Derek wore Matt nearly constantly for the next two weeks. His training runs had never gone better. He had run a marathon distance today, and then some. He lay down naked on his bed except for his socks. He was too tired to do anything but sleep. Matt was in heaven.
Matt had only been vaguely aware of Derek's flatmate Parker. He didn't know if Parker was first name or last name, and frankly, he didn't care. He was surprised to hear the door creak open, while Derek snored loudly.
"Laundry day," Parker whispered toward the recumbent Derek, in case he was awake. He carried a basket and collected Derek's dirty running gear which was strewn around the room. He paused at Derek's still stocking clad feet, and licked his lips. He leaned in close, and sniffed.
"Whew! Bet those haven't been washed in days, maybe weeks," he whispered with a broad smile. Ever so gently, starting at the ankle, he unrolled each sock off each of Derek's feet. Matt was protesting loudly. Parker didn't put the socks in the basket. He held the pair up to his nose and inhaled deeply. Quietly he slipped out of Derek's room, and carefully shut the door. Derek continued to snore.