Here's a longer chapter to compensate for the long wait!
kpuffs: I don't know about other countries, but in Thailand we have these nice 2-seat sofas at the very back row of the theater (a bit pricier). So yeah, loveseats in cinemas are pretty real :)
prt19657: Yes! A fan art would be fantastic! I'd love to see it once you've finished drawing. As for my KidLaw fic, I might get back to it someday. My concentration is currently on this story :3
Super Bass © Nicki Minaj
Law and Cora-san decide to spend a bright and breezy day by going to the park to enjoy the greenery and feed the fish in the pond. They head to the fish food seller's regular spot.
"Oh, looks like Jinbei's out of pellets," Cora-san remarks.
The old fellow usually sells both fish pellets and bread, but only a few loaves of the latter remain at the moment. Seems like they're not the only ones who feel like spending some time at the pond today.
"Maybe we can just... take the pedal boats instead," the blond suggests, gesturing at the dock with his head, which makes his bangs swing. Law smiles because he finds it sweet that Cora-san's ditching the fish feeding plan just because he knows how much Law despises bread.
"No, it's okay. It's not like I'm the one eating the bread."
They buy three loaves (Cora-san takes two) from Jinbei and walk to the bridge over the pond with Law pinching his loaf between his thumb and forefinger like some contaminated specimen. Because of gravity, the bread tears of course and falls down before the guys reach their destination. Only a tiny corner remains between Law's fingertips while most of the mass is lying on the ground. Cora-san shakes his head light-heartedly before picking the pitiful thing up and carrying it for Law throughout the rest of the way.
When they reach the center of the bridge, instead of handing Law's loaf back, the taller male starts tearing it into chunks and sets them along the handrail.
"What are you doing?" the black-haired male asks as he puts his puny bit of bread in between the larger chunks, disrupting the other's supposed work of art.
The barista merely waggles his eyebrow at him and continues to make a line on the handrail. He makes sure that Law's still watching when he places the last piece on the wooden surface before flicking the chunk, sending it hurling into its watery doom.
"This way you won't have to actually touch them. Smart, huh?" the older male beams.
And damn, that's the second time today that Cora-san's impressed Law with his consideration within a span of ten minutes.
Law starts with the piece furthest from the blond, moving closer and closer to him. After he catapults the last one into the greedy shoal of fish, the teen crosses his arms and rests them on the handrail. He turns to gaze at Cora-san, who still has another loaf to go. The wind tousles his golden locks which contrast nicely with the azure sky above.
At first, Law wasn't that keen on the pedal boats, but when he sees a number of them gliding past, the idea seems more and more tempting.
After Cora-san brushes his hands together to get rid of some crumbs, Law leads him to the dock. Both get into a pedal boat with a happy-looking lion figurehead and pedal off. However, the younger male soon becomes more interested in cuddling up against the shopkeeper, leaving the latter to steer and pedal on his own.
The wind has died down, and Law can pick up the older male's cologne that he's been noticing lately since they started hanging around together outside the shop. Either Cora-san doesn't wear it at work or Law can't detect it because of all the coffee in the air.
The youth breathes in the faint scent of vanilla and sandalwood. It's a seductive combination. The kind of fragrance that makes you want to nuzzle the other's neck while you languidly unbutton his shirt. Push him down on the bed and crawl on top of him. Lick a wet stripe from the dip between his collarbones, over his Adam's apple, and up his chin. Because he smells so irresistible.
The aroma kindles mild arousal within Law's belly. Tattooed hands come up to touch the other's arm, sluggish fingers feeling and squeezing the muscles.
Then he takes an exaggerated sniff of the taller male's t-shirt sleeve, which makes the blond turn his face to Law, and peers up at him through his dark eyelashes.
"You smell delicious," the teen mumbles before burrowing his face into the shopkeeper's bicep.
"I swear, you're like a cat. A clingy, clingy cat," he hears the adult muse.
Law lifts his head up to stick the tip of his tongue out and raises one of his hands to form a cat paw. Cora-san teases him back by licking his own upper lip from left to right in a very deliberate manner and fuck if that's not sexy then Law doesn't know what is.
"Hey, watch it!"
A shrill female voice draws both males' attention back in front of them.
"Oh, shiiit," Law curses and holds on to the other tight. Their boat jerks when the barista steers hard to the right barely in time to avoid colliding with the side of another pedal boat with a ram figurehead.
Time passes by and the pair return to the dock and walk to where Cora-san parked his Harley-Davidson Sportster 883. Law hops on the passenger seat and hugs the larger male's torso, partly for safety but mainly so he can sneak some gropes. He turns his face to the side to watch the trees, lampposts, and buildings zip past. When they reach Law's place, Cora-san has to practically pry the teen off his back like a lovesick koala off a eucalyptus trunk.
A few days later, Law finishes school and heads to the coffee shop as usual. He hears someone playing the piano, but it's definitely not Cora-san because the guy's presently occupied with customers at the counter.
The person currently playing the antique instrument has shorter blond hair and a conspicuous air of chic.
Law pulls a chair nearer the owner of D&R and silently watches the fingers strike the ivory and ebony keys. For notes that normal people need to spread their thumb and pinky wide apart to reach the required two keys, the blond lazily covers the distance with his thumb and ring finger. Long fingers sure are handy.
"Clayderman's Ballade pour Adelaine," the student says with confidence at the end of the song. Doffy carefully folds down the keyboard cover, the corners of his lips turned up in a smirk.
"Clever boy."
He grabs a plastic bag from the top board of the upright piano. It contains something flat.
"I have something for you today."
"Again? Please, no more free stuff from your store. I don't want to take advantage of your generosity," the younger one says, hands raised up in a 'stop' gesture.
Doffy juts his lips out.
"What a shame. I really thought that you'd like to have this. It's hot off the press."
He pulls something out of the bag which makes Law greatly regret his previous words. It's the store's new catalog. Not the cheap and flimsy kind. This one's about a centimeter thick and bound like a fashion magazine (apparently Doffy doesn't settle for anything less than posh).)
And a topless Cora-san is gracing the cover.
Law's hands automatically dart forward and Doffy lets go of the object so the student can better gawk at the hard, glossy cover.
It's a body shot that cuts off at around Cora-san's shins. The tall male is sporting aviator shades and a pair of classic blue jeans with fading and whiskering around the crotch and pocket chains on either side. One thumb is hooked into a pocket while the other hand is smoothing his loosely combed back hair. His head is tilted down a bit, face turned slightly to one side. He's wearing a dog tag with the silver tag dangling from between his teeth. The most striking thing of all is the black flaming heart that's painted on his blocks of pecs and abs.
Suddenly Law feels a hand gently pushing his agape jaw back into place.
"Fufu. Don't want flies flying into your mouth, do we? I hope you don't mind about us using your tattoo design. Roci said it looked cool so he wanted to include it in this promo shot."
Law still can't quite get over the fact that his tattoo got to be on Cora-san's fabulous body. Like a brand of ownership on a fine stallion.
The teen hugs the catalog against his palpitating heart.
"No, I don't mind. But Doffy, can I please, please have this copy?"
"But you just declared that you didn't want any complimentary gifts from me anymore," the blond says with perfectly feigned ease as he rests an elbow on the keyboard cover.
"But catalogs are free! I mean, who in the world charges for a catalog?"
Doffy cracks a wide grin.
"...You're...kidding me...?"
"High quality paper doesn't come cheap, you know. Clients have to buy our catalogs at the store or subscribe to our direct mail service. You won't believe how many people want to get their hands on these things. The issues with Roci on the cover are hot sellers. He's my best-looking model but he's too busy with this coffee shop so he can join only one or two photo shoots a year," explains the elder Donquixote, one hand attempting to pluck the catalog from Law's clutch.
"Ok, ok, I'll buy this from you!" the teen bursts out while trying to defend the precious item from those spidery fingers.
"Pfft. You already have the real Roci. You don't want these pieces of paper-"
"I do want them."
"Nonsense. You should be spending your time reading textbooks, not this provocative publication," Doffy says with that sly grin still plastered to his face. His stronger grip is winning the tug of war.
"Doffiiieee," the younger male whines with the head of his eyebrows angled up, making him seem that more desperate.
"Alright, alright. You can have it."
The blond releases his hold on the catalog. Law puts it on his lap and reaches for his wallet but Doffy grabs his wrist. The adult looks like he can barely contain his laughter.
"Don't tell me you believed me? You really think that I put a price tag on the catalogue? Lawsy, you're so gullible that it hurts! Hahaha!"
Law rolls his eyes at both the chortling Doffy and his own naivety.
"Fufu. But what I said about the Roci covers is true, though. I've seen countless cat fights over the last copies of the catalog stack. Not pretty," the taller male says as he adjusts his mirrored sunglasses. "Oh, one more thing. We're going to have our annual outing next month. It's a trip to the beach to thank our store staff for their hard work. Roci always tags along, so I thought you'd like to join, too."
Law doesn't even need to think.
"I'm in."
"Lovely. Now I can finalize the headcount and start making reservations."
Doffy soon returns to the store. Law waits for the queue to dwindle so he can greet Cora-san, but new customers just keep pouring in. Since they can talk on the phone later, the student decides to go home.
After dinner, he heads straight to the bedroom, grabs his hard-earned D&R catalog, and can already feel his pulse skyrocket as he flips through the first pages.
Cora-san and a number of other models of both genders are donning the store's new denim collection. The photos are taken at various indoor and outdoor locations. All the models look ravishing, but Cora-san's larger v-tapered physique makes him stand out. There are a couple of bulging veins on the backs of his hands that travel up his arms all the way to his shoulders and Law particularly digs those lines because they give off a certain ruggedness.
Molten lava stirs in the teen's nether regions as he drinks in Cora-san's wide shoulders and valley of muscles. The urge becomes unbearable so Law stands up to strip everything off, grabs an old t-shirt that he uses especially for times like this from the closet, and places it on the mattress. He lies on top of the mattress with his swollen cock between the t-shirt and his own body.
The tattooed male props his upper torso on his elbows and drags the catalog to the spot in front of him. He picks up where he left off and starts grinding against the bed, slowly but firmly.
When he reaches the point that he's staring at a page but not actually seeing it because he's too lost in the sensation of the underside of his cock rubbing against soft fabric, Law closes his eyes and just indulges in the carnal pleasure.
"Ah... Ah... Ahh..."
Soft, longing cries escape his parted lips. Pelvis rolling faster and faster (but not too fast because chafing is not fun).
The pressure of his own body weight in this position results in an intense climax. It makes his stomach twitch and clench uncontrollably. Ripples through his nerves. Leaves him gulping for air.
Law feels so satisfyingly drained that he doesn't move anywhere until he hears a familiar tune.
Boy, you got my heartbeat runnin' away
Beating like a drum and it's coming your way
Can't you hear that boom, badoom-boom, boom, badoom-boom bass?
The young male jumps off the bed to retrieve his phone.
"Hello~," Law drawls, voice all mellow and drowsy due to his fulfilling release.
"Aw. Look who sounds ready to go to dream land."
Law stretches until he hears some joints pop and lets himself fall back into bed.
"Not going to sleep yet. I was just reading a boring novel that my teacher assigned," he lies.
"Oh, am I interrupting?"
"No, no."
"Great. So uh, sorry for not being able to talk with you and Doffy earlier. Today was super busy."
"Nah, it's fine. Doffy and I had a nice chat. He also told me about the company trip. I told him that I'm going~," Law simpers, his free hand drawing circles on the sheets.
"Awesome. That was just what I wanted to ask you. The outing's going to be fun. Doffy knows all these cool friends and places. Anyway, I met some really strange customers this evening..."
Law listens to the shopkeeper's stories of peculiar people and their odd orders. They spend almost an hour on the phone and end up having this childish war of "You hang up first" "No, you hang up" because Cora-san doesn't want to be the one hanging up on Law while the latter doesn't want to hang up at all.