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Cup of Coffee Greetings. I know I have been out of the loop for a while. One of these days I will get around to finishing Bought And Paid For. But for now here is some fluffy stuff. Much love, funky old soul, and all that Jazz, Leela Princess of Slacker Sappiness A Cup Of Coffee Part one of one By: Leela Ganey Disclaimer: No claim to PLACEBO. Making no money off this fic. It's just for entertainment. Note about this fic: Fluffy Stuff, nothing too deep. Just go with it. Rating: PG...sooo.. very PG... it is so PG is make me afraid... Cup Of Coffee Steve sat in the morning quiet. Coffee... Cigarette... Morning paper from somewhere back home. Nice, serene. It was one of those moments on tour that wasn’t flashing by at a blinding pace. The chaotic shows and neverending parties. Everything, no matter how small, seemed to take days to do. But in the quiet of the early morning on their tour bus, it was a different story. Not that he was in any way complaining. Oh no... he wouldn’t trade this time in his life for anything. Still, it was nice to have this time of slow peace. Brian stumbled out from the sleeping area and mumbled something unintelligable to the air. Then he flopped himself down across from Steve at the table. *Well, so much for peace and quiet now that his royal highness has gotten up.* "Good morning, Bri." "Good morning indeed. Wretched time of day." Brian leaned over the table and let his head hit it. "Why on earth did I get up out of the bed? I should have just stayed in that little box and pulled the cover over my head. But nooooo....... I decide to get make the most of the bloody morning. What morning? Sitting here?" Steve just blinked at him. It was best to just not say anything. Smile and nod... well, maybe just nod. If he smiled, that would just annoy Brian’s already irritated self. "Next time that little voice says enjoy the morning, Brian, ignore it and wait till it says afternoon. That way, you never have to deal with the ‘wreched morning’, as you put it." He turned the page on the newspaper. "What in the hell are you reading?" "The paper," Steve answered. "What does it look like?" "Well, there is no reason for you to be snippy. I just asking about what you were reading." "Like you are one to talk." Brian looked up from the table. "What put you in such a good mood this morning?" "Nothing, I just happen to have woken up in a good mood. I slept well last night." He looked up from his paper. "Why, is that some type of crime in the world of Brian? Waking up in a good mood?" "No.. You just seemed a bit to happy, that's all. Are you taking drugs?" Steve gave him a look that questioned Brian being an earthing. "I could ask you the same thing..." "Point taken." "But for the record," Steve stated, "I am not taking drugs." He took a sip of his coffee. It was getting cold. Ick... Cold coffee and a cranky Brian. So much for the day getting better. He set the cup down and looked at Brian. "How many hours did you sleep last night?" "I stumbled to bed about four this morning." He looked at his wrist watch. Barely ten. What was with him not being able to sleep late this morning? Now he looked across at Steve, who had probably having a good morning until he got up and started making a loud nuisance of himself. He could go back to bed... Keyword ‘could‘... Nope, he was awake and for better or worse, Steve was just going to have to deal with him. "Whatcha drinking?" Steve raised an eyebrow. "Sorry... I didn’t mean to think that you would be drinking anything else at this time of the morning." Brian opened the shade... Bright sunny happy light came flashing through the newly opened blinds. This, of course, immediately shocked Brian’s whole system and he let out a squeak and then shut the blinds very quickly. "Sunlight a bit shocking to you this morning?" Steve chided. Brian grumbled something that was a cross between a groan and grr. "Yes. Damn it, we live in England. There is no sun there." "Then how do you explain the green grass growing?" "You can't explain that... It is just one of those mysteries." Brian looked at Steve's cup of coffee again. "I want some." "Of what?" Steve said, trying to read the paper again. "Your coffee." "My coffee?" Steve raised an eyebrow. "Or just coffee in general?" Brian pondered the question for a moment. "No, I think I want your coffee." "No." "No?" "But, I will make you a cup of your very own coffee. Besides, you don't want mine anyway. It's cold," Steve said as he was getting up to make a cup of coffee for Brian. "Awww.. you care." "No, I don't. I am tired of hearing you whine. And maybe if you wake up, you'll go bug other people." "But I like bugging you," Brian stated happily. "It is good to know that I am the your victim of choice for the moment." Steve was putting creme in Brian's coffee when he felt Brian's arms snaking their way around him. "Thank you for making me a cup of coffee." He let his hands roam under Steve's black shirt, his icy fingers feeling the warm flesh hidden from view. "Besides, I would have drank the cold coffee just because it was yours." Steve turned so he could pull Brian to him. Brian's body completely complied. Steve was happy that Brian was quiet for more than thirty seconds. Peace and quiet had returned to the morning. The End Home |