Business and Pleasure: Chapter Four

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Title: Business and Pleasure
Rating: PG 13? Just slightly high for a make-out session.
Pairing: Brad/Ryan
Summary for the chapter: In which the boys shop, have a talk and prepare for clubbing.

Overall Summary: Brad's running his own large business and has everything but what he wants the most: someone to be there for him. After 'purchasing' Ryan from the Utopia group to serve the purpose, he slowly realizes that he's breaking their most important rule: he's falling in love with him

A/N: I just realized I forgot to post this chapter here.....well, guess it'll be a double feature, huh? Can I have a tag for this please?

“Brad....”

 

“Mmph.....”

 

“Braaaaaaad.”

 

“Goway.....”

 

“BRAD!”

 

“GAH!”

 

Brad shot upright before shooting a glare at the man sitting next to him on his bed, “Yes?”

 

Ryan grinned, not at all fazed by the glare, “Come on, we’ve already let you sleep in. Wayne’s going to have breakfast and if you don’t hurry up, we’ll be late.”

 

Brad looked at his clock, “Why did you let me sleep in?”

 

“Wayne mentioned that you don’t really sleep well and you were dead to the world last night. I would’ve felt bad.”

 

“Well, thanks,” Brad stood up, “guess I’ll go take a shower. No time for a bath.”

 

“I’ve drawn you a bath,” Ryan interrupted, “your clothes have already been set out as well. If you don’t like my choice, you’re welcome to change.”

 

Brad blinked, “Uh, thanks a lot then.”

 

“No problem. Well, I need to go help Wayne rummage through his closet. I apparently don’t have any clothes that don’t have a hole or two-”

 

“Or sixteen!” Wayne yelled for the adjoining room.

 

“Or sixteen,” Ryan added without missing a beat but he looked sheepish.

 

Brad frowned, “Why didn’t you tell me? We could have gone clothes shopping.”

 

“It didn’t bother me, Wayne’s the one who mentioned it.”

 

“Well, I’ll take my credit card too.”

 

“You don’t have to do that!” Ryan blushed slightly.

 

“Yes I do. I told Drew I’d take care of you and that included making sure you’re properly clothed.”

 

“You make it sound like I’m going naked,” Ryan joked. Brad suddenly felt a blush of his own coloring his cheeks but it had more to do with the image Ryan had inspired rather than the embarrassment of overreacting. Fortunately, at that moment, Wayne’s voice called Ryan to his room.

 

“See you later!” Ryan headed off, leaving Brad with a red face and the idea that he just might need a cold shower....

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

“Well, that’s the best I can do,” Wayne declared. Ryan was currently wearing clothes that had been rummaged out of his and Brad’s closet. Ryan’s stick thin frame would have fit in Wayne’s clothes, but his height was a big problem. They ended up dressing him in one of Wayne’s black t-shirts and Brad’s oldest jeans from his skinnier days with a belt barely keeping them up.

 

“Well, if this falls, it’ll be interesting,” Ryan muttered as he stared down at himself, keeping one hand cautiously on the waist of the jeans, the other tugging down the t-shirt to properly cover his stomach.

 

“We really need to get you clothes first,” Brad looked down as well, “Those pants aren’t going to stay for long.”

 

“Hopefully they’ll stay long enough. I don’t want to be wandering out there without them. It’s cold! I’ll be half the man I am,” Ryan snickered.

 

Wayne grinned back, “There may also be a blue moon!” he broke out laughing with the three.

 

“Now come on before we see more than we intended,” Brad shook his head and climbed into his car with the other two. After a slightly long drive, punctuated with Wayne telling Ryan about the improv singing he did for a living.

 

“It’s not just singing,” Wayne said thoughtfully, “we do scenes and impressions too.”

 

“So who do you sing as?” Ryan asked, looking very interested.

 

“Anyone. James Brown, Michael Jackson, Louie Armstrong-”

 

“Brittney Spears, a strip-o-gram,” Brad added.

 

“Shut up!” Wayne shot at him.

 

“That’s so cool! I wish I could do stuff like that!” Ryan sounded awed.

 

“Why don’t you come to the club tonight and try? We have volunteers from the audience all the time!” Wayne suggested.

 

“Can we, Brad?” Ryan asked, looking over at him.

 

Brad frowned minutely. He had actually been planning to spend the night with Ryan. They had a lot to talk about regarding their situation anyway, but one look into those eager green eyes and he quailed, realizing he was well and truly hooked, “Alright.”

 

Dl

 

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“I can’t wear that!”

 

“Why not?”

 

“It’s too tight!”

 

“So?”

 

“Wayne, I can’t wear that!” Ryan tried to yank the shirt out of Wayne’s hands.

 

“Yes you can.”

 

“I don’t have the figure for it!”

 

“Good God, can you be more girly?” Wayne laughed.

 

“I’m serious. It’s okay for a buff guy, not for a scarecrow!” Ryan pointed out.

 

“Work out in Brad’s gym long enough and you’ll fit in it,” Wayne added the shirt to the pile in Brad’s arms. He pulled Ryan closer to him by the arm and whispered in his ear, “Plus, Brad nearly flooded the place with drool when you tried it on.”

 

Ryan blushed a bright pink and ducked his head down. Wayne patted him on the back before heading over to the pants, picking a pair quickly and tossing it to Ryan, who was already heading to the trial room.

 

“So, do I need to get you a bib?” Wayne asked Brad as he looked through more styles of pants.

 

“Meaning?”

 

“Could you want the guy more?”

 

“Are you insinuating something?” Brad’s eyes lit up at the game that had started up between them.

 

“Are you denying it?”

 

“Is there anything to deny?”

 

“Did you check out his butt when he dropped that shirt and picked it up?”

 

“No, I-” Brad sputtered before letting out a curse as Wayne crowed in triumph, “Cheat.”

 

“So, did you?” Wayne asked after he was done.

 

“Did I what?”

 

“Check out his ass.”

 

“Of course not! Well, maybe a little....” he quailed under the skeptical look his friend gave him.

 

“Just tell him, man,” he nudged his friend on the shoulder.

 

“He’s not ready yet. Plus, this is strictly a business deal,” Brad was shocked at the words that came out of his mouth. Ryan had been in his life for barely a couple days and he had already forgotten that he was only there for business. He could already feel the trepidation that Ryan would be leaving him after two years, but he forced it down. This was not the time for that.

 

“Well, you’re darn obvious with it,” Wayne’s voice interrupted his thoughts.

 

“No I’m not!”

 

“Yes you are.”

 

“No, I’m n-” Brad’s words were cut off as Ryan exited the trial room in the jeans Wayne had selected for him.

 

“Not bad! Turn around,” Wayne said critically. Ryan spun around and Brad was aware that he was staring but he couldn’t help it. The jeans were a perfect fit and it clung to his legs, hips and ass in the all the right places.

 

“Brad!” Wayne snapped his fingers in front of his face, “Stop drooling and come on, we’ve got to pay for all this.”

 

Ryan was beginning to blush under the intensity of Brad’s stare and quickly darted into the trial room, tossing the pants at Wayne from over the door before donning the ones he had been wearing earlier.

 

Wayne grinned as they left the store with at least three more shopping bags, “Now, who’s up for lunch?”

 

Dl

 

Dl

 

“I don’t think all this is going to fit....” Ryan eyes his wardrobe and the pile of clothes on his bed.

 

“We may have over done it,” Wayne agreed.

 

“Well, looks like we’re gonna have to do some stuffing,” Brad noted, “come on, let’s try and fit all we can.”

 

To their surprised, they just managed to fit everything inside the wardrobe, though there definitely wasn’t any place for Ryan’s old clothes.

 

“What do you want to do with these?” Wayne asked, poking a ratty old shirt.

 

“I honestly don’t know,” Ryan was a little shocked at how ragged his clothes were. He knew they were bad, but he never realized how bad. “What do you normally do with old clothes?”

 

“We could give them to charity,” Wayne offered. At Ryan’s blank look, he explained, “it’s when you give things to the needy.”

 

“Let’s do that!” Ryan nodded, “they really need stuff!”

 

“Not that it’s any better than what they already have,” Brad held up a jacket that had a sizeable rip down the back.

 

“Hey, it’s not like I got to do all this in Utopia!” Ryan scowled, folding his arms defensively.

 

“It was a joke, man,” Wayne soothed, shooting Brad a look which he returned with a apologetic one.

 

“Didn’t mean anything by it,” Brad agreed, nodding. Ryan gave him the evil eye for a couple seconds before a small smile curved his lips.

 

“I’ll think about it when we’re at the club tonight,” he huffed, pretending to look totally hurt.

 

“We better get ready then,” Wayne looked at his watch, “Ry, for God’s sake, wear the new stuff.”

 

“Gotcha. Any idea what would be good?” Ryan asked Brad.

 

“Hm, you need something casual yet smart.....” Brad tossed him a white shirt with black slacks and a charcoal grey vest. “This should be perfect.”

 

“Right!” Ryan nodded and headed to the bathroom. A couple of steps away, he turned, “You know, you guys don’t have to wait for me to come out.....”

 

“Oops!” Wayne said with a exaggerated tone of ‘I’ve been found out!’ before racing out of the door.

 

“Is he always like that?” Ryan asked with a chuckle.

 

“Wait until you see what he’s like with alcohol in him,” Brad shot back, making his own way out.

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