Nothing will stay up

Trying to ignore the boner that was standing at full attention in front of him, James fumbled to pull up his underwear and trousers, but not only had the elastic gone on his underwear, but the button seemed to be broken on his trousers. He had no way of holding up his clothing.

Both hands gripping at his waistband he slowly staggered towards the counter, looking out into the food court. It was still early, and luckily still empty. Maybe Amy had had the right idea all along. After all, he might loose his job if he went home now, but he'd almost definitely loose his job if he was caught standing here without any trousers on.