Three Cups
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own each other.
Daniel woke up to an unfamiliar alarm clock going off. The annoying ringing was quickly silenced amid mumbles of disapproval. The mumbling voice was as familiar to Daniel as the alarm clock was unfamiliar. Apparently it's owner had forgotten it was Saturday today. Unfortunately, despite the silenced alarm clock, the fact remained that Daniel was awake.
Contrary to popular belief he'd woken up in his share of unfamiliar places, on-world as well as off. This particular bed surprised him, more so the man beside him. Daniel rose quickly and made his way to the kitchen. He'd analyze what had happened over a hot cup of coffee.
As Daniel prepared coffee Jack made his way into the kitchen behind him and laid a kiss on Daniel's neck.
Or two. Better make that two cups of coffee.
"Do you always make breakfast nude?" Jack asked him in a teasing voice.
Three. This morning was going to require at least that much caffeine.
Daniel retrieved his pants from the bedroom floor then sat down with his borrowed mug to the promise of a caffeine fix.
Daniel held up his index finger in a "wait" motion and closed his eyes, savoring the warm drink in his hands.
Near the end of Daniel's second cup Jack attempted conversation again. "Wait, Jack." Daniel told him with the same motion.
Jack waited in silence. When Daniel finished his third, and final cup he looked up and faced Jack.
"Daniel? Are you okay?" Jack hesitated, "Are we okay?"
Daniel smiled at Jack and moved to the other man's side of the table. "We're good, Jack," he said leaning in for a kiss, "we're good."
- The End -