'Knock knock!' Oliver murmured, pulling Percy's door open an inch to see if the red headed boy was still sleeping. Percy looked up from his piece of parchment and smiled at Oliver from behind his black horn-rim glasses. A thick wool blanket was spread over his legs up to his waist, but left his ankles bare. 'I made break-… Are you wearing pants?' The keeper grinned flirtatiously at his boyfriend, watching a deep blush spread across his cheeks. 'Don't be silly, of course I'm wearing pants,' Percy replied, his voice cool despite the blush that was now creeping down his neck. 'Really, because the pants you were wearing when I was here two hours ago are right here,' Oliver pointed at the pants with his elbow, his hands holding a large tray with lunch for two. 'I've changed back into my pajamas,' Percy sniffed. 'Now why would you do that,' Oliver cocked his head, 'if you've already changed? And, oh-ho-ho!' Oliver cried with a triumphant air. 'Aren't those your pajama pants on the bed next to you? Neatly folded, I might add,' he smirked at his boyfriend's adorable need for everything to be in order. Percy's blush deepened, if that were possible, as he shoved his blue penguin pajama pants under his blankets. 'I'm wearing a different pair,' he said with the air of a man who knew he had lost. Oliver raised his eyebrows. 'Oh, fine!' Percy cried, throwing up his arms and almost spilling his ink. 'Fine, you've caught me; I'm not wearing any pants! Are you happy now?' 'Yes,' Oliver grinned wickedly, leaping on top of his shocked boyfriend, his thoughtful breakfast forgotten on the dresser.