Bunnies

I got on my stomach, crawling under the bed. I cursed softly, under my breath, as I poked the broom into the far corner.

"What are you doing Gabe?" Foster smirked, leaning against the door frame.

"I'm trying to get these damn dust bunnies out from under the bed. Don't you ever clean under here?" Came the muffled reply from under the bed.

"I don't know. It sure gives me an excuse to enjoy the view." He grinned, watching me wiggle as I tried to reach further under the bed.

"Shut up Foster." An angry growl came from under the bed. "Ah-ha! Got you, you fools." I wiggled backwards, trying to get out from under the bed. Half-way out, I stopped.

"What's the matter Gabriel? Stuck?" Foster laughed. When I didn't answer, Foster looked at me surprised. "You are, aren't you?!"

"Just help me get out from under here Foster!" I tried wiggling back further, but I didn't move.

Foster slapped my ass, giggling at the squeal that came from under the bed. He peered under the bed, trying to see what I was stuck on.

"I think I see the problem Gabe. You're stuck on the springs. Here, let me help." Foster reached under, trying to untangle the belt and pants. It was hooked too tight, he couldn't get it loose.

Foster sat back on his heels. "The only way you're getting out is if I take your pants off."

"WHAT!" I practically screeched.

"Just…hang…on." Foster lay against me, reaching underneath me to undo my belt. He let his fingers linger, brushing his hand against the bulge in my pants. I gasped, banging my head on the bottom of the bed. Foster chuckled as he pulled the belt from the loops, letting his fingers slide against the bare skin.

"Dammit Foster! That's not funny!" I snarled from under the bed. "Just get me out of here."

"Your wish is my command." Foster grinned as he carefully pulled my legs out of the pants. He stood back up, watching me squirm out from under the bed.

I glared at Foster as I stood there in my shirt and boxers, dust bunnies sticking in my hair and white t-shirt all full of dirt. "I suppose you think you're funny." I fumed.

"I try to be." Foster said, looking me up and down. "You know, you look cute all covered in dust bunnies."

"Yuck! Are they in my hair?" I ran my fingers through my hair trying to get the fuzz out.

Foster grabbed my hand, pulling me towards the bathroom. 

"Let's clean you up, you dirty boy you!"

Gabriel.