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"Laugh while you can." Glitch muttered under his breath as he buttoned the horribly ugly jacket that had been tailored for him for DG's coronation. A small man with a few tape measurers strewn over his shoulder politely ignored the comments and continued to make adjustments and alterations where needed. Behind him, Cain tried to suppress a grin but was failing miserably.
"Sorry, sweetheart, but it just looks so good on you." Cain teased, winking as Glitch made a face.
"Yeah…so good it makes me want to have the remaining half of my brain removed." He posed a few times in the mirror, each time becoming more and more put out with the ensemble. "And why are you not going, again?"
"Tin Man." The blond answered simply, a smirk playing across his face. "I have a meeting that day. But don't worry, DG understands and I told her you'd gladly stand in my place."
"So glad to know you care about me." Glitch laughed a little and stuck out his tongue. "Who chose to wear orange anyway?" He asked no one in particular, spinning in a slow circle and sighing heavily.
"Probably the Queen's." Cain answered, clearing is throat a little as the tailor got a little too close to Glitch for his liking. The man glanced over his shoulder but took heed of the subtle message and backed off. Standing up, he dusted off his pants and stepped back to admire his work.
"Perfect." He beamed, a satisfied smile stretching across his face. "Try to be gentle with the material, a few of the stitches are a little bit loose but it should be fine." He handed Glitch a coat hanger and stepped back. "If there are any problems, just let me know." With that final piece of advice, he gathered his tools and left the two men in the room.
"Finally!" In the split second it had taken for the door to close all the way behind the tailor, Glitch he stripped himself of the jacket and stood partially dressed in front of the mirror. He kicked off the assigned boots and began to trudge around the room barefoot and shirtless looking for wherever his clothing had been thrown.
Cain blushed faintly and covered his face with his hat, attempting to give Glitch at least a little bit of privacy even though he didn't seem too worried about it.
Seeing the Tin Man's reaction, Glitch grinned and strutted over to the chair. "What's the matter, Cain?" He teased, standing directly in front on the blushing man.
Cain mumbled something involving the word "lucky" from behind the hat but kept it over his face.
"What was that?"
"I said you're damn lucky that I have an ounce of self control left in my body." He said, glancing over the rim of his hat at the brunette.
"Oh, really?" Glitch grinned wickedly and leaned closer. "And why is that?"
"Because if I didn't I would have ravaged you while the tailor was still in the room." That being said, the smaller man was pulled into a deep, passionate kiss, his body pulled tightly against Cain's. One hand tangled through his hair and teeth skated across his lower lip, biting it passively. Glitch shivered and leaned closer, his fingers digging into Cain's back in a desperate attempt to be as close to the man as possible.
"Easy there, darlin'" Cain laughed, pulling away breathlessly. "We still have to go meet with DG about the coronation ceremony."
"Damn you." Glitch grumbled, plucking the hat off the Tin Man's head and placing it onto his. Seeing his look of mock-irritation, the brunette grinned and pecked him on the cheek lightly. "It looks better on me, anyway. Besides, it's payback for watching me put on that hideous outfit over there." He nodded toward the jacket for emphasis.
"I think I enjoyed watching you take it off a little bit more." Cain smirked as Glitch blushed and handed him his shirt. Watching the smaller man get dressed, he leaned against the door frame and grinned. "So, am I going to get lucky tonight?"
A sexy grin made its way across Glitch's face and he shrugged, pushing the hat a little tighter onto his head. "You might."
Hehe, sexy kinda...or not :D Let me know what you think!!