Title: Laundry Day
By: Bj Jones
Pairing: Eric/Speed
Rating: NC-17
Summary: Speed hates doing the laundry.
Disclaimer: I think we all know I don't own them and the reasons why. They are owned by various executives, producers, writers and studios that have more lawyers than I want to mess with. I'm not making any money just borrowing them for a bit and promise to return them.
Beta: Kay (Joe)

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Speed leaned over to grab the last of the towels out of the dryer. Sometimes he swore he washed more towels than a damn hotel. Delko and his need for warm fluffy towels. It wasn't be uncommon to see the Cuban walk out of the bathroom a towel around his waist, one around his neck, and one drying his hair.

Which led to Speed washing said towels twice a week.

Two strong arms wrapped around his waist, soft lips on the back of his neck. Speed huffed, "I should make you wash the towels."

"Last time you made me do laundry your white shirt turned pink." Eric kissed up his neck, nibbling along his jaw line.

The scruffy CSI gave his lover a look. "One day I'll have proof that you did that on purpose."

"You have no evidence," Eric whispered as his hands slipped under the t-shirt, caressing soft skin. "Besides do you know how hot you look bending over the dryer in these?" His hands slid down and cupped the growing erection.

Speed moaned and pushed back against the hard cock pressed into his ass. "Eric..."

"Don't worry I'll take care of you." He unzipped and slid the soft, worn, holed jeans down to his lover's ankles. He grinned, he loved laundry day – Speed always went commando. His hands slid over soft skin rubbing, touching, but not where Speed wanted him most.

The New Yorker yelled out as two slick fingers entered him, finding that one spot. He pushed back, his hands gripping the washer.

"What do you want?" the Cuban whispered in his ear, slipping into Spanish. "Do you want me to fuck you? Take you so hard you wouldn't be able to sit down for days? Or how about slow and deep, draw out the pleasure."

Speed moaned; he loved it when Eric whispered erotic things in his ears in a foreign language. "Fuck me." He leaned forward against the washer and spread his legs. The two slick fingers slipped out of him, only to be replaced with the thick head of Eric's cock. Strong hands held his hips still as he pushed in until he was balls deep.

The two stilled, adjusting to the sensation. "Please... Eric..."

Eric pulled out and pushed back in, drawing a loud moan from his lover. He began to pound into the willing body, lost in the sensation of the heat surrounding him. He reached around Speed and took the hard leaking cock in his hand, stroking it with firm strokes to match the hard thrusts into his lover's body. Speed gave his body over to Eric, relishing in the feeling of the hard cock sliding in and out of him, taking him hard and deep. The burn of pain blurring with the spikes of pleasure, the constant pounding on his prostate and the firm grip on his cock sending him over the edge. With a cry he bucked back against Eric and screamed his lover's name, spilling his seed over his lover's hand.

Speed clenching around his hard member brought him to completion. Eric bit down on Speed shoulder as he pushed deep inside his lover's body and came hard. The two panted ,trying to get their bodies back under control.

Eric reached down and pulled out one of the towels to clean the two of them up. He turned Speed around, fixed his pants, and then took his mouth in a deep kiss. "Love you."

Speed smiled and gave him a lazy kiss,, just enjoying the closeness of his lover's body. "Love you, too." He eyed the towel and grumbled. "I just washed that."

Eric snickered, nuzzling Speed's neck. "How about we get some sheets all dirty and we do more laundry tomorrow."

The New Yorker smirked pulling Eric toward their bedroom. "Sounds like a plan and then while I do laundry I can watch as you weed the backyard."

~ The End ~