Domestic

The Spite Towel

It had all started innocently enough. After moving in together, Melchior and Moritz had bought some necessary items. Thing such as kitchen utensils, cleaning supplies, bathroom and shower needs. They couldn't be happier to be living with one another. Except for one slight problem. This one towel.

That fucking towel. Now, it wasn't like all of the other ones. No, this was a special towel. It was giant. You could wrap it around your entire body twice it was so big. It was also fluffy and oh so soft. You would think it had been made of rabbit fur because of how it felt being pressed against your skin. And on top of that, it was much prettier than the other plain, brown towels. It was a pristine white that never stained and had two blue stripes at both ends. It also always smelled amazing. For some unknown reason, it just held onto the smell of their detergent while the other towels barely had a hint of it.

Needless to say, it was the Holy Grail of towels. At first the two of them had been trying inconspicuously to be the one to use the towel every time they showered. It grew from there much like a vine slowly growing bigger and bigger until it's impossible to not take notice, overcoming their very being.

As soon as he got home from the gym, he raced to the shower, hoping Moritz hadn't already taken his. He rounded the corner to their bathroom only to see Moritz standing in front of the slightly steamed mirror, the towel wrapped around his waist. The shorter boy glanced at the reflection in the mirror and smirked, "Oh, did you want this towel?" he asked innocently. Melchior only grumbled and grabbed one of the brown towels from the cupboard.

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Melchior got up from the couch and headed to the bathroom to shower. He was utterly delighted to find that the desired towel had not yet been used that day. Happy, he hopped in the shower to rinse off. He stepped out of the steam and wrapped the fluffy towel around his still wet, naked body. As he dried off, he thought to himself that a towel should not feel this good. Should not be this pleasing. And should not make him want to protect it as if he were Gollum, but damnit, this towel was his Precious.

That's why he was more than a bit irritated that Moritz had been the one to use it the next day. And the next. And the day after that. By now it became less about who used the towel and more about rubbing it in the face of who didn't, and that person was more often than not Melchior. Now he didn't even care if he was the one to use it, just as long as it wasn't Moritz. Needless to say he took notice, and found it immensely amusing. "What ever is the matter Melchie?" he asked in a sugar sweet voice. He placed a kiss to his boyfriend's cheek only for it to be wiped right off. Moritz folded his arms on the back of the couch, laying his chin on them and tilting his head to the side, batting his eyes lovingly. He unwrapped the slightly damp towel off from around his head and placed it on Melchior's and damnit, he couldn't help the little twitch of his lips.

"Don't think I didn't see that," he said, poking him in the ribs. He jumped away from the touch with a small gasp, wide eyes staring at ones filled with mischief. "Oh Melchie-"

"No." He cut him off, knowing what the other had in mind. "Yes." Moritz was quick and managed to jump over the back of the couch and pin him. "Moritz! Let me up!" he demanded. Said boy just shook his head, placing his hands on his sides. "C'mon Melchie, lighten up!" Before he could protest, fingers dug into his sides, and laughter poured from his mouth.

"Mohohoritz! Nohoho!" He could barely form words through his laughter, squirming to try and get out from under his boyfriend. "There's that beautiful smile!" Moritz cheered, wiggling his fingers over his sensitive stomach. He rarely got the upper hand, but when he did, he was absolutely merciless. He continued his torture by moving his hands up to his ribs and making sure to tickle the spaces between each bone.

Melchior was desperate and reached out to stop Moritz, squeezing his hips in the process. He fell off of him with a help and was instantly pinned. He stared up at him, a nervous smile etching it's way onto his face. "Would you believe me if I said sorry?" His stomach dropped when he noticed the predatory grin on the other's face and had no time to brace himself when Melchior started to prod at his ribs. He let out a strangled "No!" before falling into hysterics. Melchior was very skilled with his hands and knew exactly what to do in order to make Moritz's facade crumple.

"Plehehehease!" Moritz cried out, absolutely helpless under his boyfriend's touch. When Melchior moved to his stomach, he was lost in a fit of laughter. "Aw, what's the matter Moritz? You're not ticklish are you?" he teased as his fingers swirled over the sensitive area. He brought a hand up and gently scratched behind his ear which made a shrill cry ring through the air. "Oh-ho that was interesting," he said as he did it again, bringing with it the same reaction as before. "Oh man, and I thought your stomach was bad."

"Shuhuhut up jeheheheherk!" Melchior let out a loud gasp, "You did not just insult me! And under our own roof! How could you?" He flopped over dramatically, putting the entirety of his weight on the smaller boy to keep him pinned. Moritz couldn't help but giggle, "Let me up!" He shook his head and, biting back a smile, reached his arm up and fluttered his fingers over his neck.

Moritz squealed and tried to curl into a ball but to no avail. He then decided to retaliate and dug into Melchior's hips, causing him to fall off of him with a laugh. Minutes later the laughter began to die down as they reached a truce.

"Ahahalright you ass, you can have the damn towel!" He threw the towel weakly at his boyfriend who caught it in the air. He let out a small victory cry as he rolled over onto it. Melchior found he was staring straight into bright sparkling blue ones. His lips twitched into a smirk, "We're the definition of domestic couple, aren't we?" Moritz smiled sweetly and placed a quick kiss on the tip of his nose. "Yes. Yes we are."