Is it love? (Private, between Yayninja and myself)
 

Is it love or is it lust, that makes us do the things we do?

Frankie Sykes found himself trapsing around the expanse of the sprawling shopping centre in search of clothing shops and boutiques with amazing models plastered on their shop fronts, showcasing the clothes. His boss had been on his case all week about a contract he was legally required to honour for one of the bigger names in retail fashion. If Frankie couldn't find the perfect model for the job, it would cost the agency a big contract, its name would be dragged through the mud and Frankie's job would no longer be open to him.

His eyes were drawn to one clothes shop, a niche brand called LolaLo which favoured vibrant colours and loud, garish designs. Their models looked amazing and - lacking in any better ideas - he decided to go inside to see if the cashier knew anything about their models, although he very much doubted it.

Stepping inside, the sound of lively samba music hit him and he instantly felt the urge to dance. He browsed the clothes and picked a few random garments up to take up to the cashier as a conversation starter before he enquired about their models. Stepping up to the till, he slung the clothes onto the desk before looking up at the cashier, speechless and in awe of his good looks.

Darren was pretty busy that morning, trying to fix the mistakes the idiot from the previous shift had made, when a bunch of clothes suddenly landed on the counter, giving him quite a scare. Since when did clothes fly? Or was he working to hard?

His eyes left the cash register, only to find a drop dead gorgeous man, staring at him. He looked as though he'd seen the most beautiful thing in the entire Universe, but then again Darren figured he was checking out the guy in pretty much the same way, so he really couldn't tell who was more mesmerized by the other.

One thing was certain, that man was unlike any other he'd ever encountered before. Tall, medium built, short blond hair, sapphire blue eyes, quite the sharp dresser. All in all, he gave out the impression of a classy, refined individual. A gentleman. He had the cutest face, and the most delicious smile!

Darren left his head down, trying to hide his embarrassment. He was hoping the other hadn't noticed his cheeks turning bright red. He just had to be straight, Darren thought, while doing his best to control his raging hormones. He couldn't help it, he loved men, he loved c***, but he was still a virgin, so all he could do, was fantasize about the things he couldn't have...

Frankie laughed lightheartedly at the embarassed boy, his blushing face obscured by his ruffled up, dark hair. He looked at the guy's name tag "Hey, Darren is it?" he began, pretending to be unsure of what his name tag said "I-er... I was just wandering around and I saw the posters outside the shop and figured I'd come in to ask where the models came from, but uh..." he himself began to blush a cerise colour "Well I saw you and wondered if you'd ever done any modelling"

Frankie became really embarassed now; he'd basically said in a roundabout way that he thought Darren was good looking, good looking enough to model for a major clothing retailer. He knew it was just part of his job, but he couldn't help but take in every detail of the young guy's adorable face. "Uh- but if you haven't done any then that's fine" he blurted out, trying to hide his attraction "You can tell me where the dressing rooms are if you're not interested - it's totally fine, honestly!" he rambled, awkwardly. Despite Frankie's charm, good looks and pleasant and approachable demeanor, he'd always found it particularly hard to approach strangers and strike up a conversation. Needless to say, this also made attracting someone without scaring them off a bit of a problem.

Well, that was an innovative way to ruin a special moment, Darren thought. He should have known the guy had come into the store with ulterior motives. After all, who would just take a couple of clothes to the counter, without even trying them on beforehand, to see if they fit?
He was actually looking for a model.

"Well, I have no idea who the models are, they're most likely taken from magazines" Darren explained, moving his attention back to the cash register. "As for me, I've done a bit of modelling about one year ago. Are you really going to buy those clothes without trying them on?"

Frankie looked down at the God-awful clothes he's picked up, examining them properly for the first time since he'd picked them up: a bright pink and yellow tie-dye t-shirt and some black shorts with flourescent pinstripes running down them. In all honesty, he didn't want to put those clothes on one bit, but if it meant continuing the conversation with Darren and perhaps convincing him to model for him.

"Yeah I'll try them on first, good idea" he said, looking around and seeing the shop was fairly empty in the men's section "Do you reckon you could see how well these clothes look on me?" he asked "We can talk more about your modelling experience too!" he smiled lightly, making sure to mention the modelling job so as not to mix up work and pleasure - this was work, and Frankie couldn't be distracted by Darren's boyish good looks. "Oh, I'm Frankie by the way" he mentioned, hoping that being on first-name terms might make convincing Darren to model for him a bit easier.

He took the clothes off the desk and made his way to the dressing room God these clothes are dreadful he thought to himself as he stepped inside a booth and drew the curtain behind him, throwing the clothes on the bench as he kicked off his shoes and began to undo his shirt buttons.

Darren barely managed to contain himself from rolling on the floor and laughing his ass off. The man was truly desperate. To be willing to try on such flashy clothes, just find a model. He, for one, would never sink so low. Even trying to get chummy with him all of the sudden. Was he out scouting for diamonds in the rough, or was he on the prowl for a one night stand?

But who was he to argue? It was the man’s right right, as a customer to try on the merchandise, no matter how hideous or unappealing. The thought of going along with his silly little game made him smile. Maybe he’d get a big laugh out of it yet. Plus, he'd get to see him that hunk in his underwear, not that he hadn't already pictured Frankie, standing in front of him, completely naked.

Other than him, and the guy, and his colleague, the seamstress, who was back in the other room, the shop was empty, so when Frankie invited him over to the dressing cabin, to discuss business, he asked the woman to fill in for him, should any new customers pop up while he was away, and followed the man, holding the ridiculous clothing, for Frankie to try on.

Stripped down to his designer underwear, Frankie finally braved putting the clothes on that he'd picked out. Pinching the shirt between his fingers, he slithered his body into it. Looking in the mirror, Frankie looked at himself in disgust - he'd have honestly preferred to wear a soiled tissue as a headpiece and call it haute couture.

He shuddered and picked up the vibrant shorts. He slipped his feet into them and hitched them up his legs. Taking another look in the mirror, he held his head in his hands in despair before stepping out of the booth shamefully to show Darren the clothes. "I don't think even someone as good looking as you would be able to model these clothes and pique the buyers' interest" he said dryly as he stood in front of Darren stupidly.

Darren remained outside the dressing cabin, waiting for Frankie to try on those repulsive outfits. It was a waste of time, as he knew no one in their right mind would ever come to like, let alone buy something like that. Not unless they wanted to look like a bunch of clowns. Curious by nature, he couldn't refrain himself from peaking discretely from behind the curtain. It was quite a tricky business, nevertheless, he managed to find a crack from where he could observe that gorgeous man undressing, without him noticing.

His movements, seemed rather artistic, sensual. Darren felt his heart beating fast, when the man unbuttoned his shirt, and gulped the moment Frankie slipped out of his trousers, standing in front of the mirror, in nothing but his socks and undies. His very tight, undies, outlining the splendid shape of his ass, not to mention that of his crotch. Darren was salivating. He licked his lips in anticipation. Maybe he was going to take them off, rub one out, just for fun, without knowing he was being watched.

But then Frankie turned towards the curtains, asking for the horrible clothes he'd initially picked just to start a conversation. Darren made a few steps back, so he wouldn’t blow his cover, and offered Frankie the requested items, when he popped hi head from under the curtains. He didn’t bother spying on him while he was putting the clothes on for try. There was nothing hot about getting dressed in his oppinion.

He waited for a while, and when he heard Frankie complaining about the clothes, he ventured into watching him undress once again. It was just too much, observing such a well built and exceptionally endowed make disrobing, unaware of the fact that his privacy was being violated that very moment. But who cared about ethics at a time like that? Darren was more preoccupied with approximating the size of Frankie’s penis, immagining at the same time how it would fee to have it all the way inside his mouth.

Ah, but the guy was very fast, and cut his viewing pleasure short, forcing him to back away slowly, so as to keep the appearance that nothing inappropriate had taken place. Funny how Frankie had arrived at the same conclusion as him, regarding those clothes, but only after he’d wasted his time, trying them on. Plus, he couldn’t help but bring up the modelling subject into discussion again.
“So, what of this modelling business?” Darren asked, playing that ridiculous game.

Frankie smiled broadly as Darren asked about the modelling contract "Well" he began, enthusiastically "One of the highstreets major clothing brands, Garrett's, is beginning to put their Summer catalogue together and the company I work for has been commissioned to find all the models. I have to warn you, though" he continued with apprehension "I've got the hard task of trying to find models willing to do the underwear shoot, but it really isn't anything sinister! Honest!" he slipped part of his trousers down to show Darren the white briefs he was wearing with the name 'Garrett's' embroidered on the side.

"That's one of the pieces you'll be modelling - well not that exact piece because I'm wearing them, but y'know" Frankie was becoming flustered and disorganised at the prospect of photographic Darren in underwear. A pleading look grew on Frankie's face "Garrett's are really fussy about who they have modelling their clothes, so I have to go round and take sample photographs of a fair few men in the underwear before they'll invest time and money in bringing them in to model for the catalogue. That said, I think you're exactly what they're looking for!" he continued, excitedly.

Frankie bulled a pair of the tight briefs from his satchel and held them out in front of his face, stretching the waistband "Plus you get to keep the underwear!" he added, hoping that it might convince the guy. "If you've got some spare time now, we can do it in the changing room - truth is I'm pretty desperate to do well with this shoot, my career is on the line here" he said, continuing to sway the underwear in front of his face.