Stolen Jeans
Title: Stolen Jeans
Pairing: wiL/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nick wears wiL’s jeans.
Warnings: Language and obvious man love.
Author: Me, Amy. *waves*
A/N: Ok so I joined this comm a few days ago and basically it just hasn’t been updated lately and I want to rectify that! I dunno if anyone is still out there following this comm but if you are I hope you like this and comments are appreciated!
Also I’m just going to type wiL as Wil, it’s so much easier!
Jeans are a funny thing, all they are is denim stitched together. That’s it, and yet they are like a staple part of our lives. Everyone is the world wears jeans.
They are so complex too; skinny, hula, boyfriend, straight etc. They can be long or short or blue or black, even yellow or pink. But no matter what you have some in your wardrobe, maybe four or five pairs. But you have a favourite. Let’s be honest, there are some that are just too tight, they make you look fabulous but make you feel like your legs are about to fall off what with limited blood circulation. Then there are those which seemed like a good idea at the time and are extremely comfortable but it turns out if you don’t wear a belt then everyone’s going to see your underwear, and no matter what anyone says, that is not cool.
But there’s one pair, your favourite. They fit like a dream they make your behind look like it was sculptured by the heavens and when you walk in them you feel all eyes on you, and for once, in a good way.
It would help of course if these jeans belonged to you, and not your best friend and band mate who you may or may not be in love with.
Nick gets up every morning and nine times out of ten he’ll wear some jeans, just any old pair really, he’s not fussy. But one day in early 2010 he and his band mates are on the road and all his jeans are dirty or, in other cases, ripped. That’s a problem, it’s cold and the only other thing he has is a pair of shorts.
“Just borrow mine,” Wil says as he’s getting dressed himself. “Seriously, I don’t give a crap Nick. Just don’t shit in them.”
Nick scowls at that, he does not shit himself. Well, apart form that one time.
“Which pair?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
So he picks a pair. And it is random, it’s so random that it’s like fate itself had him pick these jeans.
Nick’s a bit sceptical at first. Wil is a bit taller than him; they would probably be far too long causing him too look even shorter than he already did. The most obvious solution would just be to borrow Angel’s because they’re similar sizes but of course he wasn’t going to offer Nick anything and wearing anything of Jake’s would just make him look ridiculous. So he pulls them on.
Up goes the zipper and he fastens the button. They do fit. They fit very very well.
Nick looks in the mirror, staring at himself. They look good. They look very very good.
Jake walks past him and watches him staring at himself in mirror. “Nick? What are you doing?”
Nick turns to look at the drummer, and with a dead serious expression on his face he asks; “does my bum look big in these?”
It takes all of Jake’s will power to not burst into tears of laughter right then and there, but he’s not really one for ridiculing. Instead he just shakes his head and mentions they have to leave for their gig in a couple of hours.
So they play, they play a typical show. Nothings different really, they might have changed the order of a few songs from the night before but it’s the same.
Except it isn’t. Well for Nick it isn’t, he practically glides around the stage, prancing about in Wil’s jeans. And when they get back to the hotel and Wil takes all of Nick’s clothes to get washed the younger man almost pouts.
The next day however he pulls Wil’s jeans back on, much to the confusion of the owner. “Why are you wearing those? I got your stuff washed.”
“Oh did you?” Nick asks, trying to pretend he doesn’t know, “well, I’ve put these on now.”
“Right,” Wil falls onto his bed. “I’m taking a nap.”
“We just woke up.”
“I didn’t sleep well.”
“Oh, ok,” Nick walks out of their room, in search of Jake and Angel, hoping to get some kind of breakfast. He walks into their room, seeing Jake sat on his bed reading and hearing Angel signing to himself in the bathroom under the shower head.
Jake looks up from his book, staring at Nick. “Are you wearing Wil’s jeans again?”
“Yeah,” Nick shrugs. “What of it?”
“Does he know?”
“Yes.”
“And he doesn’t mind?”
“No,” Nick frowned. “Why would he?”
“I dunno, it’s just wearing another person’s jeans,” Jake shrugs. “Kind of intimate.”
“Well thank you Dr. Love.”
“I’m just saying,” Jake says as Angel comes out of the bathroom. “Are you sure that your just wearing those because there comfortable?”
“What are we talking about?” Angel asks, running a towel through his hair. “Nick’s crush on Wil?”
“What?” Nick squeaks. “I do not fancy Wil!”
“Dude its ok,” Angel replies. “He totally likes you back.”
Jake nods. “I dunno why you two don’t just fuck already.”
“Ok first of all you two are the last people on earth I’d go to about any relationship advice and second of all I do not fancy Wil!” Nick says sternly, so much so he almost convinces himself.
“Then why are you wearing his jeans?” Angel asks, getting back to the heart of the matter.
“Because they are comfortable,” Nick says, now feeling slightly like the other two are ganging up on him.
“Ok then,” Jake says, opening up his laptop. “Where are they from? I’ll order you a pair for yourself.”
“What? No!” Nick rolls his eyes. “I don’t have enough money to buy jeans, I can barely afford food!”
“I’ll buy them for you,” Jake shrugs. “Angel buys all my food.”
“No,” Nick pouts. “I don’t what you to buy me anything.”
“Isn’t it better to have your own pair then wearing Wil’s?” Angel asks, smiling sweetly as Nick just stutters. “You love him,” he says in a sing song voice.
“I do not love Wil!” Nick yells, stomping out of the room and practically dying of shame when he opens the door finding Wil stood there. “Er, hi!”
“Hi,” Wil says back, clearly looking puzzled. He hands Nick his mobile which he left in their room. “Your phone rang.”
“Thanks,” Nick said taking the phone.
Wil walks back down the hallway into their own room as Nick just stands there, not even bothering with the person on the other end of the phone.
“So Nick,” Angel says. “You don’t fancy Wil?”
Nick glares at him, “shut up.”
***
Nick creeps back into his and Wil’s room an hour later, trying to be quiet in case the other man did fall asleep.
“It’s ok,” Wil mumbles from his place on his bed. “I’m not asleep.”
“Oh,” Nick shuts the door. “Ok.”
“And by the way,” Wil continues. “You can keep my jeans.”
“But their yours,” Nick frowns.
Wil sits up, making Nick notice that the singer is wearing one of his shirts. “I’ll trade you my jeans for your t-shirt.”
“Er,” Nick smiles, “ok.”
Wil smiles cheekily, “you fancy me don’t you?”
“No!” Nick says a little too quickly making the older man laugh.
“That’s ok, I fancy you too.”
“Oh,” Nick replies, looking down at the floor, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“Hey Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“Want to trade our underwear?”
Pairing: wiL/Nick
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Nick wears wiL’s jeans.
Warnings: Language and obvious man love.
Author: Me, Amy. *waves*
A/N: Ok so I joined this comm a few days ago and basically it just hasn’t been updated lately and I want to rectify that! I dunno if anyone is still out there following this comm but if you are I hope you like this and comments are appreciated!
Also I’m just going to type wiL as Wil, it’s so much easier!
Jeans are a funny thing, all they are is denim stitched together. That’s it, and yet they are like a staple part of our lives. Everyone is the world wears jeans.
They are so complex too; skinny, hula, boyfriend, straight etc. They can be long or short or blue or black, even yellow or pink. But no matter what you have some in your wardrobe, maybe four or five pairs. But you have a favourite. Let’s be honest, there are some that are just too tight, they make you look fabulous but make you feel like your legs are about to fall off what with limited blood circulation. Then there are those which seemed like a good idea at the time and are extremely comfortable but it turns out if you don’t wear a belt then everyone’s going to see your underwear, and no matter what anyone says, that is not cool.
But there’s one pair, your favourite. They fit like a dream they make your behind look like it was sculptured by the heavens and when you walk in them you feel all eyes on you, and for once, in a good way.
It would help of course if these jeans belonged to you, and not your best friend and band mate who you may or may not be in love with.
Nick gets up every morning and nine times out of ten he’ll wear some jeans, just any old pair really, he’s not fussy. But one day in early 2010 he and his band mates are on the road and all his jeans are dirty or, in other cases, ripped. That’s a problem, it’s cold and the only other thing he has is a pair of shorts.
“Just borrow mine,” Wil says as he’s getting dressed himself. “Seriously, I don’t give a crap Nick. Just don’t shit in them.”
Nick scowls at that, he does not shit himself. Well, apart form that one time.
“Which pair?”
“Doesn’t matter.”
So he picks a pair. And it is random, it’s so random that it’s like fate itself had him pick these jeans.
Nick’s a bit sceptical at first. Wil is a bit taller than him; they would probably be far too long causing him too look even shorter than he already did. The most obvious solution would just be to borrow Angel’s because they’re similar sizes but of course he wasn’t going to offer Nick anything and wearing anything of Jake’s would just make him look ridiculous. So he pulls them on.
Up goes the zipper and he fastens the button. They do fit. They fit very very well.
Nick looks in the mirror, staring at himself. They look good. They look very very good.
Jake walks past him and watches him staring at himself in mirror. “Nick? What are you doing?”
Nick turns to look at the drummer, and with a dead serious expression on his face he asks; “does my bum look big in these?”
It takes all of Jake’s will power to not burst into tears of laughter right then and there, but he’s not really one for ridiculing. Instead he just shakes his head and mentions they have to leave for their gig in a couple of hours.
So they play, they play a typical show. Nothings different really, they might have changed the order of a few songs from the night before but it’s the same.
Except it isn’t. Well for Nick it isn’t, he practically glides around the stage, prancing about in Wil’s jeans. And when they get back to the hotel and Wil takes all of Nick’s clothes to get washed the younger man almost pouts.
The next day however he pulls Wil’s jeans back on, much to the confusion of the owner. “Why are you wearing those? I got your stuff washed.”
“Oh did you?” Nick asks, trying to pretend he doesn’t know, “well, I’ve put these on now.”
“Right,” Wil falls onto his bed. “I’m taking a nap.”
“We just woke up.”
“I didn’t sleep well.”
“Oh, ok,” Nick walks out of their room, in search of Jake and Angel, hoping to get some kind of breakfast. He walks into their room, seeing Jake sat on his bed reading and hearing Angel signing to himself in the bathroom under the shower head.
Jake looks up from his book, staring at Nick. “Are you wearing Wil’s jeans again?”
“Yeah,” Nick shrugs. “What of it?”
“Does he know?”
“Yes.”
“And he doesn’t mind?”
“No,” Nick frowned. “Why would he?”
“I dunno, it’s just wearing another person’s jeans,” Jake shrugs. “Kind of intimate.”
“Well thank you Dr. Love.”
“I’m just saying,” Jake says as Angel comes out of the bathroom. “Are you sure that your just wearing those because there comfortable?”
“What are we talking about?” Angel asks, running a towel through his hair. “Nick’s crush on Wil?”
“What?” Nick squeaks. “I do not fancy Wil!”
“Dude its ok,” Angel replies. “He totally likes you back.”
Jake nods. “I dunno why you two don’t just fuck already.”
“Ok first of all you two are the last people on earth I’d go to about any relationship advice and second of all I do not fancy Wil!” Nick says sternly, so much so he almost convinces himself.
“Then why are you wearing his jeans?” Angel asks, getting back to the heart of the matter.
“Because they are comfortable,” Nick says, now feeling slightly like the other two are ganging up on him.
“Ok then,” Jake says, opening up his laptop. “Where are they from? I’ll order you a pair for yourself.”
“What? No!” Nick rolls his eyes. “I don’t have enough money to buy jeans, I can barely afford food!”
“I’ll buy them for you,” Jake shrugs. “Angel buys all my food.”
“No,” Nick pouts. “I don’t what you to buy me anything.”
“Isn’t it better to have your own pair then wearing Wil’s?” Angel asks, smiling sweetly as Nick just stutters. “You love him,” he says in a sing song voice.
“I do not love Wil!” Nick yells, stomping out of the room and practically dying of shame when he opens the door finding Wil stood there. “Er, hi!”
“Hi,” Wil says back, clearly looking puzzled. He hands Nick his mobile which he left in their room. “Your phone rang.”
“Thanks,” Nick said taking the phone.
Wil walks back down the hallway into their own room as Nick just stands there, not even bothering with the person on the other end of the phone.
“So Nick,” Angel says. “You don’t fancy Wil?”
Nick glares at him, “shut up.”
***
Nick creeps back into his and Wil’s room an hour later, trying to be quiet in case the other man did fall asleep.
“It’s ok,” Wil mumbles from his place on his bed. “I’m not asleep.”
“Oh,” Nick shuts the door. “Ok.”
“And by the way,” Wil continues. “You can keep my jeans.”
“But their yours,” Nick frowns.
Wil sits up, making Nick notice that the singer is wearing one of his shirts. “I’ll trade you my jeans for your t-shirt.”
“Er,” Nick smiles, “ok.”
Wil smiles cheekily, “you fancy me don’t you?”
“No!” Nick says a little too quickly making the older man laugh.
“That’s ok, I fancy you too.”
“Oh,” Nick replies, looking down at the floor, a blush creeping up on his cheeks.
“Hey Nick?”
“Yeah?”
“Want to trade our underwear?”