John's not heard of designer jeans - how is that going to be much different from normal jeans? - but also there's going to be cum on it now which might be worse than John stepping on it.

"Fuck off," he grumbles, pulling Kav away from the wall and foisting him over towards the door once he's got his jeans mostly on. He's not in a foul mood, far from it, but he is more mean-spirited than usual right now even while he's recovering from a good time and there's not going to be even so much as a 'thank you' now that he's well and truly spent and just wants to go back and lie down, smoke a cigarette and pass out.