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Eugene made himself comfortable on his bed, eager to open his book of rare bee species he'd bought for himself. But as soon as he was in his spot, two socked feet came down to rest in his lap. He stared at his boyfriend in disbelief.
"Really?"
Pugsley had his own book, well technically a journal of one of his relatives with contents that Eugene preferred not to think about. He grinned, shrugging. "Might as well. You're right here."
"Get off," Eugene tried pushing him away but Pugsley's legs were heavy, "Dude!"
"I love you," Pugsley called cheekily.
Eugene groaned. "Not cool, man. How am I supposed to read like this?"
"Hold your book up?" was all Pugsley suggested, going back to the journal. Eugene rolled his eyes.
Looking down, he suddenly got an idea.
He didn't know if Pugsley was ticklish or anything, but it was a worth a try to find out, right? Eugene held his breath, softly tickling the middle of his boyfriend's foot.
The reaction was immediate: Pugsley jerked, yelping. "Dude, what was that for?"
Now happy his plan worked, Eugene grabbed one of his ankles. "Payback," he declared.
A couple of Eugene's much older cousins used to hold him down to tickle him, their fingers skittering over his stomach and feet while he wiggled around wildly and screamed with laughter. Eugene didn't do that; he dragged his fingers very lightly up and down the foot, just enough to do the job.
His boyfriend tried not to react at first, pressing his lips together and turning his head away, but it was a losing battle.
Pugsley wasn't nearly as loud as Eugene had been. He did giggle helplessly, hiding his face with his hands (ugh, even while being tickled to death, his boyfriend was so frickin cute), not fighting him too much. He wasn't even trying to pull his foot away.
"Are you sorry?" Eugene taunted. He wasn't used to being in this position, but it was kinda fun.
Pugsley shook his head, still giggling.
"You will be," Eugene said threateningly. "Just wait."
He just had to find the spot, the really sensitive spot. His arches were a good spot, good enough to make him squirm, but it didn't really get him going like Eugene hoped.
He had to have the spot. Didn't everyone?
Then, he got an idea. Eugene scratched under his toes as gently as he possibly could.
Pugsley shrieked.
"Nhahahohot there!"
Jackpot! Eugene grinned. "Tell me you're sorry."
"Nohohoho!"
"Fine." If that was how he wanted to play then Eugene could be stubborn too. "Then I won't stop."
Needless to say, he didn't last long after that.