Page 103 of Knot That Serious

Beckett turned toward him with a matching suit—pants, jacket, bow tie, and all—with suede patches on the elbows. He’d never wear something like this, usually.

Jack’s eyes were downright glittering. “You absolutely fucking do. I need to see you in this.”

Beckett grumbled and spun on his heel, leading Jack to a different section of the store. Jack was giving him nothing, as Beckett turned with an arched brow and motioned to the rack expectantly. Jack seemed to have no problem standing there, covering his eyes without being told and hovering a hand over the clothes just like Beckett had done.

Beckett pursed his lips. “Fine, go,” he said.

Jack’s lips twitched, but he began walking slowly, waiting for Beckett to say…

“Stop,” Beckett called out.

Jack dropped his hand down to the hanger, and opened his eyes as he pulled it off the metal bar. Beckett’s own lips curled as he pictured Jack in the light blue, oversized blazer.

“You need pants,” Beckett declared, and led Jack to the next section. They repeated the process and Beckett outright laughed at the shiny, striped pants he ended up with.

“Shall we try these on?” Jack asked, rubbing a thumb over the material with a grin.

“Yes!” Beckett said, with far too much enthusiasm for someone who was mocking the whole idea just moments ago.

They got two tags from the attendant, but slipped into the same room together anyway. The lights surrounding the three mirrors weren’t as bright as he’d expected. There was a bench to the right and a bar on the back of the door to hang their clothes from.

They both fit comfortably, even in the plain stall. This was one of the places Beckett frequented for his regular suits, and it was his favorite for a reason.

“Alright,” Beckett said, gaze clashing with Jack’s. It suddenly hit him, how intimate the moment was. “I’m ready to see you in those pants,” he drawled, eying Jack’s frame.

Jack let his fingers drop to his waistband, opening his belt and pants before dropping them to the ground. He toed off his boots, too, and shoved them into the corner like a heathen.

Beckett’s eye twitched, and he lifted his hands to undo the buttons on his own shirt, shrugging it off and folding it in half before laying it on the bench. Jack followed his movements with his pretty hazel eyes and Beckett pointedly held his hand out at the material, presenting the correct way to do it.

Getting the hint, Jack smirked before he picked his pants up and haphazardly folded them before setting them on the bench as well.

“Thank you,” Beckett said primly, and reached behind him to hand Jack his new shiny pants.

“You know, this reminds me of Eli and I. We used to always go shopping together to find outfits to match the theme of our family reunions,” Jack said.

Beckett was learning that everything reminded Jack of Eli. Probably a side effect of being in love with her, or something.

“Really? What kind of themes?” It sounded too wholesome to be true.

“Uhh,” Jack hummed. “Last year was Hawaiian shirt themed.”

“You mean Hawaiian themed? Like a luau?”

“No, I mean the theme was literally Hawaiian shirts. Hibiscus flowers and palm fronds, all that. Eli made shirt-shaped cookies.”

“Oh my god,” Beckett said. “Did everyone love them?”

Jack beamed over at him. “Duh, it’s Eli. Our parents are about as corny as it gets. Eli and I had to find shirts to wear.”

“Did you pick them out for each other?”

Jack shook his head. “No, she wasn’t having it.”

“Maybe she had the right idea,” Beckett teased, and shucked his pants.

They dressed in the quiet, elbows brushing, material flying, grins on their lips.

Jack shimmied as he pulled the pants up, and Beckett had four views of the waistband getting caught beneath the shelf of his ass. He looked downright smug when Beckett’s gaze trailed back up.

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