“Pants are good enough,” he says, beginning to cram them on. “What are you waiting for? An invite to put yours on?”
“Do you remember when you flung the lube out of my hand and onto my pants?” I ask as I hold them up.
He yanks them out of my hands and runs to the bathroom.
I follow him and watch him scrub my slacks in the sink while trying to put his button-up back on.
“There!” he says as he proceeds to display a pair of slacks that very much look like I pissed my pants.
“Do you think she’ll notice?” I ask while I slip them on.
“Fuck…” Gabriel dashes back out, shirt buttons askew but he doesn’t seem to notice. The door opens and he looks around before snatching up the first thing he sees and holding it against my groin. “Just hold that there until it dries,” he demands.
I look down at Margarine.
Margarine looks up at me.
He’s strangely not too fond of being held like this.
“I brought more boxes,” Mabel says before witnessing my state of undress.
“My nipples get warm when I work,” I explain.
“I… see.”
“Gabriel wouldn’t let me wear my fishnet top I generally wear when I work out. He said if he had to be bored to death while packing, he wanted something to look at.”
Mabel just shrugs. “I mean… none of this surprises me.”
“Mother, I want you to know that none of this happened,” Gabriel says.
“If you were in charge, he’d be naked,” Mabel tells him.
Gabriel grimaces a bit, likely because we just were. “Funny, Mom.”
“I’d rather be naked than doing this,” I grumble.
“I bet,” she says as she tosses her coat down and then hugs Gabriel. While she’s doing so, Gabriel seems to take note of his dildo lying out and proud. He does some wicked back kick at it, sending it flying across the room and ricocheting off the walls.
“What was that?” Mabel asks.
Also curious what that noise was, Margarine tears free from my arms and goes galloping after it. It’s the first time any of us has seen the cat move and it’s all to draw attention to Gabriel’s toy.
“Hahahahaha. Nothing. I heard nothing. Liam wants a hug. And he didn’t piss himself. What actually happened is I spilled my drink on his shirt and pants. The shirt could come off but I didn’t have any spare pants for him.”
“Got it,” Mabel says, wrapping my naked torso up in a hug.
“I feel like this should be awkward,” I comment as Gabriel uses the distraction to chase after his dildo.
“It’s only awkward if you think about it too hard,” she assures me.
“I see,” I say before she draws away and I sit down to resume the torture. “Mabel, come join us where we cannot help Gabriel. Instead, we must hold up each item that he will scrutinize before deciding where it should go. It is… may I say… thrilling. Go ahead. Grab that ball of trash… I mean… that exquisite item at your feet and see where it might go?”
“It goes in the trash,” Mabel says as Gabriel dives forward to keep it from falling inside the white bag of doom.
“That’s not… Lucille came home with this toy.”
Mabel and I lock eyes.
