#(also 115 pounds for a white t-shirt good lord maison margiela )

[halestrom]

Trick or Treat? 🧟‍♂️

A trick!! An idea that popped into my head earlier today that I have zero plans to write except for this one snippet.

"Have you ever considered modeling?"

The comment gave Jake pause, and he turned, raising an eyebrow at the man who had asked. If Jake was anywhere other than California, he'd consider the outfit to be garish, but, it was California and maybe his Pastor growing up was right about what he would find here. Nevermind he was stationed here.

"That work for you often?" Jake asked, crossing his arms over his chest, letting himself see past the bright clothing. The man wasn't unattractive, but Jake had been with hotter men.

"What?" the man asked, before he frowned and to Jake's delight, something Javy lamented about since most people didn't find joy in others discomfort, flushed. "Oh, um. No. I wasn't hitting on you. It's um. I'm an fashion designer."

Jake snorted. "Are you now?" he asked, giving the man a once over. "Sure."

The man rolled his eyes and stepped forward, holding out his hand. "Bradley Bradshaw."

"How much you pay for that fake ID?" Jake asked, shaking the hand. "McLovin' might've been a better option."

The flat glare he got in response had Jake smiling a little wider. "Ha. Ha. Ha." Jake could hear the periods. "Look, seriously. You have great cheekbones, your shoulder to waist ratio is perfect and you're the kind of symmetrical that will get people yelling about photoshop. I could think of a dozen photographers who would love to work with you."

It was the weirdest way Jake had ever been complimented and he crossed his arms, trying to hide how into it he suddenly was. "Wow, you really know how to treat a guy," he said, keeping his voice flat.

Bradley, if that was his name and Jake was still holding out on that being real, rolled his eyes. "Look, whatever you're wearing is great. Levi's are a timeless classic for a reason and is that a Maison Margiela? I love their jersey line with the reinforced neck."

"Hanes," Jake said, before Bradley could continued, getting a dumbfounded look. He waved at his shirt. "Hanes. Five pack from Walmart."

"No the fuck it is not." Bradley now looked offended.

"...yes, it is?"

Bradley stepped forward, grabbing Jake by the shoulder and leaning over him, close enough Jake could smell some spicy aftershave that made him want to fucking swoon in like an dumbass from one of those books his sisters told him about. "What the fuck. It's Hanes."

"Why do you sound so offended?"

"It looks good! It shouldn't look good. Did you get it tailored?"

"No," Jake replied, which made Bradley scowl. Now Jake was offended. "I'm having a hard time taking fashion advice from someone who looks like a kindergarten room full of children was let loose in the paint aisle."

"I need to get you out of those--"

"--I thought it wasn't a come on--"

"--and into something of mine."

"Bradley! Hangman!"

Both turned, and Jake raised his eyebrows when he spotted Maverick wandering over, a bright grin on his face. "You two know each other?" he asked, coming to a stop.

"No," they said at the same time.

"I was just leaving," Jake said, sketching Mav a two finger salute. "See you tomorrow, Pops. Bradshaw."

With that, he turned and left before Bradley fucking Bradshaw, since apparently that was gonna be his real name since he knew Mav, could make another offer about his clothes. Jake liked his clothes.