| Hobgoblins are Eatting my Sox! |
| I swear, I had to have one of the most boring and demeaning jobs on the planet. I was a lowly student, just trying to eek out a living so I could attend the local university. It wasn't easy to find a job in this town! That's why when I applied I told myself it wasn't *too* bad. At least I could study at work right? Yeah, I was a night-time manager to an all night laundrymat. Oh joy right? Exactly. It was my job to make change, clean the place and tape the paper 'out of order' signs on the crappy machines so maintenence would know to fix 'em. Most nights it was just a few straggler fellow students or nobody at all. A very sleepy job I assure you. That's why it was no surprize to me when I awoke to the rumble of some large vehicle outside. I often fell asleep studying. Trucks were always turning around in the large parking lot outside. No biggie. I stretched and yawned, and tried to once more focus on the book that had put me to sleep in the first place. Why the hell did we have to learn history anyway I'll never know. But then, something out of the ordinary occured. I mean, really out of the ordinary. The door swung open and a man, woman and child tumbled in. A flurry of snow with them along with the icy wind that bit at my ankles. I smiled at the woman with the very long blonde hair. She seemed harried with the small child clinging to her. Strange that such a youngster should be awake at this hour, but I guessed it took all kinds. She plunked the little blonde cutie on the cover of a washer and handed her a juice box. Then she proceeded to empty a bag of laundry into a washer and started it. She and the girl then exited, leaving the tall dark haired man behind whom was doing the same thing, with the same huge jug of detergent. Just as he was headed out of the door, another tall man walked in, only this one blonde and thin, very thin. He too emptied a bag into the washer and ran to the door when he saw a young girl comming toward it from what looked like a large bus. He held the door open for her, helped her with the same task as the others, handed her a few quarters then poured in the soap. Soon they left together. I heard him ask her, I think her name was Jess, if tweedle dee and tweedle dum were ready yet. They laughed together, but I never did hear her answer. I tried to settle once more on my book. It didn't last long. Soon enough another tall man, also blonde but not as thin and with adorable curls and little oval wire framed glasses wandered in, his nose in a book and a young girl on his heels, yet another blonde. I was starting to feel outnumbered with my plain short brown curls. It seemed so mundane compared to all the good looking people that had been streaming in and out the last ten munutes. It was glaringly obvious that they were related, they all had similar looks to them besides the blonde hair in varied shades. I almost laughed when a husky young blonde boy hurried in with yet another bag, dumping it at the mans feet and tugging the young girl back out behind him. The man sighed, put his book down and tended both bags of laundry. By now most of the washers were full. I hoped they didn't have much more or else that would mean I would have to open up the back room where the big washers were but were rarely used at night. I prefered to keep that room locked up after I'd cleaned it. It was just more simple for me. But once in a while, someone would ask for them. I heard a loud clang, the finality of it ringing thorough the quiet and making me jump. "Heh... sorry 'bout that." He looked up, a sheepish grin in place as he set down the jug of soap. "S'ok." I assured him, his dazzling smile growing brighter. His ears were tipped pink from his embarrassment as he turned and picked up his book. He gave me a little wave, I returned it, and he left. It was quiet for a few minutes, I was pretty sure it would be for the next half hour while they waited for their laundry. I settled back down into my books once more. Again, it didn't last. The door blew open once more, it was the dark haired man again with another bag. I knew that would take up the last washer, but then I almost sighed when I saw that he was holding the door open for yet another guy. Geez, how many damned people were they hiding on that cursed bus? A hulk of a man, tall, buff, and startlingly beautiful in a rugged way, with long blonde locks, pushed his way through the door sideways. Over his shoulders he had slung four large bags of laundry, two in each hand. Now I knew I was going to have to open the other room for them. The dark haired man sat his bag down and started to empty it into the last washer. The other guy looked around and sighed. "Dad, there's none left, do you want to do these after or should I take them back?" He asked. The other man looked up and seemed to be contemplating it. I decided I should jump in then. After all, it was my job. "Excuse me?" I got both of their attention and I had to quell a blush. It wasn't every day I had the attention of two gorgeous men. "There are more washers in the other room, I'll unlock it for you if you'd like to get that all done now." I smiled politely, not wanting to seem like I was invading their conversation. The dark haired man smiled nicely at me. "That would be wonderful, thanks." Then he turned to the other man, "I'll go help Mom with the little ones, do you have enough quarters?" The blonde nodded. "Good, there's plenty of detergent left, could you stay and put them in the dryers when they are all done?" He asked nicely. "Dad..." The blonde started to whine. "Zac, come'n, I know you've done your homework, and unless you want to help put the kids to bed..." He hinted. The blonde sighed as I was heading to the locked door now that I'd gotten out my key. "Fine. But I want to sleep in an extra hour when we get to the hotel then." "Skip the interview? I dunno about that one, we'll talk about it later. For now..." He took out a couple of rolls of quarters and set them on the washer nearest his son. "Here's the quarters for the drying. Don't forget to seperate the darks and lights." He reminded with an impish grin and left as the blonde rolled his eyes and followed me to the now open room as I flipped on the lights. The flourescent bars flickered before comming to life, a quiet hum adding to their prescence as if they really were alive. I headed to the water sub-main and turned it back on, flipping the switch for the power boxes as well as I heard a swish of corderoy and the soft thump of bags being dropped to the floor. "Great, I hate these kinds. I swear hobgoblins eat my sox!" I heard a deep voice behind me. I turned and smiled. "Sorry, that's all we've got left." I tried to console him. He shrugged as he nonchalantly dumped a bag on the floor and began sorting. "Serves me right for sitting on my ass and waiting until the last minute." He sighed. I smiled again and left him to it. A few minutes later he breezed past me as I was gazing over a chapter that would put an insomniac out like a light. He grabbed the huge jug of detergent and the rolls of quarters then zipped back into the little room. I went back to my work... sort of. It was really rather hard to keep on task. The distraction was just too delicious to deni. I had the best view of his ass as he was sorting out the other three bags. I almost groaned in disappointment when he stood up and started heaping the sorted piles into the washers. But it wasn't all bad. Then I watched his broad shoulders. He'd taken off his parka some time along, and now I could easily watch how the muscles of his back glided together. The ripple of his biceps as he stuffed the dirty laundry into the small portals. The swing of his long honey colored hair. Oh he was mouthwatering! When he turned around I quickly made like I had been working all along before he caught me staring at his backside. Though, a man that beautiful I was sure he was quite used to it. I was curious though, why were he and his family traveling in that huge bus? I just didn't get it. Something else nagged at me too... he looked familiar, as did a couple of the others. I wondered where I'd seen them before, but I put it out of my mind when he came out and nonchalantly jumped up to sit on one of the washers. "Hey, whatcha read'n?" "Oh... umm... history." I replied dumbly, almost startled that he would be speaking to me. Lowly me. "Dry huh? I hate history. It's so boring. No matter how my Mom tries, it's still boring." He rattled off, his eyes fixed firmly on me. I was flabbergasted. I just nodded. "So, do you go to school around here? The university?" He tried again. "Yeah, I do actually. You?" I asked. I figured it was as good a way as any to find out about the bus. He chuckled softly sort of and cleared his throat before collecting himself to answer. His smile was still there though and it was breath taking. "I'm homeschooled. I always have been. And now it just makes things easier when we are on the road so much." I only nodded. It really didn't solve the mystery in my head anymore though. I left it. Either it would come to me or he'd tell me. Either way, I shrugged it off. A thought was trying to form in my head though, something that was like putting puzzle pieces together. But it was interrupted with the most god awful noise. Both of us jumped up at the start of it and tumbled into the other room together. One of the washers he'd just filled sounded like it had something crashing against the walls breaking up. Instantly I flipped off the power and tugged open the door of the offended washer. A flood of water washed over my shirt hem, jeans and shoes, soaking me to the bone. Some of the clothes tumbled out and fell to the floor at my feet. He was next to me in moments and pulled out a few things until a discman fell out. "Oh shit! Zoe's gonna kill me!" He moaned. I assumed Zoe was his girlfriend, until he pulled the disc from the player. It was Barney the purple dinosaur sings songs on the farm. I couldn't help the laugh. He grinned and looked at me. "Sure, it may be funny now, but you've never seen one of her temper tantrums." He told me. I just laughed harder. "I'm sorry about your clothes and shoes. Do you live nearby? I noticed no car in the lot outside." He asked sweetly. "I do live close, but it's so cold out there I'm gonna be a popsicle before I get home. I'll just have to dry them before I go." I explained. He nodded. "Good thing you work in a laundry mat then huh?" He grinned. He pulled another laugh from me. "It's one of the only perks. That and lots of quiet time to study." I replied. "Well the least I can do is pay for them to be dried... that and offer you my shirt while they are in the dryer." He said, his smile wide as he dug into his pocket for some quarters. He placed a handful of change on the table at the other side of the room, then stripped off his outter shirt and walked out of the room without another word. "Thank you!" I called as his back retreated to the line of seats where my books were. I noticed he kept his back turned to me, the whole of the room was viewable from that spot. I thought it gentlemanly of him and began to strip down. As I got out of my shirt I began to shiver, I slipped my jeans down and that's when I noticed he was watching me in the reflection of the dark window. The sly dawg. I guessed he wasn't as gentlemanly as he would have liked me to have believed. He was just like any other guy... any opportunity to see a bit of flesh and they were there drooling. But then again, I really didn't mind. After all, he was gorgeous! Why the hell would I mind if he found me the least bit attractive? I acted like I hadn't noticed as I toed off my shoes. Peeling the denim from my damp skin took a bit of time and not once did he look away. I pulled off my pants along with my soaked socks, tossing them in a heap with my shirt. I reached for his shirt and slipped it on over my head. It was still warm and smelled delicious. Like a rugged man smell. I decided to tease him a bit and reached beneath his shirt to take off my bra, then I slipped my panties down my legs and tossed the whole wet mess into the dryer nearest me. Then I began to pick up the clothes from the washer that had tried to eat Barney. In two seconds flat, he was beside me, kneeling down and heaping them up to toss back into the washer. I smiled at him and he gave me a knowing sheepish grin. We finaly got all of the clothes into the washer again and I turned the power back on. The buzz of the washer filling up again covered a bit of the awkward silence. He started the dryer with some of the quarter he'd earlier laid on the table while I got the mop out. I pushed the water toward the drain in the center of the floor as he watched, quuietly humming to himself. I wasn't really paying attention until I'd turned to clean up another corner. And that's when I saw him blatantly staring at my legs. He grinned and took a step toward me when I'd caught him. I wasn't quite sure what he was doing until he stepped quite close to me, taking the mop from my hand and laying it aside against the wall. "Hi, I'm Zac." He said huskily. I was speechless! Nothing like that had ever happened to me before. And here was the most gorgeous man I'd ever seen making advances toward me. I felt unsure at first, then my brain kicked me in the ass. What the hell was I thinking?! Like I'd turn him down?! Yeah right! "Hi... I'm Tina." I said as I watched his hand slide up my arm and gently caress my shoulder. "Tina? Short for Christina?" He asked as his other hand took hold of mine. "No actually. It's short for Valentina." I whispered as he got very close, close enough for me to feel his heat. "What a beautiful name..." he looked at his watch and laughed lightly. "And on valentines day too.. how appropriate." "Is it after midnight already? I asked, knowing full well it was.'He nodded, pulling me closer and wraping me up in his warmth. "You know there is nothing sexier then a woman in a mans shirt." He commented as I let my hands slip up over his firm chest. He bent to kiss me and a thought flitted through my mind. I gently stopped him to voice it. "What if someone comes in?" I asked with concern. "Don't sweat it. They are settling down for the night. The time difference's screwed with em. We won't have to worry about anybody interrupting us." He promised. But I knew that it was still a possibility that someone else could walk in. But that only made the prospect more thrilling. "If you're sure." I said quietly. "I am. Now come'ere." He demanded, his body pressing against mine as he kissed me firmly. I was melting into a puddle at his feet! Jesus he could kiss, and why not? With a mouth so perfect like his... he had to be perfection. Gently his tongue insisted entrance and I parted my lips for him gladly. "Mmmm..." I sighed, it was getting me so hot for him, I would have done anything he'd suggested. I sucked on his tongue greedily, wanting all of him I could get. He moaned into my mouth making me shiver knowing that I could turn on such a man as he. His hands were like a fantasy in themselves as they roamed over my body. They were rough and gentle, but still insistant. It was what every woman wanted. A man that knew how to please her.. He walked me backwards, his hands firmly cupping my ass as he kissed me heatedly. I could feel the table behind me soon enough and it surprized me when he swiftly lifted me to sit on the table. He broke our kiss, his hands making a quick pass over me and sweeping across my breasts as he pulled away. He stood before me and his eyes were darkly, burning with desire. It was thrilling that such a man would want me sexually. He yanked his t-shirt off over his head quickly, his shimmering tresses falling about his shoulders and down over his broad chest messily. I didn't think I'd ever seen anything quite so sexy in my entire life. He reached for the buckle holding up his pants and I thought I'd pass out. I could see he was hard for me, and it made me feel on top of the world. As he undid his pants, I pulled his shirt off over my head. He stopped suddenly as he was tugging down his zipper and he sucked in a breath. "My god you are beautiful." He whispered breathlessly. I thought I'd cry. No man had ever made me feel so wanted, so beautiful. I reached out for him, my hands sliding over his as I helped him get free of his corduroys. He leaned in again for another divine kiss, making me shiver from the inside out. I tugged at the material that covered his hips, my fingers grazing over the firm flesh of his backside. He pressed his pelvis closer to me and I could feel the velvet of his skin, the moist heat sliding along my inner thigh. I had never wanted a man more then I had wanted him at that very moment. Hot licks to my lips were slowly driving me insane, but then he pushed me even further as his lips made a trail down my neck. My head fell back in bliss and then I couldn't help the moan that flowed from me as he captured a nipple, rolling it like fine wine on his tongue. "God please, you're driving me crazy!" I cried, not able to hold back my desire. "Yeah baby? You want it that bad huh?" He growled, getting more turned on by my admission. "Yes, please..." I whined nearly going out of my head the way his hands were teasing me, how close he was. I could feel his manhood hot and throbbing as it lay against my thigh. I reached down for him, wanting to stroke his hard length but he nabbed my hand like quick silver. It made me whine again in frusteration that I had to be held away from my satisfaction. The temptation he offered was just too much. "Shhh baby... all in good time." He soothed, his mouth hushing me but his hands stokeing the fire as he teased my nipples almost to the point of pain. When those perfect lips took mine, they took my breath away. But I thought I'd die when I felt his rough hands grasp my hips, pulling me forward. Instantly I wrapped my legs around him, it felt like it was always that way. He just felt so right. When I slid my toes up the backs of his thighs, it was his turn to whine. "Jesus you drive me crazy baby." His voice was desperate and I knew this wasn't gonna last much longer. I was so in need of him by this point that I didn't care. His fingers filtered through my hair, taking a grasp and pulling me up to his mouth. He was hungry, and I wanted to saite him. "I want to hold you all night, but you know that's not possible right?" He whispered against my lips. "Can't you stay? Just a little while longer?" I nearly begged as he teased my entrance with the tip of his shaft. He shook his head, a sad face in earnest in place. "I can't baby, I got a gig tomarrow I gotta get to. I can't fly either, I got interviews with three radio stations on the way there." He breathed against my ear. I wanted to cry. He was going to give me up for job interviews? Life just wasn't fair sometimes. He pulled away from me and cupped my face meeting my eyes. "You really don't know who I am do you?" He asked as if the possibility were absurd. "What do you mean?" I asked confused. He only chuckled and pulled me closer to kiss me again. "You are one in a million baby. And that just makes it harder when I have to leave you later. I got a show to do, but I want to come back to see you. I'll catch a flight on my three days off. If that's ok with you. " He asked, waiting for an answer. "I don't understand..." I was so lost from the conversation and he was so close to fulfilling my desires I couldn't concentrate. He smiled at me, holding my face tenderly. "I'll explain it later... I can't wait anymore baby." He growled, nearing me again. I wimpered, just a tiny sound, but it was enough to let him know that I agreed. His rough fingers slid down my neck, over my shoulders, skimmed my breasts and came to rest on my hips. "Are you ready for me baby?" He asked tenderly. I nodded and held my breath. Both of our eyes lowered to witness our coupling. Instinctively I spread my legs wider for him as he took hold of his manhood and guided the angry tip toward my center. With precision he slid into me, filling me up as he dove to the hilt. I'd never felt anything like it before. It was almost uncomfortable to accomadate his girth, but the length was exquisite for I'd never had a man fill me so completely before. "Ohhh..." We moaned in unison as we delighted a moment in just the sensation of being joined. He gripped my hips once more and slowly withdrew from me until I almost ached to be filled with him again. We may have only ha a short time to be together right now, but he was trying to make every second count... and he was succeeding marvelously. His slow pace was madening and I loved every second of it! I grasped at his shoulders, trying to steady myself as his powerful thrusts began to increase. He was going to kill me if he didn't speed it up. I decided to take matters into my own hands. Leaning back a bit I rested my heels on the edge of the table, stepleing my knees further and arching my back. I moved with him and he moaned in response. "Oh yeah baby that's good." He grunted between strokes. He wrapped an arm around my waist, holding my weight off the table as he braced himself with his other hand on the table top. A light sheen of sweat glistened on his sculpted body, the bronzed muscles bulging as he worked above me. He was gorgeous! His hair was sticking to his neck and chest, swinging into his eyes, the veins of his arms pulsing with his efforts. I jusst wanted to touch him everywhere all at once. I pushed his hair from his eyes, back over his shoulder and smoothed my hand down over his flexed arm that held him up. It was like hot granite. I leaned even further back, my head thrown back in bliss as our hips crashed together. He groaned and dipped his head to nip and lap at my neck and breasts. That was all I could take. It filled me with a tremendous urge to scream to the heavens, but I refreained for I knew his family would then come running and it would be awkward indeed. I bit my lip and cried out softly instead. "Oh Zac... I'm cumming!" I cried with glee. "Yeah baby I can feel you, so tight baby, so very fucking tight..." He growled pumping me like a mad man. I knew it was his turn then, he was so hard and his powerful thrusts were washed in desperation. "So close baby...." he grunted needlessly. I drew my knees up more and reached to his ass, pulling him in closer. Only a few strokes and I was about to cum again. "Again baby?"" He asked surprized. I nodded and he grinned wide. "Do it babe, bring me off with you." He pleaded, his pelvis smashing into mine. Then his face twisted into a portrait of pure pleasure and I lost all reality as a warm gush of cream filled me, spilling out and coating his balls. "Valentina..." He breathed heavily. Nobody could ever say my name more beautifully. He slumped forward, loosing his strength now that he was spent. He lay against me, our hearts beating wildly as we panted. "My god that was incredible." He confessed. I giggled. "Understatement of the century." I teased. He chuckled and slipped his arms around me more firmly, holding me closely. I wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead as he licked at the sweat that had gathered on his upper lip. He kissed me, small sweet kisses sprinkled over my dewy skin. Then the buzzer of the dryer sounded loudly, interrupting anymore of our time. He grumbled softly and pushed himself up away from me. Our eyes held as he slipped out of my body and I felt like crying from the loss. He pulled me up to sit again and bent for his pants puddled around his ankles, lightly brushing a kiss over my thigh. I sighed and watched him dress again. I knew I'd have to do the same and I dreaded it. He zipped up his pants and strode over to the dryer. I hopped down from the table and stood behind him ans he rummaged about my clothes. I wrapped my arms around him, laying a kiss on his sweaty back. He took my hnads in one of his and leaned a bit towards me. "You still haven't answered my question yet." He said quietly as he handed me my panties over his wide shoulder. "What question was that?" I asked as I slipped into my panties and he turned around, my bra in his hand. "Can I see you again?" He asked his gaze rakeing over my nearly nude body. I plucked my bra from his thick fingers and put it back on as I shrugged my shoulders. "I thought you said you had a job interview." I said a bit coldly. He chuckled. "You're precious." He grinned. "I said interviews, not job interviews. I have to promote my job and radio is just one way we do it." He explained mysteriously as he pulled me into a loose embrace. He tipped my chin up so I'd look into his face. "I have a band and we need to promote our latest album to keep sales up. Perhaps you've heard of us?" He laughed and I felt foolish. "Hanson?" He hinted. I felt like a royal fool then... I knew he'd looked familiar! But I'd not really seen him since he was a boy! The man before me barely resembled that obnoxious Mmmbop boy! I just wasn't into that kind of music. I hid my face in his chest and groaned, his hearty laughter ringing in my ears. "I can't believe this... you must think I live in a cave!" I complained. He laughed and lifted my face to see my eyes, his smile warm. "I don't think you live in a cave... and I find it rather refreshing that a woman wants me for me and not for what she can get from me." He said quietly, his lips nearing mine. I quivered in anticipation of his kiss, the touch of his lips to mine like an inferno. Our kiss became heated and before long he was tugging my hair back to kiss at my neck as I wrapped my leg around his hip, his hand on my silky clad ass. "Jesus Zac! We can't leave you alone for a minute can we?" A voice interupted with a hint of mirth under the scolding. We jumped apart and Zac shoved me behind himself to save some of my modesty as he wiped at his lip. "Tay!" Zac said a bit of surprize still in his voice. 'What are you doing? I thought you'd turned in for the night?" He said lamely. Tay laughed. "Apparently. And who do we have here? Finally giving into the groupies are we little brother?" Tay teased. Zac's voice rumbled from deep in his chest before he answered. "Don't be such a prick Tay. This is Valentina. Tina, my older brother Tay." Zac introduced. Tay took a step forward and held out his hand. I reached around Zac, trying my best to stay hidden and shook his hand. He grinned at me and I just smiled back at him weakly in our awkward position. "Why don't you bring her out to the bus to chat for a while with us... after you get dressed that is. I'll just tell Dad that the laundry isn't ready for the dryers yet. He was just getting into bed and wanted to make sure everything was ok in here" Tay told us before turning on his heel and walking out. Zac sighed, his shoulders sagging. "I'll never live that one down." He groaned turning to face me. He picked up my hand, bending to sweetly kiss my cheek.. "Sorry about that... but you still haven't answered my question yet." He prodded. I just grinned up at him and nodded. He grinned back and reached into the dryer for my jeans, handing them to me. I guess it was an odd beginning, but a start none the less. |