Chapter 28 – Ruy; The Fitting Room Incident

Mid-terms was hell. One week of hell. I knew I did badly, I didn’t think I studied hard enough. But still, it wasn’t much of a hell back in the apartment. Eddo was with me. Though things became more awkward after I officially confessed to him, but I enjoyed seeing him being shy and nervous around me. He kept busying himself with revisions. I wouldn’t think he’d be able to concentrate when he knew I was watching him all the time.

Okay, maybe that was the reason why I didn’t do my exams well. DISTRACTION!

I asked him if he felt the same. He told me he did just fine. I wouldn’t be too sure if he was being honest or just didn’t want me to be worried. I didn’t push him to tell the truth. I wanted to let him slowly adjust to our current situation. He was still not used to our new relationship status – as lovers!

I had another distraction throughout the exam week. I was really looking forward for the exams to end; for me and Eddo’s first date!

Yeah, I know we’ve been living together for a while, but we still had not officially went out together as a couple. The first attempt to hang out with him was a failure, so that did not count as a date. Besides, back then we were just about to become friends.

I brought him some place a bit far from the district. I wouldn’t want us to be caught by any of our schoolmates. Rumours may spread. Scandal shit. And I shall say bye-bye to my reputation.

Actually, there was a particular reason behind this date. I thought Eddo needed new clothes that fit him, instead of borrowing some of my old ones. The smallest t-shirt I had was still too baggy for him. But I noticed that he was growing taller. I could already see his ankles when he was wearing his school trousers. When I hugged him his nose pressed against my collarbone. I remember the first time we met his head was just an inch below the height of my shoulders. Such rapid growth spurt made me worry he might one day become taller than me.

So anyways, the main reason was to buy new school uniform for him. And since we were at the clothes department, I told him to pick new clothes for himself.

“I-is that okay?” he asked shyly.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t it be not okay?” I teased him.

“Because... i-it’s your money... I can’t just...”

“It’s fine,” I chuckled, then said in a low voice, “You’re my boyfriend now. Don’t worry about it.”

Eddo blushed. His eyes shifted from left to right to see if anyone heard. Thankfully, no one did. I smirked, and patted his back gesturing him to the pile of tees. I didn’t want to make him feel tensed while he pick his choices, so I told him that I’d be in another section if he needed me. I strode towards the more sophisticated apparels, and at the same time keeping an eye on my sweetie.

Turtle-necks were cool. But not really convenient in such a hot-climate. Unless I went to some place cold like the movie theatres. Most of the shopping complexes were air-conditioned that we forgot about the heat anyway. High quality fabric, and the price was good enough to eat up a quarter of my monthly allowance – which I gave half of it to Eddo. I didn’t tell this particular detail to my parents, I didn’t think it was necessary. And of course I didn’t tell them about my relationship with my housemate. They might go ape finding out that the kid they were adopting was gay. I still had to partially depend on them even if I had a part-time job.

Back to the turtle-neck. Since I was considering one day I might bring Eddo to the movies, I thought it was best to have at least one. I thought I should look good when going out with him. But I had trouble picking which colour. Too bright, too dark, too dull. Or maybe I did liked either one for some reason but I had no clue which mood should I take. Or maybe I should go check out some other design. Maybe some other long sleeved top instead of turtle-neck?

It can be troublesome to be a metrosexual.

Aha!

Maybe. Just maybe I could ask Eddo’s opinion about it! After all, I was dating him. It should be nice if I wear something based on my lover’s choice. Man, this was going to be fun! Fancy picking out clothes with my boyfriend!

“Eddo!” I called for him. Not too loud since he wasn’t that far away. “Come here.”

He immediately dropped the clothing he was holding back onto the shelf, not bothering to fold it or place it back to its rightful place. He walked towards me in a fast pace. His innocent eyes looked up at me, sparkling as it inquired what or why I called for him. And if he had a tail he’d surely wag it excitedly.

I laughed amusingly at his cuteness. His head tilted, looking even more curious at my sudden laughter.

“You’re...” I began, and pinched his cheek. “You’re just like a puppy!”

“W-what?” he said, the red on his cheeks went even brighter.

“Puppy...” I chuckled. “So, have you picked anything you like?”

“Oh...” he blinked. And shrugged. Then his eyes started lingering somewhere else to avoid my loving gaze.

“Eh? Why not? You can pick anything.”

“I... I don’t... I don’t really know... how... how to choose...”

“Oh. I see. Okay, then,” I put my arms around his shoulders and motioned him back to the pile of tees. “I’ll help you.”

“No, it’s fine...”

“Hmm. Firstly, what’s your favourite colour? Maybe you can have one with your fave...”

“Favourite... colour?” he repeated. He bit his lower lip, scanning the piles of different colours. Head still lowered, his eyes moved upwards to look at me – as though studying my face to find the correct answer. I could feel myself blushing too.

He glanced at the red tees. Blinking at them before he suddenly flustered and looked at someplace else. I had no idea what was on his mind but all I cared about was how adorable he acted. I couldn’t help smirking at him.

“I’ve... never really thought of it..” he finally said.

“Hmm okay... let’s see...” I gestured him to face me. I crossed my arms and studied him carefully. He looked at me curiously again, this time looking more like a puppy getting scared of being punished by its owner. “I think... blue suits you best...”

“B-blue?”

“Yeah... any shade of blue. Or maybe... indigo... something like it.”

“Um... why blue...?”

“I dunno. Maybe it’s because of your jacket that makes me think that blue suits you. But anyway, what does blue mean to you?”

“Uh... blue is... sadness...” he said it... sadly.

“Uh... no. There must be something else, right?” I questioned him, trying to improve the mood.

“Um...”

“What about... 'cool'! Blue is ‘cool’ right? Calm and. And collected...”

“Oh. Yeah...” the corners of his lips curled upwards. There it was! His adorable smile!

“Great! Let’s take some blue stuff!” I browsed through the piles. Although we had decided on the colour, my instincts kept telling me I still needed to select perfect ones for him. “Black and blue is kind of cool too. What is black to you?”

“Um... mystery?”

“Wow. You’re pretty good” In a matter of minutes I had a dozen of white, black and blues in my hands; both a mixture of t-shirts and jeans. “What about white?”

“Innocence, I guess...”

He seemed to be having fun with the play of words.

“Yellow?” I was too.

“Cheerful”

“Green?”

“Uh... nature... and health...”

“Brown? Oh, and try these on...” I handed him a few pair of jeans.

“Umm... since it reminds me of earth... I think... of... um... origin... Or maybe... modesty...” he explained as he scanned the jeans.

“What about orange?” I led him to the fitting room.

“Orange reminds me of anger. I dunno. When I look at orange it looks pretty fierce...” with the jeans in one arm, he pushed the door with the other.

“Ooh. I thought anger is red. Then, what about red?”

“Red is...”

He stopped. He glanced at me. Flustered again and blushing so much more, he slammed the fitting room door at me.

“Hey! You didn’t answer that question!”

From the small gap at the bottom of the door, I saw my three-quarter pants he was wearing dropped down to his ankles. Shit. That gave me the chub. I looked away. I’d get hornier if I kept watching the small part of him putting on and taking off the pants.

“So... H-how’s the jeans?” I asked him through the door.

“Um... it’s a bit long... and loose...”

If it was loose it will fall off from his hips and...

“You need a belt for that. Use mine I have a bunch of them. Or do you want your own belt?”

“It’s okay. If you don’t mind me borrowing yours...”

“Okay then... Eddo?”

“Yeah?”

“Can I see?”

“See... see what?”

“You in those jeans...”

“What... why?”

“I just wanna see if it suits you or not...”

“Oh... okay...” he unlocked the latch and opened the door. I looked around the area. Luck for me that the coast was clear. The fitting rooms were pretty much hidden, and there weren’t too many people inside the store anyway. Shopkeepers are too busy doing their own thing. Before Eddo could step out, I let myself into the cubicle. He was too shocked to even protest.

“You look awesome!” I complimented, with my voice as quiet as possible. It wasn’t too baggy nor too tight. If he were to grow even taller it would still fit him. But it was indeed longer than his legs, he didn’t pull it up to reveal his feet. “You can fold them up if it’s too long.”

Eddo was holding on to the jean’s waist. It was probably about one inch loose for him – I saw a glimpse of his underwear. Dammit. And in such a small room... I really wanted to...

...touch... him...

I touched his beet red cheeks. Once again, he was being stubborn to give me an eye contact.

“Eddo...” I whispered. I snaked my hands around his waist, “You still haven’t told me what ‘red’ means...”

He pursed his lips. He trembled. I wondered what was holding him back from answering the simple question. I wondered if red was such a terrifying word or colour to him. But my hair was red. Wait... then... that meant... to him... what made him so hesitant to say something... red would mean.

“P-passion...” he stuttered.

Close enough. But I’d like to tease him more...

“Really?” I lowered my head, so that my lips could reach his ear. “I thought it means... ‘love’...”

And that colour engulfed every millimetres of my lover’s face. His blushing meter had reached its maximum point, he’d burst into pieces if it overflowed. I quickly planted a kiss on his lips. Just a normal one, not the passionately deep type. Like I said, he was still adjusting and not to confident about kissing yet. I had been kissing his cheeks, nose and forehead, allowing him to get used to my affections and hopefully learn some kissing techniques so that he could return them to me... eventually. Hopefully. I wouldn’t force him, I’d wait for it. Though the truth was that I couldn’t wait.

I had not gone down to kissing his neck or his body. I had not strip him naked or asked him to strip. Since he was still awkward around me, I’d scare him if I jumped into that kind of intimacy. I wanted it badly. Like, right now. In a small room. Just the two of us. Alone. And I was probably the only one getting excited down there...

“Let’s get going...” I released him, stepping back before he noticed anything weird going on at my crotch. Still too early. And I was definitely NOT going to do it in a public place no matter how much I wanted him.

Cautiously, I stepped out of the room. No one was around. But there was someone in the neighbouring room. He or she could have heard us. I went further away from the fitting rooms’ area to avoid coming face to face to whoever that was. That would seriously embarrass us. I was still not able to adapt with the idea of being openly gay.

After Eddo had finished changing back, I paid for the clothes. Then we went for lunch. He was quiet ever since the fitting room incident. I tried to talk to him casually, trying to bring back the mood, trying to make him participate in the word game earlier. But no avail. I knew he was shy, and it was cute for him to be that way. But his shyness was way too much that I almost thought that he was ashamed to be lovers with me.

I didn’t think he was gay to begin with. Perhaps still questioning. I was the one who led him to this relationship. But I did know that he loved me. I was sure of it. I read his poem. I was pretty sure it was about me. He loved me. Of course he did. He just had trouble expressing himself.

Yes, that was it.

We were about to take the train home when I suddenly thought of something. I told Eddo to wait at the exit because I wanted to go to the bathroom. He naively obeyed, which made me feel guilty about lying. I wasn’t going to the bathroom. I went to the pharmacy.

I went there to get myself some... condoms.

Just in case I couldn’t control myself any longer.

A/N: There you have it. Though I gotta say that I'm progressing slowly. I want to write some more, I just don't have enough boost. Sigh.

Okay, here's some sneak preview for the next chapter. You guessed that right. Eddo's POV.

"Are you okay?" Ruy asked. He removed his hands from mine and wrapped his arms around my waist. My body went rigid as his fingertips brushed against my skin over the fabric. God knows how ticklish I would be if I was without the protection of the T-shirt. "We can stop if you want..."

"N-no, I'm... I'm fine," I said breathlessly. He made me gasp when he squeezed my thighs in his, and at the same time burying his head in between my neck and my shoulder. The heat of his breath sent a crawling excitement throughout my body, and a single kiss fired up a shockwave of delight. It might have been the last efforts of my vocal chords when I told him "Please, let me continue..."

ZOMG whut's gonna happen guyyyyssss?? 8D
Stay tuned.... (run away now if you fear getting your minds dirtyyyy)