Dinner is Prompt-ly at Eight - 2. Prompt #330 - I Giggle When I Hear the Word 'Underpants'

I Giggle When I Hear the Word ‘Underpants’

“Nate, stop acting like such a clown. This isn’t the damned circus,” my mom yelled.

“Sorry mom,” I called back. “We were just joking around.”

I wasn’t ‘just’ joking around. I was making Duncan giggle and pay attention to me. I don’t know why it felt so good, but it did. His laughter was music to my ears. Whatever my antics, he was in stitches.

“Keep it down,” I said. Duncan pretended to zip his lip and throw away the key. Even that little pantomime was adorable on him. He looked at me with his big brown eyes with just a hint of gold and I felt squishy inside. Duncan had eyes like a cute little puppy.

“What should we do next?” he asked. His voice cracked. I even liked that. The only thing about Duncan I didn’t like were the braces that covered his teeth. They looked painful.

“We could get our swimming suits on and run through the sprinklers like we did the other day,” I suggested. That would be quite the sight. I’d love to see Duncan all wet in his pale yellow swim suit. When it got damp you could see the shadow of his bush and the dangle of his junk.

“Naw. I don’t have my suit with me,” he said. “Unless you wanna run through the sprinkler in just our underpants.”

That sent me into a gale of giggles. Just the word ‘underpants’ kills me. It’s so old fashioned and weird sounding. It’s nothing like the words ‘underwear’ or even ‘undies. That’s what my grandma called my boxers. She called them ‘undies’ and was always telling me not to get them in a bundle which I never understood. Grandmas are old and have lots of sayings though.

Duncan wasn’t looking so friendly now as my giggles started to dry up. He was looking at me quite annoyed.

“What did I say?” he asked quite coldly. When Duncan’s eyes flashed like that and his lips turned downward it frightened me. It felt like the sun was ripped from the sky and it was so cold, like the dead of winter.

“I’m just laughing at the word ‘underpants.’ It’s a funny word,” I said hoping to get the sunshine of his smile back.

“Whatever dude. Fine. Our underwear then,” he said and the ice was definitely still there.

“I’m sorry. I just get a little silly,” I said. “Come on. Let’s go outside.”

Duncan shrugged but the heat of the day seemed to change his attitude quickly thawing his feelings. He gave me his cute little grin again and it made me happy.

I turned on the sprinkler and stripped down to my Batman boxers. Duncan quickly followed standing in his underpants, ‘giggle’ which disappointed me.

Duncan was wearing black boxer briefs. That sucked. There was no way I was gonna get a free show in those things. Even wet, they’d only reveal the bare outline of him. I’d never see that lovely shadow of his hair this way.

He just flashed me another smile and ran through the splashing water. I could see little droplets catch in his hair and beading on his smooth, tanned back. I chased after him.

We both ran around, him trying to catch me. Then I tried to catch him. Finally I grabbed and tackled Duncan into a little puddle that was forming from the leaking seal of the garden hose.

“Stop that,” he squealed as I tickled his sides. I had to lie on top of him to keep him from getting away. His squirming body felt so good, hot compared to the cool water raining down on us. Something was poking at my stomach.

“Don’t do that!” he laughed. I continued making him wiggle under me. “You’d better stop that.”

Duncan suddenly got still, his body rigid. I stopped as I saw his eyes glaze over and he grunted. He shuddered.

“What?” I asked. “Are you okay?”

“Boys, it’s time for a snack. I made iced tea and snickerdoodles,” mom called out.

I rolled off him and sat up. “Come on dude. Let’s get dried off.”

Duncan just sat there; a bulge in his boxer briefs was slowly deflating.

“Did I hurt you?” Duncan’s face was agonizing. His eyes were glistening. I turned off the sprinkler.

“I need something to clean up a mess,” he said quietly. He begged me not to ask. I wasn’t sure what he meant but then it dawned on me.

“I’ll get you some toilet paper. Just wait here,” I said scampering off to our bathroom.

“Where’s Duncan?” mom asked.

“Just a minute mom. We’re getting dried off so we don’t mess up the floor,” I said hiding the wad of paper behind my back.

“Oh!” she said. “That’s thoughtful of you boys. Get cleaned up and your father is joining us on the porch.”

Duncan was sitting up when I got outside. “Here. Use this. I’ll get us towels,” I said. I wanted to watch Duncan clean himself but I knew he’d be embarrassed. Hell, I was a little ashamed my tickling had done that to him. But, deep inside there was a little piece of me that was kind of proud I had that effect on him.

Little did I know he’d do the same to me one day.