A War of Wills
Rated PG-13
Dedicated to EnchantedOnyx
When Percy got up on Tuesday morning, he discovered that his underwear drawer contained only socks.
"Oliver?" His lover was still half-asleep in bed, naked under the sheet.
"Hmm?" Oliver rolled over and looked up, groggy.
"Would you happen to know where my underwear went?"
"Dustbin." Oliver stretched and shut his eyes again.
"The dustbin?"
"Yeah."
Percy sat down on the bed and snatched Oliver's pillow. "Would you care to explain why?"
Oliver sat up. The sheet slid down his tan chest, which made Percy forget his anger for a split second. "Because, Perce, people with pale skin don't look good in white, especially tight and clingy white. There's a shopping bag in the wardrobe; I bought you boxer shorts. Black, blue, and green. Quite sexy."
"Oliver, you destroyed my underwear!"
"Yep."
Percy threw the pillow on Oliver's head and went to take a shower.
That evening, Oliver came home to find Percy making dinner. He was still wearing the dark, somber robes he wore to work. "So, how do you like the boxers?"
"I didn't wear them." Percy stirred the soup.
"You went shopping?"
"No."
Oliver's gaze slid over to Percy's backside. "Are you telling me you didn't wear any underwear to work?"
"I'm not spending my money on something you stole."
"And I'm the one who's Scottish," said Oliver, reaching out to squeeze Percy's arse. Percy pulled away.
He did the same thing in bed later that night.
On Wednesday morning, Oliver watched as Percy dressed for work. "How's the breeze?"
Percy gave him a scorching glare. Oliver mentally groaned, predicting (and correctly) another shaggless night.
On Thursday morning, Oliver grabbed Percy's wrist as he tried to get out of bed. "Come on, love, they're really nice. I picked them out for you. Who knows, maybe you'll even like them better than the old ones."
Percy sighed. This was the longest he'd gone without sex since Oliver moved in. "You threw out my underwear."
"I'm sorry."
"You owe me."
"Perce, really, I'm - "
"I'll be home for lunch," said Percy firmly. "I expect to see you naked, in bed, and ready to pay me back." He placed a teasing kiss on Oliver's neck.
Oliver's eyes gleamed. "Really?"
"Yes."
Oliver settled back into bed, grinning. Percy went to open the wardrobe.
Suddenly, he remembered something. "Ol?"
"Hmm?"
"Don't open your middle drawer."