a night to remember - [michio]

& god knows that it's a common misconception that I'm the only one for you --*

The luxuries of a wealthy life were rarely ever made available to Michio, considering his lifestyle and the meager living he scraped up for himself, but he occasionally got the chance to get a taste of them when a certain customer of his called him over. Anthony Starlin was rich, handsome, charming and not at all bad in bed, either. Michio enjoyed his company no matter what they were up to, and his affection for the man was more like that for a friend rather than just a customer. He liked the way the man pampered him and every time he was with Anthony he couldn't help feeling rather a lot like a fairy-tale character having gone from rags to riches. People with money lived such different lives. Michio was pretty sure that if Anthony were to ever set foot in his own run-down apartment the elder blonde would probably faint.

Still, it was fun being fitted for a suit. Michio had never really worn one, and if felt strange to be in one. The tailor working on him had complimented his slim frame and said that they would have him looking stunning in no time, and Michio wondered if this was how Cinderella had felt when the fairy godmother and changed her into a dress. Once he was actually in the suit, however, Michio couldn't help but feel oddly self-conscious. He had been wearing a pair of tight shredded jeans and a rather tight, plain white turtle-neck, trying not to look too slutty or too obviously a hooker. Being dressed now in a suit, even if it certainly was form-fitting, made Michio feel like a leopard missing its spots, looking far too proper than he really was. Still, he thanked the tailor as well as Anthony for the suit, not one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

As Anthony began to tell him the rules of their "date" Michio listened closely. They were all easy rules--although, he would have to stop himself from flirting with others, as he tended to do that more out of habit than anything else. Just to show he understood, he repeated the rules back to Anthony. "Got it. Don't flirt with strangers, --as if I could have eyes for anyone else with you around-- don't get drunk, and don’t play business-sidekick. Easy.”
He linked his fingers with Anthony’s as his hand was taken and stepped out of the car, smiling at him. “Such a gentleman, aren’t you.” he laughed as he followed after Anthony. The cameramen were yet another part of Anthony’s life Michio had no clue about, and as they were faced with flashing lights Michio couldn’t help but be a little nervous, and he stepped closer to Anthony, hanging onto his arm.

”Gosh, I feel famous.” Michio laughed it off, trying to at least appear confident. “Do you go through this all the time?” he'd seen things like this on TV before, but he'd never expected himself to be in such a position. He wondered if anyone he knew would see the pictures, though he doubted anyone he knew would recognize him while he wasn't wearing anything that showed off his body even more than a snug-fitting suit.