"Crossword" by thebirdgod
Disclaimer: I do not own Beyblade or the characters contained within Beyblade. Also, most crossword questions came from the Courier Journal, a newspaper in Kentucky.
Notes: Thanks for reviewing! Here's another chapter I just whipped up; I hope it'll hold you all until I can get back on again. Unfortunately I came home from moving a friend to find my pet Russian tortoise (named Ivanov Kuznetsov) had died sometime during the day. So I'm not too sure when I'll be back on, but I promise it won't be too long.
Pairings: JohnnyxRobert, MiguelxKai, TalaxClaude, SpencerxBryan
"~….~" indicates Gaelic, because I can't keep telling you it's in Gaelic, it gets repetitive.
Chapter 7
9 Across
The sun was peaking through the drapes, when a particular redhead cracked open violet eyes, a frown marring his features at being woken up so early. He felt a slight movement at his side, and he turned his attention towards it, only to find a pair of groggy crimson eyes to meet his own.
"Good morning," came the low mumble, crimson eyes hiding again behind porcelain eyelids.
"~Good morning, lovely,~" the redhead replied back, using his arm to pull the body beside him closer, nuzzling his nose into soft hair, pressing a kiss to it in the process.
"~Why didn't they shut the curtains? I think it should be against the law to be up this early on a day off.~"
Robert was so cute when he was annoyed, it made the Scot smile to himself as he grasped an angular chin, pulling pouting lips up to meet his own in a proper good morning kiss. It was slow and soft, meant to signify more than lust or want, but simply the pure happiness of being together, of being in love.
"It smells like Oliver's already up and cooking this morning," Robert mumbled against the pair of lips ghosting his own, "do you think he made coffee?"
Johnny smiled in response, running a hand through his boyfriend's tussled locks. "Most likely not, he doesn't like that stuff remember? We could probably borrow his car and go get some from the café up the street."
"Mmm, that'd be nice. You should go ask him."
The Scot laughed before leaning down for another kiss, letting it linger before sitting up. "Go take your shower and get cleaned up while I go talk to him."
"Do I have to get up right now?"
"Yes. Get moving or I'll move you myself."
Robert made a face that suggested he wasn't sure whether or not he actually wanted Johnny to tote him around. He nonetheless sat up and stretched, making the Scot feel a little too warm, and thus left his boyfriend to gather his bathing things.
"Hey Oliver," Johnny called out as he wandered in to the massive kitchen, the greenette busy scrambling what appeared to be eggs.
"Good morning Johnny, I didn't expect to see you up this early," Oliver shot his friend a bright smile before turning his attention back to the egg mixture. He added some chopped greens to the mix before stirring again.
"Sun came through the drapes; woke Robbie up too," Johnny shrugged at Oliver's questioning glance, "anyway, we were wondering if we could borrow one of your cars to go down to the little café and grab some coffee."
"Of course you can! Will you be back in time for breakfast? It should be ready in about an hour."
"I'd say so, I sent him upstairs to get ready. The café isn't too far, and I figured we'd drink a cup there and then take some for the road. Do you think I should bring extra back?"
Oliver turned around and leaned against the counter, seemingly pondering the suggestion for a moment before replying, "Yes, I think that would be a good idea. I know Kai likes coffee, but I don't know about anyone else aside from you and Robbie. I'll give you the money for it if you'd like."
"Nah, I've got it covered. I'll see if they sell any of it in those boxes dispensers, if not we'll get multiple cups. And we'll bring back some creamer too."
"Alright, well you two have fun and don't do anything inappropriate in my car. Keys are in the garage hanging up. I'd suggest the Mercedes, it has a sunroof that's perfect for the morning weather today."
The Scot nodded and called a quick thanks over his shoulder as he headed towards his duffel bag. He figured he'd take a super fast shower once Robert got out, then the two could be off to enjoy a little alone time together. And he could get a newspaper while they were out! French was little hard for him to read, but he could do it; may have to ask how to spell some of the answers though, but hey, that's what having a bilingual genius as your boyfriend is for.
He looked up from his bag just in time to see his German love walk back in to the room, his hair still tussled from the towel, a small droplet of water weaving its way down the side of his face. The redhead watched as Robert idly wiped it away with his long sleeved shirt (it was a dark blue thermal), and noticed how those jeans hugged the man's thighs and butt perfectly. Johnny decided he needed to take a cold shower. Very cold.
"Well?" Robert asked, tucking his things back into his own bag before sliding his wallet into his back pocket.
"Oliver suggested the Mercedes, I'm just going to catch a quick shower and we'll be ready to head out. We need to get coffee for the others while we're out, one of those box things you see companies get."
The German nodded and drew close to his boyfriend, teasing him into a heated kiss, his tongue slipping past partially parted lips to play with its counterpart. Hands grasped shoulders, while another set used jean covered hips to draw the shorter man closer, tilting his head just slightly, deepening the kiss. The pair broke apart for air, light kisses placed on soon to be swollen lips. With a smile the Scot moved towards the bathroom, leaving the amethyst haired man to wait patiently until he returned.
The drive to the café was beautiful, full of lush greenery and sunshine. Not many people were out on the road, and the cool breeze that drifted through the sunroof was refreshing and rejuvenating. Johnny's hand had found Robert's shortly after beginning their drive; his thumb ran over the knuckles of his companion's own hand, occasionally getting a squeeze in response.
It didn't take very long to get to the café, and the pair had enjoyed a companionable silence, both enjoying the morning air and scenery, along with the quiet time together. They parked the car on the street, noting how the café was relatively empty (surprising for as early as it was, they thought people would be on their way to work).
"What do you want?" Johnny asked with an indulgent smile. He watched as the brief flicker of an argument crossed Robert's features before disappearing. It was probably because the German had figured out that his redheaded companion intended to pay.
"I'd like the white mocha, with a pump of vanilla, in whatever they call their large size. Oh, and extra whipped cream."
The Scot smiled at him sweetly, before wandering off to the counter where he snagged a newspaper and began to order. For himself he got a plain mocha, with an extra shot of espresso, and the newspaper; followed by Robert's outrageously sweet concoction and the request for one of their boxes of coffee (it has a dispenser at the bottom!) to be ready when they left. He quickly paid before Robert could react. Instead he waved the German off to go find a nice seat outside, and joined him shortly after he picked up their coffee.
They sat at a nice little table in the sun; Johnny took the crossword puzzle out of the newspaper and handed the rest over for Robert, knowing his friend actually enjoyed reading the paper (the Scot never really bothered, he just liked the crosswords). He dug his pen out of his pocket and began skimming clues.
"Guess whose stocks are up," Robert asked with a smug smile.
"I'm going to assume from that shit eating grin that Jurgen Enterprises went up again?"
The German nodded, replying, "The committee didn't think that my latest idea would take off. They'll be eating their words now won't they?"
"That reverse launcher was a great idea; you just need to fire the old coots anyway. They don't really do much unless you are out on vacation, and that's hardly ever." The redhead scribbled an answer down, followed shortly by another one.
"Well, I may be inclined to taking more vacations now, as there seems to have been a change in my personal life." The German cast a flirty wink before flipping the page of the business section, seemingly engrossed by whatever nonsense they were writing about today.
The Scot, never taking his eyes off his paper, picked up his boyfriend's free hand, kissed the back of it, before giving it a squeeze and allowing it to return to the coffee cup nearby. "I'm going to have to tell my mom and dad that I'll be spending more time in Germany. Oh, hey, non-stick absorbent padding used for wounds, five letters?"
"Telfa. What about the horse training? I thought your dad was slowly easing out of it."
Johnny wrote the answer down quickly before finishing the others to complete the section. "If he complains I'll just fly out some of them to your stables. Assuming you don't mind."
"I wouldn't mind having them around. It'd be a nice change of pace, getting to spend time with you and some of your monsters." The page was flipped, and a drink taken from the harmless coffee cup.
"They're not monsters, they're just really tall. And heavy. It's not my fault you don't raise draft horses. You like you're nice, stubborn steeple chase racers; they're too high maintenance."
"No they aren't, you just don't like them because they actually have a mind of their own. And I like your father's draft horse Leviathan perfectly well; he's absolutely fantastic and has sired many fine horses to this day. And what would I do if I raised draft horses? Short of selling them they wouldn't get put to much use out here, and even if they were used it would only be a few times a year in parades."
The Scot shrugged in response, "We'll see how you feel after a few of them linger in your barn. You may change your mind and beg me for one."
"Jurgen's do not beg."
"Oh, I imagine I'll have you begging soon enough," he cast a lecherous smile to his love, watching as a crimson blush spread across his features. "You look so fucking hot when you blush like that." The blush intensified, and the German hid himself behind the pages of the newspaper.
Johnny allowed the man a few moments to regain his composure; he forgets sometimes that Robert isn't used to compliments about his looks, normally it's always about his skills as a blader or his abilities as the head of Jurgen Enterprises, because in all honestly, the German is a fantastic businessman.
The barista stepped outside, catching Johnny's attention. He turned towards he in acknowledgement, setting the pen down.
"You're to go order is ready at the counter whenever you need it."
"Thanks," he replied, "we'll be in shortly."
The woman nodded before disappearing back into the building. Robert folded the section of the paper before adding it to the pile, waiting patiently for Johnny to finish his last few thoughts in regards to the crossword puzzle. He took a moment to memorize the strong fingers and the way the encased the pen, moving it fluidly across the paper. Muscles flexed as the entire arm moved to place the hand on a different part of the paper; the way the Scot's mouth turned down slightly in concentration, and the way he flicked the pen idly as he thought the question over, were all abnormally attractive the German. How could something so mundane as working a crossword puzzle become so ridiculously attractive? Especially when the sunlight catches violet eyes, and gleams off of the metal piercings scattered about those fine features.
"9 across: numbing, astounding, dumbfounding. Eight letters, and then we'll leave."
Robert gazed at his boyfriend in wonder. "Stunning."
"What?" Johnny asked, catching the crimson gaze as his companion stared at him in awe (and possibly worship, he wasn't one hundred percent on the last one).
"The answer. It's stunning." The German looked away, blushing again. He picked up his coffee and the folded newspaper, standing up so he could scoot the chair back in. His companion scribbled the answer before slipping the pen back into his pocket.
Johnny handed the crossword over to the amethyst haired man, letting his fingers brush against the delicate ones grasping the inked pages. He unlocked the car before heading in, coffee in hand, to pick up the box of coffee to take home to the masses. Hopefully those bums would be up by now.
He returned to the car, sliding the box of coffee into the floorboard of the back seat, before climbing into the driver's seat, smiling to himself when Robert subconsciously reached out to take the Scot's coffee cup from him and put it in the cup holder. Leaning over the divider, the redhead kissed his love on the cheek before rose petal lips turned to return the favor, massaging the ones against them slowly. When they parted, they both shared a loving smile before Johnny kidnapped his boyfriend's hand, lacing their fingers together as he pulled out of the spot and began heading back the way they came.
Not too bad, for an unofficial first date, that is.