Weiss Kreuz Fan Fiction ❯ No Touchy! ❯ So Not Seeing This ( Chapter 2 )

 

“Schuldig?” Crawford ventured and got no response from the other man aside from a definite squirm and deep moan. What the hell? He wondered. He had his answer within seconds of asking that mental question.

 

“Hmmmn, so good!”

 

Oh, just fabulous, Crawford thought. He's stuck in Balinese's head and evidently Weiss' turbo slut is having a good time.

 

Crawford glanced to the passenger's seat in time to see an evil pink tongue make an appearance to soothe a lightly bitten bottom lip. Schuldig's back arched, his hands clutching the headrest of the car seat, making sharp gasping and whimpering noises that made Crawford want to pull the car over just to watch.

 

Which is exactly what he did. Pulled the car over at any rate. But only because Schuldig's knee kept colliding with his hand on the gearshift, making it rather difficult to drive properly. Had nothing what so ever to do with wanting to put his hand on said knee and slowly work his way upward. Damn it! Stop that! He scolded himself.

 

Schuldig gave one last shuddering moan and then fell silent. Daring to look at him again, Crawford found him slumped in the passenger's seat, smiling slightly to himself. Crawford put the car into drive again and headed for the penthouse as quickly as possible. Damn it, think about world domination, stocks, cleaning the gun. Something, anythingbut shoving Schuldig into the backseat and finding out if even half of that fire the redhead kept hinting at was a reality. Just get to the penthouse and away from temptation. It had to be over for a little while, right?

 

Wrong.

 

This time the gasp Schuldig uttered seemed to be a startled one. That changed quickly to a much more sensual tone. One of Schuldig's hands tangled in his own hair while the other clenched and unclenched while resting on his upper thigh. Almost as if grasping someone else's hair. Crawford watched in fascinated horror as he noticed that Schuldig seemed to be highly talented at wiggling in just the proper way to gain contact from the seatbelt across his lap in addition to the phantom stimulation in his head. Crawford pulled the car to the side of the road again after nearly colliding with a tree.

 

Schuldig let out an ear drum shattering scream and sank into the passenger's seat. Hazy blue eyes cracked open and looked at Crawford as a smug smile played across his lips.

 

“Damn,” Schuldig said, stretching. “If I'd known Abyssinian gave blow jobs like that, I'd have pried into Balinese's head ages ago.”