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If you just put them in, I'm sure we can find something to do while the machine is running.

[Bryan doesn't question where this is going. Sure, they're friends, but that doesn't mean they can't still be - even they decide to do something friends don't usually do together.]

[Friends can definitely have benefits.]

Maybe. I'll have to really think hard about it though. What to do. What to do ♡♡♡

It's probably easier to figure out now that I'm here.

[Bryan quirks a brow, one hand on a hip as he leans against a machine nearby.]

Were all your clothes covered in proteins?

Oh!

[Abel makes a conscious effort not to jump, turning and seeing the other man in the doorway.] Its just the one pair of pants, they're soaking over there. I was going to add them after the first rinse cycle.

[He smiles.] That gives us...what, fifteen minutes before I've got to tend to the wash?

[Bryan moves forward, eyes flicking to the sink the pants are soaking in. Fifteen minutes isn't the longest, but they could make it work.]

Sounds about right. [He stops right in front of Abel.] Hey.

[His mouth curves into a soft smile as he reaches up to stroke his thumb along Abel's jaw.]

[Fifteen minutes, a little break and however long he really wanted. Though admittedly if they could get far enough in a span of fifteen minutes, Abel can't say he would mind letting thise pants soak for longer and just do another load in the wash.]

Hey...

[He responds almost shy, because this is his friend even if he baited him for this, and is definitely not as confident as texting might have him seem. At least at the start. But, he'll lean back against the washer in his underwear as casually as he can and smile, dip his head into the gentle feeling of his fingers.]

[Bryan pushes in, dragging a hand down to Abel's waist, fingers playing across all that smooth skin.]

Kinda feel overdressed.

[His eyes flick down to Abel's mouth, thumb tracing his lower lip, pulling it down. Bryan leans in, he's going to do it, he's going to kiss him. It feels right, a good thing to do, won't mess up their friendship, but - ]

Can I kiss you?

Thats very easily fixed. [Abel enjoyd the feeling of that hand sliding down his side, his skin warm having only taken his shirt off a few minutes ago and Bryans hands are warm. His own hand lifts, sneaking under his shirt and playing with the fabric.

Part of him wants to lean forward, take that finger into his mouth but he waits instead, as the other man leans ever so forward and he laughs, soft and light.]

I've never been asked before...thats sweet of you.

[Because he thinks it is, and if Bryan was waiting for an answer, that was it, Abel leaning forward with all the confidence he'd been given having the other drink him all in with his eyes and presses his lips to his. His fingers fist his shirt and leans back just a little, guiding him along with him into a comfortable lean.]

You're always supposed to ask.

[Bryan's brows crinkle, first in confusion and then in concern. Whoever Abel had been with before should have asked, it's sweeter with permission. Meaningful, and just the right thing to do. Unless those people had unspoken permission, but that wasn't as clear cut as just asking.]

I wa-

[He moans, softly, against Abel's mouth, pressing him back against the machine as his hands continue to explore. It's been so long since he's touched anyone like this, since anyone's wanted it. Bryan pulls back to pepper kisses down Abel's throat.]

You taste like soap and sa.. [Bryan stops talking in lieu of nipping at Abel's pulse point.]

[Abel makes a sound against the other man's mouth when he pushes him back into the metal appliance at his back. The pressure of his hips feels good, and his fingers slip up his shirt as his mouth slides down his neck.]

Mmmm, and you feel like heaven... [He returns, eyes closed as his head tilts back to allow Bryan all the access he wanted. His hips cant forward, into that pressure of his body, and he starts to push his shirt up to his arms. Long, thin fingers meant for navigating a ship, mapping out the plants of his chest, of each rib.] I-If you suck me off I'll-

[He sucks in a breath as the other man bites at his neck, fingernails digging into his skin.] I'll let you fuck me over the washer.

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