accident of a show on in the billiards room." Hollywood glanced over as V came in behind the angel. "He didn't even know what it was, Vishous."
"The tux?" V lit a hand-rolled. "Of course he didn't. He's a real male."
"That makes Butch a girl, then," Rhage pointed out. "Because he bought it."
"Hey, it's a party already," Trez called out as he and iAm arrived. "Oh, nice tux. Isn't that Tom Ford?"
"Or was it Dick Chrysler," Rhage interjected. "Harry GM - wait, that sounds dirty...."
"Better get dressed, Rapunzel." V checked his watch. "We don't have a lot of time."
"That is a beautiful tuxedo," Phury announced as he and Z pushed the door wide. "I have one just like it."
"Fritz has the candles lit," Rehv said from behind the twins. "Hey, nice tux. I have one just like it."
"Me, too," Phury agreed. "The fit is fantastic, isn't it."
"The shoulders, right? Tom Ford is the best - "
Total. Fucking. Pandemonium.
And as Qhuinn took it in, all of the males talking over one another, slapping hands, slapping asses, he had a moment of breathlessness. Then he looked down at the ring Blay had given him.
Having a family was...really, incredibly wonderful.
"Thank you," he said softly.
Everyone froze, all those faces turning and locking on him, those bodies stilling, the din settling.
Z was the one who spoke up, his yellow eyes shining. "Put the zoot suit on. We'll meet you downstairs, lover boy."
Lot of shoulder claps as all the fighters checked in on their way out the door. And then he was alone with the tux.
"Let's do this," he said to the thing.
The shirt went on fine, but the buttons weren't regular ones. They were cuff link - like, and took forever. Then he faced off with the slacks...and decided to keep it real and go commando. Finally, a pair of shiny shoes had been dropped on the messy bed by one of that cast of thousands - as well as a set of black silk socks that were just this side of being panty frickin' hose.
But he was going to do this right.
When he finally put the jacket on, he braced himself for feeling constricted, but Phury and Rehv were right - the material went over his bulk like a dream. Heading into the bathroom, he took the strip of black silk off the top of the hanger and confronted himself in the mirror.
Man...he looked pretty hot, actually.
Popping the starched collar, he wound the bow tie around the back of his neck and pulled it left and right a couple of times to make sure that it was in the right place. And then he did what he'd seen his father and his brother do when they hadn't been aware he was watching...he tied a perfect knot at the front of his throat.
Probably would have been easier if he'd taken the suit jacket off.
And if his hands weren't shaking so badly.
But whatever, he got the job done.
Stepping back, he checked himself from the left and the right. From behind.
Yeah, he was totally spank. The trouble was, he just didn't look like himself. At all.
That was a problem for him. Authentic had recently become totally important to him.
Thanks to a lack of attention, his hair had settled flat and smooth, and on impulse, he went for the product Blay and he shared, slicking up his palms and running them through the nap, spiking things up.
Better. Made him feel less like a tool.
But something still wasn't right....
As he tried to figure out what was so off, he thought about how things had been rolling: After he and Blay had had their big talk at the Iron Mask, he'd been amazed at how light he felt, the burden he'd been unaware of carrying freed from his shoulders. It was so weird...but he'd caught himself taking these random deep breaths from time to time, his chest rising slowly and sinking back into place on an easy fall.
On some level, he continued to expect that he'd wake up and find out that it was all a dream. But every night, he came to with his arms around Blay, the guy's bonding scent in his nose, that warm body right beside his own.
I love you. You're perfect, just the way you are.
Always.
As Blay's voice rebounded in his head, he closed his eyes and swayed....
Abruptly, he popped his lids and looked at the cupboard under the sinks.
Yes, he thought. That was what he needed.
A couple minutes later, he left their bedroom feeling exactly