The late afternoon sun spilled through the blinds of Tyler’s cozy living room, casting golden stripes across a carpet littered with action figures, stray LEGO bricks, and a half-eaten bag of Goldfish crackers. The faint hum of a cartoon blaring from the TV in the corner provided a chaotic soundtrack to the scene as Will knocked on the front door, his broad shoulders filling the frame. Babysitting wasn’t exactly his dream gig, but it paid the bills, and Tyler’s mom tipped generously for dealing with her hyperactive ten-year-old.
The door swung open before Will could even lower his fist, and there was Tyler, a wiry bundle of energy with messy brown hair and a grin that screamed trouble. “Will! You’re late! I’ve already beaten level six of Mega Blaster twice waiting for you!” The kid practically vibrated as he bounced on his toes, barely giving Will a chance to step inside.
“Late? Kid, I’m right on time,” Will shot back, his deep voice carrying a playful edge as he ruffled Tyler’s hair. He kicked off his sneakers by the door and made his way to the couch, his muscular frame sinking into the cushions with a groan. The thing was too small for a guy his size, but he sprawled out anyway, one arm slung over the back as he watched Tyler dart around the room like a caffeinated squirrel. Will’s mind, however, was already drifting elsewhere—to a little secret obsession he kept locked tight, one that made his pulse tick up a notch every time he caught a certain glimpse.
Tyler, completely oblivious to the weight of Will’s stare, dropped to the floor to tie a loose shoelace, his oversized T-shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of fabric at his waistband. Will’s eyes zeroed in, sharp and predatory, a smirk curling his lips as he caught the unmistakable edge of what he swore were classic whitey tighties. The sight sent a jolt through him, a mix of amusement and something hotter, deeper, that he knew he shouldn’t entertain—but couldn’t resist.
“Nice whitey tighties, kiddo,” Will drawled, his voice dripping with playful mockery as he leaned forward, elbows on his knees. His smirk widened, daring Tyler to react.
Tyler bolted upright as if he’d been zapped, his cheeks flaming red as he spun around, hands flying to his hips. “What?! No way! These are boxer briefs, okay? I’m not some baby wearing tighty whities!” His voice pitched high, defensive and squeaky, as he glared at Will with all the indignation a ten-year-old could muster.
Will raised an eyebrow, folding his arms across his broad chest, the teasing grin never leaving his face. “Oh, really? Prove it then, tough guy. If you’re so sure, let’s see ‘em.” He knew he was playing a risky game, toeing a line he shouldn’t, but the kid’s flustered reaction was too damn entertaining to stop.
Tyler huffed, crossing his arms with a stubborn scowl. “I’m not dropping my pants just ‘cause you’re being a jerk, Will. No way. Forget it.” His little jaw set tight, but his cheeks were still burning, betraying his embarrassment.
Will leaned back, his grin turning wicked as he doubled down. “Aw, come on, Ty. Sounds like you’re hiding something. Bet they’ve got little race cars on ‘em or something. Admit it—full-on tighty whities. I’m right, aren’t I?”
Tyler’s eyes narrowed, his small fists clenching at his sides as frustration bubbled over. “No, you’re not! I told you, they’re boxer briefs! Geez, why are you so weird about this?” His voice cracked on the last word, but Will just chuckled, relentless, enjoying every second of the kid’s squirming.
“Prove it then,” Will pressed, his tone light but unyielding, a glint of mischief in his hazel eyes. “Unless you’re scared I’m gonna laugh even harder when I see those dorky undies.”
Tyler threw his hands up, exasperation written all over his face. “Fine! Fine, I’ll prove it, I’ll show you! Happy now, you big dummy?” Before Will could even blink, Tyler hooked his thumbs into the waistband of his jeans and yanked them down to his knees in one swift, angry motion, revealing a pair of snug boxer briefs—bright blue with cartoon dinosaurs stamped all over them. The fabric hugged his skinny frame, and Will’s breath caught in his throat, a rush of heat spiking through him at the unexpected sight.
Tyler stood there, pants around his knees, glaring defiantly. “See? Told you. Boxer briefs. Now stop being weird.” But then his expression shifted, a spark of curiosity cutting through his annoyance as he pointed a finger at Will. “Hey, wait a sec. What kind do *you* wear, huh? Fair’s fair. I showed mine, so you gotta show yours.”
Will barked out a laugh, caught off guard by the kid’s sudden boldness. “Oh, you’re turning this around on me now? Nice try, squirt.” He lifted the hem of his shirt just enough to flash the waistband of his own black boxer briefs, the elastic band peeking over his jeans. “There. Happy?”
Tyler’s scowl returned, fiercer than ever, as he planted his hands on his hips again, still half-pantsed and utterly unselfconscious. “Nuh-uh, that’s cheating! I showed you the whole thing, so you gotta pull your pants down too. Fair is fair, Will. Don’t be a wimp about it.”
Will hesitated, a flicker of amusement warring with the realization that this was veering into dangerous territory. Tyler’s bossy little tone, though, was almost impressive for a kid his age, and Will couldn’t help but smirk at the sheer audacity. “You’re a real dictator, you know that, Ty? Fine, fine, don’t throw a tantrum.” He stood up, towering over the boy, his hands hovering at the button of his jeans as he shot Tyler a challenging look. “But you better not laugh, got it? I’ve got way cooler undies than dinosaurs, I’ll tell ya that much.”
Tyler rolled his eyes, unimpressed, but the spark of curiosity lingered as he waited, arms still crossed. Will’s heart thudded a little harder, the playful tension between them crackling in the air of the cluttered living room, the hum of the TV fading into the background as the game they were playing took on a sharper, more electric edge.
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