The Suit Fitting – Part 2: Final Fitting
Gay Stories·EN·2 min read·Published 2026-11-07, updated 2026-11-07·Part 2 of 2
The suit was finished on a Friday.
Oliver stood in the long mirror and could not speak. It was navy, subtly lustrous, cut close at the shoulder and easy at the waist. It moved when he moved. It made him look like a man who knew exactly where he was going.
"It's perfect," he said.
"It is yours."
"I don't want to take it off."
"You must. I have to press it."
Oliver slipped out of the jacket. Their hands brushed as Rahul took it. Neither pulled away. The shop was silent: the assistant had gone home, the lights in the street window had dimmed. Only the brass lamp burned, throwing a warm circle across the floor.
"The wedding is tomorrow," said Oliver.
"I know."
"Will you come?"
Rahul's hand paused on the lapel. "I wasn't invited."
"I'm inviting you. As my plus one."
"I'm the tailor."
"You're the reason I'm going."
A long silence. A bus hissed past on the wet street. Rahul put down the jacket and turned slowly, brown eyes grave.
"Can I ask you something?" he said.
"Yes."
"May I take one more measurement?"
"Of what?"
"Whether you would let me kiss you."
Oliver laughed, shakily. "Yes. And if I say stop, you must make me a second suit."
"A very expensive punishment."
"I'll suffer."
Rahul kissed him, gentle and sure, a hand rising to adjust his collar and then cup his jaw. Oliver kissed him back, long and warm, tasting of tea and peppermint. The lamp glowed gold. The cloth bolts stood like patient witnesses around them.
When they parted, both of them were smiling.
"Green?" asked Rahul.
"Green," said Oliver. "Very green."
Rahul went to the wedding in a charcoal suit he had made himself. In the photographs, the two of them stand side by side, the best-dressed men in the room.
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