already know that I'm dating someone younger and whether or not people understand or get it, I don't care. I'm going to show you off because I'm proud of you and it's an important day and there's no one else I'd rather spend it with than you."

Type swallowed, feeling a little more at ease, but the nervousness still wasn't letting up quite enough. "People are going to say I'm just some sort of gold digger." It felt sort of unnatural to Type that he was worrying about these sorts of things; he never had before. But he supposed that dating Tharn privately and making their official debut as a couple at high scale event like an award ceremony for Tharn's company where hundreds of people would be gathered, many of them famous celebrities and rich entrepreneurs was slightly different.

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