"You don't have to do this," Tyler said, squirming as the tailor ran his chalk over the suit template he wore."It makes me happy," Mason said "And you wouldn't want to rob me of my happiness, would you?""I suppose not," Tyler smirked, as the tailor went to the front of the shop for more needle and thread."And besides, if you're to be my escort at this benefit for Haven we're throwing, you have to look the part.""It's so not me though. I just plain ol' Tyler Drake from Podunk, Ohio."It can be, though. What did you hope would happen when you left the cornfields behind for the big city?""I just wanted to be able to be live and be myself."

"Come on.""Well, I dreamed that I would be the toast of Boystown," Tyler blushed. "I thought I was gonna take over this city.""And you still can, if you want?""What do you...?" Tyler was interrupted mid-sentence by an abrupt and passionate kiss from Mason. He pulled away ever so slightly and looked at Mason."We're the perfect pair. I've got the connections, the money, all the in's. I don't need to know 'who's who' because me and mine are the 'who.'  You and I...we'd be unstoppable. We'd be the elite of the elite. ""But...what would I bring to the mix?""You're adorable and I adore you. We look good together. Isn't that enough?""This suit is going to fit you like a glove!" the tailor declared as he came rushing back in."It'd better," Mason remarked as the tailor pinned the blazer to hug Tyler's slight frame. "That suit is going to be accompanying me to a lot of galas and parties. If it wants to."Tyler caught his reflection in the mirror. Even unfinished, the suit looked amazing on him. He began to imagine all the parties he'd go to...the galas...the doors that would open. Everything he'd ever dreamed but never thought possible when he first moved to Chicago. It was going to be possible because of this suit.Tyler pulled Mason in and kissed him. "I want it."

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