Title: The Experienced Drinker
Word Prompt/s: Coffee, Morning
Warnings: I haven't written in ages, so apologies for the quality. Also, really vague allusions to Kakashi and Sasuke being part of a Mafia.
Rating: PG-13. It's really tame, shounen-ai if you squint reeeeeeeally hard.
Summary: Kakashi and Sasuke enjoying a quiet morning. [A very short trial one-shot to get back into the feel of writing.]
EDIT: I read it again and wasn't satisfied with it, so I tried editing it again. :P
The coffee was bitter against his lips, seeping through his taste buds and coating them in its vile taste. Sasuke recoiled in horror, hissing through his teeth as if to erase every residue of the liquid caffeine. Titling the cup towards the light, he inspected the offending substance for any strange anomalies to make the drink taste as horribly as that brief encounter did, his dark orbs distant as he perused over details and inferences just as he had been taught.
"Coffee really tastes like that," a soothing baritone said. A wide, warm palm enveloped the youth's shoulder. Sasuke's head snapped to the side in alarm, but instead of leveling a glare towards the man who surprised him, only endured a multi-carat ring bumping into the groove below his lip. Wronged by the expensive jewelry, Sasuke irritably shrugged the owner's hand off his shoulder.
"I know that," he snapped indignantly. Truthfully, in his sleepy haze, he had forgotten to add sweeteners to the morning brew, but heck if he'd admit to that flaw out loud.
Kakashi raised a brow disbelievingly in response, only too aware of the teen's unwarranted hostility. He shrugged, removing the ring from his pinky finger to place it on the counter and occupying his now free hands with pouring coffee into his silver mug. With the task done, he turned to rest his lumbar against the counter's cool marble. The bathrobe-clad man raised the mug to the similarly dressed Sasuke, mimicking a toast before lifting it to his mouth, sighing into the concoction's rich flavor. Had Sasuke been a fan of black coffee, he would have done a good job at making one.
"Well," Kakashi drawled lazily after a few moments, still caught in the drowsiness of a freshly starting day, "I can drink this because I'm used to it. You, however," he reached out to pat down Sasuke's bedhead, messing it up even more, "should add milk to that. Sugar and cream too, if you want. I won't laugh at your lack of tolerance to pure caffeine."
Satisfied with the flush of anger that coated Sasuke's visage, Kakashi leaned back on the counter and took a long, languid sip from his mug, eyelids slipping over grey orbs as he focused on the rousing effects of the coffee. From within the darkness of his eyelids, he could predict that Sasuke was about to open his mouth to retort, probably to senselessly argue with him to save whatever ego Kakashi stole away from him. This would probably lead to Kakashi retaliating and winning – again.
When Kakashi's musings were met with silence that was too long for Sasuke to be using to put together an argument, he cracked open an eye and peered through his lashes to look at the young man, only to find himself almost resisting a smile – Sasuke had settled himself on a chair at the kitchen island, calmly stirring milk and cream into his coffee. A few inches from his left sat a jar of sugar and its accompanying teaspoon. The younger man moved with careful and precise movements, face pinched as if to repress a glower aimed at Kakashi, who was now grinning unabashedly at the display.
Amused and just a little bit pleased at Sasuke's obedience, Kakashi pulled over a chair to enjoy the saccharine morning with his apprentice. It's moments like these that make their bitter lives worth living.
~End