"No, I'm serious Scott. Look, it's right here!" Vincent shoved the brochure towards him.
Scott frowned slightly, taking the pamphlet from Vincent's hands and squinting at it, "Debonair, the very first shop for gay men? No. This is ridiculous. Did you fake this?"
"Nope," Vincent grinned devilishly, "And they're just next to the food court. We can go shop there, then go grab some lunch. Sound good?"
"Uhhh..." Scott blinked. It was easy for Vincent to be loud and proud. When they were at the checkout and Linda was buying Scott's dresses for him, Vincent had been so casual about it.
Linda pulled out the blue and grey dresses, then, "Ohoho," She pulled out the red slinky dress and gave a look at Scott, "You scoundrel."
Scott felt his face heat up, "Just buy the gawddamn dress, Linda."
Vincent peered at them from his cash register, when his eyes fell on the red dress he gave a sly smile towards Scott, meeting his eyes.
Scott looked away quickly.
"For the girlfriend, huh?" Vincent's cashier asked, holding up the lingerie with a raised eyebrow.
"Boyfriend, actually," Vincent replied, making Scott flinch. How can Vincent say it so easily?
Both of the cashier's eyebrows raised now, he cleared his throat awkwardly, scanning the underwear and dropping them into the bag with little-hidden disgust, "Well... whatever makes you tick."
Scott was so confused. Why was Vincent always so open about it? He wasn't deterred in the slightest by the weird looks the cashier gave him as he passed the bag across. He just gave Scott a quick wink and clicked his tongue before slinging the bag on his arm. Confident as ever.
"Yo," Linda jumped on Scott from behind, her arms wrapped around his neck.
Scott choked, stumbling backwards, "C-Can't... breathe!"
"Well, that's your fault for spacing out!" Linda frowned and gave him a shove, "You look troubled. Stop it, and let's just go to this gay shop."
"I doubt the building is homosexual," Vincent said, then paused, a thoughtful expression on his face, "Then again, who am I to judge?"
Scott snorted, shoving Vincent playfully, "Stop it, you."
Vincent chuckled, roping Scott into a hug and then, suddenly, sweeping him off his feet and lifting him into the air.
Scott screeched as his feet raised off the ground, kicking aimlessly, "Put me down!"
Vincent grinned, lifting Scott up higher, "Not until you tell me you love me."
Scott's eyes widened and he stared into Vincent's, blushing, "N-No."
"Suit yourself," Vincent started walking towards the so-called 'gay shop', holding Scott high above his head. Linda followed beside them, giggling uncontrollably.
Scott squeaked, embarrassed, "Vincent, I'm serious! Put me down!" Okay, so, he may have had a slight fear of heights, and of people watching him. And being carried high above Vincent's head through a crowded shopping centre was definitely crossing some personal boundaries.
"Not until you tell me you love me," Vincent replied, his voice serious and his expression blank. "But, you know, you're really kind of..." Vincent let go of Scott for a second and he shrieked shrilly before Vincent caught him again, "Heavy, so I'd be quick."
Scott clutched onto Vincent's arms with a vice grip. Okay, new fear. Very new fear. Fear of being dropped. Steadying his breathing and ignoring the many eyes drawn to him by his scream, he sighed. "I..." All of a sudden he hesitated, and then a smug look settled across his features, "You love me."
Vincent stopped walking, looking up at Scott, "I- You-" He scoffed and shook his head, "Turning my words against me. It seems you are the master manipulator here." He lowered Scott down until he was dangling inches from the floor. "I'm just not going to let you down for the rest of the day. Try to talk yourself out of this one." He continued walking.
"What?!" Scott spluttered incredulously, "You can't do that! You'll get tired eventually."
"Try me," Vincent replied simply.
Scott squirmed in Vincent's grip hopelessly, wriggling and flailing, but it was to no use. Vincent was really strong. It was actually... kind of impressive. He slumped in the grip, opting to try his hand at persuading his way out. "Vinny? Vincent, baby, let me down, please?"
Vincent raised an eyebrow, looking at him, "Pet names. Trying that approach, huh? Well, come on. You can be more creative than that."
Scott pursed his lips, thinking, "Honey? Sweetie? Sugar?"
"Too cliché," Vincent looked unimpressed. Scott frowned.
"Purple people eater? Vinny-winny? Pepperoni?"
Vincent laughed at the last one, "Pepperoni? That's a pizza topping, idiot."
Scott huffed, "C'mon, Vincy-Mincy. Mincy meat pie. Let me down, pretty please? Otherwise I can't try on any new clothes."
"So? I like this better than buying clothes. Also, please don't call me a meat pie. That's weird."
Scott frowned, then kicked Vincent hard between the legs.
Vincent yelped, instantly dropping Scott and doubling over, "Fffffff...frickin' frick. Gawd damnit, Scott!"
Scott regained his footing from being dropped, then crossed his arms across his chest, "Hmpf. That's what you get."
Vincent groaned slightly, doubling over further, "O-Okay... I deserved that... I didn't know you had it in you." He glanced up at Scott, "I like it."
Scott recoiled slightly, surprised. "Uh... W-Well." Guess I know what his kink is... not that that information is useful to me at all.
Vincent slowly straightened up, hissing from the pain, "I admire a man who can defend himself. Who isn't afraid to lash out," He managed a kind of half-smile, wincing. "You've earned my respect."
Scott blinked, but - despite the weirdness of it all - he smiled. Felt good to have someone respect you, no matter how much stronger, how much taller, how much more powerful they are than you. "No more picking me up. Unless I say you can."
"Deal," Vincent said, nodding. Then he sighed, "Look, we're here, anyway."
Scott followed his line of sight to see a deep navy shop with a silver, cursive sign on a pink backlight. 'Debonair.' It was moderately busy, with both girls and guys.
Linda nodded, humming, "Navy. Attracts sensible buyers on a budget. Formal. Silver to show power and efficiency, yet with a pink undertone to show a softer, more casual side. This shop is a case study in itself. A colour-psychologist's dream." She tapped her fake nails against her cheek, "Good thing I'm not a colour-psychologist! Too wishy-washy. Now c'mon!" She skipped ahead into the store.
"You're right," Vincent mumbled, "She's a walking, talking psychology textbook."
"She's been passionate about it ever since my breakdown. Thought it was so inspiring to watch me lose my mind that she decided she was going to find out the process behind it," Scott didn't exactly sound enthusiastic about that fact.
Vincent half-laughed, "Huh. Inspiration works in weird ways." He started after Linda, turning around to face Scott. "Are you coming, or what?"
"Or what," Scott said, but he followed behind Vincent anyway, stepping over the threshold of the store.
He looked around. It really was the first gay fashion shop. How weird. There was even a section dedicated to men's dresses. Scott sighed. Could have found that twenty minutes ago. But he'd already spent enough money on dresses, so he looked around for other stuff.
Walking up and down the racks, he stopped in front of a more light-hearted section of the store. There was an entire rack devoted to rainbow accessories. Scott picked up a woollen rainbow frog beanie, the kind of one that had sides that went all the way down to your hips so you could put your hands in them. He smiled and put it on. Leafing through the assorted shirts, he pulled out one that said, 'I'm a Yaoi Fangirl's dream!' in rainbow letters and burst out laughing.
"See somethin' you like, hon?" Vincent appeared beside Scott like a vulture to a carcass. A dark analogy, but nonetheless a fitting one.
Scott showed him the shirt, grinning, "Remind you of any Fazbear Fangirls we know?"
"Is that what we're calling them now?" Vincent asked, taking the shirt from Scott, "I love it. We have to get you to try this on."
"Alright. But I want some new pants, too. Maybe some jeans or something."
"Skinny jeans?" Vincent asked, sounding a little too excited.
"Pff, you wish," Scott punched his arm, and then frowned, "Then again, I've never tried skinny jeans before."
"Right, that's it," Vincent disappeared from Scott's side, walking purposefully over to the jeans section.
Scott rolled his eyes, but smiled. It's kinda cute how he likes doing this kind of stuff with me.
Vincent re-appeared, "Got some. Now, come on, let's go to the dressing rooms."
Several minutes later, Scott stepped out of the dressing rooms in skin-tight jeans, the rainbow beanie and the yaoi fangirl shirt, "What do you think?" He posed, "Fabulous."
"Fabulous," Vincent agreed, "You look incredible. You're so cute, I could eat you."
"Please don't," Scott said, "I'm kind of enjoying living at the moment."
"Good," Vincent grinned, "So, you gonna buy them?"
"Why not?" Scott shrugged, "Don't know how I'm gonna afford it, but I'll figure it out. I must have this beanie."
"I'll cover it," Vincent said, "It's pretty much a present for me anyway, to get to see you all dressed up like that, so I don't mind paying."
Scott laughed, "Paying to see me dressed up? Like some kind of reverse stripper?"
Vincent turned, looking at Scott and narrowing his eyes, "Can I pay you to take them off, then, too?"
"That depends how much you pay," Scott said casually, shrugging one shoulder coolly and then walking past Vincent back out into the store.
Vincent stayed frozen in place for a moment, staring at the wall, then he turned around and ran after Scott, "Name your price!"
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