After reading yunakitty's Notice Me, chapter 4 where Misaki goes grocery shopping with Usami, I wanted to post this. It's an earlier writing from a while back, so it may be corny. Anyway, Misaki is about to find out what it is like to go . . .

Shopping With Usagi-san

Misaki grumbled to himself. He pulled on his coat and started to drag his feet downstairs. He needed new clothes, but he just didn't have much money to buy them. So, Usami of course insisted on taking Misaki shopping and footing the bill. And Misaki's pride flared, initially refusing, but ultimately, Usami won the argument by being forceful.

The older man was waiting at the door and grinned as Misaki joined him. "I promise, no suits," Usami chortled, to which the boy glared.

The two got into Usami's car and started to drive off when Misaki began,"Usagi-san, really, I don't –"

Usami interrupted, "We're not starting this again, are we? We've already settled on this, Misaki. Get over it."

Blushing, Misaki asked rather embarrassed, "Fine, fine. Then can you at least slip me the money and let me go by myself and pick out my own stuff? I don't want anyone to see you with me. They'll see you paying for everything and think . . . think . . . I'm your . . ." Misaki's voice trailed off, flush-faced. He didn't want anyone to think he was Usami's boy pet.

Usami responded, "What's the big deal? I don't see any problem with me tagging along, giving you my opinion on what you buy. And besides, I don't have cash, just my card. And they need me to authorize my own transactions. So there."

"Yeah, yeah, yeah," Misaki rolled his eyes.

They stopped at a store Misaki liked for its youthful style and simplicity. Usami looked around the shop, making strange faces like he was on a foreign planet. Misaki so wanted to tell him to wait outside, but he didn't even bother. The teen headed straight to the jeans, and grabbed a pair of dark blue denim with faded knees. He had ended up gaining some weight and was having a hard time fitting into his other pairs of pants. Sighing, he made sure to get a size larger. Perhaps it was better for him to put a little more poundage on; he was always such a skinny kid.

He walked by Usami, ready to look at some shirts, when Usami grabbed his arm to stop him. "What's that?" the writer asked, looking at the jeans with disgust.

"What's what?" Misaki asked.

"Those jeans look trashy."

"Usagi-san, this is the way they're supposed to look. I like them this way. And besides, it's not like I'm going to some cocktail party with these. This is something I can wear everyday."

Usami rolled his eyes.

Misaki came back with a few comfy shirts and told Usami, "I'm headed to the dressing room." Usami took a couple of steps forward, and Misaki immediately snapped, "Stay put! Don't even think about it!"

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Misaki returned from trying on, and Usami asked, "So what are you taking?"

The boy held up the jeans and a black T-shirt.

"What about the others? Didn't fit?"

"Yes they did, but I just want to take one pair of jeans and one shirt, Usagi-san. That's good enough." Misaki was about to put the other shirts away when Usami grabbed them from him and headed to the purchasing counter. The brown-haired teen was about to protest, but he stopped; he realized Usami was sincerely being giving.

After paying, the two headed out the door. Usami said, "Now that you got your casual rags, let's go to Kinjo's and you can get yourself some more stuff, but at least it'll be more proper-looking and not shitty like what you just got." Misaki shot him an angry look, to which Usami just mussed up his hair playfully.

The trendy shop Kinjo's was a bit pricy, but even Misaki admitted to liking the styles they carried. And since the author was buying, he thought about letting Usami have some say in what he was putting his money on. The shop was a little slow this afternoon, with just a few shoppers. Usami grabbed Misaki by the arm and pulled him over to several tables of clothes. The older man thoughtfully picked out a few pairs of popular khakis and threw them over Misaki's shoulders and walked the boy over to where some shirts and sweaters were. "Pick out several you like."

"Usagi-san!" Misaki started to protest, but Usami just countered, "If you don't, then I will pick it out myself!"

Misaki took a few shirts and sweaters and intended to pick just one or two of the best ones after trying them on. He stepped into a dressing room and was abruptly joined by Usami.

"What are you doing here?" Misaki hissed and glared.

"Shh!" Usami put his finger to his own lips. "I'm just here to give you my opinion."

The BL novelist had a playful look in his eyes. "Now should we start off with the pants?" He reached behind Misaki and felt up the boy's butt, commenting, "Yes, you certainly have put on a little bit of weight, but it sure does feel nice."

Misaki slapped away Usami's hands, and he wanted to yell at the man to get away, but he didn't want to cause a scene. Instead he shot Usami a "I am going to kill you, and I am serious" look.

Usami ignored the look and unbuttoned Misaki's pants. "Come on, Misaki, let's try on those khakis."

The fuming boy pulled away and sternly hissed in a low voice, "I can do it myself. Now turn around!"

Usami gave a low giggle and turned away to let the blushing teen take off his pants. Misaki quickly put on the khakis, wanting to do it fast before the man had a chance to sneak a look. The writer then heard the dressing room door open and looked to see Misaki head out. Misaki walked past several dressing rooms and glanced in the mirror to decide the pants were a take. He headed back to his dressing room and decided to take the opportunity to grab Usami and push him out of the small room, but the older man would not have it. Instead, he pulled Misaki's arm off of him and pushed Misaki further into the dressing room. Usami then closed the door and backed Misaki up against the wall. The teen's eyes widened and he gasped, "You wouldn't dare, Usagi-san. Not here!"

Usami smirked and answered coolly, "But I still have to give you my opinion." He looked down at Misaki with desire, eyes falling briefly on the khakis. He turned Misaki around to scope out the butt area. "Yes," he said in a low, naughty voice. "You look very, very good in these pants. I think you should buy them. . . now let me help you out of them." He reached down to unbutton Misaki's pants. With a quick motion, he yanked the pants down to the boy's knees. Then he slid Misaki's underwear down slowly, making sure he felt up the boy's buttocks as he did so. Usami nuzzled Misaki's ear and he lowered the teen down to the dressing room bench. Usami winked at Misaki as he knelt down before the red-faced teen. "Isn't shopping together fun?" Usami asked, a devilish smile spreading on his face. "Misaki, you can watch by looking in the mirror."

Misaki tried to suppress a defeated groan, for he knew what was to come, and he dreaded doing it in the dressing room of a public shop. Usami's face lowered to his crotch, and he could feel the older man's warm breath touching his groin. Misaki hated himself for quickly looking into the mirror, seeing Usami's hot and delicious mouth closing around him, and the helpless teen immediately braced himself by gripping the edge of the bench. It was at this point that Misaki said a silent prayer, begging that he suddenly become struck with numbness below his waist, so that he wouldn't moan and make a scene in public.

An elderly woman shopping for her grandson was just outside the dressing rooms. Misaki would have been grateful to know she was hard of hearing; she didn't hear the "aaahhhh!" that was coming from the dressing room.

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