31 31- A Little Spoiling

"Ready to go?" Scott's voice sounded behind him.

"What?! Oh jeez- you scared me!" Ryan laughed.

"Sorry!"

Scott took Ryan's bag and wrapped his arm around Ryan's shoulder, pulling him close for a quick kiss before they continued on their way to the exit. Ryan thought Scott was dressed very nicely in his crisp button-up and slacks, though the shirt bulged at the chest ever so slightly.

"Did you just get here?"

"Nah, I've been here a few minutes, but you looked so busy I didn't want to disturb you. Did you know you smile different when you work?"

"I'm sure you put on a different face when you're working too," Ryan teased. "Not that I've seen what you look like whilst operating a speculum..."

"You might, some day." Scott teased right back. "Especially seeing as such screenings are recommended periodically."

Ryan bumped up against him, and Scott bumped right back. Outside, the sun was out and it was pleasantly warm. When Ryan asked Scott where they were going for dinner, he was told it was a surprise.

Their first stop wasn't actually a restaurant. Scott pulled in to a metered parking space downtown, in front of a somewhat high-end clothing store. He responded to Ryan's somewhat confused and questioning look with, "Is it okay if I buy you something new to wear to dinner? I was thinking we'd go to a place that's a little more upscale today."

Ryan agreed shyly. He had to admit, standing next to Scott right now, he felt a little out of place in his old t-shirt. He felt slightly more out of place in the store. Luckily, Scott seemed to know exactly what he was looking for. With very little help from the employees, and after determining appropriate sizes, Scott soon had a small stack of things for Ryan to try on.

Ryan tried very purposefully to not look at the price tags. Scott kept insisting it was his treat, and that he wanted to spoil him a little. He donned one outfit at a time, coming out of the dressing room to model it. It was kinda fun. So used to shopping at thrift stores, he'd never had so many things fit him comfortably at once. His cheering squad of one helped too, whistling or complimenting every time he did his little spin to show off the clothes. Most of the shirts were silk too, and felt wonderful against his skin. Even the employees commented when a pattern or cut suited him especially well.

In the end, they settled on three silk shirts and two pairs of pants. Scott insisted he wear one of the outfits out, of which Ryan had no complaint.

Next, Scott took him to a place a little down the street, a shoe store this time. With a lot of help from the employees they found a nice pair of brown dress shoes that Ryan found comfortable. It was strange. Ryan knew he was no different than he was over an hour ago at the grocery store, but the clothes and the treatment made him feel exceedingly confident.

Scott's heart was fluttering at getting to play dress up. Seeing Ryan stand straighter, shoulders squared, made it worth every penny. And he confirmed a hunch, Ryan was breathtaking in pinstripes. He'd debated offering to get Ryan a new collar. It's not that they were absurdly expensive or anything, he just wasn't sure how it would be taken. Then, a thought occurred to him that just might work...

"I'm thinking one more stop before we go eat. What do you think about a swimming collar?"

"A swimming collar? I can't swim."

It was exactly what it sounded like. They were meant to be worn in the water when swimming, or when doing sports. They offered just as much protection, but didn't retain fluid like a normal collar would.

"I just figured they'd be easier to find this time of year. Besides, it would mean we could enjoy the shower together...?"

Ryan flushed at the implication, but readily agreed. They found one in a sleek black with grey trim, and just in time too, because both of their stomachs started complaining of hunger.

At long last, they pulled up to the restaurant. It wasn't too busy yet, and they were seated almost immediately. Ryan had decided to wear the new collar after all, as it went well with his current outfit, and he admitted his old one was a bit worn.

Ryan had never been to a place this nice before, but Scott assured him he was a veteran, as this was usually the place his family went to celebrate birthdays and special occasions. He helped Ryan navigate the menu, which was highly appreciated. Ryan got duck, which he'd never had before, and Scott got steak. They both tried some of the other's meal, and Scott loved seeing Ryan's reaction of enthusiasm and delight.

Scott had one more surprise he'd planned ahead of time. When they were done eating, the waiter brought out a fondue dessert tray, complete with three kinds of chocolate. Ryan's eyes practically sparkled.

With the meal over, they drove over to the park, where they would walk off some of their food before the grand finale. It was early evening, and the air had just begun to cool. The leaves on the trees here had just started turning for fall. Ryan decided to wear his old shoes for the walk, as he didn't want to wear out his new ones too quickly. It was a beautiful time for a stroll.

They walked hand in hand, making their way down the park's main trail. There weren't that many other people out, for which Ryan was grateful. He'd made up his mind to do something, partly out of gratitude for the afternoon, and partly as a warm-up for tonight. He just hoped Scott would like it.

They were most of the way through the path when Ryan tugged Scott into the trees saying, "Come with me."

"Ryan, what are you-"

They made their way deep enough to barely see the trail. Ryan looked around.

"Think anyone can see us?"

"I don't think so, but what are you-"

Ryan held his finger to his lips in a shushing motion. Scott watched as he took one final look around, then sidled up real close to a large tree. With a quick motion, he fished himself out of his pants, hiding most of his penis in his hands. He adjusted his footing, closed his eyes, and breathed out slowly, concentrating.

Scott watched in awe as the first few spurts came out, and finally a steady stream as Ryan got his bladder to relax. His urine pattered noisily onto the leaves below, and he let out a sigh of relief. It was just like one of his fantasies...

After he finished up, Ryan gave himself a few tugs to get the last drops out, then tucked everything back to where it was supposed to be. That wasn't as hard as he was expecting it to be, but he'd purposely tried to drink more at dinner to try and make it easier. Only when he had himself put back together did he chance looking at Scott.

Scott's face was full-on pink. His breathing was almost akin panting, and there was a very large distinctive bulge in his pants. Honestly, it gave Ryan a bit of a power trip to know he caused that.

"So... I'm guessing you enjoyed that?"

"I- we- ah, we- Home. Now. We need to go home. Right now."

It was Scott's turn to drag Ryan by the hand through the trees. Ryan let out a little laugh of exhilaration as they practically jogged back to the car. He'd expected some kind of reaction, but this was more than he could have imagined.

Scott, on the other hand, was a bit of a mess, and was trying very hard to keep himself under control. Both hands gripped the steering wheel, and his pants were way too tight. Saturday evening traffic meant no one was getting anywhere fast, and he was desperately trying to think of decidedly unsexy things, but that was indeed hard to do when the only thing occupying your mind was whether or not your boyfriend would be in to more kink play.

Ryan sat next to him with both hands in his lap. "I ah, didn't think you'd react so strongly. That didn't make you uncomfortable, did it?"

Scott let out a shaky breath he didn't realize he'd been holding. "Hot Stuff, you have no idea how sexy that was. Gods! You're so adorable!"

Ryan practically glowed. It wasn't so bad after all, if it made Scott happy, he wouldn't mind doing stuff like that every now and then, so long as no one else could see. He told Scott as much, which impossibly made him blush harder.

By the time they pulled in to Scott's parking garage, Scott had managed to get most of his erection to go away, and was thinking much more clearly. The garage was busy. It was a large apartment building, after all, and it WAS Saturday. People were coming and going to and from their Saturday plans. They managed to get a spot close-ish to the elevator. When they unloaded the car, Scott took the lion's share of the bags. When Ryan tried to protest, Scott made the argument that me needed to hide something from his neighbors, indicating his still noticeable erection before concealing it with the day's purchases.