Dirty Laundry

A/N: Well this is my first fanfic here. I've been lurking for awhile but I finally decided to submit something. Critique and Comments are always welcome and I hope you enjoy. Just a little oneshot I made for two friends of mine to help cheer them up.

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Trowa shifted his weight on the sofa and flipped through the channels again. There was nothing on, and there never was, not when he was in this sort of mood. His lover had a way of disappearing when he needed him most. Trowa let out an impatient sigh. It seemed like hours ago that his blond lover had left to go to the laundry. It was only in the basement of the apartment complex that they currently shared so he had no idea why Quatre felt it necessary to monitor the clothing.

Flipping off the TV, he stood up and adjusted his pants so he'd be able to walk to the laundry room and not give people more of a show then they wanted. He left, locking the door to their room behind him and began his decent into the laundry room. There was only one person he ran into as he made his way down and he wasn't surprised considering it was now – he glanced at his watch – 1:26 in the morning. He knew that Quatre sometimes snuck out of bed to do the laundry late at night to “avoid the crowd,” as he put it.

As Trowa descended the last flight of stairs he found himself facing a very dark hallway. He flipped the switch next to him and much to his chagrin found that it did nothing to remedy the situation. However, he began down the hallway thinking the maintenance staff should be notified but a quick glance to his left revealed “Maintenance Facilities #2” and so he had a feeling they already knew. Just a little further down the hall and to the right was the laundry room, the door was mostly closed so only a ray of light spilled into the darkened hallway. Trowa pushed on the door lightly to open it and heard Quatre singing. He couldn't help but smile to himself; that was one of those cute quirks he just loved about him.

“Little darling, it's been a long cold lonely winter. Little darling, it feels like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right. Little darling, the smiles returning to the faces. Little darling, it seems like years since it's been here. Here comes the sun, here comes the sun and I say it's all right ” Quatre rocked his body to the music that played only in his head and jumped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He turned and smiled to see his lover. “Trowa... what are you doing here?”

“I came to get you,” he said pulling Quatre in for a hug. “It's late and I need you. Come upstairs.” Quatre shook his head and pulled away from him after hearing his words.

“Mmmm, I can't. The clothes are almost done, though. I'll be up there shortly.” With that he walked to one of the nearby machines and adjusted the time. He was short so he had to lean over it causing himself to lift, what was in Trowa's opinion, his most perfect, cute, round ass in the air. That was the final straw and before Trowa really knew what he was doing he had Quatre flipped up onto one of the dryers and was on top of him.

“T-trowa,” Quatre managed a little shyly, “what are --” but he was cut off by Trowa's body pressing into his, and his lips crushing and covering his own. Quatre could never resist him when he kissed him like that. It was so strong, so powerful. Everything about Trowa that made him feel safe.

“Shhhh, Quat,” Trowa began, his hands working to pull off Quatre's shirt.

“But -”

“No buts. I know what you were going to say anyway,” he lifted Quatre's lithe body easily and pulled the shirt over his lovers head. “You were going to say 'what are you doing?' and I think in this case it's much easier if I just show you what I'm going to do.” Trowa lowered his mouth and captured one of Quatre's nipples in it. He knew his lover's nipples were very sensitive and he wasn't surprised at the moan that escaped the blond's mouth. He flicked his tongue over the now erect nipple as he sucked. Quatre whimpered as Trowa dragged his teeth over the it before moving to the next one.

Quatre moaned and grabbed at the top of the machine as Trowa moved his head to the other nipple. Again he sucked and nipped at the delicate flesh of his lover. He loved how sensitive Quatre's body was. Even simple things like what he was doing now got such reactions from the smaller boy; it was Quatre's reactions that always drove Trowa to the edge. Shifting his hips revealed to Trowa that Quatre was now hard. He smirked to himself, Quatre wouldn't fight him once he was like this.

After torturing Quatre's nipple to his satisfaction he kissed down the blond's still firm stomach. It wasn't as toned as it had been during the war but Trowa liked it more this way. He was softer and slightly more curved with the thin layer of fat covering his body and Trowa liked it that way. He moved lower to Quatre's pants and felt his lover pull on his shirt. It was a struggle but he managed to stop kissing Quatre's stomach long enough to look up at his passionate blue eyes.

“Off. Please.” Trowa smiled at Quatre's simple request and pulled off his shirt. Immediately Quatre's hands went to trace along Trowa's chest and stomach. He too loved the feel of the man that he called his. He nodded, almost a signal to Trowa, that he could continue what he was doing; and Trowa did.

His hands moved to Quatre's pants pulling them off with little effort. He loved it when Quatre wore sweats. They weren't very sexy but they were easy to get off and what lay beneath them was. Trowa smirked seeing the sight in front of him. His naughty lover hadn't even thought to wear underwear. He was hard and somehow, even through his disrobing, a drop of pre-cum remained on the tip of the pink and deliciously hard cock. “Mmmmm... Quatre, you're so beautiful. Your body is a work of art.”

“Trowa....” Quatre blushed beep red at his lover's compliment. “Thank you,” he smiled cutely. Trowa noted how a shiver ran up Quatre's body. Trowa flicked his tongue across the tip of Quatre's cock getting a moan as a reward. He sucked on the younger boy's head for a moment before positioning himself to press against Quatre's entrance when he realized they had no lube. Quatre was used to being taken without much stretching –in fact he often told Trowa that he liked it like that – but no lube...?

“Trowa, love, please don't stop,” Quatre said moving against Trowa. “I need you inside me, please...” Trowa loved when his lover begged like that but he shook his head.

“We have no lube...”

“It doesn't matter just take me please!”

“I can't and you know that. A little pre-cum isn't going to be enough.” To Trowa's surprise, Quatre moved to his hands and knees and then began to suck him. He closed his eyes letting his eyes flutter mostly closed watching only the blond head bobbing up and down in his lap now. He ran his hand through the soft blond hair encouragingly and even let himself moan for his lover. Quatre happily moaned back moving his head quicker, bobbing only a few more times before pulling off.

“There,” he panted, “now please Trowa, inside...” he laid back down, spreading his legs wide for his lover. “Please...” Trowa nodded at the request. He had no tolerance when his lover begged like that. He crawled between Quatre's legs and pulled him into his lap. He pushed himself in slowly but all in one go holding Quatre's hips so he wouldn't buck them and hurt himself. Both boys moaned as Trowa became fully sheathed and he didn't waste any time setting a steady pace for pushing into his lover. Quatre's hand wrapped around his cock and stroked in time to Trowa's thrusts.

The metal of the dryer flexed under the weight of the boys as they rocked their bodies against each other pushing closer and closer to their peak. Trowa came first and with a soft grunt he filled his lover. It didn't take Quatre much longer after that, though his orgasm was considerably louder. Trowa lowered himself on top of Quatre still catching his breath. His tongue darted out to lick some of the sweat off of the smaller boy's chest before placing a kiss there. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Trowa.” Quatre replied though the last part of his sentence was interrupted by the beeping of the machine they were currently on top of. “Oh!” he exclaimed and wiggled from under Trowa. Dropping to his knees he got the laundry from the dryer and, without thinking hugged them close to his body as he was use to doing.

“Quatre...” Trowa shook his head and smiled “Is that why you stay down here?” Quatre nodded cutely at Trowa's question and began to gather up the rest of the clothes. “But Quatre...” he said getting off the dryer and standing next to his love “they're just dirty again now.”

“Huh?” Quatre responded before looking down at the shirts he had in his hands. The were covered it sweat and other fluids. “Ah....” he smiled sheepishly. “Well would you like to stay down here with me this time, Trowa?”

“Yes,” Trowa smiled. “I'd love to.”