Foaming Action Written: August 4, 2003 For Aneya, who humored my boredom at work one day by requesting some "laundry porn". ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dom managed to load the washing machine piece by piece for about twenty seconds before he picked up the clothes basket and dumped everything in, shoving down to his elbows in the hot water. One arm sloshed back out to grab the box of soap powder, and he read the neon yellow print aloud: "Approximately ½ scoop per load." There was a scoop? He shrugged and sent a stream of white powder into the tub, shaking the box once or twice for good measure. Billy was a sweaty bastard, after all. Dom tossed the box behind him and shoved the clothes down into the water once more, using all his weight to cram everything in. After a moment’s hesitation he stripped off his shirt and added it to the top. Waste not want not, eh? "Billy!" "Yeah?" "You got anything else for the wash?" Billy descended the basement stairs to find Dom wadding his freshly removed socks into the machine before letting the lid close down with a bang and jamming the ‘on’ button with one thumb. The machine leapt into noisy life, clattering with a loud thumping sound that seemed ominous at best. "Gimme your shirt, Billy. I think I can fit it in here." Billy raised an eyebrow. "You sure you’re doing that right? Did you read the manual when we set it up?" "It’s a bloody washing machine, Bill. Clothes and soap and water. Now gimme your shirt." Billy glanced at the now-lurching washer and raised his other eyebrow, but obediently unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off to hand to Dom. He shook his head at Dom’s concentration with their new purchase, barefoot and domestic between the Snuggle and the ironing board. "I’ve heard of boys and their toys, Dom, but not quite like this." Dom merely flashed a clever grin and took the shirt from his hand as he opened the lid of the washing machine. It was at that moment that Billy’s smile turned into loud laughter. "Shit!" Dom leapt back as a torrent of thick white soap bubbles spewed out of the tub and poured onto the floor. Billy watched him flail and swear amid the splashes of hot water, trying unsuccessfully to contain his amusement. "Turn it off, Dom," he called. Dom leaned forward through the growing mountain of bubbles and frantically pounded the ‘off’ button, causing the machine to still and the splashing waves of soap and water pouring over him to slow and stop with a final gurgling sound. He stepped back to stare at Billy, who tried not to laugh at him soaked and bedraggled and scooping soapsuds off his jeans with both hands. "How much soap did you put in there, Dom?" "Some! Enough! I don’t know." Dom scowled at Billy’s shaking shoulders. "It’s not funny, wanker." "Oh, I disagree," smiled Billy. It was only then that Billy saw the double armful of white soap in Dom’s hands, a split second before it hit him dead in the face and clung wiggling to his gaping jaw. "Oh yeah, it is funny," said Dom. An instant of silence, and then Billy lunged for him. Dom leapt backwards, wailing with laughter, throwing handful after handful of soap wildly across the room until Billy drove a shoulder into his gut and sent them both crashing backwards onto the swimming tile. Dom let out a loud grunt as Billy’s weight knocked the breath from him, and Billy spluttered and huffed when Dom smeared a last handful of bubbles across his scowling face. Dom’s heels skidded and splashed in the puddles beneath them as he laughed and yelled. "Give over!" Billy grasped both wrists and twisted sharply, throwing his weight and tripping the balance so that Dom’s arms slammed trapped above his head. His knee slipped in the water and brought him down flat across Dom’s chest, wet skin squeaking together and soaking jeans squishing slightly as Billy twisted his hips more sharply and watched Dom go suddenly still. "You were saying?" Dom blew a bit of soap off his face with a sharp breath, and then licked his lips and stared up at the water dripping off Billy’s eyelashes, and his smile changed completely. "Give," Dom repeated. Billy’s mouth hit his own so hard that Dom’s head bounced painfully on the linoleum, and the fingers pinned above his head twitched and clamped down onto Billy’s grip. He drove his hips up, sliding a bit on the soap-slick floor, and sucked at the low noise that rushed out of Billy’s kiss. He felt Billy’s hands draw back, ease up, and he slipped out of their grasp and ran his palms down the skin of Billy’s back, leaving a trail of shining moisture, down and down to hook into the waistband of the water-splotched jeans. He waited till he felt a knee creep between his thighs, waited till Billy’s heartbeat began to trip and pound against his chest, waited until Billy’s eyes began moving beneath their closed lids before he scooped up a handful of soap and shoved it down the back of Billy’s trousers. Billy yelped as Dom roared with laughter, squirming wildly to avoid being kneed in the balls. Billy’s face flushed dark, but any intimidation was diffused by the jiggling bits of soapsuds sticking out from his hair. He reached backwards with a loud obscenity, and Dom hooked a leg over him and flipped him onto his back before he could regain any leverage. He sat astride Billy’s thighs, wriggling in the wet denim, and giggled down at Billy as he puffed. "Give," he said. The flash in Billy’s eyes went dark as he caught his breath and stared up at Dom. He hissed between his teeth when Dom bucked his hips once, grinding down onto the hardening ridge in his jeans. Dom smiled, leaning forward to draw both hands down the slope of Billy’s chest and take hold of the button below his navel. He popped it loose with one thumb and ground down once more, feeling his own drenched trousers growing far too tight as he moved. Billy watched him, a hint of a smile curving on the edge of his mouth, and Dom saw it and winked. "Alright then-- I will." His fingers were quick on the zipper as he scooted backwards, spreading heavy wet cloth with both hands, then crouching forward and stretching on all fours above Billy, his fingers splashing in the now-cold water. He lifted his head to blow a speck of soap off Billy’s hipbone, and didn’t wait for the gasp to subside before bending down and swallowing Billy whole. Billy’s head fell back on the tile, his mouth drawing open as he let out a gasping "unhhhh". His feet moved in the puddles, one hand winding back behind his head and the other reaching down to clutch a handful of Dom’s hair. Dom wasted no time, relentless and accelerating from the first stroke, moving his head as he drove faster and faster and flicked his tongue in opposite rhythm until Billy arched up beneath him and fell back with a loud wet slap. Billy pressed his face into the flesh of his bicep, turning his head to bite down hard on the white skin and stifle his increasingly loud noises. His hips slammed up to meet Dom’s mouth, his knuckles going white in Dom’s hair, pushing and clutching until he could hear Dom’s grunts with every stroke. His wet jeans were tight and itchy on his thighs, hot and sticky, and he could smell the cloying scent of detergent as he gasped with his face turned toward the tile. The water splashed beneath Dom’s flexing hands, and they flicked drops onto Billy’s face when they suddenly grasped him by the hips and held on tight as Billy jerked and arched his back on the floor, his shout bouncing off the low basement ceiling, and didn’t let him go until the last tremor ran through him and he collapsed boneless and panting on the slippery floor. After a few moments of listening to his heart slowing and the water plinking onto the tile, Billy opened his eyes to find Dom raising his head, breathing heavily, dragging the back of one hand across his mouth. The mischief was gone from Dom’s eyes, and he smiled at Billy and reached his other hand up to brush a spot of water off Billy’s lip. "There," he said. He looked around then, noticing for the first time the full extent of the flood still dripping from the washing machine across the floor to where they lay. He turned back to Billy with a grinning, half-sheepish shrug. "Sorry bout that, Bills. I know how much you hate a mess. Guess I should start mopping this up then, eh?" Billy waited till Dom leaned forward and braced his hands on the floor before he pulled his arm from behind his head and shoved his fistful of soapsuds into the spikes of Dom’s hair. He left a white handprint when he patted the gaping face. "Or we could just stay down here until it evaporates," he said, and yanked Dom’s elbows from under him. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ home