Dishes: Sunday Snuggle
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charisstomaTitle: Dishes
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 476
This is caityjay’s fault. Her and her dirty dishes and how that works with people who share living space.
He could have sworn that he had washed and put away all the dishes after lunch but there was the tell tale fork on top of the first in the stack. Only one fork. With a growl Jack went hunting for the other occupier of their home, Ethan knew how important it was to him that dirty dishes get taken care of as soon as possible. He’d had ants once that had done forays out of the kitchen and into the rest of the living space with one roommate in college.
With a shudder of memories at finding ants nibbling on his toothpaste, he flung open the door to the steam filled bathroom and stormed over to the shower. Through the frosted glass he could see the faint pale figure of Ethan’s body and paused. Ethan had turned to face the shower door, his hands working longer than normal below his belly.
It was totally unfair that Ethan could do this to him without even knowing he had an audience and it was taking a very long time for him scrubbing in that particular area. Thoughts of ants wandered away unnoticed as Jack realized what Ethan had to be doing. It was suppose to be Jack’s hands over those parts of Ethan, just as it was Ethan’s to do this for Jack. It was a perverted agreement they had made of, ‘you wash my back and I’ve wash yours’, except that it involved hands and mouths and kisses.
Outraged at the usurping of his rights, Jack wrenched off his clothes throwing them haphazardly onto the floor and pulled open the shower door. Ethan grinned at him, “Took you long enough,” and pulled Jack in under the spray. Things happen in showers.
Passing a towel to a now clean and somewhat limp Jack, Ethan tsked at the clothing strewn over the floor, gathering the pieces up and dumping them into the laundry hamper as he tugged Jack towards their bed. Things happen in beds too.
Much, much later hunger directed them towards the kitchen.
“I’ll stick the casserole in the microwave to reheat. Food should be on the table in 15 minutes,” Ethan called over his shoulder, “your turn to set the table.” The stack of dishes caught his eye, “You might want to put the dishes we won’t need back in the cupboard first,” a grin spreading across his face. “They aren’t dirty; I had to think of some way to lure you into the shower with me. Clever of me huh, it worked,” he cast a loving leer up and down Jack’s body, “very well.”
Jack’s arms sliding around his waist and even cleverer hands, seemed to agree. They might have to reheat the reheated casserole. Ants shouldn’t find it for the hour it would take to sate a reheated hunger of a different kind.
Author: charisstoma
Word count: 476
This is caityjay’s fault. Her and her dirty dishes and how that works with people who share living space.
He could have sworn that he had washed and put away all the dishes after lunch but there was the tell tale fork on top of the first in the stack. Only one fork. With a growl Jack went hunting for the other occupier of their home, Ethan knew how important it was to him that dirty dishes get taken care of as soon as possible. He’d had ants once that had done forays out of the kitchen and into the rest of the living space with one roommate in college.
With a shudder of memories at finding ants nibbling on his toothpaste, he flung open the door to the steam filled bathroom and stormed over to the shower. Through the frosted glass he could see the faint pale figure of Ethan’s body and paused. Ethan had turned to face the shower door, his hands working longer than normal below his belly.
It was totally unfair that Ethan could do this to him without even knowing he had an audience and it was taking a very long time for him scrubbing in that particular area. Thoughts of ants wandered away unnoticed as Jack realized what Ethan had to be doing. It was suppose to be Jack’s hands over those parts of Ethan, just as it was Ethan’s to do this for Jack. It was a perverted agreement they had made of, ‘you wash my back and I’ve wash yours’, except that it involved hands and mouths and kisses.
Outraged at the usurping of his rights, Jack wrenched off his clothes throwing them haphazardly onto the floor and pulled open the shower door. Ethan grinned at him, “Took you long enough,” and pulled Jack in under the spray. Things happen in showers.
Passing a towel to a now clean and somewhat limp Jack, Ethan tsked at the clothing strewn over the floor, gathering the pieces up and dumping them into the laundry hamper as he tugged Jack towards their bed. Things happen in beds too.
Much, much later hunger directed them towards the kitchen.
“I’ll stick the casserole in the microwave to reheat. Food should be on the table in 15 minutes,” Ethan called over his shoulder, “your turn to set the table.” The stack of dishes caught his eye, “You might want to put the dishes we won’t need back in the cupboard first,” a grin spreading across his face. “They aren’t dirty; I had to think of some way to lure you into the shower with me. Clever of me huh, it worked,” he cast a loving leer up and down Jack’s body, “very well.”
Jack’s arms sliding around his waist and even cleverer hands, seemed to agree. They might have to reheat the reheated casserole. Ants shouldn’t find it for the hour it would take to sate a reheated hunger of a different kind.
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Date: 2012-08-20 12:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-20 01:26 am (UTC)Dirty dishes in the sink ... it takes me about 10 seconds to think of slimy dishes and scummy sink underneath before I've got the hot water running. Ants don't come into it at that point. I know someone is going to run water over the dishes for something else and the dirty dishes will still be there afterward marinating. It's not so bad if they're stacked neatly on the table and dirty. *head desk* TMI
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Date: 2012-08-20 01:38 am (UTC)You are far more virtuous than I - dirty dishes in the sink start to bother me around the time I think of preparing the next meal and realise I have no clean plates or pans.
Marinating is not such a good word in conjunction with dirty dishes... *tries not to think about it too much*
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Date: 2012-08-20 05:24 am (UTC)Among various other ideas.
Any preferences?????
Oh, oh and what happens when Matteo, Jez, and Zeyli rescuse a FOURTH (and extraordinarily underaged) submissive just as said sub goes into heat. Poor Lamb, he's so CUTE!
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Date: 2012-08-21 12:41 am (UTC)The Director and Early. That is a very nice title.
Since you introduced the Director at the end of the last chapter as being still on premises you could do a side track and not be too far off the main story line.
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Date: 2012-08-20 11:43 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2012-08-21 12:36 am (UTC)I haven't run into that problem though for a while though. Maybe they make water heaters/plumbing more efficent or larger capacity then before so it is no longer a problem.
Ethan is clever and he does know how to play with his Jack.
If it hadn't worked, he would have shown up wet and dripping and naked and hefted Jack over his shoulder with the same end product and a few puddles in the kitchen.
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Date: 2012-08-21 06:28 pm (UTC)They're a cute couple. Maybe you should write a sequel? *innocent pleady look*