Business Surprise

(For my Liebchen, who dared tell me that I couldn't write smut any more.)

"Hey, Crawford." Schuldig's voice rang out through the empty apartment. It gave the precog pause, because he'd just dropped the irritating man off at the airport himself. Nagi and Farfarello were already out, and he'd been looking forward to the three days of no-one-else-home that he'd have.

"I know you're out there. Come into the bedroom!"

How had Schuldig managed this!? And why didn't his talent warn him ahead of time?

Flinging open the door, he was greeted by an empty bedroom.

"Craaawfooorrd..."

The television was on. He never left the television on.

"Okay, I'm going to assume you're in here now, cause if you're not, someone fucked up." He coughed, disguising Nagi's name in the sound. "Anyway, SURPRISE!"

Seating himself on the end of the bed, he could see the DVR on replay. The camera was sitting off to the side, the red light off. Schuldig was displayed on the wide hi-definition television screen, the one he'd scoffed at when Crawford had brought it home. Brad blinked, sure he was imagining things. Schuldig-on-the-screen was lounging on the the bed he was now sitting on, wearing a teeshirt and boxers. The time and date in the corner revealed that he'd recorded this the previous night, while Crawford was meeting with their boss.

"I didn't want you to be lonely while I was gone, so I decided to make you a present." He looked up from beneath his bangs, and Crawford took the time to really look at his team-mate. Normally if he gave the telepath anything more than a dark glare, he'd be teased, called out on it, or insulted, but displayed on the screen as he was, Crawford felt no qualms about staring.

Or analyzing. He really was good-looking, when he wasn't wearing that attrocious green jacket. The yellow headband that held his hair off his face wasn't so bad, and it did do them all the favour of keeping Schuldig's wild hair in check, but he was without it in the video, his hair free to fly in whichever direction it chose. With his expressive blue eyes peering up through his reddish orange hair, Crawford thought he'd never been more attractive.

The telepath reached up with one hand and began massaging one of his own nipples through the thin fabric of his teeshirt, and Crawford felt his mouth go dry.

"Haha, that always feels so good," he commented. "It's a little weird, actually." He pinched, and then moved onto the second one, a small bump already raising his shorts. Crawford felt his own trousers becoming tighter as the display on the screen went on.

One long-fingered hand slid down his chest and found the cotton fabric of his absurd smiley-faced boxers, and he let out a quiet moan that went straight to Crawford's dick. "Don't you wish this was you?" Schuldig asked provocatively, and then stripped off his shirt and boxers, tossing them into the hamper. Crawford looked to his left, and could see them, still sitting there almost innocently. He returned his attention to the screen, where Schuldig had wrapped his fingers around himself and was stroking gently, bottom lip captured in his teeth.

"I wish this was you doing this to me," he murmured, and slid his other hand down further, pressing one finger into himself. Crawford thought that if he'd ever walked in on the telepath doing this to himself, he'd simply lock the door behind him and not let him go for days.

On-screen, Schuldig dug behind him with the hand that had been stroking his erection, and pulled something long and thick from under the pillow. He held it up for the camera, revealing a true-to-life dildo, complete with veins and balls. "Not as good as you, of course," he said with a sly wink. Crawford heard panting, and realized it was himself. He was so turned on by the display that he couldn't sit still, but he couldn't look away long enough to do anything about it.

Schuldig covered the thing in lube, and lifted his ass up into the air on both his legs, then unceremoniously shoved the toy into his body, pressing until it wouldn't go any further. Crawford moaned in tandem with him, breathing heavily at the erotic sight of Schuldig displayed for all and sundry, shoving the toy in and out of his body.

"Not..quite..." he grunted, shifted his grip, and then toppled over, breathing heavily. "Found it," he said, casting a wry grin at the camera. He rearranged his limbs so that he was still entirely visible, but not supporting himself in the air any more.

More than anything, it was that sheepish grin, that smile that was so quintessentially Schuldig, that undid Crawford. He tore his clothes off, not even caring where they landed or if that was a button he heard tearing off and hitting the floor.

Schuldig hadn't waited for him to undress, and was pressing the toy in and out, gasping and letting out a whimpery little moan on every thrust. He'd returned to stroking himself as well, and it wasn't long before he was spurting up onto his stomach.

Crawford, to his shame, wasn't far behind him, and as they both lay panting on the bed, Schuldig grinned, this one more like the smirk he bestowed on everyone equally.

"I just wanted to tell you, that if Nagi did his job right, I just taped you watching me." The video cut off and the screen faded to darkness. Crawford flipped the camera off, and staggered into the bathroom for a shower.