Stuff in this fic: pheromone stuff, gnc!reader but that's not too important, aliens not used to humans and especially not human affection, he totally freaks out at the slighted bit of tension between you
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The date movie night had been going well. He rarely relaxes around you, but the movie he picked out was something without subtitles in your language so he got to explain the entire plot for you.
When you got up for a restroom break and snack refills. He finally let out a sigh of relief. You leaning against him like that.. limbs pressed together... Goddd what he would've given up to get a chance to just reach over and touch you. He bets your skin would be as nice against his as he imagined probably even better.
He quickly had to put a pin in that thought. Something for him to unpack later when you arent just in the other room. He quickly got up to go to the bathroom himself.
Meanwhile, you were pouring yourself some more soda for yourself.
You noticed a little spilled onto the counter so you went to reach for a napkin, miscalculated a bit, and got the sticky drink all over your shirt and the counter. How lovely.
Letting out an annoyed groan, you wiped up the mess you made on the counter that began dripping onto the floor. When you were done with that you had to deal with your shirt.
With that, an idea popped into your head. His uniform looks the exact same as yours, if not for it being a bit bigger. Maybe he wouldn't mind, might even think you look good in it! Maybe he'd look good in you!
You didn't wanna run all the way back to your place just for a shirt, but you certainly couldn't keep wearing the soaked one you've got on.
Anyways, you stop in his bedroom and borrow a shirt, slipping yours into his laundry.
Making your way back to the living room, you start second guessing yourself. Shit. What if he's not cool with you wearing one of his shirts? Would he be pissed?? Why are you only ever confident in theory but never in practice???
By the time you're in the room with him he just stared. Staring at his shirt. Shoot. Was he not okay with it? "I uh, spilled soda on my shirt. Kinda stole yours, is that okay?" A second or two passed before he snapped out of his shirt induced trance. Lightly clearing his throat, he spoke up "uhm. Yeah, I don't mind,,, let's just get back to the movie!"
You were just glad he didn't snap at you for it. Not that he's the type to do that, it's just that your brain made you think otherwise.
With that, you plopped back down on the couch. Cozying up to him to finish the last half of the movie.
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You may not be able to smell what he is smelling, but you're now just utterly covered in him. You, there, in his shirt, pressed up against him, making it impossible for him to concentrate on explaining the movie. Even though he's watched it plenty of times now he knows the plot by heart.
This could've broken him honestly. Between you and everything you've been doing. It's difficult to keep from assuming it's on purpose. How can a single person just... utterly wreck him just by wearing his clothes.
He was barely hanging on. You were probably hanging on too tight. How haven't you noticed the tent growing in his pajama pants (you have BTW, just haven't mentioned it, don't wanna assume ig) ? His eyes Lazer focused on the movie, using it as a lifeline to keep him from possibly slipping up.
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A while later, between the climax and the ending, he ever so cautiously slips his arm across the back of the couch behind you. You scoot a bit closer so your thighs press the other's.
You're driving him crazy. Unintentionally or not, he needs to do something.
Finally breaking his stare with the TV, he glances down at you. Leans in a bit. "Thanks for watching this movie with me.. I know this stuff isn't really your thing." He thanks.
"I don't mind. It's nice to see what kinda stuff you're into." You reply.
A beat of silence.
He glances down at your lips then back up at your eyes. He clears his throat again. He really wants to say something, anything, but seeing you like this; So comfortably leaning against him, and this close. He just can't think properly right now.
"You okay?" You ask
He looks away a moment. Snapping out of the little trance he was in He responds. "yeah.. I just wanted to say you can keep the shirt. Looks better on you anyways." He says, moving a bit away.
"The uh, movie. I spaced out for a minute. Sorry." He said, trying to redirect his focus again.
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The movie finishes pretty uneventful after that, he finishes explaining the parts he failed to fill you in on and you head back to your quarters.
As soon as your gone he makes a break for his room.
Slipping out of his pj pants and boxers he lays in his bed. Being so close to someone so hot for that long could have drove him insane. It almost did.
