I FIGURED OUT A FIX.

This was a request from my tumblr.

Didn't know how to write this, because it revolves around.... pants, but here we are.

☆ Summary. ☆

After never once relaxing enough to be comfortably out of his gear, "Bell" finally wears something comfortable. Adler just didn't expect the damn pants he chose to be so maddeningly distracting.

☆ Introduction. ☆

It was hardly often that any of them got a break long enough to truly relax in this hunt for Perseus. But that didn't stop any of them from dressing comfortably when they were in the safehouse. Except for "Bell." He wad always tense, on edge and always dressed like he was at risk of being ambushed at any moment, always wearing his gear. Adler figured it had something to do with the brainwashing, which was fine by him, he preferred the fact that "Bell" was always ready for anything. Meant Adler didn't have to worry too much about "Bell" letting his guard down and getting killed, because if "Bell" died, Adler would be less than pleased considering he'd have lost his biggest key to Perseus.

So it isn't often that Adler gets a glimpse of "Bell's" sense of style. Never really cared to see anyways. But when "Bell" walked out into the main area of the safehouse wearing pants like that, Adler was more grateful than ever for the aviators that covered his eyes, keeping most people from seeing where he was looking. Because without them, "Bell" would see that Adler couldn't stop staring at his ass. It wasn't Adler's fault. Sort of. The flare pants that "Bell" chose to wear were tighter in all the places above the knee, and looser beneath, accentuating his ass in a way Adler hardly believed possible, not to mention the design. It was complicated, too much all in one. Distracting.

But it reminded him of a peacock trying to impress a potential mate by flashing their pretty feathers, saying "look at me! Look at me!" And if Adler was a female peacock, he'd say "Bell's" flashy show was working. Although he didn't want to admit it. "Bell" was talking, but Adler wasn't listening, well, "Bell" was talking to Park, not him, so it didn't really matter, aside from the fact that Adler typically eavesdropped on any of all conversations of "Bell's." Couldn't trust them, not when he was agent of Perseus turned brainwashed CIA agent. At any moment, the tiniest thing could trigger his memory. So it wasn't abnormal for Adler to stare at "Bell."

But it was abnormal to find himself unable to look away, just as much as it was abnormal form him to be unable to stop staring at "Bell's" ass. Adler mindlessly messed with the radio, turning the audio dial back and forth, turning the volume up and down, up and down. It was probably annoying the entire safehouse, but Adler didn't even realize he was doing it. It felt like he was in a trance as he sat at that table, gaze zeroed in on "Bell's" perfect ass. Adler swallowed, he never realized how perfect it was. Whether others felt the same or not. Adler felt a bit of sweat forming on his neck as "Bell's" hips slightly moved. At this rate Adler was going to need to disappear to the bathroom for an hour. And to tell "Bell" not to wear those pants again.

Even though Adler loved them. He just loved them too much, and it was a distraction.