F is for Fabulous!



 

“Does this make my ass look fat?” Emmett asked Drew as he scrutinized himself in the mirror. The boys were preparing to go to a very special wedding in a few days, so of course, Emmett wanted them to look perfect.

“Babe, there’s not one ounce of extra fat on you anywhere,” Drew stated as he looked over the newspaper in his hands. Drew’s mother had raised no stupid children.

“Aw, thank you, Honey. You always say the sweetest thing,” Emmett replied with a happy grin. He then turned to study his reflection. “Are you sure this doesn’t make my ass look fat?”

“Emm, you’re perfect,” Drew assured his partner.

“Maybe it’s the color,” Emmett said. Emmett was wearing a suit in a particularly interesting shade of burnt orange. Emmett had surmised that since the wedding was taking place in late Fall, a subdued orange would be more appropriate. After all one did not want to look like a bright pumpkin.

Emmett went back to rummage through his closet.

“Hmm, perhaps this one,” Emm murmured as he pulled out a deep red three piece suit. “I do like the vest.”

“Babe, I believe the groom is wearing a maroon tie. You wouldn’t want to clash,” Drew said wisely.

Emmett gasped. “Oh, I forgot about that. Thank you, Honey! You are so right. I wouldn’t want to outshine the wedding party now would I,” Emmett said as he quickly shoved the red suit back into the closet.

As Emmett’s hand gravitated toward something in a purple with fuchsia pinstripes, Drew put down his newspaper and stood up.

“Would you mind a suggestion?” Drew ventured.

“From you? Of course not. You always look so well tailored, always in style,” Emmett gushed as he ran his hand down Drew’s well muscled chest.

“I realize I’m only a dumb jock and I certainly don’t have your experience or knowledge of the latest fashion trends but it seems to me that if I’m wearing navy with a navy and gray tie maybe you could wear something in a dark gray,” Drew said thoughtfully.

“Gray? But that’s just so gray.” Emmett replied, aghast.

“Didn’t you once tell me that it’s all about accessorizing?”

“I did say that. You are so right.” Emmett’s face lit up with an epiphany as he pulled out a handsomely sedate deep slate gray suit. “And I know just the right tie,” Emmett beamed. Satisfied that his wedding attire problem was solved, Emmett could now concentrate on other things such as catering the event.

“Honey,” Emmett called out as he was about to leave their apartment. “I’m going to the food emporium, see you later,” Emmett said as he left the home that he shared with Drew for several years. Before Drew could reply, he heard the door slam shut. Drew smiled to himself, shaking his head. There was no one else in the world like his Emmett Honeycutt, thank the gods. And wasn’t he the luckiest man for it.

As he spied Emmett’s car driving away through the window, Drew pulled out his phone.

“Hey, it’s me. Yeah, no worries, it’s all good. No orange, no red, just deep gray with a hint of purple paisley and stripes on the tie.” Drew laughed at the loud sigh of relief. “We’ll see you on the day,” Drew said just before he hung up the phone and returned to his newspaper.

Across town a beautiful blond turned to a gorgeous brunet, smiled and gave him the thumbs up.

 

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