"Braddy-san, can I-"
"Did you finish your homework yet?" Nagi pouted and stamped his foot, as the eldest member of the group didn't even glance at him.
"You didn't even let me finish!"
"And you didn't answer my question." Brad finally glanced up from a textbook, a smug smile on his face as he looked down at the little Japanese boy.
"I'm almost done my homework. But can't I just have a break to watch tv and finish it later? Please Braddy?" The American returned his eyes to his textbook, knowing he'd cave in immediately if Nagi worked his puppy dog eyes on him. He wasn't as easily able to protect himself from the wandering arms of his little German though, as Schuldich's arms snaked around his chest.
"Bradley it's only an hour long special, I'll make sure he finishes his homework afterwards." Brad sighed, knowing there was no way to win this battle.
"Alright, Nagi you can watch whatever it is you want to watch, but I want to see your homework finished and you in bed by nine-thirty, understand?" Nagi squealed in delight, nodding his head as he rushed for a spot on the couch in the living room. Schuldich leaned his head on Brad's shoulder, looking at his boyfriend's textbook.
"Ugh, finance Bradley? You really don't need to take boring courses, you're already boring enough!" Schuldich quickly kissed his cheek, skipping off to the living room, stopping to look back at Brad and wink.
"Go watch your tv Schu! I won't even ask about your homework." The redhead grinned back at him, nodding his head in agreement.
"Good idea! Now don't indulge yourself in your studies too deeply!" Brad watched as Schuldich jumped over the top of the couch, coming to land beside Nagi, who shrieked in surprise. He tried to concentrate on his text, but the laughter coming from the living room kept distracting him, certain now that Schuldich must be torturing Nagi with the dreaded "tickle of death". Brad smiled, deciding to forego studying for now, and got up, quickly putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and grabbing a few cans from the fridge. Once the popcorn finished popping he quickly poured most of it into a bowl, then tucking the cans under his arm, entered the living room himself.
"Oh, so could Mr. Boring actually be joining us on this fun-filled night?" Schuldich stopped tickling Nagi, who was currently squirming in the redhead's lap, as he watched the American walk towards them.
"It's not like I can get much studying done with you two giggling like schoolgirls." It was moments like this that he wished he had a camera, as the expressions on both the boys' faces were wonderful.
"I'm not a schoolgirl!" Nagi pouted, as he was finally able to free himself from Schuldich's grasp.
"You sound like a schoolgirl Nagi, he didn't mean you are a schoolgirl." Farfie grinned at the two sitting on the couch, reaching his hand up to grab the bag of popcorn and can of Dr. Pepper that Brad offered to him. He sat by himself on the love seat, next to the couch that the other two occupied. Brad set the remaining cans on the table, along with the bowl of popcorn. He looked down at the two on the couch, looking at them questioningly.
"Are you two gonna make me room or not?" They both moved, as Brad sat down in between them. Nagi grabbed his can of cream soda from the table, popping it open and grabbing a handful of popcorn before settling back against the couch. Schuldich grabbed his own can of Coke, popping it open and taking a drink. Brad grabbed the last can from the table, popping open the Heineken as he took a long drink, also grabbing the bowl of popcorn and setting it on his lap, as he settled back into the couch. He reached his arm out, pulling Schuldich against his side, kissing the redhead's forehead. Schuldich sighed contentedly, grabbing a few kernels of popcorn and snuggling his head a little closer into the American's shoulder.
"So what are we watching anyways?" Nagi gulped down his mouthful of cream soda, piping up.
"It's a Transformers special!" Brad smiled, Nagi's fascination with the transforming robots having come from his own childhood adoration for the toys. The pseudo-family spent the next hour as any normal family would, sharing a close bond and spending some time together. Farfie sat by himself, not the emotional type that Nagi and Schuldich were. He cared about the other three, loved them even, in that family sense, but he was the independent one, not requiring to show much emotion or receive much in return; it was how he liked it to be. Nagi was how all little kids were, an attention hog, who loved hugs as much as he loved anything. He was leaning up against Brad, one little hand resting on the American's leg. Nagi lived to be lathered with affection, to be told how much of a charming boy he was, and how proud he made everyone around him. Brad very much considered Nagi to be like a son to him, and he took on the fatherly responsibilities easily. And if he acted like Nagi's
father, Schuldich definitely took on the motherly role for the nine-year-old. If Nagi was ever upset, had anything bothering him, or simply hurt himself the way young kids always seem to, the sixteen-year-old was always there, with nothing but a hug, kiss, and a few words of encouragement to bring up Nagi's spirits. And it seemed rather funny to Brad how both he and the redhead played parental figures to the two younger boys, and also shared their own special relationship similar to a real set of parents. Even though Schuldich had his own room, he always slept in Brads' bed, and had moved most of his clothes into the Americans' room as well. They did the usual things that couples did, which included movies and lavish restaurants; Brad lived to spoil his German boyfriend. He always went to Schuldichs' soccer games, cheering the redhead on as he usually ended up leading his team to victory. Since Schuldich had joined the soccer team this year, they had yet to lose a game. Brad
knew Schuldich used a little of his powers in order to assure their victory, and while part of him wanted to scold the young telepath for being a little careless, the stronger part of him simply said nothing and watched as his little lover basked in the spotlight. On the subject of love, it was a little bit of a touchy situation for the two. While Brad was ready to submit wholly to his little German, he had yet to experience the moment when Schuldich was ready for that part of their relationship. Brad made a point to lavish as much affection as possible on his little beauty, never tiring of reassuring his little boyfriend that he would wait until the end of time for him, and would never dream of forcing anything on him he was not yet ready for. It always made Brads' heart swell when the little German would apologize for doubting him, trying his hardest to say those few words that were for some reason so hard for him to utter. Brad knew enough from the look of pure love in
his German's eyes, telling him over and again that he didn't need to hear the words, he could read it all in Schuldich's eyes. As he gazed down at the boy snuggled against his side, his arm tightened around the Germans' shoulders. The hour passed by, and soon the show was over. Brad detached his arm from around Schuldich, as he set the popcorn bowl and empty can on the table in front of him.
"Alright Nagi, time for you to go and finish your homework."
"Okay Braddy-san, thank you for letting me watch my show!" Nagi affectionately threw his arms around Brad's neck, hugging him and kissing his cheek. He hopped down off the couch, heading for his room. Farfie was next to get up, stretching as he glanced over at the two remaining on the couch.
"Well, I guess I'll go leave you two alone, err finish my homework." He winked at them as he left the living room, heading down the hall to his bedroom. Crawford sighed; this was how a family should be; everyone complying easily and no yelling or fighting, and no hitting.
"What makes you think of that Bradley?" Schuldich stared up at his boyfriend, having caught a little of the American's train of thought. Brad smiled, wrapping his arms around his German, pulling him onto his lap.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Thanks for reminding me how boring I've been getting. It was nice to spend a little time all together like this." Schuldich smiled, plastering himself to Brad's chest.
"No problem. I'll be sure to remind you every time I find you getting boring again." The two shared a sweet kiss, Brads' arms tightening around Schuldichs' back, and Schuldichs' arms tightening around Brads' neck. Brad broke their kiss, pulling the German closer to him, burying his head in Schuldichs' hair.
"Mmm, you always smell so nice."
"Whoever came up with scented shampoo was a genius." Schuldich kissed Brad's neck, as the American hugged him closely one last time.
"Well Schu as much as I'd love to just stay here all night, you did promise to make sure Nagi finished his homework." Schuldich rolled his eyes, planting a final kiss on Brads' forehead before standing up.
"Ja, I'm going to help the little squirt. You don't get yourself too involved in that textbook of yours, you hear?" Brad nodded, watching as the boy sauntered off down the hall, staying true to his word of making sure Nagi got his homework done. Brad forced himself up, returning to the kitchen table as he settled in to read the rest of his assigned chapter for that weekend, back to the boring world of finance.
End chapter 2
"Did you finish your homework yet?" Nagi pouted and stamped his foot, as the eldest member of the group didn't even glance at him.
"You didn't even let me finish!"
"And you didn't answer my question." Brad finally glanced up from a textbook, a smug smile on his face as he looked down at the little Japanese boy.
"I'm almost done my homework. But can't I just have a break to watch tv and finish it later? Please Braddy?" The American returned his eyes to his textbook, knowing he'd cave in immediately if Nagi worked his puppy dog eyes on him. He wasn't as easily able to protect himself from the wandering arms of his little German though, as Schuldich's arms snaked around his chest.
"Bradley it's only an hour long special, I'll make sure he finishes his homework afterwards." Brad sighed, knowing there was no way to win this battle.
"Alright, Nagi you can watch whatever it is you want to watch, but I want to see your homework finished and you in bed by nine-thirty, understand?" Nagi squealed in delight, nodding his head as he rushed for a spot on the couch in the living room. Schuldich leaned his head on Brad's shoulder, looking at his boyfriend's textbook.
"Ugh, finance Bradley? You really don't need to take boring courses, you're already boring enough!" Schuldich quickly kissed his cheek, skipping off to the living room, stopping to look back at Brad and wink.
"Go watch your tv Schu! I won't even ask about your homework." The redhead grinned back at him, nodding his head in agreement.
"Good idea! Now don't indulge yourself in your studies too deeply!" Brad watched as Schuldich jumped over the top of the couch, coming to land beside Nagi, who shrieked in surprise. He tried to concentrate on his text, but the laughter coming from the living room kept distracting him, certain now that Schuldich must be torturing Nagi with the dreaded "tickle of death". Brad smiled, deciding to forego studying for now, and got up, quickly putting a bag of popcorn in the microwave, and grabbing a few cans from the fridge. Once the popcorn finished popping he quickly poured most of it into a bowl, then tucking the cans under his arm, entered the living room himself.
"Oh, so could Mr. Boring actually be joining us on this fun-filled night?" Schuldich stopped tickling Nagi, who was currently squirming in the redhead's lap, as he watched the American walk towards them.
"It's not like I can get much studying done with you two giggling like schoolgirls." It was moments like this that he wished he had a camera, as the expressions on both the boys' faces were wonderful.
"I'm not a schoolgirl!" Nagi pouted, as he was finally able to free himself from Schuldich's grasp.
"You sound like a schoolgirl Nagi, he didn't mean you are a schoolgirl." Farfie grinned at the two sitting on the couch, reaching his hand up to grab the bag of popcorn and can of Dr. Pepper that Brad offered to him. He sat by himself on the love seat, next to the couch that the other two occupied. Brad set the remaining cans on the table, along with the bowl of popcorn. He looked down at the two on the couch, looking at them questioningly.
"Are you two gonna make me room or not?" They both moved, as Brad sat down in between them. Nagi grabbed his can of cream soda from the table, popping it open and grabbing a handful of popcorn before settling back against the couch. Schuldich grabbed his own can of Coke, popping it open and taking a drink. Brad grabbed the last can from the table, popping open the Heineken as he took a long drink, also grabbing the bowl of popcorn and setting it on his lap, as he settled back into the couch. He reached his arm out, pulling Schuldich against his side, kissing the redhead's forehead. Schuldich sighed contentedly, grabbing a few kernels of popcorn and snuggling his head a little closer into the American's shoulder.
"So what are we watching anyways?" Nagi gulped down his mouthful of cream soda, piping up.
"It's a Transformers special!" Brad smiled, Nagi's fascination with the transforming robots having come from his own childhood adoration for the toys. The pseudo-family spent the next hour as any normal family would, sharing a close bond and spending some time together. Farfie sat by himself, not the emotional type that Nagi and Schuldich were. He cared about the other three, loved them even, in that family sense, but he was the independent one, not requiring to show much emotion or receive much in return; it was how he liked it to be. Nagi was how all little kids were, an attention hog, who loved hugs as much as he loved anything. He was leaning up against Brad, one little hand resting on the American's leg. Nagi lived to be lathered with affection, to be told how much of a charming boy he was, and how proud he made everyone around him. Brad very much considered Nagi to be like a son to him, and he took on the fatherly responsibilities easily. And if he acted like Nagi's
father, Schuldich definitely took on the motherly role for the nine-year-old. If Nagi was ever upset, had anything bothering him, or simply hurt himself the way young kids always seem to, the sixteen-year-old was always there, with nothing but a hug, kiss, and a few words of encouragement to bring up Nagi's spirits. And it seemed rather funny to Brad how both he and the redhead played parental figures to the two younger boys, and also shared their own special relationship similar to a real set of parents. Even though Schuldich had his own room, he always slept in Brads' bed, and had moved most of his clothes into the Americans' room as well. They did the usual things that couples did, which included movies and lavish restaurants; Brad lived to spoil his German boyfriend. He always went to Schuldichs' soccer games, cheering the redhead on as he usually ended up leading his team to victory. Since Schuldich had joined the soccer team this year, they had yet to lose a game. Brad
knew Schuldich used a little of his powers in order to assure their victory, and while part of him wanted to scold the young telepath for being a little careless, the stronger part of him simply said nothing and watched as his little lover basked in the spotlight. On the subject of love, it was a little bit of a touchy situation for the two. While Brad was ready to submit wholly to his little German, he had yet to experience the moment when Schuldich was ready for that part of their relationship. Brad made a point to lavish as much affection as possible on his little beauty, never tiring of reassuring his little boyfriend that he would wait until the end of time for him, and would never dream of forcing anything on him he was not yet ready for. It always made Brads' heart swell when the little German would apologize for doubting him, trying his hardest to say those few words that were for some reason so hard for him to utter. Brad knew enough from the look of pure love in
his German's eyes, telling him over and again that he didn't need to hear the words, he could read it all in Schuldich's eyes. As he gazed down at the boy snuggled against his side, his arm tightened around the Germans' shoulders. The hour passed by, and soon the show was over. Brad detached his arm from around Schuldich, as he set the popcorn bowl and empty can on the table in front of him.
"Alright Nagi, time for you to go and finish your homework."
"Okay Braddy-san, thank you for letting me watch my show!" Nagi affectionately threw his arms around Brad's neck, hugging him and kissing his cheek. He hopped down off the couch, heading for his room. Farfie was next to get up, stretching as he glanced over at the two remaining on the couch.
"Well, I guess I'll go leave you two alone, err finish my homework." He winked at them as he left the living room, heading down the hall to his bedroom. Crawford sighed; this was how a family should be; everyone complying easily and no yelling or fighting, and no hitting.
"What makes you think of that Bradley?" Schuldich stared up at his boyfriend, having caught a little of the American's train of thought. Brad smiled, wrapping his arms around his German, pulling him onto his lap.
"Nothing you need to concern yourself with. Thanks for reminding me how boring I've been getting. It was nice to spend a little time all together like this." Schuldich smiled, plastering himself to Brad's chest.
"No problem. I'll be sure to remind you every time I find you getting boring again." The two shared a sweet kiss, Brads' arms tightening around Schuldichs' back, and Schuldichs' arms tightening around Brads' neck. Brad broke their kiss, pulling the German closer to him, burying his head in Schuldichs' hair.
"Mmm, you always smell so nice."
"Whoever came up with scented shampoo was a genius." Schuldich kissed Brad's neck, as the American hugged him closely one last time.
"Well Schu as much as I'd love to just stay here all night, you did promise to make sure Nagi finished his homework." Schuldich rolled his eyes, planting a final kiss on Brads' forehead before standing up.
"Ja, I'm going to help the little squirt. You don't get yourself too involved in that textbook of yours, you hear?" Brad nodded, watching as the boy sauntered off down the hall, staying true to his word of making sure Nagi got his homework done. Brad forced himself up, returning to the kitchen table as he settled in to read the rest of his assigned chapter for that weekend, back to the boring world of finance.
End chapter 2
