Derek held the coffee shop door open for Gilbert, who smiled appreciatively whilst stepping through. Both men sat at the table, sharing the occasional glance from one another. Gilbert sighed; he started feeling erotically charged as inappropriate thoughts involving Derek entered his mind. Gilbert started blushing and subconsciously looked at the floor. "Coffee," a waitress said, placing two cups on the table. "So," Derek began, "What do you do for a living?" Gilbert opened his mouth, ready to reply when he noticed something in his coffee cup. He frowned, looking down at it. "What's that?" Derek asked, glancing at the black hairy thing floating in Gilbert's coffee.
Suddenly, Gilbert's coffee began to ripple and a big face emerged from the hairy thing, which appeared to be a moustache. The moustached face squeezed an arm out of the cup and suddenly held a hand out to Derek and Gilbert, "Detective Charlie Swan. I'm sort of stuck." He said. Gilbert and Derek were rather shocked. Gilbert frowned, "How weird… not drinking that coffee now," he said, he picked up the coffee cup that had Charlie's head and arm sticking out of and chucked it at the wall, breaking it and freeing Charlie. "Ouch!" Charlie cried. Derek laughed, "So, wanna come back to mine for a coffee?" he asked. Gilbert smiled and nodded, "Thank you, that would be lovely," he replied.
The men made their way to Derek's house, discussing the strange events that took place in the coffee shop. "Funny stuff," Derek commented. "So, here's my house, shoes off," Derek then ordered. "Let me take your coat too," said Derek, pulling the material clinging to Gilbert's shoulders. "If you wanted to undress me, you only had to ask," Gilbert said, "Quit the foreplay," he added. "You're a kinky little bugger, aren't you?" Derek asked jokily. "You love it," Gilbert said, testing Derek's willpower. "As do you," Derek said, grinning widely. Both men made eye contact, arousing thoughts entering minds and making overwhelming desires.
Derek chuckled, "so, still want that coffee?" he asked. Gilbert nodded gratefully, "Yeah. Please. I just hope that guy doesn't pop out again," he replied. The older man nodded, "Yeah. That was weird. Come on then," he said and began to lead Gilbert to his kitchen. They soon arrived and Derek ushered Gilbert inside, "So, how do you like your coffee?" Derek asked, fetching two mugs and boiling the kettle. "Strong," Gilbert laughed. Derek smirked, "Me too, how strange," he said as he began to make the coffee. Gilbert smiled, "We have a lot in common," he replied. Derek nodded and handed Gilbert a cup of now finished coffee. Gilbert took it gratefully, "Thanks," he said, taking a sip, "Wow, good coffee," Gilbert said. Derek chuckled, "Thank you," He replied. Gilbert nodded, "So…" he began, but paused, staring at the sink. Derek frowned, he looked over at the sink and discovered why Gilbert was staring; Chief Charlie Swan's head was poking out of the plughole.
AN: Okay, maybe not.. it seems longer, on paper, anyway. Like I said, they vary. There's Charlie. Yay.