By Fire Frog.

"I am going to get you for this, Peter. Making me help with the washing on such a fine, play ball in the park kinda day." Winston threw the laundry bag he was holding onto the ground and glared over at his companion.

"All's fair in love and war, Zed. Besides, I didn't make you take that bet about Egon's new machine." Peter smiled.

"That was cheating. You already knew he only made it because it went 'ZAP' in a nice way. How was I supposed to..."

"Know thy scientists, its a rule to live by." Peter interrupted with another fatuous grin, then patted the laundry bag in his arms. " Lets start chucking these babies into piles. Whites nearest, uniforms last and furtherest." Peter pointed out his favored piling areas.

"I have been doing this for a little while now, Peter." Winston gave him another glare. /Damn fool thing to make a machine do, go 'ZAP'. I'm gonna get Egon for this, too./ As he thought this Winston opened Egon's laundry bag and beheld...a pair of bright red silk jocks. "Oh my..." he exclaimed, pulling them out for a better look.

"Jeez, how'd my stuff end up in Egon's clothes bag." Peter looked over and frowned.

"It's not yours Pete," Winston told him, "it's Egon's, he's got his name sewn on a tag on the inside, see?" He showed Venkman the tiny label stitched next to where the washing instructions were. "You know what this means? The only reason a guy buys racy new underwear is because he's got a new lover on his mind! Egon's on the prowl! Look out world, a scientist in love is a scary, scary thing!"

Winston chuckled as he tossed the dangerous looking underwear into a washing pile, but Peter Venkman remained quiet. Too quiet. He was thinking.

~O.O~

 "I hate it when Aunt Lois sends me things. I mean, take this stuff from Australia. Vegimite. Sure, it's full of vitamin's, but they give you a whole big jar of it, and only tell you 'afterwards' that it's only meant to be used in minute quantities on toast. Yeach. Won't forget that experience in a hurry." Ray pulled a disgusted face.

Besides him at the workbench, Egon Spengler did the same. Ray had chosen to share his boon at the time, something his workmates had reason to regret. "I too have difficulty with the gifts my parents send me." He told Ray, hoping to redirect the younger man's thoughts away from further experiment's with 'Vegimite'.

"My mother, for instance, recently gifted me with a parcel of exotic underwear. She believes it is time I settled down and started a family. For some reason she thinks silk and animal print jocks will help me to do this."

"Sounds like a plan to me!" Ray said impishly. Egon sighed and asked for a Philips head screwdriver. Sometimes it just never did pay to leave the laboratory.

O.o

"Peter." Egon greeted his colleague.

"Egon." Peter murmured in reply.

"There appears to be something wrong with your eyesight. I am not your current 'girlfriend of the week'. I am that nerdy scientist you let hang around to pull your manly butt from out the fire every now and then."

"You think I have a manly butt?"

"Peter, stay on the subject!...Peter! Uh...oh...Peter..."

***

"Peter, what brought that on?" Egon asked, stroking the damp hair of the man sprawled face first across his chest.

"Knickers." Peter groaned, opening one eye and beholding a pert Spengler nipple. His dick valiantly made an effort to respond to the stimuli, but gave it up as a lost cause. He licked the nipple in apology instead.

Above him Egon rewarded his partners fresh interest with an alarmed look. But no, Peter was settling back down again, falling asleep. Thank goodness, for Egon was quite certain he could not have gone another round.

/What did he mean by knickers?/ The tired scientist wondered briefly, but decided it was too abstract a thought to contend with at the moment, so followed Peter down into the gentle lands of Morpheus.

The End, Oh My!