Laundry duty
Gabriel sighed as he toed off his boots and put his jacket away. He hadn't been entirely certain Matt would really make him do the laundry, but it seemed Matt really was serious. Not that Gabriel could really complain; they did share the duties such as cooking and cleaning, although Matt was better at cooking so he did that more often than Gabriel did, and he was a bit of a neat-freak so he brought out the vacuum cleaner more often too. But it was Matt's apartment and he let Gabriel stay here for only a token part of the rent, so the least he could do was clean up the mess he'd made. He smiled at the recent memory, he couldn't help that he had a bit of an exhibitionist in him.
He glanced Matt's way, not receiving more than a short look in return, before Matt turned to check what mail he'd gotten. Gabriel sighed and grabbed his gym bag to go do the laundry. At least he didn't think he'd be forced to sleep on the couch.
He dumped his bag outside the bathroom, digging out the dirty sweatpants and t-shirt he'd used at the gym, along with the towel and underwear. He stripped off his jeans and top and put them in the washer as well, he'd gotten a few conspicuous spots on them and he hoped to at least save the top, it was one of his favorites.
"Hey, Matt. I'm putting my things in the washer now," he yelled out the door to his boyfriend. Matt had said he wanted to have his clothes washed after that little escapade in the car earlier, so he should come in here and put them in or he'd have to wait for the next round.
He didn't hear a reply so he bent to retrieve the detergent from beside the machine. Suddenly strong hands caught his hips and he bolted upright, only to be pushed flush up against the cold metal of the washer. Certain parts of his anatomy didn't appreciate the cold and he wondered why he'd have to go commando today again. Oh, right, Matt loved it when he did so that'd be the reason.
"Shit, man! Don't scare me like that!" he complained, his heart pounding in his chest, and tried to turn around to give his lover a reproachful look. But Matt was strong, his large hands firmly gripping his hips, and Gabriel shuddered at the warm breath that wafted against his skin as Matt leaned forward to speak.
"Don't forget, you must wash my clothes too." His voice was low and raspy, like it was when he was aroused and contemplating naughty things. Gabriel had been delighted to find out Matt had a kinky side that sometimes decided to come out and play.
"You better strip and put them in, then," he replied, low-voiced and flushing hotter with every heartbeat.
Out of the corner of his eye Gabriel saw Matt smiling, then his hands traveled from Gabriel's hips and up his sides, raising goose bumps in their wake, to his shoulders and down his arms, to grasp his wrists. Matt placed his hands atop the washer, leaning his considerable weight against Gabriel's back to make him brace himself.
"Keep them there," he ordered and Gabriel felt his body respond to the edge in his voice.
Matt stepped back only a pace and started to undress. Gabriel didn't dare turn his head to look in case Matt might stop what he was planning to do, but he felt the odd light caress of cloth or hands against his back and legs, Matt reaching out at random moments to keep him anxious and eager for the next touch.
Then he stepped up close and Gabriel closed his eyes briefly at the glorious feel of hot, firm, muscled and large body against his backside. God, but Matt had the best body he'd ever seen on a guy.
"You better put my clothes in and start it. I want to wear those jeans to the concert tomorrow."
Matt's favorite jeans, and Gabriel's. They were tight in just the right places, showing off Matt's perfect butt and thighs, and the swell of calves before they flared out just a bit over his boots. Gabriel had to swallow and could only nod at Matt's request. He tried to slither down between Matt and the washer to reach for the clothes nearly by his feet, but Matt grabbed him by the hips again and pulled him back. Back against Matt's groin and the feeling of a hot, stiff erection filling out, lengthening. Gabriel barely held back a moan, his own flesh heating in sympathy.
"Bend down and pick them up," Matt told him, his voice a bit ragged. Gabriel did so, neatly bending at the waist, thinking absently it was a good thing he was flexible, snatching the clothes and putting them in the washer. He heard Matt murmur something behind him and he stayed bent over for just a moment longer, enjoying the feeling of his lover nestling between his buttocks, rubbing slowly against his most sensitive parts.
He straightened quickly and dumped some detergent in the machine, not really registering how much, and then slammed it shut and pushed the button. It beeped and groaned for a minute before it started the program, and then it was humming along nicely.
"There," Gabriel said over a shoulder. "Your clothes are getting washed."
"Mmm," Matt said. His lashes were lowered, his tongue slipping out to wet his lips. "Good boy."
Gabriel was about to reply to that when a hand moved up to tease and pinch one of his nipples. He gasped and twitched, but the pleasure and pain shot straight to his groin and he was fully erect in no time. Matt knew he loved nipple-play and he had a fascination for Gabriel's ability to come this way.
Matt chuckled and then leaned in to kiss and nibble along his shoulder and neck. Gabriel closed his eyes and surrendered. He loved it when Matt went all bossy on him.
Matt continued to play with his nipples as he sucked and kissed along his shoulders, making Gabriel's skin wet and hot and sensitive along with his throbbing erection. It was torment of the sweetest kind. But it wasn't quite enough.
"Matt," Gabriel panted, his hips starting to rock back against Matt's body. "Please." He wanted to feel that large, stiff cock inside him again.
Matt stopped for a second and Gabriel mourned the halted rubbing and touching to his nipples. "Are you sure?" he asked, ever considerate of his lover. "It wasn't that long ago."
He nodded impatiently. "I'm sure. Matt, please."
Matt's hand vanished for a second and when it returned his fingers were slick and slightly cool against Gabriel's skin. "Spread your legs, babe."
He hadn't needed to ask; Gabriel did so willingly, nearly slipping on the edge of the bathmat in the process, only Matt's body behind him and the churning washer in front held him up. Then Matt's fingers were rubbing over his entrance, up and down and in small circles.
"Oh, god, Matt. Now." He wasn't a virgin and it hadn't been that long since their last fuck, he could go a bit faster than this. Matt obeyed and pushed his fingers inside. Gabriel nearly came on the spot.
"Shhh," Matt comforted him, one hand slowly circling his bellybutton, the fingers holding still for now inside him. "So eager, Gabe."
"Nnnh," was all he could come up with. But god, if he didn't take him now, he'd die. Gabriel started circling his hips, a whine slipping out to betray his need.
Matt chuckled behind him and removed his fingers. "Alright, love. Alright." Gabriel heard the snap of rubber and then Matt was prodding his hole with the head of his cock.
"Oh, yes!" Gabriel moaned and pushed back against the long, thick, stiff heat that slid into him slowly, opening him up and filling him. "Oh god, you're so big!" he breathed, his eyes squeezed shut at the pleasure.
Matt was finally fully seated inside him and Gabriel had to take a deep breath to slow his heartbeat. Matt's fingers were flexing around his hips, his breath hot against Gabriel's neck. And then he started to move. Small circles at first, shifting his length around inside, almost making Gabriel cross-eyed from the teasing touches to his prostate. Then slowly sliding in and out, short aborted jabs into him, his hips coming up flush against Gabriel's ass every time.
He was panting and gasping before Matt had even gotten down to the serious thrusting, and none of them had touched his cock. Gabriel thought he knew what Matt was up to and he didn't want to spoil his fun. And he was right. Soon a hand was moving up his side, along his ribs to his nipple. Gabriel pulled a shuddering breath when strong fingers closed around it, rolling it between the pads and then pinching gently.
"So good," he moaned. His lover knew so well how he liked it.
Matt had begun thrusting harder now, his large cock filling Gabriel's greedy body over and over again with heat and hardness. He was breathing heavily, groaning now and then as he looked down at where their bodies joined. Gabriel knew Matt liked to watch and tried as often as possible to put them in a position where he could do that. From behind was a particular favorite of theirs.
Then he felt his other nipple being tugged at and he cried out. Matt groaned at the sound and thrust forcefully all the way inside and stopped. Gabriel moaned, thinking he had come already and desperate for it not to be so. His lover usually had so good stamina, being able to hold out forever while he tormented Gabriel to the edge over and over again.
"Oh, babe," Matt murmured. "Don't shout like that, it'll be then end of me." He leaned over Gabriel's back, his considerable weight heavy and solid. "That was close," he breathed.
"Oh, please. Say it's not over yet," he almost whined.
"Oh, it's not, babe. It's not." But he didn't start thrusting again, only swaying his hips a bit to let Gabriel feel the length of him inside. Still hard and heated. Gabriel pushed back, trying to make him move, but Matt only shoved him forward against the washer. "Hold still, Gabriel," he ordered deeply. "This is my playtime."
He nodded and braced himself. Matt started playing with his nipples again, rolling them, pinching, and then soothing with the whole of his warm palm. Slow, large circles, long teasing pulls between the insides of his fingers. Matt had the most wonderful hands and he knew how to use them on Gabriel.
And Gabriel was lost. His body told him in no uncertain terms that what was being done to it was good, very very good, and that it wouldn't be long until it would be too much. Gabriel shifted to reach for his erection but Matt growled at him to hold still.
"No touching."
Gabriel whimpered.
He was literally squirming under Matt now, desperate for just a touch to his cock, anything to relieve the pressure. But Matt was relentless. And he was hardly moving either. Gabriel felt like he would burst from blue balls.
"You're evil," he whined, rubbing his ass back against Matt's groin, feeling his shaft shifting even more inside, and it didn't make anything any better.
"Just a moment longer, babe. Hold on," Matt whispered.
A moment. Even a moment felt like a small eternity right then.
And then the washer started whirring faster and faster. Gabriel jumped from the increased noise and only a second later registered the shaking it produced. Matt moved behind him and Gabriel's hips came up against the edge of the machine. And every shake and tumble went straight to Gabriel's throbbing cock.
He yelled out loud at the sudden forceful jab to his prostate and the shock of harsh pinching of his nipples and then it was all fast, hard thrusting inside him. He heard the sound of their sweat-slick flesh slapping together and then Matt growled in his ear and Gabriel couldn't take it any more. He came with a cry and could hardly breathe when his insides clamped down around the cock inside him. He felt it when Matt came, the pulsing of flesh and sliding quickly in and out in short moves right over his prostate, milking it all out of them both.
Next he became aware he was lying with his chest atop the washer, it had slowed down to a leisurely churning again and he grunted at the tingling it put in his still sensitive nipples. Matt was leaning over him, their skin sticking damply front to back, and Gabriel felt his lover's slow, deep breaths.
"Oh, god. I think you broke something," he said and tried turning his head, it wouldn't quite obey.
Matt chuckled and lifted off him, his hands slowly stroking up his back to his shoulders to help him straighten up. Gabriel grimaced at the feeling when Matt pulled out of him; it was never a sensation he had liked, feeling so bereft after having been complete and whole. Matt reached out and stroked his fingers through Gabriel's bangs, putting them into some sort of damp order.
"Liked it?" he asked with a smile.
"Yeah, I liked it. I just don't think my brain has recovered yet."
Matt's smile widened and he leaned in for a kiss. He was a damn good kisser and the teasing flick of a tongue to Gabriel's had his spent cock twitching in interest. He reached down to cup it soothingly and Matt arched an eyebrow when he noticed.
"It's feeling sorry for itself, we didn't touch it," Gabriel explained in his defense. "See?" he pointed down at his groin and the drooping cock. It twitched a bit at Matt's look and Gabriel had to bit his lip when Matt's other eyebrow rose as well.
"Twice in a day isn't enough for you, huh?" he asked.
Gabriel smiled coyly. "Only twice of you is never enough, darling."
Matt hummed under his breath and wrapped his strong arms around him, pressing their bodies together as he leisurely started kissing Gabriel. His body, even spent and sated, wanted to respond to the specimen of male perfection, and Matt helped it along with a thigh nestling in between his legs. Gabriel took it to heart and started grinding his groin against the curve of Matt's hip.
They were startled out of it by a loud beeping and Gabriel nearly tripped on the bathmat again. Matt chuckled and steadied him with an arm around the waist.
"The wash is done," Gabriel declared when he had figured out what it was, and Matt smiled and laughed.
"So it is. Good boy." He got a punch on the arm for that and another one for good measure, and then they were wrestling for the upper hand. Somewhere along the way Gabriel had started kissing Matt again and Matt was steering them towards the bathtub, and Gabriel laughed with delight when a large hand slowly slid down to his groin. It seemed twice wasn't enough for Matt either.
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