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Wei� Kreuz › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
10
Views:
1,731
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3
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Quick A/N: So? What is everyone thinking? Anything at all? Are you as amused as we are or should we just quit trying? Eh, either way, here's some more. Bwhahaha. -Doomtart X
Distraction
Stuck on You
That same night….
(‘thoughts’)
‘This floor is filthy. You know that right?’ Yohji thought at Schu from his place behind the bar.
‘Stop thinking about inconsequential things, you’re busy, remember?’ Schu thought back at him. He was also behind the bar…only he was standing.
‘I’m just saying, these pants are totally ruined, you so owe me,’ Yohji was still thinking at Schu as his mouth was well occupied.
‘I thought that was the whole point of this little exercise. That I would owe you. You *are* the one who wanted to be on top during the next round of peanut butter sex…’ Schu’s thoughts trailed off since his partner had renewed his enthusiasm once he had been reminded what he was doing this for. ‘Oh dear god, when did you learn to do that?!’
‘Read it in an article in Good Housekeeping.’
‘Good Housekeeping! Why on earth is *that* in Good Housekeeping?’ Schu was shocked.
‘I don’t know, guess it falls under good tips for housewives,’ suddenly distracted by the need to get Schu to forget that he read Good Housekeeping. If he allowed him to follow that train of thought Schu would never let him be seme again. Yohji thought it was working since Schu hadn’t thought at him for several minutes. Then…
‘Shit! Plan B! Plan B!’ Schu’s frantic voice called to him. Yohji was nothing, if not quick and they had been prepared for this.
“So, Schu, how on earth did you get Yohji to scrub the floor like that?” Crawford’s voice drifted over the bar. He was leaning over to get a better view of Yohji attacking the floor on his hands and knees.
“Ach, well my Pookums lost a teeny bet with me, didn’t you baby?” Schu watched Yohji with a smirk on his face.
“You two are sickening. Ex-assassins, no matter how gay, should not have such terrible nicknames.” Crawford closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly disturbed by the two younger men’s actions. “By the way, how are the taxes coming along? You don’t have much longer to get them done, do you?”
“They’re…getting done. Omi and Nagi said they help out,” Schu fibbed slightly. They hadn’t *exactly* gotten around to asking the two boys, but he was sure they wouldn’t begrudge them this one measly favor…he hoped.
“Right…good luck with that.”
Crawford’s smirk was quickly becoming annoying. He turned to leave.
“By the way Schu, you might want to zip up your fly.”
Schu looked down, “Crap,” he turned toward Yohji, “So what’s this about
Good Housekeeping?”
Distraction
Stuck on You
That same night….
(‘thoughts’)
‘This floor is filthy. You know that right?’ Yohji thought at Schu from his place behind the bar.
‘Stop thinking about inconsequential things, you’re busy, remember?’ Schu thought back at him. He was also behind the bar…only he was standing.
‘I’m just saying, these pants are totally ruined, you so owe me,’ Yohji was still thinking at Schu as his mouth was well occupied.
‘I thought that was the whole point of this little exercise. That I would owe you. You *are* the one who wanted to be on top during the next round of peanut butter sex…’ Schu’s thoughts trailed off since his partner had renewed his enthusiasm once he had been reminded what he was doing this for. ‘Oh dear god, when did you learn to do that?!’
‘Read it in an article in Good Housekeeping.’
‘Good Housekeeping! Why on earth is *that* in Good Housekeeping?’ Schu was shocked.
‘I don’t know, guess it falls under good tips for housewives,’ suddenly distracted by the need to get Schu to forget that he read Good Housekeeping. If he allowed him to follow that train of thought Schu would never let him be seme again. Yohji thought it was working since Schu hadn’t thought at him for several minutes. Then…
‘Shit! Plan B! Plan B!’ Schu’s frantic voice called to him. Yohji was nothing, if not quick and they had been prepared for this.
“So, Schu, how on earth did you get Yohji to scrub the floor like that?” Crawford’s voice drifted over the bar. He was leaning over to get a better view of Yohji attacking the floor on his hands and knees.
“Ach, well my Pookums lost a teeny bet with me, didn’t you baby?” Schu watched Yohji with a smirk on his face.
“You two are sickening. Ex-assassins, no matter how gay, should not have such terrible nicknames.” Crawford closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly disturbed by the two younger men’s actions. “By the way, how are the taxes coming along? You don’t have much longer to get them done, do you?”
“They’re…getting done. Omi and Nagi said they help out,” Schu fibbed slightly. They hadn’t *exactly* gotten around to asking the two boys, but he was sure they wouldn’t begrudge them this one measly favor…he hoped.
“Right…good luck with that.”
Crawford’s smirk was quickly becoming annoying. He turned to leave.
“By the way Schu, you might want to zip up your fly.”
Schu looked down, “Crap,” he turned toward Yohji, “So what’s this about
Good Housekeeping?”