Snatched again

Luke was once again humiliated as he was cradled naked in Miguel's arms. "How could you do that in front of my neighbors!? As if my reputation wasn't bad enough already in this neighborhood! Oh God, I might have to move away and change my name."

"Hm?" Miguel tilted his head as he carried Luke upstairs.

"There really is no point arguing with you is there?" Luke relented. Miguel responded by giving Luke a quick kiss.

Luke covered his mouth and blushed, "Stop doing that! It's because you are like this that everybody keeps getting the wrong idea. Where are you taking me anyway?"

"Room." Miguel answered. Luke nodded, there was no where else he wanted to be right now then holed up in his own room after all that embarrassment. Except maybe a ditch in the middle of nowhere. Miguel carried Luke into his room and placed him on the bed giving him another kiss.

Luke shook his head, "Hey, I said stop that you ass!"

"Hanes, can I sleep over tonight?" Miguel stroked Luke's legs.

The question was so random Luke actually had to take a moment to answer. "Wha-no! Absolutely not!" Luke pushed Miguel off the bed and shoved him out the door "I don't know what's going on in that perverted head of yours but you have done enough to me for today!"

"Then, tomorrow?" Miguel always seemed more amused by Luke's outbursts than offended. Luke only growled then slammed the door on Miguel's smiling face. Luke would have left things like that but then decided he wanted to get the last word in.

Luke opened the door, Miguel was still there. "And the name is 'Luke' by the way! Not 'Hanes!' L-U-K-E! Luke!"

Miguel smiled. Placing his fingers on his chin he looked Luke up and down. "Hanes, you look so cute naked. You should look this way more often."

Luke blinked before he looked down at himself. Remembering that he was still very much naked before this fully-clothed man made him feel very self-conscious. Face turning red once again, Luke slammed the door to Miguel's cheerful laughter. Locking the door, Luke stomped to his dresser to open one of the drawers. "What the..." Luke opened another drawer, then another, then another...but it was always the same thing, "Where the hell are my clothes!" It appeared Luke had been clothes snatched again. All that was left were a couple pair of those tighty-whities. "Who keeps taking my stuff!" Luke searched high and low for any other clothes in his room but found none. Having ****, Luke pulled on the briefs and crawled into bed hoping that tomorrow he would find wherever his clothes kept disappearing to.