"Try these pants on." I said handing Edward some gray cargo pants.

He looked uncertain.

"Can you help me with umm… my zipper, it keeps getting stuck on me." He voiced

I gave him a I'm- not- buying- it face and smirked, moving my hands to the tops of his pants, more than willing to help him out. As I slowly unfasten his top bottom, he let out a breath. Then it was my turn to exhale.

There was no underwear waistline showing, just skin. I peeked through the small opening to find nothing but skin. My hands froze on the top of his jeans and my eye went straight to his in shock.

I couldn't believe Edward was going commando. I never thought Edward would have the guts to do something like that.

"You said you didn't want me wearing anymore cartoon clothing, the only clean boxers of mine were Tom and Jerry or Tasmanian devil so I didn't wear either." He explained.

I held back a moan and silently cursed my own self sabotage. There Edward was literally inches from me in a dressing room with nothing but a pair of blue jean pants between his member and me.

My hands gripped the zipper, and with a nervous gulp and a nod from Edward, I slowly started to peel the zipper down.

I could see what Edward meant about his zipper being trouble, for one, he was sporting a semi which never makes unzipping jeans easy and two, the jeans were so worn out the stupid zipped got stuck on me twice before I could actually unfasten them all the way down.

I could see some of his dark pubic hair from the small opening, but it was too dark to really see anything else. Nonetheless it was enough to excite me.

Shit!

Control yourself.

I quickly turned towards the wall to give Edward some privacy as he changed his pants.

"Thanks." His voiced low, as I worked on trying not to get aroused as the thought of being in a small room with a partly naked Edward.

"No problem." I mumbled against the cool wall, letting my forehead rest against it, hoping the cold surface would help cool me down.

I was definitely going to need a cold shower or a nice hand job later on.

Edward tapped my shoulder to let me know he was dressed. I turned back around and cringed. He was fully dressed but the damn cargo pants were a little on the loose side and sat low on his hips, much like his pj bottoms. I could see his sexy hip bones and part of his hair trail.

I needed to get out of the small space I was in or I would not be accountable for jumping Edward right there.

Fuck!

"Uh huh, I'm thirsty I'm going to get a drink. Why don't you try the rest on yourself and I 'll meet you in the waiting area when you're done." I said, feeling my forehead start to sweat and my jeans tighten on me.

I didn't wait to hear Edward's response. I left the dressing room casually and then bolted out the store to the food court for a very cold drink of water full of ice.

I headed to the bathroom with my drink in tow in went into the first vacant stall I could get. I took down my pants and boxers, standing over the toilet and then taking the top off of my ice-cold water I carefully poured it over my hard on.

I gasped and cringed at the painfully cold feeling but it seemed to do the trick and help rid me of my arousal, well, most of it anyway.

Though jerking off seem like a more appealing option, I was not about to do that in a germ filled, mall bathroom, where tons of people go in and out of throughout the day.

My manhood now had a pink tone thanks to the icy water and was cold to the touch. I carefully tucked it back into my boxers and pulled my jeans back up, fastening them before heading over to the bathroom sink and splashing some cold water in my face as well.

Note to self: Never agree to go clothes shopping with Edward again.