Page 20 of Damian & Jun: Episodes 5-8
Damian smirked. Jun rolled his eyes. He grabbed the phone. “Tell me he’s not just trying to buy me clothes because I need them.”
Collin’s grin could be heard through the phone. “Oh, no, he’s totally trying to buy you clothes. And then he’s going to love watching you wear them every single time you put them on.”
Jun groaned. “I’m never, ever going to be able to pay him back.”
“Really not how it works.” Collin chuckled, then his voice got softer. “Just think about what I owe Richard.”
Jun’s face sobered. He looked at Damian. “You’re not walking into any sort of shoot-out for me.”
Damian raised an eyebrow.
“Pretty sure that’s his decision,” Collin said. There was a sweet smile in his tone. “If he ever holds the money over you, tell me, and I’ll tell Richard, and he will totally kick Damian’s ass. That’s not how we work.”
Jun swallowed. Distrust and desire warred in his eyes. “Will playing with clothes make him happy?”
“That’s the definition of a fetish. Please let him dress you.”
“All right.” Jun handed Damian the phone back. “You seriously have the best wingman, you know that.”
Damian grinned. Collin was many things, and wingman was only one of them. He grabbed Jun’s hand, dragging him off toward a shop at the end of the hall.
This was going to be so much fun.
Finding clothes slim enough for Jun’s waist and wide enough for his shoulders was a trick and a half. Watching Jun try on yet another dress shirt, this one in red silk, Damian promised himself to put in an order for a custom corset vest. Jun would look amazing in a blue silk brocade and bronze paisley.
Jun turned around in front of the mirror, tucking the shirt into the black jeans Damian had managed to find in his size in a different store. With Jun’s slim hips and muscular thighs and strong shoulders, Damian saw a lot of tailoring in their future. Shopping in Asia would be a little easier as there were more options in Jun’s size. Jun’s height wasn’t the problem in the US, that was pretty average, but the ratio of his hips to shoulders and thighs to hips were issues.
Also, the more clothes he picked out, the more he couldn’t hide from the fact his room back at The Residency would not be sufficient for the two of them. Damian bit his cheek. If he had thought of it, then Richard had already begun making plans. But Damian had to be the responsible party himself and raise the conundrum. He wasn’t like Matthew; he had no desire to leave, and Jun belonged in The Residency.
Jun turned around in front of the mirror and held out his arms. “What do you think?”
“Please tell me I can keep dressing you even after you go back to having a team and performing.”
Jun chuckled, looking himself over in the mirror. “You can absolutely dress me. I like your fashion sense. Old European but updated. Clean. In control. Bit of drama. Is there a better word for it?”
“Not so much. Some might call it Old World, but with your heritage…”
Jun barked out a laugh. “Yeah, no, I don’t think so. Korea is every bit as old as England. I don’t think I can dance in all these outfits, though. We need some different fabrics.”
“I’ll make it happen.”
Jun put a knee on the bench beside Damian and dragged his other knee up slowly, holding himself steady with one hand on Damian’s shoulder. He lowered himself until he was kneeling, his thighs spread over Damian’s lap. Damian slid his hands down Jun’s strong back and down to his tight rear. He pulled, bringing Jun’s chest up against his face, and kissed Jun’s skin where the buttons left open spaces. Jun’s hand caressed the back of Damian’s head.
“DaSu, we can’t have sex here.”
“Certain?”
“Mostly.”
Damian pressed one more kiss against Jun’s skin and reached up, cradling Jun’s face in his hands, careful of the bruises. “I’m glad you’re here.”
They left the shopping tower and perused storefronts on the streets, Cedric shadowing them. With all their purchases set for delivery, their hands were free. Damian tangled his fingers with Jun’s. Jun gifted him a smile, looking down at their hands.
“Your career,” Damian murmured.
“I’m not hiding you,” Jun shrugged. “I’m not two-faced. You crossed the world for me.”
Damian melted inside. So this was what it was for Jun to step into himself. The arrogance and pride that made him a sensation on stage weren’t just an act; they had been right there all along.
