I'll Fight Hell to Hold You

Almost Caught

While the two of them were making out on the floor, Gene opened the front door and walked in. Not hearing the girls, he figured they were asleep. Heading upstairs, he caught the sounds of heavy breathing.  Not wanting to walk in on the two, he quietly stood outside the door. 

In the bedroom, Paul had Tommy's shirt off and was working on his jeans button. Paul had managed to toss his shirt and was mumbling how his jeans were too tight to unbutton without standing up. 

Snickering, Tommy reached down and popped the button open and then nudged Paul to hurry up and take them off. Just as they were on the floor, Gene accidently sneezed. He took off running, knowing Paul was only in his boxers and wouldn't be able to come after him right away. What he didn't realize was that Tommy might catch him because of his longer legs.

Gene barely made it out the door to his car before the door opened. He saw Tommy poking his head out as he drove off. Grinning, he told Eric as soon as he got home.

At the other house, Paul was mumbling about how he would kill his best friend when he saw him next. "I'm sorry the mood was spoiled, baby."

"We can start over, Paulie. I'm still very much in the mood." whispered Tommy. "Come on to bed and we can try again." Tommy looked expectantly at Paul who finally climbed into bed. They soon were back in the rhythm of things.

Later Gene "innocently" called Paul to see if they wanted to go out to dinner. "Hey bestie! Do you guys want to go out to dinner?"

"Gene. What. Did. You. Hear. Earlier?" asked Paul, one syllable at a time. He was still put out.

"Wha? Nothing but the sounds of "Oh Paulie, right there!" "Oh Tom! That's the right spot!" 

"I hate you!" squealed Paul as he hung up. 

Gene was turning red with laughter. He never received an answer to dinner plans.