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Mirror Sex

 “Is that my shirt?”

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“Next time, you’re going into the murder house first,” Chase grumbled as he and Bing entered their house. Bing walked his usual way while Chase had a slight waddle since he got drenched in mud. 

“I didn’t know they’d have a literal trench in their house. Who has a mud pit in their living room?” Bing gestured widely with his arms as he spoke. 

“A mud pit is far from the strangest thing we’ve seen on the job, dude.” Chase chuckled, flicking his hands when he felt the mud dripping down them, and he grimaced when he saw that he caused some of it to splatter across the floor. “I’m gonna jump in the shower and try not to get more of this everywhere.” 

“Got a free mud bath out of this, at least. Some people pay way too much for that stuff. You know, it’s supposed to be relaxing and all that.” Bing gave Chase a big smile. 

“Come hug me, and you can tell me how relaxing it is.” Chase held his arms out and took a step toward Bing. 

“I’m good, I’m good. I mean, it’s your relaxation. I’m fine being like stressed and stuff.” Bing held his hands up and moved away. 

“Uh-huh, sure.” Chase clicked and tongue and then chuckled. “Mind looking for the mop while I shower? I can’t remember where we put that thing.” 

“No problemo!” Bing’s hands turned to hold up both thumbs. 

“I’ll see you when I’m not covered in shit.” Chase snorted at himself and walked off for the bathroom. 

Bing went on the mop hunt as soon as Chase left. It took longer to find the cleaning tool than it should have, reminding him that they should clean their floor more often than they do. Or at least mop it. They were pretty good about sweeping, but that was because they dropped things often enough and would get caught in the ‘while I already have this out’ mindset. 

He filled the sink with water and floor cleaner and got to work. Chase was in the shower for a while, likely being extra sure that he didn’t have any mud left on his body and warming up his body, too. Bing was rinsing out the mop for the last time, unplugging the drain, and setting the mop across the counter in a way that let the head of it drip dry into the sink. 

“I think I had mud in places I didn’t even know I had,” Chase said as he joined Bing. 

“Exfoliated and fresh in your-” Bing stopped the joke he wanted to make when he turned and saw what Chase was wearing. “Is that my shirt?”

“We’re behind on laundry. You got a couple more shirts than me,” Chase said with a shrug, heading over to a cupboard and opening it up. “Any thoughts on dinner?” 

“I…” Bing forgot words for a minute, brain unable to form a thought as he just looked at Chase. He didn’t know why he was literally bluescreening. Chase was just wearing sweatpants with one of his shirts, but something about it being his shirt made the rest of his brain cells disappear.  

“Dude? You good?” Chase stepped over to Bing and poked his forehead. “You look like your circuits got fried.” 

“Huh? What?” Bing blinked as he somewhat got his head in order. “Sorry, I was thinking about dessert.” 

“Dessert? You have something in mind?” Chase asked.

“Yep!” Bing casually bent and threw Chase over his shoulder.

“Bro!” Chase said with a laugh. “Give a man a warning!” He continued to laugh as he got carried away. 

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Prompt 18: “That was kind of hot.”

    Too many densely-packed, moving bodies made the air hot, and sweat dripped down Chase’s forehead as he gulped down the last of his drink, savoring its cold deliciousness and dizzying buzz.

    He didn’t dance; but instead watched those who did, eyes darting from one to the next, lingering only for a moment on each pulsing body before moving on. 

    It would not take him long to find who he was looking for, not with the orange biolights marking his every move, lining his arms and chest.

    Chase felt heat flood through him-- pooling in his stomach and flushing his face red-- but managed to keep himself composed as Bing spun in his direction, lifting his sunglasses to flash him an orange-eyed wink, and raising a hand to crook one finger at him. Come.

    Chase did, abandoning his drink in favor of the dance floor, wading through people, undisturbed by jutting elbows and booze-laden breaths; Bing was the only one who mattered. Maybe even the only one to exist.

    “That was kind of hot,” he said as Bing grabbed his hand, pulling him into the music, infecting him with the tune. They were close; Bing’s face was inches away, their chests all but touching, their fingers entwined tightly. 

    Bing’s grin made his heart beat faster, until it was racing to the beat of the bass. “Didn’t know I had that effect on you, bro.”

    Chase started to stammer out a reply-- wishing he hadn’t had so much to drink-- but any words he might’ve conjured up were smothered when Bing kissed him. Really kissed him, all teeth and tongue and lips that tasted like Red Bull. The seconds stretched out, slowing to a crawl, but neither noticed; they were both buzzed, both too high on heat and music. 

    “What now?” Chase asked, breathless, when they pulled away.

Thanks for those who joined the stream, I decided I’ll probably do them on fridays and sundays, here’s the doodles/requests from the stream