Nick's eyelids fluttered open, needing a moment to rouse himself from his slumber before he realized his right hand was gripping onto something warm and soft. It was when he turned and realized that it was Clark's hand still in his that the memories of their midnight explorations came rushing back. He grinned from ear to ear as his cheeks turned a deep crimson, not only because he was recalling just how intimate the two of them had acted but because said memories made his willy twitch and stretch to its half-stiff state. The grown man turned fifth-grader thought unarousing thoughts until it softened and shrank back to its unimpressive base size, not wanting to deal with that right now after how frustrated he and Clark had become in getting their stiffies to do anything more than throb and tingle.
"Hey dork." Nick snickered as he flicked Clark's button nose, as the ten-year-old groaned grumpily in response. "It's 9:03, time for all shrimpy little buttfaces to get out of bed."
"That must be why you're awake." Clark grumbled as he turned away and onto his stomach. Nick threw the blankets off the bed so that his friend now lay there in nothing but his tighty whities, figuring that he'd freeze his friend out. The smaller boy squirmed uncomfortably for a moment but stayed snoozing just the same. Nick considered the target Clark had left unguarded - his little briefs-clad butt - hesitating for but a moment before he grabbed the waistband of those briefs and pulled them up.
WAY up.
"YAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!" Clark squealed in surprise as he was awakened by a vicious wedgie, rolling over and scowling at Nick when the bigger boy howled with laughter at the younger's reaction. Though miffed for a moment, Clark shrugged off the blow to his boyish pride - no time to be embarrassed when there was payback to be given. With his target distracted Clark was able to leap onto him from the bed and send the two tumbling to the ground in an impromptu wrestling match wherein the younger, seizing on the element of surprise, overcame the size difference and seized upon his target.
"NooooOOOOOOAAAAAAAAGGHHH!" Nick's voice raised several octaves as he yowled his displeasure at the tables having been turned on him. After that, no part of the other boy's waistband was off limits - each grabbed and pulled indiscriminately at the other's, Nick and Clark giggling and shouting and rolling all over each other as elastic, unable to withstand such a relentless assault, gave way on both fronts. Much as both boys enjoyed the close physical contact, both were more interested in establishing dominance over the other than continuing from where they'd left off last night - both had taken to heart the thought that, for this weekend at least, they should focus on nothing more than being silly little kids.
When it was all over, the panting boys found themselves facing one another as they laid on their sides, grinning shyly at the way their undies now barely clung to their smooth little bodies.
"Good morning, dogbreath." Clark giggled.
"Good morning, pipsqueak." Nick snickered.
The two sighed and wiggled themselves into a tender embrace right there on the soft tickly carpet, together coming to an unspoken decision that the day need not yet start. For now and for both of them there was the simple joy of cuddling one's best friend without so much as a speck of shame, of Clark and Nick luxuriating in the gentle warmth of one another.
*KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK*
Their moment of bliss lasted until a sharp knocking came at the door, both boys springing to a sitting position and staring wide-eyed down the hall. Both prayed silently that whoever made the sound would just go away, and both cursed internally when the knocking only grew louder the second time around.
"C'mon, Clark, open up." Commanded the gruff, muffled voice from beyond the door. "Nick? I know somebody's in there, I can hear those brats as clear as day!"
"Oh my fucking God." Nick covered his face with his hands. "I thought Wesley was out of town this weekend."
"Well he's very much fucking not!" Clark hissed, blushing at how little weight his chirp now carried. "We gotta make a run for the regression gun and - "
The CLACK of a turning deadbolt shot down the hall.
Nick and Clark went white and stone silent.
"Is he letting himself in?!" Clark whispered to the bigger boy in a panic. "Nick, tell me you didn't..."
"I told him it was only for emergencies..." Nick whimpered pathetically, getting but a moment to wallow in his shame before he and Clark jumped to their feet at the sound of their front door swinging open. "What are we going to do?"
"If there are kids in here and they're unattended, I have a responsibility to check up on them!" Wesley called out as though clearing himself of liability before proceeding. Their nosy, cranky neighbor was drawing closer by the second, and both boys felt very much their new age as they stood frozen in fear in nothing but their bedraggled little briefs.
Eventually...