Somebody Stop Me!
Leave it to me to take something sweet and wholesome like Threesome by
fauxcynic
and turn it into something irreverent and smutty. I present to you Threesome’s sequel: AURLCO Nekkid40 Claim #20…Under.
Under Cover
Late, late night had just crossed over into early, early morning, and three girlfriends were sprawled on a leather sofa, engaged in a heated debate.
“I say briefs,” Original Cindy said in a no-nonsense voice, defying anyone to contradict her.
“No, I think boxers,” Max said. “Look at how he dresses, all layered and stuff. Just seems like boxers.”
“I can’t believe you and Logan still haven’t done it yet,” Kendra said in disgust. “Besides, he wears boxer-briefs.”
“How do you know?”
“The guy’s got nice style; Look at the way his pants fit him. Men like that always wear boxer-briefs.”
“I still maintain that a brother as high-standing as that one is wearing the tighty-whities.” Original Cindy would not be swayed from her original opinion.
Kendra arched her eyebrows. “Well, there’s one way to find out right now.”
“He went to bed two hours ago, Kendra. I am not going to wake Logan up to ask him what kind of underwear he wears.”
“You don’t have to wake him up. Just go in there and take a peak.”
“What?” Max sputtered.
“Well, I can go look if you’re embarrassed,” Kendra offered, “but he is your boyfriend, after all.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“Besides, sista-girl is all quiet and sneaky when she wants to be,” Original Cindy added, completely ignoring Max’s protest about Logan. After all, she had heard them so often at this point, it was easier just ignored them. “Go on, boo, you know you’re quiet like a mouse when you don’t wanna get caught jackin’ somethin’ from the cookie jar.”
“Quiet like a cat, you mean,” Max corrected, “’Quiet as a mouse’ is a stupid analogy; Mice are squeaky. You can always hear them in the walls and stuff.”
“Don’t change the subject, Max. Just sneak into his room and take a peak, then report back. C’mon, you know we won’t be able to sleep until we know.” Kendra added a winning smile to enhance her argument.
“What if he wakes up and finds me in his room checking out his underwear?”
“Then he’ll probably smile and pull you under the covers with him, and Original Cindy and I will watch the rest of the movie by ourselves while you two finally get it on.”
“Go on, Max,” Original Cindy added, “You know you wanta know as bad as we do. Just go cop a quick peek.”
“I’m only doing this to shut you two up about this,” Max lied. “You better stay in the hallway and keep quiet. If you wake him up when I’m in there, I’ll kill you.”
“You’ll be too busy banging the long awaited gong to kill us,” Kendra assured her, but they waited a respectable distance from Logan’s room.
Max slowly opened Logan’s bedroom door, putting enough weight on the hinges to prevent any sort of squeaking. The moonlight was shining through his windows, illuminating it enough that Max had no trouble discerning Logan’s sleeping form. Without his glasses, with his features relaxed in sleep, he looked softer somehow, as though his defensive barriers had been lowered and he was more himself that she had ever seen him before. Max stood by his bedside for a few moments, watching him and standing extremely still so her presence wouldn’t startle him awake. Her eyes wandered down his bare shoulder to the point where the comforter covered his chest.
“C’mon, Max!” came Kendra’s urgent whisper from the doorway, where she and Original Cindy were practically tumbling into the room.
Max shot her friends a death glare from her position from his bedside until they retreated a few feet back, letting her complete her mission in stealthy silence. She slowly worked her hand under the comforter, near the mattress so no cold air would rush in and wake the object of her surveillance, and she dropped to a crouch so her eyes were at the level of the bed. Peering through the tunnel she created in the bedspread, she reached out towards the waistband of Logan’s pajama pants, very carefully pulling the elastic away from his skin until she had a clear view of what was underneath.
Logan shifted slightly in his sleep and Max froze. When he settled into slumber again, she cautiously eased her hand away from his waistband and crept from his room, silently closing his bedroom door behind her. She wordlessly corralled her girlfriends out of the hallway and wouldn’t allow them to speak until they were safely back in the living room.
“Well?” Kendra demanded eagerly once they were allowed to speak again. “What was it? Boxer-briefs, right?”
“No,” was Max’s quiet answer.
“Knew it; boy wears briefs. Original Cindy knows how to call ‘em.”
“Nope.”
“Boxers? Really?”
“Uh-uh.”
“Then what was he wearing?”
Max’s voice was small as she answered. “Nothing. He was wearing pajama pants, but he didn’t have anything on underneath them.”
Kendra squealed with victorious laughter and exchanged a high five with Original Cindy while Max just sat there with a tiny, enigmatic grin on her face, slightly too shell-shocked from her recent discovery to participate in the celebration. After awhile the idea was played out and they moved on to other topics of conversation, but the concept (and the sight) was still fresh in Max’s mind, and she knew she would never be able to contemplate Logan and the phrase “under cover” in the same thought ever again without silently thanking her girlfriends for their persistent curiosity.