"Ted, suit up!" Barney barked into the phone. He had made plans for he and Ted to go out to a new club that had just opened and hopefully meet some new prospects but Ted was taking his damn time.
"Barney, you don't even know what I'm wearing so it's fine and you can leave it alone," was Ted's response while he twisted his arm into the sleeve of his shirt.
"Whatever, just get over here. I'm waiting and we have to get there soon. Hurry." With that, Barney hung up the phone and looked at himself in the mirror. He was 'suited up' as he would say and he would be damned if he didn't look absolutely fuckable. His suit was pure black, a crisp white button-up underneath, just enough money spent to not be department store but not so much that he wouldn't be able to pay his rent. That was his suit, beautiful, tight, and worth it. A silk tie completed the outfit. He admire himself in the mirror, his hands running through his hair, down to his chest as he flicked his nipples through the shirt, and then down to his crotch. He roughly grabbed himself, feeling his cock through his trousers, massaging his dick into slowly growing. Just as he was getting into it, Ted finally arrived.
"It's open." Barney quickly readjusted himself before walking into his living room. "Oh my god!" He slapped the wall and stared at Ted. "What are you wearing? That's disgraceful. Ted stood, waiting to leave, in a pair of cargo shorts and a red polo. He shuffled his feet while Barney stared at him.
"Not having it," Barney spoke, grabbing Ted's wrist. "Follow." He didn't even give the man time to respond as he dragged Ted to his room. He practically threw the man on his bed as moved to his enormous closet. From the entrance he eyeballed Ted one last time before disappearing inside.
"Barney, what are you doing? You're wasting time. Let's go, c'mon!" he begged, chewing his lip anxiously as he waited for the man to appear.
"Shush it and stop whining, I'm busy helping you!" he called back as he dug through his closet. A few minutes later he reappeared with some articles of clothing. "Strip!" he commanded.
"What? Barney, no! What are you talking about?" Ted asked nervously.
"I'm not going out in public with you looking like that, so I'm making you suit up. Now, easy way or hard way. Strip." he ordered once more.
Ted nervously peeled off his polo revealing his torso, almost entirely smooth and a delicious caramel color. He then kicked his shoes off and dropped his shorts. Standing there in only his white socks and and plaid boxers, hugging his arms to his torso, he felt he'd never been more embarrassed in his life, and sadly, never as happy. He was kind of getting horny being ordered around by Barney. It was...different.
"Ugh, lose the socks too. And the boxers, sheesh. Has NOBODY taught you how to dress? What is wrong with you?" he huffed out, his tone going higher in his frustration.
Ted removed the socks and nervously stood there, his thumbs hooked in the waistband of his boxers, trying to decide whether or not to really do this.
Barney didn't give him much option. The man turned around and through a pair of black trousers at him. "Put them on, without the boxers. They'll ruin the effect. Don't worry, I'm not looking."
Ted quickly pushed his boxers off and pushed his leg into each pantleg before pulling them up and quickly doing the zipper. The pants felt tight, hugging his ass and squeezing his crotch. He looked down and saw that they had made his package look bigger than it probably was. Then again, the blood flowing down there had probably helped.
Barney turned around and wrapped his arms around Ted, slowly pulling his friend's arms into the sleeves of the button down shirt he had picked. He did each button, his fingers moving nimbly over each whilst simultaneously seeming to linger over the exposed skin of Ted's chest. His breathing became shallow as his friend buttoned the shirt. He then felt his arms pushed through a blazer that fit perfectly, narrowing at his trim waist. Barney stepped aside and let Ted admire his work.
He smiled as he saw what Barney had done. He stood in a pair of Barney's tight black trousers, a black blazer over a small deep red button down shirt with two buttons left open at the top showing just enough skin.
"Turn," Barney ordered once more. Ted complied and soon felt Barney's hands roaming across his back, flattening the sleeves and fixing any creases. Barney's hands travelled lower, pulling at the bottom of the blazer before moving to Ted's ass. Ted blushed as Barney began to rub down there too, probably fixing some crease that had formed, fixing the look. When his hands stayed there, slowly going from caresses to squeezes, Ted felt himself harden even more. He cursed himself for not wearing underwear, sure that his erection would be noticeable the entire night. He tried to adjust himself but as his hand moved so did Barney's, stopping his arm.
"Please, Ted, allow me," he said coyly as he massaged his best friend's erection.
"Barney, I'm, I mean, Barney...oh fuck it, I've waited long enough for this." He turned and pushed Barney onto his bed, the one pillow cushioning his head as they fell. Ted began gyrating his hips into Barney's, pressing themselves together as he licked his lips, staring into Barney's eyes.
"Ted, can I? Well, you know."
"Fuck me? Yeah," Ted answered, his voice breathy from the arousal.
"No. Can I...kiss...you?" he asked, the look in his eyes sincere and sweet and pleading. His eyes seemed to ask for everything and more, fearing rejection.
Ted seemed to understand and not even begin to comprehend all at the same time, but he gladly pressed his lips to Barney's, tasting him, something that was like bourbon and coffee and something entirely Barney that tasted like sex and happiness and golden light and felt like silk. He couldn't even describe it's entirety but he knew he wanted it, forever.
They stretched across the bed, heads pressed together on the one pillow, legs touching underneath the blanket, their hands held as they smiled at what had become of their friendship, their brotherhood.