LAUNDRY SERVICE 2:

It has been two weeks since I last saw him. He hasn’t shown up for the past two weekends and I am beginning to think that I am the reason for his disappearance. I miss him. And that is why I am here today. On a Wednesday. The usual hustle and bustle is practically none existent. For now, I am the only one in here. Mr. Hahn or something, the owner of this place is dozing off quietly at the corner of his desk. I watch as the late morning rays dance off the panes of clear glass, dusting the relatively silent room with its golden glow. I love the quiet….well apart from those dull hums of the washing…it is so peaceful…

I slip my clothes into the machine and watch idly as the process begins. It is fascinating to watch….the first ten million times…and yet it never ceases to amaze me. Up and down. Swish and swirl. The mixture of soap and water caressing and cleansing away the dirt and soil of the clothing. A slow dance of mixed sensuality…Kami, I am spending too much time in here.

I make myself comfortable on a chair, resting my head against the semi-grime filled table. I am tired. I have barely had a moments’ rest. I have to study for some exams coming up soon. I yawn. My eyes grow heavy. I am about to give myself up to the lull of sleep when the sound jerks me awake. Someone else is here. Another customer. I raise my head nonchalantly. I don’t really care to know who or what it is. I guess its just idle curiosity. I turn my head around slowly and quickly suck in a harsh breath.

~ It’s him! ~

My mind goes into denial. It cannot be. What is he doing here? I must have been gaping, for he turns towards me and…breaks into a wide grin. It looks as if he is glad to see me. I feel a responding grin on my face, my heart thumping wildly. He says hello. I mumble something in return. Mr. Hahn walks over. It seems like he has known Goku for a long time. They talk about things that are of no importance to me. I can only drink in the sight of the person I have longed for. He is dressed in his usual attire; Plain blue jeans that hug powerful thighs and that t-shirt. As if he had read my thoughts, he promptly takes it off, shoving it into an empty machine. The same damn process. He has no inner shirt today and so I am given a clear view of a skin so bronzed and smooth…I could have eaten him alive.

I gasp in disbelief at the thoughts that are running through my mind. If only he knew how much I want and need…

What’s this? It seems that Mr. Hahn has to leave. But why? He says he has to go and pick up his daughter from school. She is very sick. He needs Goku to take care of the place for him until he gets back. Would Goku mind if he locked up the Laundromat behind him? No problem, Goku replies. He turns to me and grins again, a dark glint in those onyx eyes. He says that we are big enough to take care of ourselves. I lick my suddenly parched lips. I feel like I am going to collapse. What could that glance mean? Mr. Hahn looks relieved. He thanks us profusely and then practically runs out of the place, locking the door behind him.

We are alone.

Goku and I. I and Goku.

I try to play it cool. I walk over to my clothes. Thankfully the first load is finished. I fumble clumsily for the latch and stroll over to the dryers, hopelessly aware of how my movements are carefully watched. I feel hot and it is not from the steam of the machines. I put in my change and watch as the tumbling motions begin.

~ Tumbling about with wanton abandonment. Like two lovers within silken sheets. ~

Ah! I jump up startled and spin around sharply. He has placed a hand on my shoulder. He is smiling at me again. A soft knowing smile that makes me want to…

He speaks and as usual I hear nothing. I watch the movements of those lips. The bottom one more full and sensual than the top. I can see his tongue. Pink and moist longing to be touched and kissed. A sound is emitted. A whimper? A groan? I don’t know. But I do notice the way his eyes seem to narrow and glitter even darker than normal. He is inches away from me now. I can feel his breath. I can smell his unique scent. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. Yes, that earthy smell. He smells of sunshine and good old sweat. He is slowly driving me insane.

Vegeta.

He whispers, and I slowly melt.

Vegeta.

And I am now lost.

~ Yes, Goku. Call out my name again. ~

I feel the warmth. I shiver. It is soft. Feather-like soft, almost teasing. He murmurs my name again and I lean into him, wanting and needing more of this godlike creature. I part my lips, shamelessly inviting him in. He complies readily and I moan as our tongues meet in a dance of timeless rhythm. He tastes like…oh gods…like honey. Warm, delicious honey. I am drowning in his intensity, as I reach up to clasp my hands into his hair. Soft, so soft. Thick, dark locks that are as soft as velvet. His arms are around me. Strong and reassuring, they hold my waist and run slowly down my spine, causing shivers of unimaginable delight to course through my body. He cups my taut cheeks and I can feel myself flush in embarrassment. I rub against him, letting him know that the little hardened flesh down there is crying out for fulfillment. The electric jolt flares between us. He feels it too. He is trembling now and I crow inwardly knowing that I had given him such a reaction.

I feel myself being lifted up. I tear my lips away from his, raising my eyebrows in question. I see that mischievous grin. My heart thumps faster. What is he…? I am placed gently on top of the washing machine. The slow hum and vibrations do more to arouse me even further. I must be as red as a Christmas bow by now. I cannot believe this.

Oh, yes…his lips are on my skin. My feverish burning skin. He trails those warm lips down my neck as I arch to give him more access. He captures my nipples within his mouth, biting and sucking on them through my shirt, with a thoroughness that almost succeeds in taking my vision and breath away. He pulls away again, earning another whimper of protest from me. He wants me to take off my shirt. Barely able to concentrate, I comply. My hands are trembling so badly, I make a sloppy job of it…but the damn thing comes off.

I lean forward to claim his lips again, as my hands run over his body in feverish strokes. I reach his own taut rear and pull him to me, creating another wonderful friction between our throbbing arousals. He groans and then….arghh!! I tear my lips away, shutting my eyes as his hands continue their torturous strokes on my turgid member. I buck and thrust into his hands, barely aware of the responding vibration from the spin cycle. I can feel my self about to explode. Oh Kami! I can barely think. He has lowered his head and is now sucking my sensitive skin through my pants. I can only grasp the edge of the machine as I lose all sense of rational thinking. Is that me? Am I really making all that much noise? Just as I am about to loose my sanity, he stops. I am a trembling wreck now. I open my eyes slowly to watch him strip out of his jeans, exposing his own arousal that is clearly very happy to see me.

I need no second invitation. I jump off the machine and stride towards him, a smirk of devilish intent on my mind. I am determined to give him the best head he has ever received. I grab the long length and cup the twin sacs simultaneously, causing him to lean back against the dryers with a weak grunt. I watch as he shuts his eyes and parts his lips, muttering my name like a mantra over and over again. I grin in delight. I have always wondered what he would taste like and now I have the chance to find out.

I lean forward and inhale the spicy, musky scent, shutting my eyes as I allow my instincts to take over. He is already leaking and I taste the salty fluid with relish. Ahh…yes…just as sweet as I had imagined. I swallow him whole, having to restrain his sharp bucking motion with my free hand, sucking and slurping hungrily on the swollen flesh. He is howling now. My name now like a prayer on his lips. I urge him to wet my fingers, which he does without blinking. I feel his tongue swirl and dance over them and I groan, intensifying my sucking motions. Finally, I withdraw….only to slide my moistened digits into his tight heat.

I hear his scream as I search and eventually find his pleasure spot. He can barely stand now and it is taking all of my strength to hold him up. I continue my torture, pumping my fingers faster and faster into him as he thrashes and writhes against the hot machines. He is gradually swelling within my mouth and I can feel his imminent explosion. With a smirk on my face, I release him, listening to his mewl of disappointment. I indicate my intentions, watching the cloud of bemusement lift away to one of amusement.

He leans against the machine, exposing his rear to me. I can barely control myself. All my late night fantasies, my daydreams…finally coming true. I part them slowly, almost reverently and then unable to restrain any longer, I thrust into him, shutting my eyes as we both scream at the sharp pain that flows through us. I hold still for several minutes, waiting for him to adjust to my length. He slowly thrusts back against me, indicating that he is more than ready. I need no second invitation. I pound into him mercilessly, grunting and gasping with each slick thrust. I am mumbling incoherently now, sweat pouring off our heated skins like the early morning dew. My mind is in a whirlwind of sound, sight and smell. The sounds of our lust coupled with the dull hums of our companions. The sight of colors so bright that I felt I had died and gone to Kami’s place. The smell of our coupling combined with the stench of washing liquids and soaps.

He screams out my name, over and over and over again. I respond like a wild man, howling out his name as I feel myself reach the point of no return. I grab a hold of his turgid flesh and with a quick pull; he screams his completion to the world, spilling his evidence on my trembling hands and onto the clear panes of the washing machines. I watch in fascination as they run down like white teardrops off the glass. I feel him sag limply against it in exhaustion as I finally explode into him. It is like a well of intense emotions as I erupt. I cling onto to him like a vice; murmuring out his name as I fill him with my essence, watching as some run down our legs and thighs. I collapse onto his back, unable to stand anymore, weak with fulfillment and satiation.

After what seems like eons, he finally stirs and turns towards me with eyes that are filled with lust and amusement. I stare back at him with all my emotions clearly splashed across my face. With a gentleness that surprises me, he lifts me up and places me amongst a pile of clothes that Mr. Hahn must have left to wash on his own. I lay on them, raising my hands to caress that strong face that will always be beautiful to me.

Vegeta. He whispers softly, leaning down towards me. I close my eyes and wait for the kiss, knowing that this day couldn’t possibly get any better.

Vegeta.

Yes, Goku…kiss me, just one more time.

“Vegeta?!”

My eyes snap open. I stare at the puzzled dark eyes before me. There is a frown on his face. Did I do something wrong? He shakes his head and nods towards the machines. He says that my clothes are dry and he just thought he should wake me up and let me know.

Oh and that by the way, as I watch him head towards the washing machines with that knowing smile on his face…. Mr. Hahn had left a few minutes ago to pick up his daughter that was sick from school….and so basically we were both in here alone…

~ We are alone. ~

THE END!