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“Holy sweet mother of GOD, Kyo, your apartment is a mess.”

Kyo rolled his eyes and turned back to whatever he was tinkering with on his worktable. “You say that every time you visit me,” he said, “but you always come back.”

“I’m just astonished that nothing ever changes,” Toshiya said as he emerged from the bedroom doorway, toweling off his shower-damp hair. “When’s the last time you did laundry?”

Kyo shrugged, his eyes never leaving the intricate tools in his hands. Tiny sparks flew from the unidentifiable bit of machinery on the table before him, but he didn’t flinch away. “Dunno. Week or two ago.”

Toshiya waited a bit, but apparently Kyo was too busy to talk. Sighing, he went back into the bedroom and eyed the mounds of clothing heaped in the far corner. If I covered it with a sheet, maybe I could make it look like a couch… But that really wouldn’t solve the problem, and he didn’t need to provide Kyo with any new and creative ways to be lazy, anyhow. Grumbling, he grabbed as big an armload as he could manage and trudged into the washroom.

***

Two hours later, Kyo was still working, and Toshiya had made it to the bottom of the clothes pile. It had been an uphill battle, and some of the stains had been more than a little stubborn (how had Kyo gotten ketchup on his underwear in the first place? At least, Toshiya hoped it was ketchup), but now Toshiya could see bare floor, and it gave him a certain odd sense of satisfaction.

He’d been just about to start on the bedsheets when Kyo poked his head in the doorway.

“What the hell are you doing in here?” His eyes were genuinely puzzled.

“It’s called ‘cleaning’,” Toshiya said, pretending to frown. “You might want to try it sometime, just for the novel thrill.”

“You did my laundry?” Kyo went on, ignoring the snide remark.

“Yeah. I even folded your underwear, so you owe me big time.”

“Hmph. Anyone else would feel privileged to get their hands on my underwear.”

“Oh, believe me, I do. I kept a pair as a souvenir, in fact.”

“That right?”

“Yes. I’m wearing them now.”

Kyo snorted, then gave up and just started laughing. Toshiya grinned, remembering sort of fondly why he was friends with Kyo in the first place. Snarky as the man could be, his face always lit up genuinely when he laughed. It made him beautiful, really. It made his laughter worth waiting for.

Kyo looked up, still grinning, eyes still bright with humor. “What’s with the look?” he asked, the humor fading but never really leaving his eyes.

“Nothing.” Toshiya shook his head. If he told Kyo how cute he was when he smiled, the man would simply scowl more, just to be contrary. “Finish whatever you were tinkering with in there?”

“For now,” Kyo shrugged, which meant he’d gotten bored or distracted or both. “I wanna do something else instead.”

“What did you have in mind?”

Kyo eyed the half-undone bedding. “Well, since you were about to wash the sheets anyway…”

Toshiya laughed. “Usually I’m the one who suggests that.”

The shorter man shrugged, looking away and then quickly back, almost embarrassed for a moment. “Yeah, well… consider it your reward. For doing the laundry.”

Toshiya felt a smirk slide firmly into place. “If that’s the case, then don’t you think you better get over here? And it better damn well be… rewarding.”

To Toshiya’s surprise, Kyo marched defiantly over, then slid to his knees in front of him and began fumbling at Toshiya’s pants.

“Kyo!”

“Shut up, Totchi.” A hand down his pants, sudden heat flaring whitely.

“You don’t, uh, have to…” They’d never done it this way before. Toshiya was too used to his role as giver, had never really thought about trying things the other way around. It made him feel almost shy. Kyo had pulled him free of his open pants, now, and was stroking up and down, a bit clumsily, but it was still good. Kyo’s face was mere inches from his length, and he thought about what he didn’t want to ask for.

He didn’t know quite what to do with his hands.

When Kyo took him in his mouth, his knees almost buckled. Gods, it’s been so long… Funny, how you can have so much sex and not be used to this… His hands moved to the other man’s shoulders, then slid upward, carefully, threading through coarse bleached-yellow hair. Kyo moaned, a low, muffled sound, and it made Toshiya clench his teeth to bite back the words like more and yes and especially please.

Kyo was getting bolder now, taking him deeper, doing unholy things with lips and tongue. Toshiya’s hips jerked in spite of himself, but Kyo didn’t seem to mind, didn’t seem to care, so he went with it, shallow little thrusts in a mostly-even rhythm.

His hands were tugging at Kyo’s hair, now, probably enough to hurt, but he couldn’t seem to make himself care.

Orgasm came far too soon, drained him more than he thought possible. Kyo mindfully pushed him back in the direction of the bed, and he let himself fall the moment the backs of his knees hit the mattress.

“So.” Kyo was still on the floor, elbows propped on the bed, looking down at him. His expression was insufferably smug. “Mnf,” said Toshiya, who found that forming sentences with words was suddenly a lot harder than it was supposed to be.

Kyo raised his eyebrows, his smug look getting even smugger, if such a thing were possible. “That good, huh? I just have a natural talent for these things, I guess.” He blew on his nails, pretended to buff them on his shirtfront. His dark eyes glittered with amusement.

Toshiya laughed. “If that’s what I get for doing your laundry, what do I get for cooking dinner?”

Kyo made a great show of considering it. “Depends what you make. If it’s good, then how about a nice slow fuck up against the wall?” His grin was positively evil.

“I hate to point out the obvious, but you’re a little, uh, short for that, Kyo…”

“I meant you doing me.”

Toshiya felt his pulse quicken. “Does trout almandine sound okay?”

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