by Nicole S
"Bladerunner."
"R.
Roadhouse."
"That's not a cool movie, go again."
"It's cool to me. You
just can't come up with anything for E."
"That's not true, I just hate that
movie. Go again."
"Rocky Horror Picture Show."
"That's better. W. White
Men Can't Jump"
"P. Patriot Games"
"S. Scream."
"M. Monty Python's
Holy Grail."
"L..."
"Last Tango in Paris."
Both men turned to the
direction of the voice. The Director clicked towards them on her stiletto
heels.
"My, my, my, my, my. I never thought I'd see the day when you two
played nice. I'm glad your little camping trip last week made you realize
that you don't have to hate each other."
"We never really hated each
other." Vic said.
"Oh, I hated you." Mac replied.
Vic turned to Mac with
a confused look on his face.
"Now, now, let's not let a good thing go to
waste."
"Where are Jackie & Li Ann?"
"We've been waiting for over an
hour."
"The girls were on their way in this morning when they had a small
scuffle in the parking lot. They are now on their way to a retreat to learn
some teamwork skills. They will be back in two weeks."
"When you say
scuffle do you mean a fight?" Vic asked eagerly then swallowed.
"Was there
any hair pulling?" Mac looked at the director who gave him one of her steely
glares. "I'm asking on a purely concerned level."
The Director sighed. "As
much as I don't want them to, the Cleaners are selling copies of the
surveillance tape for ten dollars a piece."
"Who...who won?" Vic barely
whispered.
"You'll have to shell out the money to find out, won't you? But
enough about them. You two are going to have to make yourselves busy for two
weeks as there are no cases."
"What do you mean no cases?"
"I need the four
of you as a team. I can't have two of you trying to kill each other all the
time. When the girls get back you can all play again. For now I'm assigning
you to supplementary duties."
"These supplementary duties, they don't have
anything to do with Dobrinsky's cars do they?"
"Sadly, no. I have assigned
you two to laundry detail."
"Laundry detail!" Both men said at once.
Vic
rolled his eyes "Aw, that's not fair."
"Fair or not, you two have to earn
your keep. I can't pay you to sit around all day and do nothing. Report to
the laundry room in the basement."
Mac slouched down in his chair and
groaned.
The Director started walking out the room before turning. "Come on
boys, no rest for the wicked. And remember...be gentle with my
unmentionables."
Vic and Mac looked at each other, a shiver ran through them
both at the comment.
"This sucks," Mac moaned as he pushed the button for
the elevator. The down arrow binged immediately and the doors opened. They
both got inside. "We always get punished whenever Li Ann & Jackie get in
trouble." He pushed the button for B2.
"I know, it's not fair."
The
elevator started moving.
"How many copies are you going to
buy?"
"One...maybe two...depending on the quality."
The doors opened to the
laundry room where they were greeted by Dobrinsky.
"Oh no, I'm not doing
your laundry." Mac said and turned to leave.
Dobrinsky grabbed onto his
arm. "I'm hurt by that remark."
"Yeah, Dobrinksy, forget it." Vic
said.
"Relax guys." He let go of Mac. "I'm only here to show you around as
Gordie is sick."
"Who the hell is Gordie?" Mac said, rubbing his arm where
Dobrinsky had held him.
"He's the usual laundry guy. He'll be on sick leave
for a week while he gets his tonsils out." Dobrinsky began walking around the
room, motioning to the machines. "Washers here, dryers there, iron and presses
in the corner." He picked up a black velvet bag. "Now. This is the
Director's Laundry. Be very careful with it. You use the special soap in the
pink bottle for this."
"Uh huh." Vic rolled his eyes.
"I suggest doing it
first, get it out of the way. And remember—delicate cycle only." He threw
the bag to Vic. "Have fun boys" Dobrinsky waved then left.
Mac mockingly
saluted him as the door closed. "Well Vic this really sucks. I can't tell you
how much I think this sucks."
"I'm with you there."
"I don't even do my
own laundry. How the hell do they expect to do someone else's?"
"It's not
hard."
"What do you know about it?"
"Unlike you, I have some domestic
skills." Vic motioned to the carts of linen and uniforms behind them.
"Colours separate from the whites and there you go!"
"Tell you what, you can
show me four or five times then I might catch on."
Vic handed him the bag
containing the Director's laundry. "Tell you what, how about a little on the
job training?"
"But..."
"Just put it in the washing machine right here, set
the dial to delicate, put some of the pink stuff in it and press start. It's
not hard. I'll just see how much is waiting for us in the mean time."
Mac
looked at the bag of laundry and threw the whole thing in the washing machine.
Then he added the whole bottle of pink liquid.
Soon Vic was back and together
they filled most of the machines which were humming along. They only had one
machine to go.
"It's sure hot in here." Mac said as he wiped his brow.
"I
know." Vic unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, revealing a white
undershirt.
Mac removed his shirt, he had no undershirt, and threw it in the
washing machine they were loading. "Might as well wash everything that's
dirty, right?"
"Yeah, might as well." Vic looked at Mac—his lean, well
defined torso, the hair on his chest, the flat brown nipples. He turned away
and finished loading the last machine trying to hide the bulge that had just
developed in his pants. He felt a tug on his shirt as it was being untucked
from his jeans. He turned to face Mac.
"I think this is dirty too." Mac's
eyes were glittering in the glow of the fluorescent lights. He removed Vic's
undershirt and tossed it in the washing machine then closed the lid.
Vic just
stood there, speechless. He thought the incident in the woods was a one time
thing. He never thought the young man would want him again.
Mac moved in and
ran his fingers down Vic's chest before stopping to tweak a nipple. Vic
gasped.
"How long does it usually take for the washing machine to
finish?"
Vic breathed in and out quickly before finding his voice. "Twenty
five, thirty minutes." His cock was now throbbing as Mac continued stroking
his nipples.
"That gives us some time to kill." Mac grinned then leaned over
and started kissing Vic's neck.
"Uh, yeah. I guess....I guess we do." Mac's
mouth then met his in a sweet, warm embrace. Vic kissed back, feeling the
younger man's tongue enter his mouth. He sucked on the tongue before releasing
it and groaning out loud.
Mac kissed a trail down the older man's throat,
pausing to caress the divot at the base of his neck. His tongue snaked a trail
through the sparse hair to a nipple.
Vic leaned back against a washing
machine letting out a small cry as Mac tugged at the nipple with his
teeth.
Mac then kneeled down, pausing to nip at Vic's belly button. He
looked up at his lover.
"You want I should continue?"
Vic's green eyes were
sparkling "Continue," he whispered.
"Good."
Mac undid the button on Vic's
jeans then the zipper. He stroked the bulge through the cotton of the
underwear.
Vic sucked in his breath.
Mac pulled the jeans and underwear
completely off leaving Vic clad in only his boots. Vic's hard, glistening cock
was making his mouth water. Mac blew on it, watching it jump before licking
the spot of pre-cum on the head. Taking his time, he licked around the head
and down to the base before slowly bringing his tongue back up again.
Vic
leaned back and held onto the edge of the stainless steel washing machine. His
head was thrown back, his eyes were closed. He could feel the wet warmth of
Mac's mouth envelop his cock which was threatening to explode at any moment.
He let out a loud moan as Mac started to move up and down over the velvety
shaft, the soft lips tugging at the skin.
Mac swirled his tongue over the
head and swallowed the pre-cum before releasing Vic from his mouth. He licked
his way up his body, pausing again to tug at the nipples. Finally he was
standing before Vic and looked into his eyes. His pupils showing the barest
rim of green. He kissed him, moving his still covered crotch against Vic's
erection.
"I want you Vic." He kissed down his neck.
"I want you too,
Mac." His mouth searching for the one below.
Mac stood back and removed his
pants, laying them on one of the dryers. He took off his now tented silk
boxers and lay them on top of his pants.
Vic looked at Mac's muscular body
and his large erect cock. A shiver went up his spine as Mac sat him on a
washing machine. Vic leaned back as Mac put two fingers in his mouth. Vic
sucked on them for a minute before Mac used them to tease his tight opening.
The feeling of Mac's finger entering him was amazing. He whimpered as a second
joined the first, stretching him wider. Then the third and he was surprised to
find his hips moving in time with Mac's movements. He wanted him, had to have
him. Had to feel that large cock inside him, those swollen, pouty lips against
his own.
Mac looked down at Vic. His face had that fuck me look on it. He
bent down and kissed the swollen red lips before removing his fingers from
Vic's ass. In one movement he brought Vic's legs around his waist and entered
him with one push.
"Oh God!" Vic cried at the sensation.
Mac moved forward
and kissed Vic for a minute, nudging himself deeper inside. Then he started
thrusting back and forth. One hand was around Vic's neck, holding him, the
other wrapped around his equally large member. Vic's boot heels were digging
into his back.
Vic was in sheer heaven. His arms went up around Mac's neck,
bringing him in for another kiss. He could taste himself on his tongue. The
feeling of Mac pounding into him was too much to bear. He held on as long as
he could but then came with a cry.
"Maaaaaaaaac!"
Mac wanted this to last
but it was not going to. The feeling of Vic's muscles contracting around his
cock stopped him in his tracks. His balls tightened then the release of warm
fluid into Vic's ass. He moaned then sighed as he milked not only Vic's cock
but his own with his movements.
Mac put his head on Vic's chest before he
realized something was not right. He could feel something tickling his legs
and ass. He stood up, removing himself from Vic and looked around. There were
suds everywhere.
"Oh shit! Vic look!"
"Hmmmm?" Vic was still tingling
from the orgasm and didn't want to look at anything. He glanced over and saw
Mac standing waist deep in suds. "Oh my god! What the hell did you do?"
"I
didn't do anything."
"You must have added too much soap."
"You're the one
who added all the soap..." His voice trailed off.
"The Director's laundry!"
They both cried. The two naked men ran over to the washing machine which was
belching suds all over the floor.
"What do we do now?"
"Clean it
up!"
"We're naked!"
"So?"
"Well we need some
clothes!"
"Why?"
"So...we can clean up!"
Mac walked over to Vic and ran
his fingers down his chest. "Let's not."
"Not clean up?"
"Let's do it
naked."
Vic swallowed.
"Come on Victor, where's your sense of adventure?"
He leaned in and sucked on the gold hoop in Vic's ear.
"Um...okay."
They
cleaned up the mess, finished the laundry and managed to have sex on a dryer,
and the clothes press before Dobrinsky found them fully clothed and ready to go
home for the day.
"Well, I guess the Director was right. You two can work
together."
"You just have to find common ground."
"You think you guys will
ever find common ground with me?"
Vic looked at Mac who looked at Vic. They
burst out laughing. "Somehow, I don't think so." The two men, still laughing,
got in the elevator and left.
In the surveillance room the Cleaners
were busy counting the cash they had made that day for the Jackie/Li Ann tape
when something caught their eye.
"Looksie here. Laundry day is
it?"
"Ooooh, remind me to tell them not to put too much starch in my
collar."
"I think there's starch somewhere else my friend."
The other man
looked at the television screen, not tearing their eyes away from the vision of
Mac bent over a dryer while Vic entered him from behind.
"I feel a trip to
the Bahamas coming on with this little gem, don't you?"
"Most
definitely."
ic and
Mac had been waiting for an hour for the Director to show up. They were both
surprisingly on time, sitting in their chairs, as they should be, but no
Director. No Jackie or Li Ann for that matter either.
