“Hey - no making fun of the underwear!” Kyle complained. “Anything more than this shows. Or creases in weird and uncomfortable places. Or both. I’m usually more of a boxer-briefs guy, but then I’m usually wearing slightly looser pants. Those are the only pair of painted on jeans I own. Moving on - squash ravioli is, in fact, awesome and I’m totally going to cook it for you someday and you’ll love it. I promise. Okay - that’s another question before I move onto Paris… Do you cook? Can you cook? I expect an answer - and Paris because it’s Paris. I’ve actually never been and who doesn’t love the idea of France and the city of love?” he asked, taking another sip of his drink. He could feel the first vestiges of an alcohol buzz and wondered if Adam really understood quite how little Kyle could hold his drink. It’d be funny for him to find out.
“I will give you creases, but who cares if it shows? Plus, these are hot.” Adam pulled at them again just to tease. “I love those jeans. It’s like they were made to be stared at.” He smiled and settled more “Can you cook? I can’t - I mean nothing good or real. Things like nachos. And poptarts and grilled cheese. I make an awesome grilled cheese.” He leaned in and kissed Kyle lightly. “I guess...I never thought about it. I don’t speak French.”
“Who cares if it… Adam, you don’t wear jeans like those to not leave anything to the imagination. You do, in fact, totally wear jeans like those to be stared at. And one of the things you’re meant to want people thinking is ‘I wonder how the hell he wears anything under there’, which is usually followed by the thought of ‘maybe he can’t wear anything under there’. Which leads fairly inevitably to ‘oh god’ and the loss of some brain cells. That’s kinda the point.” Which, given Harry had bought them for times they went out together, had resulted in Harry using Kyle to show off. Relegating him to arm candy. Which he had considered fun and sweet at first, but had become cloying and restrictive several months ago. It was refreshing to actually be able to reclaim the point of the pants. “I can cook,” Kyle confirmed. “In fact, I love to cook. I could teach you, if you would be interested,” he offered, returning the kiss. “Though I couldn’t teach you French. I don’t speak it either. But I don’t speak Italian and I’ve been to Italy, so I figure it’s not a huge deal.”
“Okay, fair point. I was well into that thought process when I saw them. I’m kinda upset I didn’t get to take them off.” Adam smiled a little, ducking his fingers under the waistband of Kyle’s underwear. “So Paris and cooking lessons,” he said with a nod before taking another sip of his drink. “You’re gonna class me up aren’t you?”
As Adam continued to toy with his underwear, Kyle shucked down the bed a little, laying himself out in a half sitting, half lying position, which gave Adam maximum access to him. “Maybe you’ll get another chance,” he suggested, sipping at the whiskey. It didn’t burn so much now, he figured he was getting used to the taste. “‘Class you up’?” he asked. “I… Don’t know. You don’t have to take me up on anything. I just thought it could be fun.”