Title: I Thought We Came Here to do Laundry?
By: goosie
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: David Hodges/Bobby Dawson
Warnings: Male/Male Sexings. Misuse of washing machines.
Status: 34 of 50 (csi50 challenge)
Summary: Wherein there is sex in the laundry room.

"Y'know when I was a kid, my sister used to lock her self in the laundry room all the time."

David Hodges didn't turn around and raise his brow at the sound of the voice that had seemingly come from nowhere. That brow was, in fact, raised because of what "the-voice-that-had-seemingly-come-from-nowhere" had just said.

"Come again?"

He was even more puzzled when the owner of the voice, one Bobby Dawson, suddenly broke into a fit of guffaws. Was it something he said? David's brow raised a millimeter higher. To his credit, Bobby had tried to answer but he had quickly decided it was best to wait until the height of his amusement had passed.

"It's just that…" Bobby's grin widened. "Well, the reason she used to lock her self in there was that she used to sit on the washer."

The darker haired man's face lit up as his preverbal light bulb turned on. "Ah," turned out to be the only thing that David had to say to that.

Bobby snickered. "Ever since she told me that," the Georgian began as he leant against the door frame, "I've always wondered what was so special about the spin cycle."

David nearly dropped the bottle of laundry detergent and couldn't stifle his laughter fast enough. "Oh geez, Bobby."

The blond just continued grinning at David's shaking back and shoulders.

"Isn't anything sacred anymore?" David managed after sobering up a bit. "Can I not even wash a load of laundry without you turning it into something dirty?"

Bobby howled with renewed amusement. "You just…you just said… load."

"Oh for the love of…" The trace tech rolled his eyes turned back to the washer. "I swear you just get pervier and pervier every day."

"Is that even a word? Pervier?" Bobby chuckled. "Besides, I though you liked it when I talked dirty."

"Well, I don't really consider…"

Before he could even think to finish what he'd intended to say, David Hodges' mind completely shut down. The man suddenly pressed against his back might have had a lot to do with that actually. He hadn't even felt Bobby move and before he knew it that honey sweet drawl was whispering things in his ear that had successfully turned his normally pale skin a rosy shade of pink. Though, David's doom might have in fact been sealed by the smattering of feather light kisses on the back of his neck and shoulders.

"Now what was that you were saying?" Bobby murmured, his breath hot and moist against David's ear.

Was he insane? How the hell was he supposed to even remember his own name when a very interested Bobby Dawson was grinding against him like that? David's eye lids drooped a little lower, his breathing slowed and deepened as the hands that had been resting oh so casually on his hips had begun to travel to more inappropriate areas.

If there was one thing that David Hodges had quickly learned to love about Bobby Dawson, it was the man's hands. They weren't too big, definitely not too small and more than skilled in the art of driving him completely out of his mind. One of Bobby's damned near perfect hands began petting him from his chest to his belly, warming the skin there, making David's muscles tense with every pass. The other snaked around to dip past the waistband of David's pajama bottoms. He'd been forced to use both of his own hands to brace himself against the washer as the barest touch of fingertips brushed against his erection.

"Fuck, Bobby." He gasped.

He could feel Bobby smiling behind him and couldn't place what he could think was so funny. It wasn't like he was shamelessly arching into him or anything. Or maybe he was. It wasn't like he could be held responsible for any of his actions at this point. He wasn't even able to keep his eyes from rolling back as the sensation of the other man's hand wrapping around his cock washed over him.

Strong, confident fingers closed around his neck, tipping his head back as Bobby pressed against him aggressively. Rough strokes timed against even rougher trusting hips and soon the washer and Bobby were the only things keeping David upright. He was groaning, cursing, pleading for more, and though he'd never admit to any of this later, letting Bobby Dawson live after the man uttered every embarrassing term of endearment his twisted mind could come up with. It wasn't long before David was coming with a bitten off curse, trembling limbs, and a half sob as he struggled for breath.

"God-fucking-dammit, Bobby." He half laughed once he'd regained some semblance of sanity and didn't even give Bobby a chance to catch his own breath before David had turned around and pressed his back against the wall behind them. He surprised him with a hungry kiss which the blond more than willingly accepted.

Bobby, still hard as all hell in his own right, was anxious enough that their kisses had become sloppy and hurried. The two of them clutched at each other like this would be the first and last time they'd ever get to do something like this. Bobby rubbed wantonly against the thigh David had managed to maneuver between his spread legs as the darker haired of the two swallowed plead after plead for him to offer up what he'd be given earlier.

When David finally did pulled his mouth away it was twisted into a self satisfied smirk. Blue eyes, made darker than usual by more than a slight tinge of lust, trained on brown as David slid his hand beneath the waist band of Bobby's pants. The blond bit his lip to keep from crying out when those long, thin digits wrapped around his length. Bobby immediately began thrusting near frantic into David's grip as the man stroked him. He was desperate at this point, reaching forward to pull David close enough to kiss again, smothering that damned self assured smirk that had begun growing with every muttering of "please" and "David" that Bobby had managed. In fact, he'd effectively muffled any sound either of them made, even his own grunt of completion when he came minutes later, a splash of warmth between them.

Bobby offered up a happy sigh and more than pleased grin as he buried his nose in the graying hair at David's temple. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around." He breathed in the other man's hair.

David snickered, "Of course, my hand jobs are the stuff of legend. People sing songs about them." He said sounding as winded as Bobby felt.

Bobby laughed out right, "Oh, now those I've got to hear."

When they finally disentangled themselves and pulled apart and he was lazily pulling his pants back on his hips and Bobby was still smiling goofily back at him, David suddenly remembered what he'd intended to say earlier.

"You know, I don't really consider dirty jokes about washers and spin cycles a turn on, Dawson."

Bobby's goofy grin got even wider. "Coulda fooled me."