parker-edwards:
“no, actually, i don’t remember.” he chuckled. parker wasn’t at all in touch with the fashion world he just knew that chokers were a thing and also adidas clothing but that was about it. he really appreciated that last trend because he had always been a fan and liked how he could go to soccer practice and look aesthetic. “so you wear fishnets?” he asked not really wanting to think about how he would look in them. something about that was a huge turn on. “that’s hot.”
“what?” parker shot him a confuse look and froze in the pose he was in. he looked at his biceps and dropped his arms. “i wasn’t.” he shook his head which was probably true. he didn’t really do it consciously, it was just a reflex he had when he was around people he was attracted to. “why? were you looking at them?” he smirked.
"yah, they look great on me. they're super comfortable too." lars began, not even thinking about parker's obvious desire to tear said fishnets off his body. nah, the only thing on the iconic gay's mind was just how well he looked in them. "i've worn them to school before but i've been told to cover up. god, i instantly felt like all teenage and adolescent girls feel in school every day."
his lips pursed together as parker pretended not to notice what he was doing. it was cute, sure, but so last season. hell, it was so 30 years ago. "nah, but it's kinda hard not to look at them when you flexing like that. kinda distracting. so, where are those rolls i heard so much about?" he asked, looking around at their blank table that didn't even have drinks on it yet. in fact, they hadn't even seen their waiter yet. how unprofessional, the boy though.









