So I know I should be working on my other fic, but this fun little oneshot popped into my head, and I wanted to try writing something different. Enjoy…

One rainy afternoon, while Sebastian and the young master were away on business, MeyRin was occupied with dusting the rooms in the West wing, Snake was tending to his snakes, and Tanaka was most likely off drinking tea somewhere, Finny and Bard decided to have a little not-so innocent fun.

Sure, they knew that they were definitely not supposed to be doing what they had planned, and certainly not on one of the deluxe king-sized feather beds from the guest rooms. However, their mutual curiosity and boredom had driven them to their current predicament.

Through a lot of effort (surprisingly much on Finny's part, considering his initial apprehension) the two servants sat together on the edge of the mattress, panting slightly from their exertion and mentally preparing themselves for the next step that they had to take.

Looking up at Finny, Bard asked, "Ready for this?"

Nervously, Finny replied, "I think so… Are you sure we should? The young master certainly would never approve."

"I think it's a little late for that now," Bard pointed out, grinning. After a moment's thought, Finny nodded.

"Okay, I'm ready."

Picking himself off the bed, Bard shifted his body for this new task, planting his hands firmly on the mattress and his feet on the floor to give himself better traction. Finny turned his back to Bard so that he was facing the proper way for what was about to come.

With a deep breath that the two of them shared, Bard began to push. After what seemed like an hour, but had to have been only seconds, he gave up and threw himself at the younger. The momentum of his movement shifted the entire mattress several inches forward, and Finny felt his body begin to tilt at a precarious angle…

"Ahhhhhh!"

"Holy Fuck!"

The two males cried together as the mattress they had so carefully carried to the top of the grand staircase in the entryway began to slide down the stairs. It built up speed as it fell, the cloth covering sliding perfectly on the smooth marble steps.

As their mattress reached the bottom of the stairs, it didn't stop; rather, it continued to slide across the floor, so that Finny and Bard were sent crashing into the front door.

Breathing heavily from the excitement, Finny grinned at Bard and exclaimed, "You were right! Mattress surfing is the best!"

Heheh not what you expected? Or were you expecting exactly this? Either way, I had fun writing…