Elijah POV
I give Darius a peck on the cheek as he arrives at my cousin's ranch house in the wee hours of the morning with my favourite smoothie (from our first date) in his hands. "You are a literal life saver. I was actually about to kill that old heifer myself but then Darnel would have to attend the funeral, only making the matter worse." Elijah paces around the design room. "Don't mind me I am in a frenzy because everything has to be perfect" He crouches to the ground, hands running through his hair in frustration.
Darius catches his wrists gently as he crouches pulling him back up to face him . "Hey. Eyes on me, Elijah." He holds Elijah's gaze, his voice firm but soft. "It’s going to be perfect because it’s yours. Now show me what I’m wearing so I can get out of these sweaty clothes and into whatever masterpiece you’ve got for me. Unless you’d rather I stay like this." He winks loosening his grip but not letting go just yet.
"Your flirting is actually needed today." Elijah gives Darius a quick hug before he pushes him to the tailoring platform for measurements and alterations. "Stand here. Just stand still, until I tell you to move. You can take your shirt and shorts off in the meantime but please for the love of God keep your underwear on or else I will actually cut your penis off. He grabs his measuring tape and needle cushion as Darius gets undressed behind him.
Darius peels off his tank top with a slow, deliberate motion, letting it drop to the floor before his hands go to the waistband of his shorts. "You drive a hard bargain, Elijah." He steps out of the shorts , standing there in nothing but tight ,black Calvin Klein boxer briefs that do very little to hide the thick and heavy outline of his dick. "But if I’m being honest, the threat just makes me harder. Now, where do you want your hands first? On my hips? Shoulders? Or lower?" He winks as he grabs his extremely full basket.
Elijah pull Darius' arms up horizontally .With laser focus and accuracy , he takes the measurements, noting them down in his notepad. He does this for every section of Darius' large, muscular, well sculpted body. He tries his best to ignore the full and inviting basket , the Calvin Klein briefs are struggling to contain, but he takes a slight peep as he wraps up the measurements. "Done , you can get dressed now."
Darius lowers his arms slowly, a smirk playing on his lips as he watches Elijah try to ignore the obvious and gigantic elephant in the room. "Ignoring the main event, are we?" He steps down from the platform, crowding into Elijah's space without actually touching him. "You measured every inch of me and didn’t even glance below the belt. That’s some willpower, baby. Almost makes me want to test it." He leans in, his voice dropping to a whisper. "You sure you don’t need one more measurement? For accuracy’s sake?" Elijah pushes him away playfully immediately getting back to working on the piece.
Darius steps back with a low chuckle, pulling his shorts back on but leaving his shirt off, his muscles, well defined abs , large and hard pecs and bulbous biceps, still glistening under the warm light. "You want to focus? Fine. I’ll behave. For now." He leans against the wall, arms crossed over his large chest as he watches Elijah work. "Just so you know, seeing you like this , all intense and creative, it’s doing things to me. But I’ll save that for after the show." He pauses, letting his eyes drift over Elijah's hands as they move with precision and fluidity. "Tell me about the piece. What’s the story behind it?"
Elijah points towards a dark blue roll of fabric for Darius to hand him. He thanks him as he unrolls and cuts the fabric into peculiar patterns. "Notice the colours of the suit , they are the colours of the Haitian national flag. He pulls the shirt up from the sewing machine, handing it over to Darius to try on. He gets started on the pants next. "The piece honours my heritage. Where I come from . How does the shirt feel ? You can check in the mirror too." He keeps sewing with a supernatural speed , that can only be acquired after much experience.
Darius pulls the shirt on slowly, the fabric stretching taut across his broad, strong shoulders and chest. He turns toward the full length mirror mounted on the bedroom wall. "Fits like it was made for me, because it was." He runs his hands down the front, the deep blue and red vibrant against his dark cocoa skin. "Looks even better knowing it means something to you." He turns back to face Elijah, his expression softening. "You’re honouring where you come from while building where you’re going. That’s powerful, Elijah. Almost as powerful as the way you look right now, sewing my pants together like your life depends on it." Elijah rolls his eyes, smiling as he instructs Darius to put the shirt on the hanger to be steamed as he hands him the pants to try on.
Darius slides the pants on, the material hugging his large thighs and bubble, muscly butt perfectly. He bends into a deep squat, testing the give. "Flip, Elijah, these move like second skin." He stands back up, turning to show Elijah how the fabric stretches and contracts with every shift of his leg muscles. "You could choreograph a whole routine in these and I wouldn’t tear a seam." He run his hands over his hips, grinning. "Though if you keep watching me like that, we might test their limits sooner than planned." He winks as he says the last part , doing a magic mike routine in the mirror, earning an eye roll from Elijah.
"On pineapple (their safeword) , why do you use your charm and humour to disguise your real feelings." Elijah points towards the hanger for Darius to hang the pants on as he continues working on the jacket.
Darius goes still at the safe word, the playful energy shifting into something quieter, more sincere. "Because charm is easier than saying I’m freaking blown away by you." He hangs the pants carefully, turning back to face Elijah with his arms folded. You’re brilliant, driven, extraordinarily gorgeous, and you’re letting me stand here in your space while you create something real. That means something to me." He steps closer, but keeps his distance this time. "Now hand me that jacket. Let’s finish this masterpiece."
Darius slips into the jacket, feeling the tailored fit contour to his large frame as Elijah adjusts the collar. His fingers brushing Darius' neck, forcing Darius to steady his breath. "Watch close now." He moves into a classic front double biceps pose, the fabric stretching seamlessly across his broad and large, back and shoulders. "How’s that? No pulling, no strain, just pure art. You designed this, Elijah." He holds the pose, his dark brown eyes locked on Elijah's light hazel ones ."Tell me it’s perfect. I want to hear you say it." He gives Elijah a big , bright smile.
Elijah holds Darius' face as he pulls him into a deep, tongue filled ,passionate kiss. "It is perfect." Darius kisses him back deeply before pulling away with a soft groan, reluctantly slipping out of the jacket and hanging it with care. "You’re gonna be the death of me, teasing me like that when we’ve got a show to put on."
Elijah yawns loudly with his hand over his open mouth. "All the other pieces are done so we are done." He look over at the wall clock and it reads 03:00 am "It is far too late for a black man to be be driving in this predominantly white neighbourhood." He traces his fingers along the side of Darius' face. "I can't have my Tyson Beckford getting arrested or worse shot by some racist cops. You can stay the night but don't get any ideas now , there will be nothing sexual happening." He looks deeply into Darius' dark brown eyes "Are we clear."
To be continued...
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