Weiss Crack
by Aimless
Two hundred and thirty six repotted chrysanthemums later and Ken was exhausted. He was supposed to have had help. Michel mysteriously disappeared and Yuki was in bed with a bad cold. Chloe and Free were up at the castle and Aya was manning the store.
So that left him to do the million chores that filled the greenhouse. Ken swept up the debris from his work. Tidied the plant benches and filled a cart with the newly repotted flowers. Fall was always a popular month for this plant and Ken knew that they’d sell out of every single one within a week.
Aya barely glanced up from his customers as Ken placed the plants on the display rack. Although he did catch his lover’s eye as he tapped his own cheek.
Ken looked at Aya a bit confused until Aya rubbed his hand across his nose and pointed at Ken. A quick glance at the glass in the cooler showed his dirt and sweat streaked face. The temperature in the greenhouse had also been stifling. His shirt clung to his skin and his khaki shorts were covered with streaks of mud.
The last customer left and Aya went to the shop door. He turned over the ‘out to lunch be back in an hour’ sign. Then locked the door.
Ken recognized that glint in his lover’s eyes and he backed away warily. Right into another display case. Now trapped with no where to retreat to he risked a glance. Aya’s lip was cocked into a half smile and his movements practically screamed predator.
Close enough so their bodies barely touched Aya leaned forward. Ken raised his hand to politely push his lover aside.
“Aya no I’m all dirty.” Ken protested.
“I’m wearing cotton today. Machine washable. Now hold still.” Aya captured Ken’s wrists and pinned them to the glass above his head.
The red head’s knee nudged Ken’s legs until the brunet parted them. Now insinuated between the khaki shorts covered thighs Aya’s knee pressed slightly and Ken hissed at the delicious friction.
Aya’s vivid purple eyes bore into his and Ken swallowed audibly. He barely bit back a moan when Aya nuzzled his neck and along his jaw line.
“Ken?” Aya breathed into the brunette’s ear.
“Y…yes Aya?” Ken did moan this time as he rocked against Aya’s knee.
“Go take a shower. You smell like compost.” Then with a sly smirk Ken was released. Aya stepped away and grabbed a nearby broom and began to sweep the room.
“I…you…you…Arrgh!” Ken sputtered at his chuckling lover.
“Go on now and if you hurry I’ll make lunch.” Aya said in a completely calm voice. Although the bulge outlined in his pants told a completely different story.
“You are an utter bastard Aya Fujimiya.” Ken huffed as he stomped towards the storeroom and the back stairway.
“But you love me anyway.” Aya called to his retreating back.
“Chloe is definitely rubbing off on him.” Ken muttered as he walked to his room.
His shed clothes left a trail behind as Ken entered the bathroom. The water heated quickly and with a blissful moan he stepped under the multi-jetted hot spray. Ken was sorely tempted to take care of a certain problem that had “sprung up” downstairs. But he knew Aya would be waiting with lunch.
Even so it was hard to pull himself away from the sore muscle soothing water. He grabbed for his preferred body wash and noticed that the bottle was nearly empty. Time for a trip to the drugstore. Ken shook his head at the huge display of Aya and Chloe’s grooming products. They took up one whole chrome corner shelving unit. Washes, lotions, crème rinses, shampoos, conditioners, oils, and more creams all jostled for space.
As long as they got him clean and smelled pleasant Ken could have cared less. Chloe and Aya’s shelf alone in the shower constituted a weeks pay from the flower shop.
Although he had to admit that he adored the way his lovers looked, smelled and felt against his body. So if they wanted to spend a fortune on hair and body products it was fine with him.
Ken guiltily snitched some of Aya’s shampoo. It seemed he was out of that too. Finally the morning’s exertions washed away he stepped out of the shower and dried off. Ken grabbed a heated towel from an electric towel stand in the corner. Another of Chloe’s requests did feel lovely in the slightly chilly bathroom.
Body dry Ken gave his hair a brisk rubbing and a run through with a comb. As he was hanging the towel back up he noticed his hands. Or rather the sad state they were in.
Ken’s skin was dry and red. It cracked painfully over his knuckles and his nails were torn and ragged. Ken hated cold weather and so did his skin. His work roughened fingertips made Ken think twice about touching his lovers’ creamy smooth skin. They would seem like sandpaper and it made him wince. He needed to find something to treat them with.
Well he needed to head to the pharmacy anyway for some toiletries so he could see what they had there for severely dry skin. Ken went into his bedroom and dressed in a pair of boxer briefs, his favorite navy blue cable knit sweater and a well faded pair of blue jeans. Ken pulled on a pair of socks with only a small hole in the heel. Then finally he slipped his feet into his cross-trainers and headed downstairs to the kitchen.
Aya stood at the stove heating some leftover soup Ken made the night before. There was a plate of sandwiches already on the table and a glass of milk. It made Ken feel all warm and fuzzy that Aya had been so thoughtful. He smiled and contemplated wrapping his arms around Aya and placing an adoring kiss on his pale cheek. That is until he noticed again the state of his hands. He really needed to get something to repair his roughened skin.
“Aya…I need to run to the drug store. I’m out of everything. I’ll be back before the shop opens again…kay? I’ll just grab a sandwich.” Ken hustled to the table, gulped down the milk and grabbed one of the sandwiches. Then he was out the door.
“Ken wait. I thought you were going to have lunch with me.” Aya huffed as he watched his lover’s retreating back. Aya rolled his eyes. Sometimes he could not figure Ken out at all. Well Yuki was sure to appreciate the soup and I can keep him company as he eats. Aya thought as he loaded a tray to take upstairs.
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Ken aimlessly wandered up and down the aisle at the drug store. There were dozens of lotions, balms and creams. He had no idea which one to pick. They all claimed to be miracle cures in a bottle. He grabbed one off the shelf and warily sniffed as he loosened the cap. The strong medicinal odor was enough to make his eyes water.
He’d already grabbed his favorite shampoo, body wash and conditioner and had to get back to the shop or he’d be late. Ken reached for another bottle that had a picture of some herbs on the label. This one had to smell better than the last one.
“Oh honey you don’t want to buy that one.” A feminine voice came from behind Ken.
Ken turned around and standing there was an elderly woman wearing a smock with the store name embroidered on the front.
“Why don’t I want to buy this one?” Ken asked holding out the bottle.
“You’re one of the florists from the shop at the other end of the block right? Well if its hand cream you are after that one will wash off the first time you get your hands wet.” The lady reached out to examine his reddened and cracked hands.
“Oh then what kind should I get?” At this point Ken would have taken nearly anything. He was going to be late getting back. The afternoon rush was about to begin and Aya would kill him.
The older lady glanced at the shelf for a moment and plucked a tin down and handed it to Ken.
“This one is just what you need. It’s actually the best that we sell. It is thick and won’t wash off easily.” She smiled at the young man.
“Thanks, really for your help. I gotta get back to work.” Ken put the tin in his cart and went to the check out counter.
Thank goodness there was not a line. Ken got out with 5 minutes to spare. He grabbed his bag tightly and briskly jogged back to the shop. He hit the door it 2 minutes to spare.
Aya watched in amusement as Ken breezed through the shop and up the stairs. Really what did the brunet think he’d do if his lover was a few minutes late. He hadn’t threatened to run anyone through with his Katana in over a week.
Ken put his things away in the bathroom and took the stairs two at a time back down to the shop. Aya had to smother a laugh as he ran in and placed a rather sloppy kiss on his lips.
“I’m back what’d I miss?” Ken put the bag with his hand cream on the counter and reached for his green shop apron.
“Well since I got ditched for lunch Yuki and I had a nice meal together. I caught Michel sneaking in after going out to buy a video game he’d been wanting. He gets to help you this afternoon. You get the counter while I do some work in the greenhouse. Free and Chloe should be back any time too.” Aya not able to resist his flushed and slightly out of breath lover cupped Ken’s face in his hands and nibbled on his neck.
“Aya….someone might come in.” Ken groaned as Aya found a particularly sensitive spot.
“Mmmm you smell much better now. My shampoo?” Aya nuzzled behind Ken’s ear.
“Sorry…ah…I was out.” Ken leaned into Aya totally putty in the red head’s hands.
“I like it on you.” Aya murmured as he slid his hands down Ken’s back to take a firm hold of the brunette’s ass. He pulled Ken forward until there was not an inch of space between them.
“Man don’t you guys ever stop?” Michel said loudly from the doorway.
“Go away I’m busy.” Aya absently replied as he backed Ken against the counter.
“It’s time to open the shop. You got about 10 seconds before I unlock and open the door. If you don’t want to give anyone a show you’d better knock it off.” Michel snarked. Really he didn’t deserve the lecture he got all because he snuck out to get a game he’d been wanting for weeks. The shop had been dead anyway.
Ken eeped and slithered out of Aya’s grasp. The last thing he wanted was to give someone an inadvertent show…again. Aya sighed in disappointment and glared at Michel as he went outside.
Michel tidied up the displays as Ken opened the register. He hissed as the skin over one knuckle split. He reached into the bag and pulled out the tin of balm. He opened the lid and sniffed. It smelled pleasantly of vanilla. He scooped out a generous dollop and rubbed it into his sore hands.
Ken sighed in relief as the cream soothed his dry skin. This stuff was wonderful. Once absorbed he set the tin aside and started to count out the till.
Totally engrossed in his job Ken did not even notice Michel stopping at the counter and looking at the tin sitting there in plain sight. Nor did Ken see the flush creep up Michel’s face or the almost comical widening of his eyes.
“KEN!” Michel yelled aghast.
Startled Ken jumped and dropped the palm full of coins he’d been counting out.
“Don’t do that! What? Why did you yell?” Ken grumped as he started to scoop the coins back into their compartment.
“You can’t leave something like this sitting out on the counter! We get kids in here and old ladies!” He waved the tin under Ken’s nose.
“Huh? Why not?” Now Ken was confused.
Just then Free wandered in and stopped to observe his small friend waving some kind of container in Ken’s face.
“Michel what are you doing?” Michel should cut down on all the sugar...he really was too hyper at times Free thought as he caught the blond’s hand.
“Look! Ken just had this sitting out on the counter in plain view of anyone walking in here.” Michel tattled.
Free grabbed the container and looked at it.
“So? I don’t see a problem. In fact I use this every day too. It’s my favorite kind.” Free set the tin down and watched fascinated as Michel turned an even deeper shade of red.
“Wha….How…Who…Oh my God!” Michel sputtered unable to form a coherent sentence.
“Michel what is your problem? Are you feeling all right?” Ken looked at the chibi a bit concerned.
“KEN! The label says Crack Butter! You can’t leave your lube just sitting out like that! I know you guys have had sex all over the house but really!” Michel yelled completely mortified. Free used it too? The blond just could not wrap his mind around that mental image.
“Oooh Ken got some new lube? Let me see.”
They all turned to look as Chloe sauntered into the room. He reached out an elegant hand and plucked the tin out of Free’s hand. He perused the label for a moment.
Ken still looked confused, Free looked like he was trying to hold back a laugh and Michel looked on the verge of a mental breakdown.
“Michel this isn’t lube. It’s hand cream. See it says so right on the label. You have such a dirty mind. I honestly don’t know where you get it.” Chloe reproached the teen as he handed him the tin.
Sure enough once he actually read the label it was obvious he’d been mistaken. Now he flushed red with embarrassment. Especially at the mental images of just what Free would do with lube that had flitted through his head.
There was a moment of silence and all three assassins burst out laughing.
Michel narrowed his eyes, slammed the tin onto the counter and stomped out of the room.
Chloe picked up the balm and looked at it thoughtfully.
“You know this wouldn’t make a bad lube after all. It even has all natural ingredients. C’mere Ken.” Chloe grinned as he hooked Ken’s apron.
Free shook his head as Ken was towed towards the doorway.
“Now where is Aya?” Chloe mused as he led Ken outside. “Ah yes he said he’d be in the greenhouse this afternoon. Come on lover.”
“W...wait…we can’t. CHLOE!” Ken half-heartedly protested.
“Oh Aya…look what Ken bought.” Chloe sang out as he opened the greenhouse door.
Free just snickered at the antics of his teammates and continued to count the money in the register. While waiting for the first customers of the afternoon to walk through the door.