“Well, you could have just asked me,” I said, adjusting my now aching—thanks to him—dick.
He watched my hand on my crotch, and his nostrils flared, a rush of pink crept down his neck. His voice cracked when he said, “We better start this laundry.”
He turned and walked down the hall past the bathroom, to what I assumed was the laundry, so I followed. He upended the bag, the contents spilling onto the tiled floor.
“Here, I can do that,” I told him. “I don’t expect you or anyone else to do my washing.” I picked up a shirt and moved it to one side and shoved the sheets to the other side. And as I sorted the dark and light coloured clothes, I could feel him watching me. I looked up and smiled. “What?”
“You sort laundry,” he said quietly.
“Of course I do. By colour and then fabric.”
A slow smile spread across his face, and he bit his lip.
“Do you have a laundry kink I don’t know about?” I asked.
He laughed. “Uh no. It’s just that I always sort that way too, colour then by types of fabric. Eli never did, and it used to drive me insane.” He shrugged. “I like that you do.”
“Um, if you like it, then I’m pretty sure it falls in the kink category.”
He laughed, a low warm sound, before collecting the sheets off the floor and throwing them in the washing machine. He added powder and set it going, which left us standing close together with nothing between us, and suddenly the air was electric in the small room. I could see the rise and fall of his chest, the heat in his eyes.
Fuck.
There was a chemistry between us that I’d never felt with anyone else. And before my brain could catch up, I slid my hand along his jaw and drew his mouth to mine. He pulled our hips together, slid his arms around me, and it felt so good.
It felt so right.
Andrew tilted his head and deepened the kiss, and I pushed him up against the washing machine, pressing us together.
He was hard, as was I, and our cocks rubbed through the fabric of our pants. He ran his hands over my arse and pulled us closer still, and I moaned without shame.
And just when I was wondering if we should move to the bedroom—I didn’t want our first fuck to be on the laundry floor—his phone rang, startling us. He smiled into our kiss and pulled away, leaving the both of us breathless. His eyes were dark, his lips were swollen, and his cheeks were flushed. I decided right then it was my favourite look on him.
He pulled his phone from his pocket, showed me who was calling, and answered. “Sarah?”
Not wanting to lose the moment, I leaned in and kissed his neck. He smelled so good, and he tasted even better. I pressed against him, humming when our bodies aligned so perfectly.
“Really?” he asked, flustered. “Now? Can’t it wait?” I heard the buzz of her voice but not the words exactly, and with a frustrated groan, he disconnected the call. “My sister is on her way.”
“How long have we got?” I whispered, kissing up to his ear.
“She just walked past my car, so she knows I’m home,” he answered breathily, clearly he liked to be kissed there.
Wait. What? I pulled back. “She’s here? Now?”
He snorted out a laugh and nodded. “With the worst sense of timing.”
I stepped back and palmed my rock hard dick. “Oh man. Talk about awkward.”
Andrew did the same to his own erection and hissed. “Tell me about it.”
A knock sounded at the door, and Andrew let his head fall back with a groan. “Think horrible thoughts, think horrible thoughts,” he mumbled to himself, trying to will his hard-on away as he walked out to answer the front door.
“Yeah, like being interrupted in what was possibly the hottest kiss I’ve ever had,” I added.
Andrew laughed as he opened the door, and Sarah barrelled in. She didn’t see me, she hadn’t taken her eyes off her brother yet. “Tell me what happened?” she asked him. “I was going to call, but I wasn’t far away and I thought I’d get all the details in person. So tell me, what happened last night?”
“Well,” Andrew said slowly, as he closed the door behind her. Then he gave a pointed nod to where I was standing against the hall door.
Sarah followed his line of sight. “Hi,” I said, giving her a bit of a wave.
Her grin was immediate, as was her relief. “Oh, thank God!” She turned back to Andrew and hugged him. “I’m so glad. I knew! I just knew! When I saw how you two were together at dinner the other night, I just knew!” Sarah let go of Andrew and turned to me. “Oh wait, does you being here mean what I think it means?” she asked. She turned back to look at Andrew. “I mean, what about Eli?”
“Eli’s history,” Andrew answered. “And yes, this means what you think it means, but well, we think it does.” He looked at me and cringed. “We’re still working out the details.”
“We are,” I agreed. “Though I do believe the term officially dating was used?”