Background: So, a while ago, my brain said to me, "Reno and Zack are really too similar i>not /i> to get along." And they keep popping up in my poor little mind, being companionable and such. This may be one of many little drabbles... we shall see. Just some fun and some admission to my lust for coffee.
Coffee
by Orin Drake
Waiting. Waiting, waiting. Semi-conscious and waiting.
One of them had snored. Neither one knew who, as they'd been staring at each other for hours--
Maybe seconds. But seconds seemed very much like hours in the time before coffee.
They just had to have a drip machine, didn't they. Drip, drip--a small, painful trickle of lifeblood.
Zack wasn't gonna make it. He just wasn't going to survive long enough to get to the coffee. His head kept drooping, pitching forward on his neck...
Not that Reno was doing much better. His eyes kept fluttering shut, making Turk training appear to be a much bigger joke than rumors suggested.
A sudden gurgle from the coffee maker made them both jerk awake--only to realize it was a false alarm. The stream of liquid consciousness kept trickling down, uncaring of their plight. And still they were enslaved to this caffeinated god, this blissful river of--
Zack's head shot up again, catching himself dreaming. Damn. It had been a nice dream, too. Coffee had been represented by a really busty, dark-skinned brunette with a taste for bondage...
Reno stared back at him with distant, half-lidded eyes. Or was that staring past him... no, through him. Reno was gone.
And Zack, for all his strength on the battlefield, for all of his enormous willpower... started to slip. Deeper and deeper, longing for that kiss of coffee... and that really hot embodiment of the substance, as well. Oh, those curves--
The all-consuming, sleep-shattering, horrific, sucking/sputtering/gasping sound of the coffee maker finally completing its task startled them both out of their chairs, crashing onto the floor.
Too tired and deprived of simple motor functions to flail, the two boys merely stayed where they were. All was silent. All was still.
Until Reno, as he tended to do often, intruded upon that peace. "So. Wanna make out?"
Honestly, Zack didn't see why not. But, first... "Stay here. Be back." He attempted to communicate, finding himself reasonably coherent for the early hour. Crawling toward the counter, he reached out and grasped a drawer handle, climbing up the side and toward the coffee. As careful as his caffeine-lusting body allowed, he simply removed the whole carafe and crawled back to Reno's side on the floor.
"Too hot." The Turk complained. He might be a coffee connoisseur (or perhaps just sincerely, disturbingly addicted to the substance), but he needed it in a mug. Cooling a bit. There had been an incident with trying to drink straight from a coffee maker... it hadn't been pleasant. Rude still called him "The Turk Who Shrieks Like a Little Girl" from time to time... but only in private. And usually only when Reno was too drunk to give chase.
"Not f'r me. I'm a SOLDIER!" Zack attempted a tired grin before taking a swig right from the carafe and going for a second.
Reno almost looked like he was going to pout, at first. "Least y' can do is share." He announced, pulling Zack against him.
In his surprise, the wild-haired youth had no time or thought to protest. Reno's talented tongue was already in his mouth, hand gripping firmly in his black hair, tilting his head and taking his breath, his attention, his--"Hey!" he finally protested when he was released.
The redhead just smirked, enjoying Zack's ruffled look of indignation of having a swallow of coffee stolen from him. "Share." He simplified.
Well... that wasn't the worst idea. Zack took another gulp of the life-giving liquid caffeine before drawing more into his mouth, then pulled Reno in by one hand on the back of his neck and the other reaching down for a handful of fine Turk ass, demonstrating exactly how it ought to be done.
Special thanks to Schala-Kitty of "Milk and Honey" (go visit!). Without her influence, they might have stopped at falling out of their chairs. grin Also, special thanks to two cups of coffee and a cup of Earl Grey is quick succession. I hadn't really intended that to happen, but... wow do I have shaking fingers! Oops.