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“Hey baby,” Sam said, popping his head around the edge of the door. “I’m going to do a load of laundry. Do you need anything washed today?”
Sebastian didn’t look from his computer. “One second, Sam,” he called. “I just need to finish this line of code I’m working on.”
“Okay, Sebby, I’ll check back in a minute.”
Sebastian and Sam had moved into their apartment over the newly restored community center about a month ago. Since Sebastian worked full-time doing freelancing programming, and Sam worked part-time at the museum, Sam had taken over most of the household work. At first, when Sam had offered to take on the bulk of the work, Sebastian had been convinced that his boyfriend would dye all their clothes pink, but when Sam’s mother had heard they were moving in together, she had given Sam a crash course on running a household. This had balanced nicely with Sebastian’s mother’s lessons on how to cook, and the two men had adjusted to living together relatively easily.
Sebastian heard Sam’s footsteps fade down the hallway. He sighed to himself, looking over the string of code on his screen, checking for typos. Satisfied that everything appeared to be in order, he saved his work and minimized his program. He closed his eyes and cracked his neck, trying to get the kinks out of his back, just as Sam’s head popped around the corner again.
“Almost done, Seb?”
"Yeah,” Sebastian replied, finally glancing at his boyfriend. “I just –” Sebastian paused. “Sam?” he asked, his mouth dropping open.
“Yeah, baby?” Sam asked, an innocent look on his face. “Something wrong?”
“Where did you get that hat?”
Sam grinned at him, lifting the cowboy hat he was wearing off his head in a greeting. “Howdy, partner,” he giggled. “Thought you’d never notice. I found it in a box of stuff my mom sent over a couple of weeks ago. I think it was part of an old Spirit’s Eve costume. Do you like it Seb?” he asked coyly.
Sebastian swallowed. He did, in fact, like it. He really liked it. Yoba, he looks good in that hat, he thought.
“Yeah, I do like it, Sammy,” Sebastian grinned. “Wanna come over here and I can show you how much?”
“No way, Sebby,” Sam said. “If I go over there, we’ll be busy for the next half hour. Laundry first, then I can show you the hat.” Sam’s head disappeared back into the hallway.
“Hell, Sammy,” Sebastian called loudly enough for Sam to hear him. He stood up from his desk. “With a promise like that, I guess I can take a break to help get the laundry gathered. I’m on my last pair of underwear, anyways.”
“Me too,” Sam called from the bedroom. “Looks like we’re doing laundry just in time.”
Might as well throw this shirt in too, Sebastian thought, looking at his favourite frog pyjama shirt. He pulled it over his head as he entered the bedroom, freezing as his head emerged from the shirt. Sam was standing in the middle of the bedroom, throwing his jeans onto the top of the laundry hamper. He was still wearing the cowboy hat… and only the cowboy hat. Well, actually, now that Sebastian looked closer, he wasn’t only wearing the cowboy hat. For some reason, he was also wearing sports socks.
“Sammy,” Sebastian asked in a strangled voice. “Where are your clothes?”
“Well, I was thinking,” Sam started explaining, his eyes widening as he looked at Sebastian. He swallowed hard, before finishing his thought. “The main problem with doing laundry is that, unless you’re doing it naked, you always have more laundry to do. So I thought this would solve the problem.”
Sebastian nodded. “Makes sense really,” he responded. And I certainly can’t complain about the view. “And the socks?” he asked.
Sam shrugged. “My feet were cold,” he explained, his eyes now fixed on Sebastian’s waistband. “Fuck, Sebby,” he whined, “you’re wearing those fucking pyjamas again. You know what they do to me.”
“I know,” Sebastian grinned. “Even if I didn’t know for sure, I certainly do now,” he smirked his own eyes lowering to Sam’s dick which was standing at half-mast.
Sam blushed, but made no effort to hide himself from Sebastian’s view. “What do you say, baby?” he asked, something in his voice causing Sebastian to look up at his face again. Sebastian felt his heart race at the look in Sam’s eyes. “Wanna wash those pj’s?”
“Might as well,” Sebastian answered casually, fully entering the room and sauntering over to Sam. “Want to help me out of them?”
Sam met him halfway across the room, and the two men stood for a moment face to face, both hesitating to make the first move. Finally, Sam closed the space between them, capturing Sebastian’s mouth in a searing kiss. He slid his arms around Sebastian, his hands trailing down his back as his fingers slipped under the waistband of Sebastian’s pyjama pants to cup his ass and pull him flush against Sam.
“Mmm,” Sebastian hummed against Sam’s mouth. “I thought you wanted to do laundry, first,” he teased Sam, gasping as Sam grinded his pelvis into Sebastian’s hip.
“Laundry, can wait,” Sam murmured. “You first, laundry later.”
“Sounds like a plan,” Sebastian pushed against Sam, guiding him further into the room. “What do you want to do, Sam?” he asked as Sam’s thighs met the edge of the bed.
Sam grinned at him, laughter mixing with the heat in his eyes. “I’m a cowboy Seb,” he huffed. “I want to ride my stallion.”
Sebastian snorted, clapping a hand over his mouth to control his laughter, afraid he would hurt Sam’s feelings, but he could feel Sam shaking too. Soon both men were howling with laughter. “Fuck, I’m sorry Seb,” Sam wheezed. “I couldn’t resist. It was right there.”
“S’ok Sammy,” Sebastian wiped a tear from his eye. “I would have done the same.” He gulped in a big breath, Sam’s length still pressed against him. He traced his fingers slowly down Sam’s side, pressing a kiss into his neck. He pulled away for a second and met Sam’s eyes again. “You were saying something about a ride, Sammy?”
“Fuck, Seb,” Sam moaned softly, “You sure baby?” Sam’s hands were already pulling Sebastian’s pyjama pants down his legs so Sebastian could step out of them. He paused. “No underwear, Sebby? My favourite.”
“Told you I was on my last pair of underwear,” Sebastian said with a shrug. “I was saving them for tonight.”
Sebastian crawled onto the bed, laying on his back. He grabbed a spare pillow and propped it under his hips as Sam joined him on the bed, handing Sebastian the bottle of lube they kept on the bedside table. Sam laid beside him, his chest against Sebastian’s side with one leg draped over his waist. “You’re seriously going to keep the socks on Sammy?” Sebastian asked.
“Yeah,” Sam said indignantly, grinding against Sebastian’s hip again. “Told you,” he moaned, “my feet are cold.”
“Whatever,” Sebastian said, pouring some lube onto his hand and placing the bottle back on the table. He shifted so he was facing Sam again, reaching around to Sam’s ass. “As long as you keep the hat on, too,” he said. He brought his lips to Sam’s neck, sucking at it gently. Sam arched his neck to give Sebastian better access, pushing into him as Sebastian pressed a couple of fingers into Sam’s entrance.
“Holy shit, baby,” Sam whimpered. “Feels good.”
“Yeah?” Sebastian asked. “Yoba, Sammy, you feel loose already,” he said.
“Mmm…” Sam moaned. “Might’ve had some fun while you were working this morning,” Sam said.
“Fuck, Sammy,” Sebastian’s dick grew even harder at the thought of Sam pleasuring himself. “Next time, come get me.”
“Didn’t want to interrupt you. You looked busy.”
“Never too busy for you, Sammy,” Sebastian murmured, pressing kisses into Sam’s chest. He pushed his fingers against Sam’s prostate, grinning as Sam let out a loud moan.
“Feels good, baby,” Sam gasped. “Think I’m ready.”
“Already? Well… ride ‘em cowboy,” Sebastian teased as he pulled his mouth away from Sam’s skin and laid on his back, coating his cock with the leftover lube.
Sam straddled Sebastian, lining himself up against Sebastian’s length. They exchanged a look and a nod and Sam slowly slid down Sebastian, allowing himself to stretch around Sebastian’s dick.
“Oh fuck, Sammy,” Sebastian panted. “You feel so good.”
Sam’s eyes were wide and he bit his lip with desire as he slowly impaled himself on Sebastian’s rod, not stopping until he rested against Sebastian’s thighs. He took a few deep breaths, trying to relax. Sebastian reached between them and grasped Sam’s dick in his hand, stroking it slowly as Sam whined in pleasure. Finally, Sam started to move.
He brought his hips up, almost pulling off of Sebastian completely before sliding back down, repeating the motion slowly. Every movement elicited a moan of pleasure from Sebastian, the heat within him growing in intensity with each roll of Sam’s hips.
“Fuck baby,” Sam moaned, “You feel so amazing.” He brought a hand up to the top of his cowboy hat, the other hand joining Sebastian’s around his dick.
Sam increased his speed, and Sebastian had to bite his own lip to prevent from screaming out. “Holy Yoba,” Sebastian moaned, “You look so fucking hot riding me like that Sammy,” he ground out between puffs of breath.
“Yeah?” Sam asked. “You like me riding you, baby? Should I go faster?”
“Oh fuck,” Sebastian pressed his hips up as his back arched. Sam’s hand guided them both around Sam’s dick, and he felt Sam tensing around him as he bounced even faster along Sebastian’s cock. “Fuck Sammy,” he warned, feeling his balls tightening as they made contact with Sam’s ass. “Oh fuck Sam, I’m not going to last long.”
“Sebby,” Sam huffed. “Don’t hold back, baby. I’m so close. Fill me up, baby.”
“Sammy… I… oh fuck… Sam…” Sebastian gasped. “Feels too… too good… I… NGHHHH!”
“Sebby… holy crap Seb… baby… I’m.. I’m coming too, baby. I… oh FUCK! Sebbbb.”
Both men moaned as they came simultaneously, Sebastian pumping into Sam and Sam spurting ropes of cum onto Sebastian’s stomach and chest. They stayed like that for a couple of minutes, Sam still holding onto the cowboy hat. Their chests heaved as they tried to regain their breaths. Finally, Sam pulled off of Sebastian. He reached down to the floor and picked up Sebastian’s pyjama bottoms.
“Sorry baby,” he said apologetically. “Looks like we got some pre-cum on these. Want me to wash them too?”
Sebastian shrugged. He was too worn out from the excellent sex to care. Sam wiped the cum dripping down his leg with the pants, then brought them to Sebastian’s chest to clean him up too. He tossed them on top of the laundry, and Sebastian watched in awe as he picked up the laundry basket and headed out of the room.
It’s always like this, Sebastian thought to himself, rolling over to bury his head in his pillow. I’m always so exhausted after sex, but he has so much energy. At least the laundry will be done. He heard the water for the washing machine pour over the clothes Sam added to the basin. “Be back in a moment, baby, just adding the soap,” Sam called.
“Okay Sammy,” Sebastian mumbled, not really caring if Sam heard him. He heard the sound of cupboard doors opening and closing, and a rustle of plastic bags.
“Seb?” Sam called.
“Yeah Sammy,” Sebastian raised his head so Sam would hear him.
“Do we have any laundry detergent?”