Best Jeans Ever
Title: Best Jeans Ever
Author: mechante_fille
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom: Original
Wordcount: 1467
Warnings: none
David turned around in the tiny plywood dressing room, checking out his ass in the jeans his friend Abby had sent him in to try on. She'd had to drag him to the charity thrift store, but it wasn't the trash heap he thought it would be. He'd picked up a great old Pete Seeger CD and these jeans were actually pretty great. If he saw his ass framed in these jeans across a crowded bar, he'd approach himself. Perfect.
When he got the jeans home, David rummaged up enough other dirty clothes to run a full load. As the tub filled, he emptied pockets and added items the rising water. When he got to the new jeans he checked those pockets too, just in case. He hadn't actually expected to find anything. People washed stuff before donating them, didn't they?
The small scrap of paper wouldn't have ruined his clothes, at least, though he was still annoyed with the person who'd donated the jeans and the people running the thrift shop. He put the paper aside on the counter to bring to the recycle bin in the kitchen and finished preparing the wash.
David didn't read the paper until the next day. He'd seen it when he switched the load, and when he'd pulled it out of the dryer to fold and put away, but each time he'd has his hands full, and had meant to come right back for it. So when it was still there when he happened past the next day, he made sure to grab it and bring it to the kitchen. He hadn't planned to read it. But one word caught his eye: Loving.
It turned out to be some guy's last name. Terrence Loving. It was written below three large letters: I.O.U. Intrigued, David wondered what the owner of the jeans had done for Terrence to get an IOU. The paper did not say what was owed. It also didn't say to whom it was owed. David turned the paper over and saw that it was actually a narrow receipt. The name of a local diner was printed in pale blue and most of the rest of the print was faded. He was surprised to find that the jeans had belonged to someone in his own community. He had thought the thrift stores shared stuff around, making it less likely you'd run into someone while wearing their old clothes. He wondered who had owned them. And why they'd give up such perfect jeans and whatever they were promised with the handwritten coupon. Intrigued, David slipped the receipt in his wallet.
He did nothing for several weeks. But one day downtown, he was standing at just the right place for several store windows to reflect back to him his own ass, framed in those fabulous second-hand jeans. The IOU started to burn in his wallet.
Terrence Loving was an easy man to find, after all. Loving Furniture Restoration, Terrence Loving, Proprietor was the first hit on the search engine on his smart phone. The business was in the next town over and had hours posted on their website. David clicked through the many before and after pictures of various antiques without finding one with Mr. Loving. The about page said it was a third generation business, which was somewhat interesting. The small logo at the bottom of the page indicating the business belonged to the regional LGBT Chamber of Commerce was more interesting. They also had a small sales floor. David was suddenly very interested in shopping for antique furniture. If he hurried, he could get there before the store closed.
The storefront was very small. There was a small reception area with three upholstered chairs grouped around a low table. A wooden counter with a bell and antique cash register stood behind the chairs. A raised wood floor took up the rest of the space, displaying beautiful furniture arranged as if in a room in a home, complete with several small rugs in dark jewel tones.
David stepped up to the counter and rang the bell. "Be with you in a minute!" a voice called, followed by, "have a look around. Or have a seat. There are cookies." David looked and sure enough, a tin of cookies sat on the low table near the door. Closer inspection proved them to be almond cookies. Mmm.
The wait wasn't long enough for David to make a total pig of himself, though he was a bit distracted when a man finally pushed through the curtain behind the counter. The man with his dark hair and dark eyes behind black framed glasses and deeply tanned skin was equally distracting, like a Mediterranean dream. It was the sawdust in the man's hair that broke the spell and David smiled and approached the counter.
He was pretty sure the beautiful man had said something when he came in, but David didn't worry about that. "Are you Terrence Loving?"
"I'm Terry, yes. Can I help you?"
David had honestly planned to get a tour of the furniture before mentioning anything else, but his mouth chose a different tack. "David Cloutier. I believe you owe me something." He pulled his wallet out of his pocket to get the IOU.
"I'm sorry sir, did we do work for you? I can look you up in the computer and see-"
"No, no," David interrupted. "I mean this." He pulled out the IOU and set it on the counter between them.
Terry asked the expected question: "Where did you get this?" He looked shocked, possibly even a little horrified. David hadn't quite expected that.
"It was in the pocket of these jeans when I bought them. I think that makes me the new owner of the IOU, but I'm not sure what it is I'm owed." Terry continued to look a little sick at the news, and David was starting to feel bad about coming, but waited to see what Terry would say.
He came around the counter to get a closer look at David's jeans. David helpfully turned so Terry could see them from all angles.
"I … Sorry," Terry began, "I'm a little thrown. Those jeans belonged to my ex. The IOU, well, it was from better times. I'm … I'm not sure it is transferable. Or that you would want it even if it were."
David considered everything implied in that statement and how much better the view of Terrence Loving was without the counter between them. "I don't know anything about your ex or your relationship with him, but clearly the man is an idiot to give up these ass-perfecting jeans. I can only imagine his idiocy spread to include your relationship as well, especially if he never cashed in this coupon. I think I could do at least better than him in the role. Assuming a relationship is necessary to cash in the IOU?"
Terry looked stunned for a moment, then barked out a short laugh. Smiling, he looked down again at David's jeans, motioning with his hand for David to spin again, which he did slowly, watching Terry's face over his shoulder. Mm, yeah, the man saw the magic.
"All right, David" Terry said when David was facing front again. He stepped forward and placed his hands on David's chest, then leaned in and kissed him. He kept it light, just lips, but they were busy lips, moving and nipping a bit, brushing over David's. David's arms flew up around Terry and held him close even as the kiss ended, both men a little breathless.
When David could speak he asked. "Was that what the IOU was for? A kiss?"
Terry laughed, the sharp surprised laugh he'd done before, and pushed his face into David's shoulder. His eyes were sparkling when he looked up. "No, but a relationship is a prerequisite to getting one of my special blow jobs. The kiss is just a good start."
David jumped a little with sudden arousal. Well, parts of him jumped. "What, ah … what makes it special?"
Terry smirked, "You'll just have to wait to find out."
Until the relationship. Right. "So, are you free for dinner tonight?"
Terry stepped back, smiling brightly. It was a very good look on him. "Pick me up here at seven. And David? Wear those jeans. They do look amazing on your ass. They never fit my ex right." Terry paused, looking David up and down again. Then his smile changed subtly in a way that held great promise." I have a feeling I'm going to look a lot better on you, too."
David snagged Terry for one more kiss, then left to get ready. Before he drove away he looked down at his denim-clad legs. Yep, best jeans ever.
Author: mechante_fille
Rating: PG-13?
Fandom: Original
Wordcount: 1467
Warnings: none
David turned around in the tiny plywood dressing room, checking out his ass in the jeans his friend Abby had sent him in to try on. She'd had to drag him to the charity thrift store, but it wasn't the trash heap he thought it would be. He'd picked up a great old Pete Seeger CD and these jeans were actually pretty great. If he saw his ass framed in these jeans across a crowded bar, he'd approach himself. Perfect.
When he got the jeans home, David rummaged up enough other dirty clothes to run a full load. As the tub filled, he emptied pockets and added items the rising water. When he got to the new jeans he checked those pockets too, just in case. He hadn't actually expected to find anything. People washed stuff before donating them, didn't they?
The small scrap of paper wouldn't have ruined his clothes, at least, though he was still annoyed with the person who'd donated the jeans and the people running the thrift shop. He put the paper aside on the counter to bring to the recycle bin in the kitchen and finished preparing the wash.
David didn't read the paper until the next day. He'd seen it when he switched the load, and when he'd pulled it out of the dryer to fold and put away, but each time he'd has his hands full, and had meant to come right back for it. So when it was still there when he happened past the next day, he made sure to grab it and bring it to the kitchen. He hadn't planned to read it. But one word caught his eye: Loving.
It turned out to be some guy's last name. Terrence Loving. It was written below three large letters: I.O.U. Intrigued, David wondered what the owner of the jeans had done for Terrence to get an IOU. The paper did not say what was owed. It also didn't say to whom it was owed. David turned the paper over and saw that it was actually a narrow receipt. The name of a local diner was printed in pale blue and most of the rest of the print was faded. He was surprised to find that the jeans had belonged to someone in his own community. He had thought the thrift stores shared stuff around, making it less likely you'd run into someone while wearing their old clothes. He wondered who had owned them. And why they'd give up such perfect jeans and whatever they were promised with the handwritten coupon. Intrigued, David slipped the receipt in his wallet.
He did nothing for several weeks. But one day downtown, he was standing at just the right place for several store windows to reflect back to him his own ass, framed in those fabulous second-hand jeans. The IOU started to burn in his wallet.
Terrence Loving was an easy man to find, after all. Loving Furniture Restoration, Terrence Loving, Proprietor was the first hit on the search engine on his smart phone. The business was in the next town over and had hours posted on their website. David clicked through the many before and after pictures of various antiques without finding one with Mr. Loving. The about page said it was a third generation business, which was somewhat interesting. The small logo at the bottom of the page indicating the business belonged to the regional LGBT Chamber of Commerce was more interesting. They also had a small sales floor. David was suddenly very interested in shopping for antique furniture. If he hurried, he could get there before the store closed.
The storefront was very small. There was a small reception area with three upholstered chairs grouped around a low table. A wooden counter with a bell and antique cash register stood behind the chairs. A raised wood floor took up the rest of the space, displaying beautiful furniture arranged as if in a room in a home, complete with several small rugs in dark jewel tones.
David stepped up to the counter and rang the bell. "Be with you in a minute!" a voice called, followed by, "have a look around. Or have a seat. There are cookies." David looked and sure enough, a tin of cookies sat on the low table near the door. Closer inspection proved them to be almond cookies. Mmm.
The wait wasn't long enough for David to make a total pig of himself, though he was a bit distracted when a man finally pushed through the curtain behind the counter. The man with his dark hair and dark eyes behind black framed glasses and deeply tanned skin was equally distracting, like a Mediterranean dream. It was the sawdust in the man's hair that broke the spell and David smiled and approached the counter.
He was pretty sure the beautiful man had said something when he came in, but David didn't worry about that. "Are you Terrence Loving?"
"I'm Terry, yes. Can I help you?"
David had honestly planned to get a tour of the furniture before mentioning anything else, but his mouth chose a different tack. "David Cloutier. I believe you owe me something." He pulled his wallet out of his pocket to get the IOU.
"I'm sorry sir, did we do work for you? I can look you up in the computer and see-"
"No, no," David interrupted. "I mean this." He pulled out the IOU and set it on the counter between them.
Terry asked the expected question: "Where did you get this?" He looked shocked, possibly even a little horrified. David hadn't quite expected that.
"It was in the pocket of these jeans when I bought them. I think that makes me the new owner of the IOU, but I'm not sure what it is I'm owed." Terry continued to look a little sick at the news, and David was starting to feel bad about coming, but waited to see what Terry would say.
He came around the counter to get a closer look at David's jeans. David helpfully turned so Terry could see them from all angles.
"I … Sorry," Terry began, "I'm a little thrown. Those jeans belonged to my ex. The IOU, well, it was from better times. I'm … I'm not sure it is transferable. Or that you would want it even if it were."
David considered everything implied in that statement and how much better the view of Terrence Loving was without the counter between them. "I don't know anything about your ex or your relationship with him, but clearly the man is an idiot to give up these ass-perfecting jeans. I can only imagine his idiocy spread to include your relationship as well, especially if he never cashed in this coupon. I think I could do at least better than him in the role. Assuming a relationship is necessary to cash in the IOU?"
Terry looked stunned for a moment, then barked out a short laugh. Smiling, he looked down again at David's jeans, motioning with his hand for David to spin again, which he did slowly, watching Terry's face over his shoulder. Mm, yeah, the man saw the magic.
"All right, David" Terry said when David was facing front again. He stepped forward and placed his hands on David's chest, then leaned in and kissed him. He kept it light, just lips, but they were busy lips, moving and nipping a bit, brushing over David's. David's arms flew up around Terry and held him close even as the kiss ended, both men a little breathless.
When David could speak he asked. "Was that what the IOU was for? A kiss?"
Terry laughed, the sharp surprised laugh he'd done before, and pushed his face into David's shoulder. His eyes were sparkling when he looked up. "No, but a relationship is a prerequisite to getting one of my special blow jobs. The kiss is just a good start."
David jumped a little with sudden arousal. Well, parts of him jumped. "What, ah … what makes it special?"
Terry smirked, "You'll just have to wait to find out."
Until the relationship. Right. "So, are you free for dinner tonight?"
Terry stepped back, smiling brightly. It was a very good look on him. "Pick me up here at seven. And David? Wear those jeans. They do look amazing on your ass. They never fit my ex right." Terry paused, looking David up and down again. Then his smile changed subtly in a way that held great promise." I have a feeling I'm going to look a lot better on you, too."
David snagged Terry for one more kiss, then left to get ready. Before he drove away he looked down at his denim-clad legs. Yep, best jeans ever.