Socks

Socks.

Gabriel always wore socks to bed.

Foster had no idea why he hadn't noticed before, or why he cared now, but for some reason the thought of Gabriel wearing those socks irritated him to no end.

He had tried to ask Gabriel why he never took them off but the taller man just blinked down at his toes, wriggling them beneath the white fabric.

"Why shouldn't I wear socks?" He stated with a shrug and kissed Foster to silence his thoughts.

Gabriel was soon fast asleep and Foster wide awake, having been awoken by rough socks rubbing his bare leg. He eyed the socks, then eyed Gabriel's sleepy face, and reached down to slowly slide the fabric off one of Gabriel's feet.

When his fingers brushed lightly against the sole of that foot, Gabriel's leg jerked to get free.

Foster's brow rose, a spark of glee glowed in his eyes, and he brushed his hand deliberately across Gabriel's skin and watched his lover awaken with laughter.

"You're ticklish!" He cackled as Gabriel tried twist away and Foster tickled his lover until the taller man wormed his bare foot away and pulled Foster into a rough kiss.

"Don't touch my feet!" He growled deep in his throat and Foster's throat devoured but a smirk still played across his face; he had finally found a weakness in his lover.