Duo's sweaty forehead touched mine. He gave me a lazy kiss as he gently unhooked my ankles from his shoulders and laid me down. It was hot when his sweat slicked chest met mine; my purple headed erection caught between us. The sudden pressure on that sensitive organ was the most exquisite pain.

"Damn, baby," he said. I couldn't hear his words for the roaring vacuum cleaner, but I could see the grin on his lips. Pulling my arms away from the wall was hard. I must have been pushing against the wall rather forcefully because my arms felt completely powerless. I let them drop to his head. My fingers wove into his wet hair and I tried to coax him up, wanting a kiss. Instead, he slid biting, licking and kissing his way down my body. He chuckled at the shlurping sound of his softening cock leaving my ass. Once, he told me he thought that was the sound of the 'well and truly fucked.' I was inclined to believe.

Finally, I felt his breath hot and moist against my straining erection.

"What do you want, babe?" He asked me, rather loudly, and licked the tip.

"Anything," I grunted. "Everything." But just in case he couldn't hear, I snapped my hips up a couple times in a silent plea.

I will never ask where he picked up that particular set of skills, but I will forever be grateful to him for having them. His lips, tongue, even his teeth did things that, at least for a several blissful minutes, turned my brains to mush. When he finished, he crawled back up and laid himself out, shoulder to shoulder with me. He flung a hand out and unplugged the vacuum cleaner.

Sweat continued to drip down our skin.

"I hate summer," he announced. I didn't bother to contradict him even though I knew what he had said wasn't true. He loved the hottest months of the year and I knew it was because he had grown up as a child of the cold L-2 streets.

He brought his hand up to trace patterns in the sweat that had gathered on my chest. I used my own hand to guide his to a nipple. Goosebumps erupted around the sensitive flesh there.

"Let's take a cold shower," I offered.

"Sounds good to me."

WIth enormous effort, he managed to get himself upright. He stretched and scratched with his back to me. I couldn't help but chuckle.

"What's so funny?"

"Think someone needs a shave."

"Wha--" Duo's hand flew to his ass, as if checking for errant hairs. I had that derriere under my hands or in my mouth often enough to know there weren't any.

"Ugh... ugh!" He repeated that disgusted sound several times as he ran his hands first over his backside, then his thighs and anything else that had been in contact with the carpet. I sighed and dragged myself to my feet, doing my best to defuzz myself, also.

"New carpet."

"It's not that new and I just vacuumed."

He pointed futilely to the Electrolux still sitting on the floor a few feet away. Duo had been doing chores -- in the buff because it was rather hot and sticky -- and when I came home, I found I couldn't resist. Let's face it, of all the household chores, vacuuming is probably the sexiest. There was just something about seeing him thrust the floor attachment out and pull it back that got me going.

"Maybe it's not a very good vacuum cleaner," I said with a shrug and dropped a kiss to his shining shoulder.

"It's brand new and the sales clerk assured me..." his voice trailed off.

"Assured you what?"

"He said... 'Nothing sucks like an Electrolux.'"

I couldn't help it; I laughed. Maybe it wouldn't have been so funny if we weren't both covered in carpet fuzz but... Duo just looked at me darkly, obviously betrayed by my lack of support.

"Duo, no matter how much you vacuum new carpet, it always pills up for the first couple of months," I said and rubbed some of the pills off my person. "But you can't say there was any false advertising." Then, I found myself running for the shower as Duo chased after me with one of the vacuum attachments and promising to show me just how much suction power his new machine had.