Skinny Jeans I Bought For You (Jalex One-Shot)

"Hey, Jack," Rian says to me one morning. "Valentine’s Day is coming up soon." He raises his eyebrows suggestively.

"I know," I reply, keeping my eyes on Alex, who is standing in the kitchen with his back turned to us, oblivious to our conversation.

"Are you gonna…do anything?” Rian asks, nodding in the same direction that I’m staring. He knows I have a crush on Alex. He figured it out a while ago. Alex, however, is not so observant.

"Uh, yeah," I say. "I bought some jeans yesterday that I thought he’d like. He’d look really good in ‘em, too."

Rian makes a face. “Jeans? For Valentine’s Day?” he teases. “What happened to chocolate and flowers?”

"Skinny jeans and liquor is the new chocolate and flowers."

"As if we don’t already have enough liquor."

Alex sits down next to us on the couch, holding a donut. “You can never have too much liquor.”

I hope that’s all he heard, I think, turning to Rian. “See, Rian? I have Alex’s full support.”

"Yeah!" Alex yells, raising his fist. "May I ask what I’m supporting?"

"Another secret drawer of liquor."

Rian shakes his head, playing along. “We could use that drawer for so many more important things, Jack.”

"What’s more important than liquor?" Alex says. Rian opens his mouth to respond, but Alex cuts him off. "That’s right. Nothing. Case closed." He stands up as he finishes his donut. "I’m gonna go take a shower."

"Have fun," I call after him as he heads upstairs.

When he’s out of earshot, Rian turns to me, smirking. “You should jump in with him.”

I burst into laughter and hit his shoulder, covering my face so he can’t see me blush. “I hate you.”

"You want to, don’t you? You could. And then afterwards you give him the jeans so he can wear them today."

I laugh harder. “Stop it!”

"I’m not joking!" he says, grinning. "Go, before it’s too late!"

"As if he’s never going to take another shower," I mutter, standing up. "If you insist."

"Wait, you’re actually going up there? Seriously?"

I rest my head against the wall, still laughing. “I thought you said you weren’t joking!”

"Well…."

I turn back to him and hold my hands up in surrender. “You know what? I’m going up there anyways. You win.”

"You don’t have to—"

"No, you insisted." I make my way to the stairs and wave at him. "Let’s see how this works out."

Rian just laughs and covers his face with his hand.

I don’t know if I’ll actually jump into the shower with Alex. That might be too bold, and creeping him out won’t help my case much. I’m kind of just humoring Rian, but when I get to the top of the staircase, I look into the bedroom and see Alex digging through something.

Shit.

"Uh, that’s—mine," I say, rushing inside as he pulls a pair of gray jeans with an American flag pattern on them out of the shopping bag.

"What were these doing in the closet?" he asks, holding them up and examining them with interest.

"Uh…what were you doing in the closet?”