Fashion Forward

[finch]

“Robin, can you come here a moment? I need to ask you something.”

“Sure,” I replied, setting down the soldering iron and walking out into the living room. “What do you nee-Jesus Christ, are those leather pants?”

It was not at all unusual for Jian to look good – good enough that I still caught my breath looking at him sometimes, and I’d been interacting with him since I was a teenager. His eyes still shone like amber, his hair hung long and straight and soft, and dressed neatly despite my best attempts to explain “casual” to him. However, he usually wore loose trousers or, lately, jeans. Leather pants were a new look on him, and he looked good enough that my brain needed time to reboot before I trusted myself to say anything that wasn’t idiotic.

“I believe they are leather pants, yes,” Jian answered with his usual unperturbed tone.

“When did you buy leather pants?”

He pointed to a small stack of cardboard boxes near the door. “Those were delivered this morning. There’s a note from your mother with them about cleaning out your room.”

“So those are my old leather pants?” Looking more closely at the leather and less at his butt in the leather, I could see the wear marks from the boots and chains I used to wear. I’d almost forgotten about that phase.

“Do you want me to return them?”

I didn’t even have to think about it. “Haha, no, I don’t think I could get them on. I haven’t worn those since I was seventeen. Besides, you look better in them than I ever did.”

“I was hoping you wouldn’t mind. I find them somewhat more comfortable than the jeans you bought me.”

“You can wear those all day long, believe me,” I said before my brain caught up to my mouth. “Oh, geez, Jian, pretend I didn’t just say that.”

“Why?”

“Because I sound like a perverted old man?”

Jian laughed. “And what does that make me? The innocent young man you’re corrupting?”

“Something like that.” I had to laugh at the absurdity of the image too. I certainly was not going to be making Jian do anything he didn’t want to do any time soon. “I don’t suppose I could lure you back to the bedroom with candy?”

“What?”

“Never mind,” I told him. I looked him up and down one more time, wondering again how I’d lucked into such an amazing boyfriend. “I changed my mind, though. You probably shouldn’t wear those every day.”

“Why is that?” Jian asked.

“Because I can’t think, you look so good in them. I’d either be staring at your stupidly or dragging you into the bedroom every time I caught sight of you.”

“Is that so bad?”

“It is when it’s every day, yes.” I considered. “Yes, definitely should not be wearing those. I’d better get you out of them right away.”

Jian smiled smugly at me. “Well, if you think it’s for the best, I’ll go in the bedroom and take them off.”

I let him go past me, admiring the view of him in the pants one more time, then hurrying after him. “Wait! I’ll help!”

Mirrored from Jack-a-dreams.