There he goes again, skipping dinner. Crow wonders sometimes if it's worth bringing home those containers of curry that he gets half off from their favorite Thai place (just because he's their delivery boy) just to have it sit cold on the kitchen table. Leaning against the railing, he looks downwards, sees Yuusei's blue, blue eyes staring into the screen tiredly as his fingers click upon the keyboard every now and then, moving the mouse here and there, scowling with his lips pursed and his eyes narrowed--frustrated features for frustrating work. But Crow knows why he pushes himself so hard into the wee hours of the morning. It's his determination, his need for perfection. With a heavy sigh, he slowly moves down the rungs of the ladder, the cold metal stinging the soles of his bare feet, which ten pad along on the concrete as he makes his way towards the two computer desks.
"I'll be up in a few minutes, I just need to finish..."
"Bed. Now. Yuusei."
His name echoes off of the garage walls. He smiles a bit, always with his teeth, and slowly walks over to where Yuusei is seated, his arms folded on the desk and his shoulders slumped forward in a defeated sort of way as his eyes give way to shutting. Crow only shakes his head and gives a laugh, setting a hand on the seemingly lax shoulder and squeezing... fingers meeting nothing but taut muscle. A groan comes from Yuusei's lips, and Crow raises a brow, squeezing again and hearing a soft moan and hiss out of pain and possible relief. He rubs slowly back and forth over his shoulder blades, feeling the tightness stretched beneath his skin out of stress.
"Going to take a shower," Yuusei mumbles as he moans again, back suddenly ram rod straight and shoulder blades back as he rolls his neck a bit. Crow grabs the back of it. He's about to say no, saying that Yuusei would be better off going to bed and getting whatever amount of sleep would be left from this early hour of the morning until his next client at eight or nine. He's about to say no... say no... but the warm shower might just loosen him up some more.
"Meet me upstairs," Crow says, sliding his hands down to meet Yuusei's and tugging him up out of the chair, causing him to stumble. As the chair rolls to the side, there is a sudden snort, and both turn around to see the shape of Bruno sprawled out on the couch like some massive, content dog. Watching Yuusei move awkwardly over to their bathroom, Crow climbs up to his room and flops onto his bed on his back, staring up at the darkened ceiling and feeling his stomach rise and fall with every breath he takes. He can hear the sounds of Bruno's snoring and Jack's listless tossing and turning and the pipes creaking and the water rushing as Yuusei turns on the shower. He swears he can hear the sound of Yuusei sliding down his jeans, the belt clinking on the cold floor, shirt going next.
He's probably naked.
Maybe shivering a bit while the steam hits his skin.
Crow turns onto his side and waits, he waits a long while actually, occasionally getting up to stretch his legs, to stare out the window at the view his room gives him. The city is glowing, the streetlamps, people ambling along in the dark arm in arm. He is staring at the sight when Yuusei suddenly climbs up to his room with ease, moving towards his bed and with a slight smile.
"Well look at that," Crow says with a smirk. "Someone actually dressed for bed."
"Shut it," he laughs in return, taking a seat on the edge of the bed as he runs one hand through his still damp hair, weighted down by the water, but towel-dried so that a few strands stick out here and there, though for the most part it lays against his skull damply. Crow tears himself away from the outside view, putting one knee and his weight on the bed and pushing his hands into Yuusei's shoulders almost immediately, causing him to buck and hiss out at the feeling of his muscles being worked at after the warm shower. Crow pulls away and pats the bed.
"Lay down, on your stomach."
Yuusei shoots him a look that says something along the lines of "Don't pull anything funny or I solemnly swear to beat your head in" before easing onto the bed on his belly, head turned to the side and arms spreadeagled outwards. His back rises and falls as Crow slings a leg over the small of his back, feeling Yuusei flinch as he sits down, placing pressure on the muscles lying there at the base and hearing a small sigh as Yuusei seems to relax even more now. His hands start low, working their way upwards in a rolling motion, moving and squeezing every kink out. He laughs when Yuusei makes soft sounds of pleasure at his muscles being worked, is concerned when his friend halts and arches his back and shakes a bit because the pain is coursing through him from the massage.
"That's what you get for spending twenty-four seven engineering. Take a break, damn it, smell the roses."
"I'd take motor oil over roses any day, thanks," Yuusei responds, voice muffled by the pillow he is lying on. Crow feels his legs stretch slightly, as he flexes his feet all the way down to his toes, and Crow can tell he enjoys it by the humming that pushes past Yuusei's lips, and the fluttering of his dark lashes as his brows raise and his fingers curl up in the sheets and his body loosens up to the point where when Crow is done, he gets off and pushes Yuusei over onto his back. Yuusei's limbs give a faint flail as he flops onto his other side with a happy sigh, all loose muscle and flesh. With a light smile, his gray eyes never leaving Yuusei's now prone body, he lays down next to him and follows his eyes to the dark ceiling.
"That was..."
"Amazing? Fantastic? Best massage you've ever had?"
"Only massage I've ever had--and sure," Yuusei says, crossing his legs at the ankles and shutting his eyes as he brings his hands to rest upon his stomach, one hand overlapping the other like some long-gone corpse, still from head to toe. Crow watches him for a moment as he eyes shut and his breathing steadies... spending the night is he? Crow gets onto his elbows, flipping himself over and taking a few minutes to ponder out what to do next. But thinking isn't really his style, at least not for very long. Get to the action, the excitement. The kissing. He leans in slowly and brushes Yuusei's partially opened lips with his own, feeling warm gusts of air tickle the skin of his lips, and he brushes against him slowly, feeling lips groping for his own. It sends pricking sensations all along his arms, making the hairs there stand on end as Yuusei fits to his mouth in a more perfect kind of way, so that their lips mesh in a lock and key manner. His hands wander along Yuusei's waist while, Yuusei cups both sides of his face to aid in the depth of the kiss.
Yuusei's hands are callused and warm, kind of like his own, but softened up a bit by the shower, and Crow presses his hips closer, leaning into his touch, his fingers, feeling them wander down along his neck now as kisses trail over his jawline, to the shell of his ear, and then at his throat. Clothing is tossed off in the dark, landing with soft shifts of cotton and jersey here and there until hot skin meets hot skin, hot pliant skin, and Crow gropes out in the dark for Yuusei, feels how he shakes under his touch and gives way for Crow to pin him down and suck at his neck with an eager mouth. He likes the taste of him, how it's a bit salty and musky and trips over his tongue with bold notes. Every sound Yuusei makes fuels the fire, and he bites at every tender spot, making his way downwards until Yuusei's fingers are tangled in his hair when he reaches his navel. His tongue swirls around the dip, and he chuckles when he catches sight of the others toes curling at the action.
Everything is just heat at this point, and Crow feels feverish when he raises his head up and flops on top of Yuusei's body, kissing him deeply as he fumbles with the side table, groping for the metal handle of the drawer and reaching inside. Somewhere among his side deck, a half-eaten bar of chocolate, and other useless things, he pulls out a thin bottle of lube, which he uncaps and smears liberally all along his fingers. Yuusei grunts, arching his hips upwards, an offering of sorts, which Crow takes quickly, inserting one finger with a bit of difficulty from Yuusei's squirming and writhing (albeit deliciously so) on the mussed sheets. It takes a few minutes to settle him down, to sooth him enough to get him to spread his legs and move against one finger, against two that scissor him open, against the final three that are eventually replaced with Crow's heated, stiff length that moves into him.
Crow gasps, surrounded by the tight heat and throws his head back as he spreads Yuusei's legs, pushing deep into him to the hilt and feeling hands cup the sides of his head as Yuusei moans and thrusts against him eagerly. Time seems to stop as it always does at that point, and Crow finds himself in a void, where it is just the two of them, and the two of them alone, and nothing else matters, and the only sounds that fill Crow's ears at the soft murmurings past Yuusei's lips that are solely for him to hear and the canting breath and the slapping of damp skin on skin until finally Yuusei chokes and comes hard against him, cock going flaccid against his stomach. He gives him a few more thrusts, deep and hard as he strokes the soft, dark, sweet spot in him and releases himself, filling him to the core and pulling himself out gradually. This way, he can watch Yuusei writhe tiredly against his departing cock, hips raising and lowering and heels digging into the mattress.
They don't even bother cleaning up aside from kicking dirtied sheets aside and curling up against one another, a tangle of sweating limbs and mingling breath and loved skin.
