Pants

Julian burst into the room. “Your black Armani jeans. The same kind I’ve got. I want them. Now.”

Logan looked up from where he was reading and gave him an incredulous expression and narrowed his eyes before looking back at his book. “No, you can’t have my jeans.”

”Give me the pants, Logan, come on,” Julian clapped his hands commandingly as though that would compel the blond to move faster. 

It didn’t. Logan stayed sitting. “You have your own pair!”

“I outgrew them by a couple of inches—yours will be just the right size. I need the black jeans, I’m running off for a quick interview, give me your jeans, NOW!”

Logan glared at him. “I’m WEARING them, if you haven’t noticed.”

“Take them off.”

“What?!”

“Logan, I swear to god if you make me late to see Giuliana Rancic, I’m going to call up your father’s new girlfriend and tell her that you desperately want to go with her to a shopping spree.”

Logan groaned and got up, annoyed. “My god, you’re a pain, Jules.” He unbuckled his belt, rolling his eyes. “Pair of freaking pants…”

Julian smirked as he watched Logan get out of the pants and caught them as it got thrown to him. “Thank you!” he told the boy now standing in boxers, and Julian sounded so happy that Logan had to laugh a little.

“Whoa, hey, what’s with the yelling?” Derek asked as he arrived at the door, finding Julian grinning as he hopped into the pants and was about to leave. Logan followed him to the door, smirking, placing a hand on the doorposts. “What’s going on?” Derek demanded.

“Me getting into Logan’s pants,” Julian winked and flew off.