Icky Sweater

• Mood:  awake
• Gabriel was awakened from his peaceful, exhausted slumber by the insistent ringing of the doorbell. He tried to curl deeper into his lover's arms, but the noise was too annoying to ignore.

Gabriel grumbled as he headed for the door wishing people would leave him alone when Foster was around. He swung it open and stared blankly at the postal woman standing there blushing when she saw Gabriel's state of dress—he was only wearing black boxers.

"Can I...Help you?"

The woman shoved a box into his hand, directed him to sign 'here', and headed off down the hallway quickly—Gabriel had also failed to notice his neck was severely love-bitten.

He opened the box while closing the door and stared blankly, then horrified, at the soft red cardigan sweater.

"Oh no!" Gabriel moaned, his mother's loving note glaring up at him wishing love and a desire to see him in the sweater; one she failed to realize was for women.

"What's wrong?" Foster yawned, trailing drowsily to his lover's side and seeing the sweater. "Oh!"

"It's horrible!" Gabriel whined, but Foster was running his hand over the sweater tenderly.

"So soft," He muttered, rising on tiptoe to smooch Gabriel's cheek, "Wear it for me?"

Three more kisses and Gabriel did.