Carlos tried not to grin too hard or seem to eager as he squeezed Hancock’s hand before running off to clean and dress up. Thankfully he’d had the foresight to trim his beard, but his hair did need to be brushed and his face washed.
But eventually Carlos came back, fresh as the morning wearing the shirt and vest. Even as he walked out though, he started to worry that he might be over-dressed.
For some reason, Hancock hadn’t exactly expected a whole wardrobe change, but when Carlos came back looking more put together than he ever had, the felt under-dressed. He whistled softly as he looked him up and down, a smile spreading across his face a moment later and he stepped closer to the other man, placing his hands on his hips and pulling him in for a kiss.
“I have to say, handsome, you clean up real nice. What did I do to deserve this little treat, hmm?”
Carlos smiled sheepishly, squirming just a little under the appraisal. He gripped Hancock’s arms gently, wanting to pull him into a hug.
“I’ve been looking for an excuse,” Carlos admitted. “I saw this and just… I really had to have it. I was really hoping that you’d like it… though, that might be funny to say I guess. “
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