Windfall

Josh just doesn't like to spend money.

And, well, I do.

We've got money, why not spend it? Because he has to "save." It's really okay, I mean, I'd support him the rest of our lives if I have to.

He hates designer clothes-can't stand them. He thinks they're stiff and uncomfortable. At award shows or public appearances he wears his vintage Goodwill finds. He's into thrift stores but even those are too pricey for him. I mean it makes him unique. It's Josh. It's MY Josh. He just wouldn't be right in designer jeans and t-shirts.

But then we found the GAP. Everyone knows the GAP. I mean we knew about the GAP, we just didn't KNOW about the GAP. If you think about it, it really is like a haven for two gay lovers. The pounding music and the bright colors and brilliant displays. We wandered into the GAP last Christmas out of boredom and Josh bought clothes. He actually spent his money.

It's a weekly occurrence now. We sneak into the GAP undetected. It's the happiest place on earth. I mean I personally don't wear it. Sure they have good basics but like I said I want to spend my money.

What Josh loves even more about the GAP is the sale racks. There's nothing more adorable than seeing him ravage his way through the racks and tables emerging with a wide grin and an armful of clothes. Josh could work at the GAP. You know he could be that one token guy who just loves his job as he putts around the store in his headset and black turtleneck.

But I'm getting away from my point. We were shopping in some big city and found a multi-layer GAP. It was a block long, three stories up. He was like a kid in a candy store. But something was different that day. We were walking through the store his arms piled high when he stopped at a table of sweaters. He plopped his pile down and grabbed a tight red ribbed v-neck off of it. He nodded his head slightly and flung it at me.

"You need to try this on," he said. I didn't protest and carried it as we walked into the dressing rooms. We went straight to the back like we always do to the biggest and most secluded room. We always go in there together because we both know no one wants to see two flaming boys talking about jeans. So per usual I went into the room first and sat down on the little bench with my legs up next to me, leaning against the wall. Josh followed close behind and plopped his clothes on the bench.

Then comes the fun part. I get to sit inches away from his body as he strips down to his boxers and a wifebeater and watch as he tries on outfit after outfit. It turns me on more than anything. He's so picky and precise once we get in the dressing room. After he has each outfit on just right he turns to me, bites down on his lower lip and asks, "How's it look?"

This time was different. He had slipped on a pair of low slung almost hip hugging, jeans. They clung lightly to his lithe frame and the wifebeater added the perfect touch to the outfit. I was about to tackle him to the floor in a fit of lust when he turned to me and said, "Put on the sweater."

So like I always do I did as he said. I got up stripped off my sweatshirt and slipped the sweater over my head. I felt him grab at my hips urgently as he pulled me back against him. His arms roamed around my waist and his lips covered the back of my neck with light kisses. He pulled me over in front of the mirror so that we could see our reflection. He wrapped his arms tightly around my waist and held me to his body.

"We're perfect," he whispered so lightly I could feel the chills travel my body. I never broke the eye contact we held through the mirror but I could feel his fingers spread out as he ran them lightly along my stomach. It wasn't until my sweater was flung across the floor and his jeans found their way onto the bench that I realized what we were doing.

Before I knew it he was on his knees in front of me bringing me to my release as I clung tightly to his long locks praying I could control myself. I let out a few low moans and he looked up and greeted me with that goofy smile he always gets.

He urgently pulled me down to the floor next to him promising no one would know what was going on in the dressing room 'cuz there were only two people in the store both of who were working the registers.

We made love on the floor of a GAP dressing room. Oh god, is that one to tell the children someday. It's weird, you think it would be awkward lying on the floor of the GAP doing it, but oddly it wasn't at all. I can still see him hovering inches above my face, his hair falling into his eyes as he came and I've never loved him more then in that moment.

Eventually, we pulled ourselves together and got dressed. He gathered up his finds from the day and began to go through what to get. He narrowed it down to one item and the rest he left laying there.

"What, just the jeans?" I asked you shocked.

"Yeah, they're on sale too," he grinned ear to ear. Josh and his bargains.

"Josh, I don't get it, why are you so cheap?" I half joked, half seriously wanting to know.

"Because I save every penny I make for the rest of my life with you," he blushed beautifully. I had to kiss him then; I pushed him against the wall and held him there until I felt he was sufficiently rewarded. We were ready to leave the dressing room after god knows how long we were back there. He stopped though and reached under the bench to where the red sweater had landed. "I'm buying you this," he mumbled pushing his way past me. I hurried to keep up and practically had to run to the register. He was already checking out.

"Find everything okay today?" the girl behind the counter asked.

"I found more than I thought I would," he said in his sex voice. God, I love that voice. He must have been able to read my mind 'cuz he turned around and grinned wickedly at me.

"You don't have to buy this for me, Josh, I mean, just keep saving. I didn't mean you were like really cheap, at least you don't shop at Goodwill anymore," I mumbled quietly not wanting the girl to hear us. He ignored me though which really got on my nerves but as soon as he left the counter he grabbed my hand and held it tightly in his own. He NEVER holds my hand in public. I can't remember one other time he has.

As if on cue the song overhead changed. I about fell to the floor in shock at that moment. It was "The Two of Us." The song he claims he wrote for me that no one suspects he did. Peculiar, really, I never will understand that. It is so blatantly obvious.

His grip on my hand tightened though, asking for my attention. I turned to him and he had a wide grin on his face. "When I was waiting for the rest of our life to start, it already had right in front of my eyes. I love you baby."

And that is why I love him. And why every time he asks me to do something I still do it. And why I wear that red sweater so proudly and why he looks so good to me in those jeans. And why even though the rest of the world can't see what I see in the back dressing room of the GAP. I see someone who wants to spend his whole life on me.

THE END