Nice: What are You Doing New Year's Eve

"So, listen. How much longer is all this going to take you?"

Danny looked up, giving Aaron a prime shot of the dark brown eyes that had been one of the first things Aaron had noticed about Danny. "I dunno. Half-hour, forty-five, maybe. Why?"

"Just trying to decide if it's worth it to try to get some work done or if I should just veg in front of the TV."

"If you felt like helping out with the dishes, we could be done that much faster."

"Huh..." Checking out the sink full of dirty dishes, Aaron weighed his choices. On the one hand, doing dishes was quite possibly his least favorite household chore, topped only by cleaning the bathroom. On the other, though, anything that meant quality time with Danny, sooner rather than later, was usually given a thorough consideration. "You know how much I hate dishes."

"Don't worry about it, then." Danny shrugged. "I'll be done here eventually."

"You fight dirty, you know that?"

"I have no idea what you're talking about." The sidelong glance Danny shot him belied the bland words, though.

Grumbling all the way, Aaron rounded the room divider and made his way to the sink. "Sure you don't."

"Thanks for helping. I'm only doing it to make things go better with your family, you know."

"Mother-effing Teresa, that's you." Aaron squirted some soap into the empty mixing bowl and filled the bowl with hot water, a froth of soap bubbles quickly forming. He dumped the assortment of used utensils and smaller bowls into the soapy water and reached for a scrub brush, then spent the next several minutes scrubbing at the bits of drying batter that clung to them. Once they were cleaned and rinsed, Aaron set them on the wooden rack nearby to dry.

Meanwhile, after sliding another tray of doughy blobs into the oven, Danny came and stood behind Aaron, bracing his arms on the sink and trapping Aaron in place -- not that Aaron had any intention of going anywhere. Danny moved in close behind him, pressing his groin flush against Aaron's ass and biting down on Aaron's neck. "Mmm, you taste good."

Aaron's head tilted away from Danny's mouth, moving instinctively to give him total access. Elbow-deep in warm water, Aaron stilled his hands as heat washed over his body. His dick tingled as blood began to flow in and his ass throbbed, remembered sensations filling him with anticipation.

"Danny..." Groaning, Aaron pushed back deeper into Danny's embrace. Danny's breath was warm in Aaron's ear.

"Yeah?"

"I don't know. Just..." Danny's hard-on was pressing into the crack of Aaron's ass and all Aaron knew was that he wanted their clothes gone. Now. "Can we? Please?"