Of Drawers and Bathrooms

by ink'n'imp

By the time they had found themselves on Dorian's bed, not a stitch remained on either Dorian or Klaus. Dorian smiled, drunk on the sensation of having Klaus' hands running up and down his body, having Klaus' mouth claiming him as his own, having Klaus breathing HIS name....

And even after all this time, Klaus could still do this to him, drive him wild and make him breathless...Dorian closed his eyes and sighed in his disbelief.

Dorian arched up as Klaus pulled back. Even in the dim light, Dorian could feel the intensity of his stare. Dorian closed his eyes to savor the moment as Klaus leaned over for the night table.

He could hear his lover open the drawer. Klaus searched through it, and Dorian could feel his movements change from sensual to desperate to angry. Dorian opened his eyes.

"Where's the damn lube?" Klaus demanded.

"It's not there, Darling?" Dorian asked, sitting up on his elbows.

Klaus only glared.

Dorian shrugged. "It must have run out--there should be more in the bathroom," Dorian said, lying back down.

"Bathroom? Why the fuck would you leave lube in the bathroom?" Klaus sneered. "It's not like we NEED it in the goddamn bathroom--"

"Hope springs eternal, Darling," Dorian sighed. Oh dear. It was going to be one of those nights...

"Idiot," Klaus said as he got out of the bed and stomped towards the bathroom. Dorian sighed again. Yep. Any second now--

"You goddamn pervert, we are NOT going to have sex in the bathroom!" Klaus yelled from the offending room.

"Don't knock it until you try it, love," Dorian yelled back. "It could be a lot of--"

"Sex is for the bedroom!"

"Klaus, darling, I love you, but you have to expand your horizons!" Dorian yelled back, now sitting up, arms crossed, frowning towards the bathroom door. "Try new things, new positions--"

"PERVERT!"

Dorian rolled over to the other side of the bed, and pulled the silk sheet over himself.

Well. THAT killed the mood.

 

 

Eroica