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When Antinous and Telemachus packed their bags together that day, they hadn’t anticipated that they would accidentally switch clothing. Telemachus supposed it was inevitable, given that Antinous had decided to fold his clothes for the first time in forever, and since they were in a rush, they hadn’t the mind to think about which clothes went into who’s bags.
You see, Telemachus had to prepare for a shoot in Sparta, but Antinous, who had finally had a week off of work since he had no clients scheduled, insisted on coming with him, saying something about how it was the only time he got to spend the whole day with his little wolf and yet it was ruined by work yet again.
Telemachus thought it would be cute, if not for the fact that when they were supposed to wake up that morning, Antinous cuddled him for a whole extra twenty minutes. And then made out with him for another five. And then… well, you get the idea.
The point is, they nearly missed their flight!
Which leads us to the current situation. Telemachus, standing before the hotel mirror, wearing Antinous’s clothes instead of his own. His shirt, a desaturated maroon, was so big, the ‘short’ sleeves reached down to his elbows, and the hem nearly passed his thighs. And his shorts? They hardly stayed up, tickling his shins as he waddled out of the bathroom.
“Fuckin’ hell! Finally, I wanna change–” Antinous stopped short when he saw Telemachus come out of the bathroom. He paused, mouth falling open, looking Telemachus up and down and up and down. “But… damn.”
Telemachus felt heat rise to his face. “Damn. Yeah. You accidentally put your clothes in my bag, Antinous.”
“And thank the gods I did cause holy shit.”
Antinous got up, walking over to him, kneeling before him as he inspected every bit of his body. Telemachus’s blush burned brighter as Antinous’s hands lingered around his waist, his touch delicate, tugging a bit at the loose fabric.
“You look so good, little wolf. Can you stay like this tonight?”
Telemachus scoffed, because of course he would say that. Telemachus was pretty sure he could wear a trashbag and Antinous would say he looked good. “I probably accidentally put my clothes in your bag too. How about you go put them on? Then, we’ll see about switching.”
Antinous ran over to grab his bag, and rushed into the bathroom, leaving Telemachus bewildered as he watched. That was quick. He sat down on the bed, then flopped down against the mattress. He couldn’t help but feel like he just… enlightened something within his boyfriend.
In less than a minute, Antinous was out. Telemachus didn’t have time to pack his usual robes, so he had settled for a silk pajama set.
Oh. He looks nice.
The clothes were undeniably small on Antinous. Despite the top being long-sleeved, a whole third of his arm poked out, and the fabric looked tight around his armpits.
The shirt didn’t even cover half of his abdomen. He didn’t button it up, thankfully, leaving the sunkissed skin of his abs fully visible in the warm light of their suite. They also revealed his well-shaped collar-bones, strong pecs, oh, and he couldn’t help the way his eyes seemed to zero in on the hint of small, brown nipples that were practically begging to be–
“So? What do you think?” Antinous asked, smugness seeping into his voice.
Telemachus scrunched his face up, not wanting to give the brute any satisfaction. “They’re too small on you.”
“Too small on me? Really? I couldn’t tell by the way you were just ogling my chest just now–”
Telemachus made it a mission to look everywhere but the man’s face. Which meant looking down, way down, at his pants.
Telemachus’s eyes widened slightly. The silk pants, a deep, shimmering blue, were stretched taut across Antinous’s muscular thighs, clinging to every contour. And, well, they left little to the imagination. A very noticeable bulge strained against the delicate fabric, emphasizing Antinous’s… assets in a way that made Telemachus’s blush come back with a vengeance. And, gods, the way the material stretched across his backside, highlighting the curve of his–
“My eyes are up here, wolfie.”
“Shut up, Antinous!”
Somehow, Telemachus got the feeling that they were going to be wearing these clothes for a while, and having them taken off for even longer than that.