Day 08 – Shopping

"I want to go home," muttered Mariku and Malik gave him an angry look.

"We haven't even started yet," objected Malik and took his boyfriend by the hand.

"I don't even want to!" Mariku let himself be pulled along the street by Malik.

"I see you running around in the same clothes for weeks, you need new clothes."

"They still fit."

"But they are old, and ugly, and damaged."

"May I remind you, that most of my shirts are ripped mainly because you're so keen on me... umpf." Malik pressed his hand on Mariku's mouth.

"Not on the street," he hissed, eyes narrowed. Mariku grinned as Malik took away his hand. "Now, stop making a fuss. You're not a child anymore!" Mariku sighed in defeat. He had no choice anyway.

While Malik moved from hanger to hanger, Mariku was bored and glanced around the store. He hated to go shopping, especially clothes. There was such a large range of clothes; he always felt a little lost. Malik was on top of things, so Mariku let him choose his clothes. Two girls stood near and their glanced were a bit too obtrusive. Mariku gave them a sly smile and they began to giggle.

"Here!" With a frown Malik pressed two pairs of pants against Mariku's chest. Guiltily Mariku dropped his gaze. "Hold this!" They walked from clothes rack to clothes rack and the mountain of clothes in Mariku's arm grew.

"You know, I can only take three things into the changing room?" Mariku noted.

"Yes." Malik said coolly and Mariku sighed. It was nice when Malik was jealous, but also exhausting.

"So," Malik turned to his boyfriend and sorted the clothes in his hands, "those pants first." He relieved Mariku from the clothes and put everything on a small stool. Mariku changed his clothes reluctantly. He would rather be at home, wearing nothing but Malik's weight while he pressed him against a wall. Malik looked at him as he stepped out of the changing room. "Turn around." Mariku did as he was told. "No, no, no." Mariku felt like a dress-up-doll. "Hm," Malik looked at his boyfriend thoughtful, "I don't know." He tilted his head slightly. "No, better not." Mariku rolled his eyes. He wanted to get out of here. The third pants were finally after Malik's taste. "Perfect!" Mariku couldn't see the difference to the previous ones.

"What makes them better than the others?" He asked.

"Your ass looks really hot in them."

Mariku raised his eyebrows. "Are you serious? You were pissed off because I smiled at the girls earlier and now you want them staring at my ass?"

Malik grabbed Mariku's shirt and pulled him close for a kiss. "Well, your ass is my property." He said with a small grin.

"I'll never understand you." Mariku muttered, shaking his head.

"Here," Malik gave him the next pieces of clothes, "and keep on the trousers. I want to know how it looks together."

Two of the shirts made it through Malik's control. "Try on the button-down shirts next."

"I hate them, they have too many buttons." Mariku complained.

"Put them on!" ordered Malik and Mariku resigned to his fate.

"Oooh!" Malik's eyes widened as Mariku came out of the changing room again. He brushed Mariku's shirt smooth and let his hands rest on his chest. "That's hot." Malik whispered and slowly opened two buttons. Gently his fingers brushed over the exposed skin.

"If you keep this up, I drag you into this changing room and fuck you until they kick us out." Malik withdrew his hands and refrained from Mariku. His cheeks were slightly flushed.

"Try on the next one." he muttered embarrassed. Mariku grinned. It happened rarely, that Malik would make a move on him in public.

Two pairs of pants, five shirts, a belt, and two sweatshirts later Malik was almost satisfied. "You still need a jacket." he said and began to search for one. Mariku sank onto the stool. Hopefully he was finally free now.

Malik came back with a very nice leather jacket and gave it to Mariku with delight on his face. Mariku put it on at once. He looked at himself in the mirror and nodded satisfied. Even Malik didn't complain. "It suits you really well." He touched the leather and Mariku saw him swallow hard. Malik shook his head slightly and took the clothes, he had chosen. "That would be everything." Mariku took off the jacket and followed Malik to the checkout.

Mariku sighed in relief as he came out of the store with a bag in his hand. Finally he could go home. He turned to go, but Malik stopped him. "Where are you going?"

"Home?" Mariku replied slightly irritated.

"We are not done yet."

"What?"

"That was just the first store." Malik grabbed his hand. "Come!" He let Malik drag him along the street. What had he done to deserve this?