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Supermarkt

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"Supermarkt"
Starring Richard and Paul, with Till and Flake



Paul's POV

"We need meat," I said, steering the shopping cart towards the meat section of the supermarket. I didn't miss the strange look my husband gave me. "What?" I asked, looking at him. He didn't say anything. I stopped pushing the cart and rolled my eyes at him. "Oh, what? I'm not allowed to buy meat now?"

"I didn't say that," Richard said quietly. He refused to meet my gaze. As he stood awkwardly next to me he cracked each of the knuckles on his fingers, then tried to crack them all again. Nervous habit, especially in situations where he needed a cigarette but couldn't have one.

"You didn't have to," I said, picking up a cut of beef roast and examining it. I'd recently confessed to him a longtime obsession with food, and don't mean just for eating. He'd been acting strangely towards me ever since.

"You know I don't pass judgment on you, Schatz." A reluctant hand was placed atop one of mine, but I moved away from it, mildly irritated. Why were we grocery shopping instead of sleeping? We'd just played the last date of our European tour and were now back home. All I wanted to do was to curl up under the blankets and sleep the day away.

"So you say," I said, putting the roast back and selecting another. Satisfied with this one, I placed it in the cart and moved along to the steak section.

"I mean it," Richard insisted, moving now to put an arm around my shoulders.

"Just drop it, okay?" I said, selecting a decent cut of New York strip steak. "We can talk about it some other time."

A quick kiss was placed to my cheek before he pulled away. "Okay."

I selected a few of the other meats, including pork ribs and cut chicken. Then I moved on to the dreaded sausage section, feeling my face heat up as I looked over the various sizes and shapes of all the sausages.

Richard either ignored my discomfort, or didn't even notice. He picked up a rather large salami-shaped hunk, holding it up to me. "Blutwurst sandwiches, anyone?" he asked, grinning. He practically shoved the thing right under my nose, causing me to jerk away in disgust.

"Ew, 'Flake'!" I exclaimed, wrinkling my nose. Our dear keyboarder loved the stuff, but he kind of had a taste for blood anyway. The weirdo. Richard chuckled and put the offending meat back. He'd effectively broken the tension, but I still had reluctance when it came to selecting the bratwurst and kielbasa I so badly wanted. Sexual proclivities aside, these were among my favorite foods.

"Something wrong?" Richard asked, noticing my hesitance.

"Ehm..." I began, finding it difficult to ignore the feeling of arousal I was experiencing as I looked at one of the larger kielbasa. Richard followed my gaze until he saw what it was I was looking at.

"Oh!" he said knowingly. I couldn't read his expression, but it appeared to be a mixture of shock and embarrassment. I hoped it was neither. "Ehm... just pick something, and we can move on to the produce. Anything," he said emphatically, obviously wanting this part of our shopping trip to be over with.

So I did what he suggested and just picked anything, quickly wheeling the cart towards the produce area afterward. I looked up to see Till and Flake in the vegetable section, each pushing their own cart. They each had different homes now (they were no longer married to each other, after all), so it was kind of nice to see them shopping together. I looked just as Till appeared to be terrorizing Flake with a particularly large zucchini, Flake in turn giggling like a schoolgirl.

Oh, Gott... they're laughing about me, aren't they? I lamented out of paranoia.

Richard didn't seem to notice. "Oh! Look who else is playing Vater, Mutter, Kind," he said, smirking and pointing towards the very domestic looking pair. I offered a strained smile, suddenly feeling very awkward again.

I pushed our cart over to where Till and Flake were, because I needed to look for some green peppers.

"Hallo Paul, Richard," Till greeted us both respectively.

"Hallo Till," I acknowledged. "Flake," I said, patting my best friend on the shoulder. Flake was in the midst of selecting a head of cabbage, but turned to smile at me.

"Tach, Paul," he said to me. Then, nodding at my husband: "Richard."

"Hallo," Richard said, looking at Till and then nodding at Flake. "Looks like we all came home to empty refrigerators and cabinets."

Till looked a little guilty at this statement, and I surmised that he'd probably forgotten to clean out his fridge the last time he was home.

"Ehm..." he said, avoiding Richard's gaze.

"Oh!" Richard said, realizing what Till meant. "Ew."

"Yeah..." Till said sheepishly. "Spent all morning cleaning that bastard."

I wanted to laugh, but I'd done the same thing before, and on more than one occasion.

"So, Flake," I said to the tall man currently selecting tomatoes. "Inviting us over for a housewarming party anytime soon?"

"I guess I could tomorrow night," Flake said, shrugging. "I've--" Flake paused and quickly looked at Till. "I mean, we've got nothing planned."

"Sounds good," I said, beginning to walk away. "Let us know what time."

"Will do," Flake said. Then he turned to Till. "What shall we serve for dinner tomorrow evening?" I heard him asking.

"I almost forgot Flake got a new place," Richard said as we resumed our shopping.

"Yeah," I said, deliberately bypassing the whole carrots in favor of the pre-cut baby carrots. "I wonder why he didn't just move back in with Till?"

Richard shrugged, picking up an unusually shaped squash and examining it. "You know how Till is. He probably wasn't ready for that yet."

"True," I said, eyeing Richard suspiciously as he placed the squash into the cart. "What's that for?" I couldn't help but ask. Richard simply raised his eyebrow suggestively at me.

"Oh," I said, letting the realization sink in. "Oh!" I exclaimed when I'd fully realized just what he was implying. "Are you serious?" I nearly whispered.

Richard shrugged. "Why not? I want to do something to please my husband."

"Oh, Richard," I nearly growled, the arousal in my voice evident. "You kinky bastard."

END.
For :icondizimart: because she caught my 20,000th pageview. =D Also thanks to :icondiegottesbesen: for the idea. :meow:

I know I'll get some hate for ending it here, but sometimes you just can't be arsed to write kinky sex scenes... ^^'

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chesterzerousygirl's avatar
Very amusing, I've still got the giggles and smile going on lol