With a wink and a chuckle, he gently gripped Carson's shirt and leaned forward, softly connecting their lips. He let his eyes flutter shut, making a mental note to be careful. It was unfairly easy to get distracted by the blond sat in front of him, and as much as Arlen would love to sit here all day and kiss every freckle on his boyfriend's body, they did unfortunately have things to do.
Carson allowed himself to melt into his boyfriend's lips, a wave of near relief washing over him as his eyes shut. No matter how many kisses Arlen loved to give, Carson had learned to never take a single one for granted. Arlen was one of the only things able to break him from his routine and just feel something. And that was dangerous. But even though he would give nearly anything to stay just as they were for the rest of the day, there were things to do.
Carson slowly pulled back from him, not really wanting to. "You make a good argument, but you're still doing the laundry." He chuckled, standing from his place on the couch and starting for the kitchen to start on the dishes.
Arlen sighed heavily when his boyfriend left the couch, but reluctantly followed. "Fine, fine." He trudged towards the hallway, blowing a kiss at Carson before disappearing around the corner. "You owe me!" he called, turning into the laundry room. He dragged an empty laundry basket towards the dryer, smiling to himself. As much as he might pretend to hate doing chores, truthfully, he didn't really mind- especially if he was doing it for Carson. It felt domestic.
"Whatever you say sunshine!" Carson called back down the hall with a chuckle, starting on the dishes with a hum.
Carson had never minded doing chores, even as a kid. But doing them with Arlen felt…different. It felt good, like he actually had a purpose rather than just doing them because they needed to be done.
Sunshine. Carson called him that all the time, but it still replayed in his mind like a song on repeat every time it was quiet. Sunshine. He was sure that his face was slightly flushed just thinking about the pet name, and he grinned. He was so stupidly into this man that it wasn't even funny.
He dumped the dirty laundry into the washer and started the first cycle before taking the newly clean clothes to the bedroom. Hanging them up in the closet was quicker than folding them, so he hurriedly disposed the clothes onto hangers before making his way to the kitchen. "Done!" He called in a sing-song voice, taking a seat on the counter.
Carson was working his way through the dishes, about 3/4 of the way through when Arlen came into the room. "Perfect timing, can help with drying and putting these away? Switching between them all is really slowing me down and I want to be done with this already."
(Stalking)
"Sure." Arlen opened a drawer nearby and pulled out a washcloth, scooting closer to the sink and beginning to dry the dishes. As much as he normally disliked chores, this was oddly peaceful. He didn't mind it, really.
It didn't take long to dry them all, and then Arlen (somewhat awkwardly) hopped off the counter and delivered all the dishes to their correct cabinets before returning to his seat on the counter.
Carson dried his hands when he finished, leaning back against the counter and tilting his head back to look at Arlen. "Hey cutie, come here often?" He chuckled, pushing some stray hairs that had fallen out of his bun out of his face.
Arlen snorted in amusement, leaning his chin on the palm of his hand and smirking down at his boyfriend. "Unfortunately, ever since you coerced me into doing your housework for you." He'd truly never understand how Carson worked cute nicknames into everyday conversation so naturally. Most of the time when he tried to do it, it sounded somewhat forced.
"Oh yes, because you basically living at my house and therefore asking you to pick up some of the slack around here is just tragic, isn't it?" Carson raised an eyebrow at Arlen, sarcastic dripping from his tone. "Just because I call you sunshine doesn't mean you are physically sunshine. You are a person. And people have to do chores in order to not fall into complete chaos, ya dork." He laughed with a roll of his eyes.
Arlen had to admit that he had a point there. As much as he wanted to keep up the facade of being upset about doing chores, Carson's laughter was ridiculously contagious, and soon Arlen was laughing along as well. "For the record, I do my fair share of chores back at my place everyday too. Probably more than my fair share, actually." He was still grinning, taking away any bite that the playful argument might have had.
"Well if I practically lived at your house, I'd do some of the chores too. But I don't. So that's a you problem. Plus, you manage to break something nine out of ten times you use it. I'm a writer not a mechanic, there's only so much YouTube can teach a person on how to fix a washing machine." He flicked Arlen's forehead with a knowing smile. "If you keep asking me to fix things, I'm going to start charging you. I think you just like watching me slowly lose my mind trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing."
(I've been meaning to ask this, are you okay with swearing? I've been avoiding it because I wasn't sure but I figured I'd ask before I start doing it)
(absolutely! swear to your heart's content :D)
(Okay cool! Because I naturally swear like a sailor but I know some people aren't okay with that and I just wanted to be sure)
(i appreciate the caution lol)
(Right! Story! That was a thing we were doing)
(lmao-)
"Well if I practically lived at your house, I'd do some of the chores too. But I don't. So that's a you problem. Plus, you manage to break something nine out of ten times you use it. I'm a writer not a mechanic, there's only so much YouTube can teach a person on how to fix a washing machine." He flicked Arlen's forehead with a knowing smile. "If you keep asking me to fix things, I'm going to start charging you. I think you just like watching me slowly lose my mind trying to figure out what the hell I'm doing."
(Just gonna…leave this here)
Arlen leaned forward slightly with a chuckle, cocking his head to the side and looking away as if he was daydreaming. "I mean, I do, but not in that context." He threw a wink at Carson, grinning mischievously and nudging him with his foot.
Jay laughed and elbowed Arlen with a roll of his eyes. "Bad Arlen, leave the horny thoughts for after we get back from seeing your parents. Or keep them. And then I'll have a way to prove to them that I'm serious about you." He winked at his boyfriend with a sly smile.
"Yeaaaah, as much as I want to show you off to my parents, I don't think that's the way to do it," he responded with a laugh. "But again, they aren't going to be here until tomorrow afternoon so I can think whatever I want until then." He shifted his weight a bit, tugging Carson closer by his waist with a grin and stealing a quick kiss.
"You're too much, Arlen." He laughed, stroking his boyfriend's cheek softly. Well, until he heard the distinct clunking sounds of something breaking in the background and shot Arlen a deadpan stare. "Did you break my washer? Again? Because if you did, I'm going to strangle you."
Arlen's eyes went wide and he glanced toward the hallway. "I didn't! I did it exactly how I was supposed to!" He held up his hands in a mock surrender pose. "It's probably fine, maybe it was a belt or something I forgot to take out of a pair of pants. Or a button on jeans." He was really hoping that the washer wasn't broken- he didn't even know how he could've messed it up, it wasn't a difficult task at all.