Umeda found it hard to believe that a guy he had never met before was going to come to his penthouse just to get his hands on pudding. Was it really that hard to find a super market? Or even a convenience store.
He glanced into his fridge. Sure enough, next to a bottle of Grey Goose and shoved behind a container of yesterday's take-out left overs was a case of butterscotch pudding. He didn't eat the stuff too often, but when he had gone shopping the other day the urge to buy some came up on him so fast that if he was a woman he would have thought himself to be having pregnant cravings.
Closing the fridge he walked out of the kitchen and into his living room. Sitting down he reached for his pack of cigarettes that were sitting on the table. Taking one out he lit it and took a drag.
Lloyd had to admit, this was significantly easier than going to the grocery store to pick up some pudding or digging around town for someplace that made something decent. Back home he had just sent an assistant to do the work for him; he didn't really like shopping for food, it took too much time away from work. This was sort of like a shortcut. There was already pudding here, and he could probably coax the man into telling him where it came from, if he liked it
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Hearing the knock on his door, Umeda got up from the couch and went to answer it. He wore a loose black shirt that ties up at the neck, but he left it untied and a pair of black jeans. When at home he usually walked about bare foot, seeing that slippers bothered him and Umeda didn't like having anyone walk around wearing shoes on his hardwood flooring.
His cigarette was resting between his lips as he had one hand in his pocket and opened the door with the other. The man standing in his front porch didn't look like someone who would come to a stranger's house just for pudding. A smirk touched the corner of his lips as he looked up at the slightly taller man. "You've got a heck of a thing for pudding, don't you?"
Lloyd shrugged easily, ignoring the other man's loose attire and his cigarette; he had quit smoking years ago, and it was something he tried very hard not to pick up. "It's my way of being lazy," he said. "Back home I'd send my assistant out for it, but she's not here, and I hate shopping. Why go through all the trouble searching for it myself if you have some readily available?"
He tilted his head a little and studied the other man critically. He didn't seem particularly dangerous to Lloyd, who was used to military men and thugs in uniform, as well as the other kind, the snakes in pretty clothing. Umeda didn't fit into either of those categories; Lloyd wasn't sure what to think of him just yet. "So are you going to let me in so we can talk terms, or are you going to leave me here standing in the hall?"
"Forget about sparing your sensibilities," Umeda said, leaning the chair forward as he leaned his arms on the back of it, "I was just trying to keep things from wandering down that road. I have a hard time taking a detour off of it once I've been traveling it."
He put the chair back on all fours then licked his lips before grinning, "But if you want to hear it, I was going to comment that your lips are perfect "suck me" size," he said, going for utterly shameless, "I'm almost jealous of the spoon."
"I'll have to trust that you know what you're talking about," Lloyd said, shrugging. "Because I have never thought of it that way. It's just a spoon," he continued, holding it out to look at it critically. "I can't see much in the way of penis in a spoon. You must have a more creative mind than I."
"It's has nothing to do with the spoon. It's the motion," Umeda said, reaching forward and sticking his finger back into the pudding, "How your lips wrap around it."
Almost to demonstrate, Umeda stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked the pudding off. "It doesn't matter what the object is."
Lloyd watched with a bemused expression, one eyebrow raised at Umeda's scene, almost smirking even.
"I see," he said thoughtfully, sticking the spoon back in his mouth carelessly, as though it didn't matter to him where it was. "Nice to know that I'm doing it right, then, in case that is a skill I should ever need. Can't imagine that, though."
Umeda smirked at Lloyd. The light went on in the doctor's head as it dawned on him. Lloyd wasn't ignoring him, and he wasn't innocent. He just didn't care, but that didn't bother Umeda in the slightest. He was still fun to play with.
"It was a complement, so you're welcome," Umeda said, picking up his lighter and toying with it idly. "There's no doubt that I've gotten my fill of wit and sarcasm for the next week from you. Maybe I should ask for something else in return next time I offer you pudding."
"We'll have to discuss a price then," said Lloyd cheerfully, sticking his spoon back in the pudding tub. Only there was nothing to meet the spoon. Slightly taken aback, he glanced down; the entire tub was empty. He had eaten all of it without realizing.
"Oh dear," he said absently. "I've eaten all of your pudding."
Umeda glanced at the empty tub. Sure enough the man had finished off the whole thing. "I'm still amazed that you haven't puked," he said, offhandedly. He glanced back at Lloyd, a slight smirk on his lips. "Let's just say you owe me one."
Umeda stood up from the chair he had been sitting on all night and looked at his watch. When did it get so late? He pushed the chair back to the table it came from and stretched. "Well, what now? You've gotten your pudding, and it's one in the morning," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I advise you to not walk home alone here at this time, because there's no doubt that you could get shot at. You're welcome to stay the night or call a cab." Lloyd had provided a rather interesting conversation, and Umeda felt that there was no doubt the man would be invited back.
Lloyd laughed. "Deal," he said, smiling. "And if it's only one in the morning, I'll take a cab back home. The night is young, and I've got plenty of work I can be doing. But feel free to look me up sometime," he called over his shoulder, as he made his way to the door to collect his shoes. "It's been interesting, Umeda."
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He glanced into his fridge. Sure enough, next to a bottle of Grey Goose and shoved behind a container of yesterday's take-out left overs was a case of butterscotch pudding. He didn't eat the stuff too often, but when he had gone shopping the other day the urge to buy some came up on him so fast that if he was a woman he would have thought himself to be having pregnant cravings.
Closing the fridge he walked out of the kitchen and into his living room. Sitting down he reached for his pack of cigarettes that were sitting on the table. Taking one out he lit it and took a drag.
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His cigarette was resting between his lips as he had one hand in his pocket and opened the door with the other. The man standing in his front porch didn't look like someone who would come to a stranger's house just for pudding. A smirk touched the corner of his lips as he looked up at the slightly taller man. "You've got a heck of a thing for pudding, don't you?"
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He tilted his head a little and studied the other man critically. He didn't seem particularly dangerous to Lloyd, who was used to military men and thugs in uniform, as well as the other kind, the snakes in pretty clothing. Umeda didn't fit into either of those categories; Lloyd wasn't sure what to think of him just yet. "So are you going to let me in so we can talk terms, or are you going to leave me here standing in the hall?"
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He put the chair back on all fours then licked his lips before grinning, "But if you want to hear it, I was going to comment that your lips are perfect "suck me" size," he said, going for utterly shameless, "I'm almost jealous of the spoon."
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Almost to demonstrate, Umeda stuck his finger into his mouth and sucked the pudding off. "It doesn't matter what the object is."
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"I see," he said thoughtfully, sticking the spoon back in his mouth carelessly, as though it didn't matter to him where it was. "Nice to know that I'm doing it right, then, in case that is a skill I should ever need. Can't imagine that, though."
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"It was a complement, so you're welcome," Umeda said, picking up his lighter and toying with it idly. "There's no doubt that I've gotten my fill of wit and sarcasm for the next week from you. Maybe I should ask for something else in return next time I offer you pudding."
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"Oh dear," he said absently. "I've eaten all of your pudding."
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Umeda stood up from the chair he had been sitting on all night and looked at his watch. When did it get so late? He pushed the chair back to the table it came from and stretched. "Well, what now? You've gotten your pudding, and it's one in the morning," he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I advise you to not walk home alone here at this time, because there's no doubt that you could get shot at. You're welcome to stay the night or call a cab." Lloyd had provided a rather interesting conversation, and Umeda felt that there was no doubt the man would be invited back.
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