LAZE AROUND by clueless_psycho

Note: A Stray Cat side story

By the sound of something being deep fried in the kitchen, Crawford knew that lunch would be tempura. He was not very fond of tempura, or any other Japanese food. If he may have a say about it, they were tasteless. But he had learned to eat whatever served to him, when he was hungry but too lazy or simply did not have time to make or buy his own food, or if Ran cooked it.

On the other hand, Ran liked tempura and he was pretty good in making it.

Crawford clicked the save button on the spreadsheet he was working on in his laptop and walked out of his study.

In the kitchen, Ran was still busy frying at the stove, ignoring him completely. Crawford went to the fridge and pulled out a cartoon of orange juice. As he sipped the bittersweet liquid slowly, Crawford stared at Ran’s butt. He felt amused and he smiled a little. He wondered if Ran wore any undies beneath his yukata. Probably not. But maybe it would do no harm to check. Crawford put the glass down at the kitchen counter and walked towards Ran.

Ran yelped a bit when Crawford felt his ass. He gave Crawford a dirty sidelong glance and Crawford’s smile broadened to find out that Ran wore nothing beneath the worn-out cotton.

Crawford leaned closer to Ran so his lips touched the redhead’s earlobe. “Shameless,” whispered deeply, ending the single word with a light nibble on the soft bone of Ran’s ear.

Ran did not react and Crawford kissed his hair. He lingered longer to drink in the smell of shampoo mixed with a little sweat. Intoxicating.

Crawford stepped back when Ran moved around to put the tempura on the table.

Once everything was set, Crawford sat at his place on the table. Ran took time to take his apron off. The front of the yukata flipped a bit as he did so, giving Crawford a glimpse of dark red curls at Ran’s groin. Ran quickly tidied up his yukata and sat down.

Ran picked up Crawford’s bowl to fill it with rice before filling his own bowl. Then he muttered “Itadakimasu” quietly. Crawford watched the little ritual with growing amusement.

“Are you going to eat or not?” Suddenly Ran snapped at him.

“Why?” Crawford asked back.

“You’re staring at me,” Ran pointed out.

“Okay,” said Crawford and Ran gave him a scowl.

Crawford picked up his chopstick and clipped a shrimp in between. He brought the crispy food into his mouth without bothering to dip it into the sauce and munched slowly, savoring the tasteless taste. He looked up and stopped munching as he took interest at the way Ran ate his tempura. Ran also had a piece of shrimp between his chopsticks, but instead of biting it and munching it like Crawford did, he kept half of the shrimp inside his mouth, doing nothing but sucking on it as if absentmindedly.

And sometimes, he alternated sucking with shoving the shrimp in and out his mouth.

Replacing the shrimp with his cock in his imagination, Crawford could almost amusedly thought that one day he could come just by looking at Ran eating.

That was how Ran ate. He ate as if he was having sex with his food. Slowly with lots of licking and sucking before popping the food into his mouth and started to actually chew the food. He gave each piece of food equal attention. Crawford wondered whether he should propose Ran to star in a McDonalds ad.

“What’s so funny?” Another snap from Ran’s mouth brought Crawford back to his apartment.

“Never mind,” said Crawford and continued his abandoned lunch.

They finished eventually and Crawford thought that it was a wonder lunch was taken properly and he did not suddenly ravish Ran on the dining table in the middle of the meal.

“I didn’t make any desserts,” said Ran as he piled up plates and bowls.

“That’s okay.” Crawford grabbed Ran’s wrist and dragged him closer.

“Crawford, I…” Ran tried to protest when Crawford lifted him up to sit in the dining table.

“Yes?” Crawford lifted an eyebrow.

Ran stared at Crawford for a moment, before fluttering his eyelids. “Never mind,” he said.

Crawford sat back down on the chair, now facing Ran’s groin. He pushed Ran’s legs apart as Ran pulled off of string of his yukata. Impatiently, Crawford shifted the opening to get the sight he wanted.

“Yum,” he mumbled with his eyes on Ran’s.

Crawford started from the root of Ran’s cock, running his tongue slowly around the base. He felt Ran’s cock twitch and he heard Ran’s breath hitch at the touch and he ran his tongue along the shriveled shaft as slowly, feeling the shaft growing longer the farther his tongue went.

Now Ran lifted one leg and placed the sole of his his foot at the edge of the table, giving Crawford full access. He slipped his fingers into Crawford’s hair. Crawford could feel goosebumps in Ran’s stomach. He could feel his own too. And dripping precome started to stain his sweatpants through the briefs.

It was when Crawford was sucking the head of Ran’s now fully erection that he thought it might not be fair to Ran. He had fucked Ran this morning and he was going to fuck Ran tonight, which was a routine thing to do everyday. He had never fucked Ran in the afternoon because it would be too much for both of them and besides, he was usually busy during the day. During weekdays and Saturdays, he was at work in the office or any other places where he had to meet people, and during Sundays like today he was busy with works in his study room in the apartment.

Yeah. Works. He needed to finish the tables today so tomorrow his secretaries could start doing the analysis.

What a turn off.

“Don’t want it anymore?” Crawford heard Ran asked quietly, his long, not-so-calloused-anymore fingers ran through Crawford’s hair.

“Maybe not.” Crawford released Ran’s erection, still dripping like an out-of-order water tap. He got up. “I’ll do it tonight.”

“Tonight,” Ran murmured as he tidied up the yukata. “Is still eight hours away.”

“Don’t tempt me.” Crawford took Ran’s chin and kissed his lips lightly. “I have works to do.”

Ran did not say anything and Crawford left him to go back to his study.

As much as he thought what a turn-off was his works, once he sat down and faced the laptop, the workaholic side of his nature kicked in full force and before long he had shut himself from the rest of the world but the tables in front of him.

The apartment had gone quiet again.

Crawford was forced to take a break when he realized that he was running out of coffee. Again, he walked out of his study to the kitchen to brew some more coffee.

The apartment was quiet and a bit dark because Ran always turned off any unused lights especially during the day. As he filled the coffee pot with water, Crawford wondered where Ran was. The greenhouse was dark, Ran could not be there. He tilted his head and saw through the open door that his bedroom was also dark. Ran was not there either.

Forgetting the coffee pot, Crawford went to Ran’s bedroom. It was the smallest of the three bedrooms in the apartment. Crawford got the bigger room because he needed to put a kingsized bed inside and a large cabinet for his clothes. The second biggest had become his study room, lined with bookshelves from ceiling to floor. Ran got the smallest because basically he slept in Crawford’s bed at night. He only needed the room to store his clothes, which were not too many, and his books, the ones he was currently reading as other books went to Crawford’s study.

Crawford opened the bedroom to see Ran sleeping in the single bed. An open book was laying face down on his tummy. Below the string, the yukata was open and once again, gave Crawford a pretty view of Ran’s pubes and legs. The curtain of the window was open, giving a view of Tokyo city from ten floors high and the afternoon sunlight that went through the glass was actually the only source of light in the room as the lamp was off as well.

Ran looked like a baby when sleeping. Adorable and harmless. His cheeks blushed a pretty shade of pink. He was breathing slowly, evenly and his lips parted a bit.

Crawford stepped in and closed the door behind him. He sat at the edge of the bed. That got Ran to stir. He batted his eyelids a couple of times as if trying to bring himself back to reality.

“What’s up?” asked Ran.

“Nothing’s up,” said Crawford and he lifted his feet from the floor.

Sprawling along the bed on his side, Crawford pressed the front part of his body to Ran’s. Ran turned, now laying on his side too so both of them could fit in the small bed, his back pressed on Crawford’s chest.

“Aren’t you supposed to be working?” asked Ran, putting the book to the nightstand.

“I’m taking a break,” said Crawford, nuzzling the nape of Ran’s neck. Ran’s hair had gotten quite long now, a few inches past his shoulders.

Ran slid down a bit so he could set the top of his head beneath Crawford’s chin and his butt pressed Crawford’s crotch. Crawford squirmed at the perfect position. He slipped one hand into the yukata, touching Ran’s nipple.

“Sex?” Crawford asked softly.

Ran took some time before mumbling, ”Um… yeah.”

“Here okay?” Crawford slowly circled the nipple with fingertip. Ran twisted uneasily against his body. Crawford’s stomach churned deliciously.

“Okay.”

Crawford released Ran to grab the pillows beneath their heads and tossed them to the floor. He needed as much space as this little bed could provide. Ran got a jar of gel out of the nightstand drawer and set it on the bed.

They kissed as they shredded their clothes off, Ran kneeling in front of Crawford, his head bent down, his lips pressed hard on Crawford’s, tongue twisting inside Crawford’s mouth. As soon as he got out of his sweatpants and briefs, Crawford folded his legs and grabbed Ran’s hips and forced him to sit on his lap, their erections pressed together.

Gods, but it already felt so good like that.

Crawford broke the kiss so he could pull his t-shirt above his head and tossed it to the floor. Ran rested his arms on Crawford’s shoulders and slowly rocking his hips against Crawford’s, his perineum brushed across Crawford’s growing erection lazily.

“Touch yourself,” Crawford whispered, his breath heavy and hot. “Touch yourself.”

Ran stared into Crawford’s eyes for some moments. He leaned closer, hugged Crawford’s neck tighter and again claiming Crawford’s lips into a demanding kiss, his tongue shamelessly slid into Crawford’s mouth the moment their lips touched. Crawford kept his hands on Ran’s hips, gripping hard, keeping the distance.

Then Ran lowered his right hand.

Crawford did not have to see it. He needed only to imagine Ran wanking himself and it was as good as actually seeing Ran do it. He could drown himself into the same pleasure just from the feel of Ran’s breath and body getting hotter against his skin. The smell of dripping sweat and sex. The sound of excited grunts and fingers sliding across wet cock. The way he twisted and bucked against Crawford’s hips. That was enough to make Crawford fully hard in no time.

Ran finally broke the kiss because he needed to suck on more air through his mouth. Crawford took the gel jar and opened the lids. He carelessly poured the contents into his palm and rubbed two hands together to smear the gel all over his finger.

“Have enough?” he whispered into Ran’s lips.

Ran nodded and he released his erection to put the arm back on Crawford’s shoulder. Lowered his eyes to see as Crawford wrapped his fingers around his erection.

“Ou!” Ran gasped a bit when Crawford began stroking him.

“Good?” asked Crawford with a grin across his face.

Ran nodded.

Crawford slipped two fingers up the crack of Ran’s ass.

Ran jerked up a bit, shoving his erection into Crawford’s fist but he managed to snap his teeth on his lower lip to keep him from yelling.

Crawford thought he would get face cramps later from grinning too much for the day. But Ran looked just cute that way.

“Give me your neck,” he commanded.

It was a bit of a trick, fingerfucking Ran at the same time giving him a handjob and ravishing his neck, but there were some thing Crawford had mastered for his own pleasures and this was one of them. It was simply satisfying to see Ran torn between too much stimuli and too much pleasure and wanting for more, writhing and mewling and purring but too stubborn to beg.

Oh, Ran would beg eventually and that was his reward.

Ran was just exercising self-control, which was no longer his strong point the moment he was aroused.

Crawford did not know why he needed Ran to beg but that was how it went from the start. To Crawford, it was what confirmed his superiority over Ran. As if he needed to feel superior.

Ran bit his lower lip hard and Crawford did not need his gift to know that the moment Ran released the lip, he would be begging. And Crawford watched with amusement.

Ran slowly lifted his teeth from the abused lip. Parted them slightly.

“Nnnn…,” he breathed slowly. “Nnnnnooww… pleaase?”

And Crawford replaced the fingers with his erection, hard and throbbing, all the way at once. Ran screamed once, and blushed sheepishly after the not so manly attitude.

Crawford brushed the bangs from Ran’s face. The bangs had also grown too long, and Ran had no desire to comb it properly that sometimes they covered his face completely. Crawford tucked the bangs behind Ran’s ear.

“You wanna lie down?” he asked.

Ran nodded and lowered his back to the bed, lifting his legs up. He also lifted his chin up, exposing the pale column of his neck. So, he knew that Crawford had not finished ravishing the delicious skin that covered the column.

Crawford leaned down to take the offer and started moving his hips.

Another trick Crawford had learned was setting the pace that was best for him and forcing Ran to go along with him. Ran would fight him by wriggling his hips, arching and twisting and if nothing works, he would start making delicious sounds that made Crawford shudder with pleasure. During bad days, Crawford’s concentration would break the moment he heard the breathy sounds. But in a good day like today, Ran was going to come his way.

And Ran had run out ideas to fight Crawford. He stared at Crawford, his eyes glazed with too much desire and lust and by the feel of his cock in Crawford’s fist and his balls against Crawford’s navel, he was so close to the edge.

Crawford was having so much fun inside Ran’s body that he decided that he wanted to drink in the expression a few minutes longer.

Or, until again, Ran begged.

But maybe that was not fair for Ran. He had, after all, begged once.

“Let me come,” Ran breathed slowly. “Crawford.”

Ran gasped sharply, arching his back sharply when Crawford suddenly picked up his pace, both inside him and around his erection.

Ran came first, screaming like a virgin and Crawford gave away shortly after.

After some blank moments, Ran lowered his feet and Crawford pulled out carefully.

But instead of leaving the bed, Crawford slammed his back on the soft mattress, breathing slowly.

“Aren’t you going back to work?” asked Ran. He was sprawling on his stomach, reaching out his hand to a pillow from the floor.

“Umm… yeah.” Crawford placed one arm over his eyes. “Maybe. Later.”

Ran lay beside him, on his side, because there were not much room left for him in the bed since Crawford occupied most of it.

Crawford took one deep breath and turned around. He picked up one pillow from the floor and hugged it beneath him.

Several seconds later, Ran put the weight of his body on Crawford’s back, sprawling along, burying his face at the nape of Crawford’s neck.

Crawford was too tired to protest.

It was okay like that.

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