Under Pressure - Septiplier

Chapter Fifty Nine

A few hours later, Ethan walks in, Amy and Jack both perking up. Jack is excited to get out of here and finally go do something different. His routine feels oppressive when Mark isn't around to brighten him up a few times a day. He hurriedly gets out of his apron and hat, cleaning up again before coming back out front.

"Hey Jack, so I got you some clothes. It'll be good for this weather, and I just eyeballed your sizes, but everything should fit. I'm pretty good at stuff like this," Ethan said, setting a bag on the counter with a thunk. Jack raises a brow and takes the pack, heading to the restroom while Ethan orders a drink from Amy.

He locks the one person restroom behind himself and sets the bag on the counter, digging through it. It is immediately evident where the loud thump is coming from. Jack pulls out a pair of Dr. Martens, raising a brow at the boots. He digs further, pulling out some light blue, high-waisted skinny jeans, a button-up, and a cream sweater. He doesn't understand why Ethan put in two tops, so maybe Ethan wanted him to pick. Jack shoved the button-up back into the bag before beginning to change. He squirms out of his current jeans and tugs on the others, hopping and cursing to get them over his hips. After finally getting the button and zipper done, Jack takes a moment to look at the jeans. A blush rises in his cheeks as he realizes how well these fit him. He looks like a woman. They're tight at his waist, tugging it in, and he already had wide hips. These accentuate them entirely. He turns slightly, looking over his ass, and blushes further. Ethan is a god damn shopping genius.

Jack quickly changes his shirt to the sweater and then plops down, tugging on the Dr. Martens with some effort and quiet cursing over the plethora of laces he has to deal with. He eventually stands, shoving his old clothes into the bag and looking over the outfit in the mirror. Jack blushes. He definitely needs to send a picture to Felix. That boy always wanted to see him in the tightest jeans possible, and the shoes make it look even better. When Jack walks out, Ethan and Amy look over with evident excitement on both their faces.

"Where's the button-up?" Ethan asks, tilting his head to the side and looking over Jack.

"In the bag?"

Ethan and Amy laugh before Ethan says, "Jack, no, you put on the button-up, then put the sweater over it."

"Oh," Jack blushes, turning and going back into the restroom. He hurriedly changes before coming back out again, shifting with discomfort. "The collar is weird. It makes the sweater weird."

"Let me fix that," Ethan smiles and walks over, lifting his arms and carefully pulling out the collar of the shirt from beneath the sweater before doing the same with the cuffs at the wrists. He steps back and watches Jack with an appraising look before nodding to himself.

"I like the jeans," Jack mumbles, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves.

"I do too. Definitely keep those. They're hot," Amy tosses in from where she was leaning against the counter. Jack whines and hides behind the sweater paws he made.

"Your energy totally shifted with the outfit. Are you comfortable with it?" Ethan asks, voice quiet enough to hide the question from Amy. Jack chews on his lip before mentally slapping himself and nodding.

"I like it. It's just... so good that I'm kind of confused with what to do with myself?" Jack tries to explain, but to no avail.

"Continue to be your sexy Irish self, and we'll be fine," Ethan replies with a dismissive flap of his hand.

"Oi! Fuck off! I was born here, same as you!" Jack exclaims, shoving Ethan gently as the smaller guy cackles.

"Yeah, but nobody here says 'oi,'" he chortles, shouldering his bag. He turns and grabs the two to-go drinks, handing one to Jack. "Amy made your usual, now let's head out."