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It wasn't the first time he'd seen Forman naked, but it was definitely the first time he'd seen Forman naked. He wasn't sure what had made him look twice. Maybe it was the pure, unexpected shock of it, or maybe he was just impressed. More impressed than he'd been when he'd seen it last, which was, to be fair, before the puberty bunny had hit Forman. And man, had it hit him. He grew tall and lean, his skin smoothed into pure silk and his hair—oh, that hair. His beautiful, perfectly coifed, shiny head of hair had always been the second best part of looking at Eric Forman.
In his entrapment, he'd leaned forward, trying to see everything possible from his perfect vantage point, but he'd lost his balance (those damned sexy platforms) and as his chin hit the floor, his glasses skittered across the cement and his body clattered around him, he felt the blood boil in his cheeks because he'd been caught.
"Hyde?"
"H—eyyy, Forman," Hyde said, dragging out the hello in an attempt to salvage what he could of his dignity. Forman was still naked, of course, so he didn't exactly run to help Hyde up, but that didn't matter as he stood and got to get a full-frontal view of Eric Forman—in the flesh.
It was at least two centuries later that Forman decided to say speak again, breaking Hyde's awestruck gaze on his figure as he cleared his throat and tried not to blush.
"So, uh," he said, looking up and away, "Could you h-hand me that?"
Hyde looked to where Forman was pointing, rubbing the back of his neck and awkwardly avoiding eye contact, and saw his pants lying underneath Hyde's left shoe. Hyde bent over with a smile, taking the pants in his hand then holding them until Forman would look at him again.
"So, Forman likes to hang out naked, huh?"
"Yep."
"Cool," Hyde shrugged, tossing him the pants much to his friend's relief (and probably his surprise, too). Forman went to put them on, his small, apparently cold body swaying freely. Damn, you'd think it was 1967 in here, Hyde thought as Forman paused with just one foot in a pant-leg.
"Wait, Hyde; my uhm..." he trailed off, looking at Hyde for only a second before using the pants to cover his mid section and beat around the bush, "My uh, my... D-do you see my underwear over there, by any chance?"
"Underwear?" Hyde asked, spinning in place comically as he looked at the ground, only to shrug and smile at Forman's red, red face. "No underwear over here, man."
"Hyde, come on! I can't wear these pants without underwear, man!" It was the point in the conversation where Forman began to whine, where Hyde got to smirk and shrug, and where he got to leave Forman to go commando as he walked out of the room, his blunder now forgotten and with a new pair of man-panties in his possession. Yep, Forman was definitely his best friend.
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