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Laundry days were the worst, but only when Johnny had to do it. It was usually Gyro who took up that chore, but that particular day they needed to buy more food and new brushes for the horses, and instead of going out together Gyro went alone into town. He wasn’t shy about telling Johnny he’d just slow him down, either. Gyro lucked out and dodged the shoe Johnny threw at him as he headed out the door.
Unfortunately, chores still needed to be taken care of and one of them was laundry. Johnny would’ve left it for Gyro the next day and pursued the dishes instead, but he had not a single piece of clean clothing to wear. They were all starting to smell like horse shit from being in the stables too often, and even Gyro was beginning to detect the stench. So, Johnny sucked it up and dragged both of their laundry down the hill behind their home to where a convenient stream was located for washing.
Johnny grumbled as he scrubbed more clothes on the washboard with incredible vigor. He’d finished the first load about an hour before and had struggled to get them on the clothesline to dry – but he managed eventually before tiredly dragging himself back to finish the rest.
All that was left were Gyro’s clothes, save for the ones he was currently wearing. Johnny rinsed one of his partner’s shirts and wrung it out, then set it aside in a basket. He wiped the sweat off his forehead and blushed. Part of him hated having to wear Gyro’s oversized, unfashionable clothing, but another part adored it; after all, Gyro’s purple jacket smelled like him, and though his pants were too loose and he couldn’t feel them they were on him. It sparked an arousal in him he didn’t think was possible, least of all from Gyro’s dirty clothes. (Okay, they were cleaner than his. That’s why he was wearing them.)
Gyro didn’t return until a few hours later right before dusk. Johnny had finished most of the last load by then and was sorting clothes into two separate buckets to lighten the weight as he prepared to drag them all the way back up to the clothesline in the backyard. He stopped working when he heard a distant call. It became louder the closer the person got; he squinted up the hill, shading his eyes from the fading sunlight to see that it was Gyro.
“Oi! Johnny!”
Gyro trotted down the hill with a big ol’ grin. Johnny blinked irritably up at him and asked, “Where’s the supplies?”
“Already put ‘em away,” Gyro said. “Hey, why are you wearing my clothes?”
“Can’t you tell, dumbass? I’m doing laundry.”
“Wait, you mean you had more dirty clothes than me?!” Gyro slapped his thigh and guffawed hysterically. Johnny just rolled his eyes and turned his body around, holding one basket by the handle. He gripped his fingernails into the dirt and pulled himself forward, but he was yanked sideways and fell onto his chest.
“Gyro, what the hell!”
“I got it, I got it! Just meet me up there,” he said. With a last, mischievous glance he rushed back up the hill with both buckets of clothing in either hand. Johnny grumbled because he hated getting help when he didn’t need it.
After a few minutes of crawling uphill, he made it to the top and was greeted with an unsavory scene: Gyro wearing his sleeveless, crop top hoodie and a pair of his tight star-spangled pants. He wore them proudly with his back straight and a peace sign on his fingers. Johnny flushed with anger and shouted, “Now they’re all stretched out!! You idiot!”
“Relax! It’s flexible fabric, they’ll go back to being your size,” Gyro reasoned. “They are still kinda tight, though. How do you wear these Johnny? It feels like my sack is just—“
“That’s enough,” Johnny shouted. “Take them off! Right now!”
“Are you really that worried about it?”
“Yes, Gyro! I just cleaned those!”
“You have plenty more clean clothes to choose from, besides it’s only fair. You’re wearing my clothes!”
“I had no choice.”
“You could’ve done laundry naked.”
Johnny pinched his nose and closed his eyes. Gyro was testing his patience. He wasn’t sure how much more he could take, though he began to wonder if maybe it wasn’t such a big deal after all – but the thought of having to wear his own pants stretched out to Gyro’s size made him furious. Wearing Gyro’s looser pants was quite enough experience for him.
“Seriously, Gyro!”
“Fine!”
“Wait—what are you—whoa! Gyro!”
No amount of fist pounding on his partner’s shoulders and chest, nor hair pulling, would deter Gyro from his current task. Johnny settled for sighing and huffing quite audibly. When they got back in the house and he was plopped onto his bed he bounced once, opening his mouth to scold Gyro and call him names, but he couldn’t because Gyro’s mouth found its way onto his. His words softened as Johnny mumbled fervently anyway, though it was likely to be misunderstood. Gyro pulled back with a chuckle and a growing smile, using those bright green eyes to his advantage as he stared Johnny down. Good thing his eyes made up for his shitty jokes and hideous grill.
“I can’t help it,” Gyro said. He pressed his face in Johnny’s chest, inhaling the mixture of his own musky scent with Johnny’s—and with the soap from the laundry, and the fresh spring grass. Gyro groaned and buried his nose further before coming back up to kiss Johnny, this time more with more urgency. Their tongues swirled around each other as Johnny’s anger dissipated; his pruney fingers tangled themselves in Gyro’s thick hair and tilted his head to make their kiss deeper. Johnny moaned softly, his eyes closed as he enjoyed Gyro’s sudden show of affection.
“Just—“ Another kiss. “—you—“ Gyro’s lips traveled up Johnny’s jaw to nibble on his earlobe. “—didn’t think you’d look so good wearing my clothes, uh, that’s all.”
Gyro kissed Johnny one more time before plopping himself to the side. His arms wrapped around Johnny’s back to pull him close against his chest. Johnny rolled his eyes, but he didn’t really mind.
“Sorry about your clothes,” Gyro added.
“It’s fine. Just don’t do it again or I’ll tear you a new one.”
“Whatever.”
Gyro kissed Johnny’s forehead and cheeks before sighing and getting back up to finish the laundry. On his way he kicked out of Johnny’s tight pants and got into his own, though he made a point to keep on Johnny’s hoodie. Johnny would’ve objected, but it gave a really nice view of Gyro’s strong lower back and hairy stomach. He licked his lips and laughed, falling back on the bed. With a quiet sigh he actually thanked the stars that he got stuck with laundry duty this time. If only all laundry days could be like this, he thought, letting his eyes slip shut and take him to sleep after a long, long day.