Page 53 of Havoc
They continued talking throughout lunch, and Lawrence laughed as Rita told him some stories from Remy’s childhood. His boyfriend didn’t seem embarrassed by them, just playfully annoyed, and Lawrence thought the stories were cute.
Their next stop after lunch was Denver Pavilions. There was a confection store that Rita liked, and she figured while they were there, they could do some shopping before picking up her sweets last. The first hour was spent with them following Rita to two stores while she looked around.
When they entered the third store, Lawrence figured he’d get a few pairs of slacks to wear to work. His wardrobe consisted mainly of black with a few grays, and he thought it would be nice to get some tan, cream, or blue ones to spice up the selection.
He held six pairs as he looked through the large array, making a conscious effort to avoid black when Remy walked up to him.
“Are you going to try those on?”
“Mm…does the thought of me in slacks do it for you?” he teased, and Remy chuckled.
“The thought of you in anything, and nothing, does it for me,” he informed him. “But I was asking so I could ask them for a room if you were.”
Lawrence shook his head. “No, I’ve gotten several pairs from here before, so I know what to expect with the fit. I’m going to find a few more and then narrow down my decision. You want to help me look?”
“Sure, baby.”
Lawrence told Remy the size he was looking for and that he was trying to avoid black. Remy helped him look through the different options, even choosing a dark green that Lawrence wouldn’t have chosen for himself. They looked good, and he was sure he had something he could wear with them. When they finished looking, they held thirteen pairs between them.
“Why don’t you get them all, baby?” Remy asked, rubbing his beard, and Lawrence was sure that he saw his struggle.
“I don’t need thirteen pairs of slacks.”
Remy shrugged. “Maybe not, but you’ll have them if you do, and you won’t have to do laundry as often,” he finished with a playful smile, and Lawrence gave him a flat look.
Tired of his struggle, Remy took the slacks Lawrence held and went to the front counter.
“Hello, did you find everything okay?” the associate asked.
“We did, thank you,” Remy responded.
“Remy, wait,” Lawrence started as the associate began to scan the clothing. “I don’t need—”
Remy leaned down and questioned softly against his ear, “Are you mine?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then why are we having this conversation again?” Remy cut him off, and Lawrence momentarily glared at him before his boyfriend softly kissed him.
“Remember you said that when the day is over if I find things I want or need,” Lawrence stated.
“I’m not stopping you. Have a field day, baby.” Remy smirked at him and turned his attention to his parents as they approached. They had a few items in their hands, and Remy took them, sitting them on the counter.
The total was given, and Lawrence shook his head because he did not need all those slacks but didn’t say anything. If his sexy, wealthy man wanted to buy him things with reasonable prices now and then, he wouldn’t complain. At least not to him because he felt Remy would only accept so much complaining before he broke Lawrence’s back like a glow stick and had him unable to walk correctly for a few days. While he wasn’t necessarily opposed to that, he didn’t need it happening every time. No, he would be grateful and keep his little complaints to himself.
Remy and his father followed his mother and Lawrence into a shoe store, and it was the first store they’d entered that Remy was interested in. He was nothing if not a sneakerhead and always liked seeing what different stores had to add to his collection. He wasglad he’d put the bags from the last few stores they’d shopped at in the car before they entered the shoe store.
He migrated to the sneakers while the other three went off in different directions. Two pairs caught his eye, and he picked up the display from the wall. It was nice; it looked similar to a pair he had, but the souls differed. The other was sky blue, and he didn’t have too many in that color.
A sales associate approached him, and Remy asked them to bring those shoes in two sizes. He continued looking as he waited, but he had the other ones that caught his attention.
“I should have known you’d end up over here,” Lawrence stated, walking up. “Especially since you have every pair of sneakers you own displayed.”
“Not every pair,” Remy responded as he watched Lawrence pick up the sky blue shoe he’d looked at also.
“These are nice.”
The sales associate returned with four boxes and asked if they wanted to try them on. She sat the boxes down and opened the top two. Remy took the smaller of the two and gestured for Lawrence to sit down.
