Thread: ugh

RE Lights in the North Nova's drabble Laundry for Juno rofl x ---------- It was one of the last few days before spring break, and it wasnt the first time they had been together. But it was one of the best because it was on the fourth floor and everyone else was at lunch so they could be a little loud, if they wanted to. There was a supply closet at the end of the hall that no one ever locked, and they had tested the sound on it earlier in the year by shutting Brady in it while Jon listened to him talking at various distances away. Brady had been a little reluctant at first, after all there was hardly a way to explain what they were doing if they were caught, but Jon said he was the louder one and it was better safe than sorry. One of the things Jon really liked about his boyfriend, besides the fact that he was so noisy about things he enjoyed, was that he pretended it annoyed him when Jon manhandled him. He was a few inches taller so it was a little embarrassing to be picked up so easily, but his complaints stopped when their clothes started coming off. And besides, the only way to really fuck in a supply closet was against the only part of the wall without shelves so they made do. As light as Brady was, it was still a little tiring holding him in place, even with his long legs wrapped around Jons thrusting hips for support. And he was not able to concentrate as much on the task at hand when he got as close as he was. Which was why he ended up dropping Brady a little when he announced he was about to cum, and Brady ended up grabbing one of the shelves violently for support. Something crashed off of the shelf and instantly the small space was filled with the sharp, stinging smell of bleach. Keeping his grip on his boyfriend, Jon would turn his head, grey eyes attempting to assess the damage as his thrusts slowed. He was brought quite violently back into the moment when Brady grabbed his dark hair hard, and pulled his head so he faced him again. I swear to God, Jon, if you stop right now Im going to fucking smack you, the blonde hissed out with a roll of his hips to remind the other exactly what they were skipping lunch for. And because Jon was Bradys as much as Brady was his, he had no choice but to comply. The bleach stung in his nostrils as he came, sucking in air desperately so he could moan his release into the blondes neck. They found after, as they tried to compose themselves that Jons pants and boxers were soaked, so Brady had to run to his dorm to get another pair while his boyfriend huddled in the closet, hoping to God no one came to see what the smell was about. He dressed in the hallway so not to risk getting the other pair wet as well, and as the bell rang the young lovers ran down the steps, barely able to contain their giggling. They didnt stop until they were behind the science building, as secluded an area as one could get on campus, and only then did they realize that they had forgotten Jons other pair of boxers in the supply closet. The giggling turned into full out laughter, and for the first time Jon was relived that he didnt have a fussy mother who wrote his name on every article of clothing he owned. Years later, when they had left boarding school far behind and they lived in an apartment together, Jon would take over the laundry duties. He no longer could really remember the supply closet incident, but it certainly had made its impression on him. Without fail, adding a cap of bleach to their whites would get him horny, and his boyfriend now fianc soon learned that laundry would be followed by a fuck. Despite being older, Jon would still get grumpy if he couldnt act on his urges. Brady asked Jon about it once, as they laid still tangled and sweating on the living room floor and Jon was surprised to find that he didnt have an immediate answer for the blonde. It hadnt even been something he really noticed, and after considering it hed shrug it off with a lazy smile before telling him the same thing he always had. I dont know why, but I wouldnt change it for the world.