Disclaimer: I don't own the bishounens Crawford and Schuldrich, or anyoneelse in Schwartz. But, I do own Seth - aka MY chibi Crawford.

Author's Note: This is Kazuko's [BradxSchuML] Fic Idea - 1 tall glass ofchocolate milk + Brad + Schu = sappy, fluffy, wai-scene, aww inducing ficcie

Chocolate Milk

"Come on. Drink it up, son," Crawford coaxed.

Seth's face crinkled in an expression of comic distate. Warily studying thetall glass of chocolate milk, a pale hand suddenly shot out to wrap slenderfingers tightly around the glass. After gulping down the cold liquid, heset the glass back down and stuck out his tongue.

Crawford smiled.

Ruffling his son's dark hair, he kissed his son on the forehead andmuttered a goodnight. Hazel eyes watched the boy disappear down the dim hall and into his room. The eyes closed then opened again. A wry smile crossed Crawford's lips as he met sparkling emerald eyes.

Long legs dangled down the edge of the counter, while Schuldrich rested his head on the overhanging cabinets. A mischievous smile danced on the redhead's lips. Crawford just shook his head, a bemused expression on his face. Long deft fingers reached past him to refill the glass with milk. They picked up said glass and brought it to waiting lips.

Then, the tall glass was offered to Crawford. The man took it. Using his free hand, he joined the redhead on the counter. He took a sip of the cold liquid and then returned it to Schuldrich. The redhead smiled cheekily back at him and finished the milk. He set the glass down between them and cocked his head to one side. Crawford's face had a thoughtful - almost wistful - expression.

"Before my mother left, she'd drink a glass of chocolate milk with me every night. Always chocolate...because I hated the taste of plain milk."

He gently brushed the glass rim with the tip of his finger. The finger went round and round in continuous, hypnotic motion.

"She'd tell me stories about when she was a little girl. She was really still a little girl at heart now that I think of it. She had these dreams that my father just couldn't make real...so, she left. I think she did love me in her own way but not enough to let her stay."

"I love you," Schuldrich said softly.

Crawford blinked up at him, the past releasing its hold on him. He smiled and reached out to brush the other's cheek with gentle fingers. The fingers went on to be entangled in fiery red hair. Crawford leaned towards the redhead until their faces were inches apart.

He kissed Schuldrich.

Soft...sweet...and slow...then whispered words. A quiet confession.

"I love you, too."

Schuldrich's lips quirked in a smile as Crawford sighed and rested his head on the other's shoulder. The redhead relaxed in the silence...the warmth of his lover's body...the soft-spoken affirmation. Then, unable to resist, he whispered into the other's ear.

"Mmmm...tastes like chocolate."

Crawford joined him in a faint smile. Schuldrich slowly got off the counter and offered his hand to the other man. Crawford took it without hesitation, their fingers interlacing. Stepping back down onto the tiled floor, Crawford let the redhead lead him down the hall. He shut the lights as they left.

Only pale moonlight shone to show an empty glass and a milk carton on the kitchen counter.

Owari