Surprised Delivery. Crowley/Aziraphale from Good Omens. #48
Title: Surprised Delivery
Author: dragon_wolfie
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Fandom: Good Omens
Theme: #48 Delivery Person
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. This is a fanwork. The plot belongs to me though.
Second theme done, only 98 more to go ^_^
Surprised Delivery.
Steven Tetran had been working at the pizza place for almost a year now. Living in a place like London meant that he had encountered many strange things, but nothing could have prepared him for his next encounter.
It was quarter past eight on a dull autumn evening. Steven cycled along to his destination, the order in the bag on the back of his bike. Turning a corner, the flat he was delivering to, came into view.
It was one of the posh flats that only rich people lived in. Vaguely the young man wondered what a rich guy wanted with pizza, but then he figured that even the rich ate junk food at one point.
Coming to a halt he climbed off his bike, took the pizza out of the bag on the back before chaining the bike to the nearby gate. Walking up to the entranceway, he reached up and pressed the intercom for the correct room.
“Yes?” questioned a voice. Steven blinked in surprise at the way the man dragged out his ‘esses’.
“Pizza,” he replied.
“Right, bring it up then.”
There was a click as the lock on the main entrance opened. Steven shifted the pizza box so he could open the door and stepped into the building. Conscious of the opulent surrounds, the delivery boy quickly made his way to the lift.
Five minutes later and he was standing outside the correct door. Raising his hand he knocked smartly on the wooden surface. From inside he heard the murmur of a voice and then footsteps.
A lock clicked and then the door swung open.
Standing on the other side of the doorway was a man. Steven took in a breath to speak before freezing in shock. The man was completely naked except for a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He was standing there completely relaxed with a slight grin on his face.
Steven couldn’t help but stare: it wasn’t everyday that a guy answered the door buck-naked.
There was silence for a minute as Steven struggled to find his voice before more footsteps came towards them. Steven tore his eyes away from the first dark haired man and fixed them on another man who came from behind the first.
The newcomer had blonde hair and the bluest eyes that Steven had ever seen. A lean chest came into view as the man moved to stand to the side of the other. Unwittingly, Steven’s eyes travelled downwards. At least this man was wearing some clothes, a pair of loose, dark blue trousers.
The blonde chuckled lightly and rested a hand on the black haired man’s shoulder.
“Crowley, my dear. You’re supposed to wear something to answer the door,” the blonde said, a small smile playing around his mouth.
The black haired man - Crowley - turned to look at the blonde.
“Clothes?” he questioned before looking down at himself in puzzlement. “Oh, clothes,” he said once he saw that he wasn’t wearing any.
Steven gaped in surprise.
The blonde tutted softly, shaking his head. He looked over at Steven and gave him a warm smile.
Lifting the jumper he was carrying over one arm, he slipped it over Crowley’s head. With a poke on the shoulder he got Crowley to put his arms through the sleeves. Once the man was slightly more appropriately dressed, the blonde turned back to Steven.
Taking in the shocked look on Steven’s face, the blonde laughed softly.
“I think you’ve scared the poor boy for life,” he remarked shaking his head.
Crowley’s face formed into what could only be described as a pout [1]
The blonde gave a soft sigh before turning his attention back onto the delivery boy. He saw that the boy still seemed to be unable to form a coherent thought.
Brushing passed the black haired man in what was definitely a seductive move, the blonde smiled at Steven.
“If we could have our pizza?” he said, his voice pleasantly soft.
“Yeah, right,” said Steven trying to pull himself together.
The delivery boy handed over the pizza to the smiling blonde and received money for the pizza and a tip.
Steven managed a weak smile in return.
The blonde smiled back before turning to Crowley, placing a hand on his shoulder again he murmured,
“Shall we?” before disappearing from the doorway.
Crowley got a delighted look on his face. Giving Steven a nod of thanks he closed the door, leaving the young man still staring.
A second later he heard the sound of lips on lips and then a small moan.
“You’re squashing the pizza,” said a breathless voice.
“Mmm, you shouldn’t have such a sexy voice then,” answered Crowley.
There was another moan.
“Crowley,” whined the blonde. “Not now.”
“Please, Aziraphale?” came Crowley’s voice, followed by a pleasure filled groan.
It was at that, that Steven was knocked out of his shock. Eyes going wide he scrambled away from the door. The ‘my dear’ comment from the blonde had given him the idea that there was something between the pair, but this confirmed it. Judging from the noise, things were about to heat up in there. He didn’t have any problem with it, but he did not want to hear them at it.
Still a bit stunned from the experience he started to cycle back to the pizza place. As he cycled, he wondered if the pizza was ever going to get eaten.
[1] Though Crowley would deny it.
As soon as I saw the prompt, I thought of Crowley answering the door. I thought it'd be funny if he remembered to hide his eyes, but didn't think of putting on clothes.
Second fic done.
Author: dragon_wolfie
Pairing: Crowley/Aziraphale
Fandom: Good Omens
Theme: #48 Delivery Person
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: These characters belong to Terry Pratchett and Neil Gaiman. This is a fanwork. The plot belongs to me though.
Second theme done, only 98 more to go ^_^
Surprised Delivery.
Steven Tetran had been working at the pizza place for almost a year now. Living in a place like London meant that he had encountered many strange things, but nothing could have prepared him for his next encounter.
It was quarter past eight on a dull autumn evening. Steven cycled along to his destination, the order in the bag on the back of his bike. Turning a corner, the flat he was delivering to, came into view.
It was one of the posh flats that only rich people lived in. Vaguely the young man wondered what a rich guy wanted with pizza, but then he figured that even the rich ate junk food at one point.
Coming to a halt he climbed off his bike, took the pizza out of the bag on the back before chaining the bike to the nearby gate. Walking up to the entranceway, he reached up and pressed the intercom for the correct room.
“Yes?” questioned a voice. Steven blinked in surprise at the way the man dragged out his ‘esses’.
“Pizza,” he replied.
“Right, bring it up then.”
There was a click as the lock on the main entrance opened. Steven shifted the pizza box so he could open the door and stepped into the building. Conscious of the opulent surrounds, the delivery boy quickly made his way to the lift.
Five minutes later and he was standing outside the correct door. Raising his hand he knocked smartly on the wooden surface. From inside he heard the murmur of a voice and then footsteps.
A lock clicked and then the door swung open.
Standing on the other side of the doorway was a man. Steven took in a breath to speak before freezing in shock. The man was completely naked except for a pair of dark sunglasses covering his eyes. He was standing there completely relaxed with a slight grin on his face.
Steven couldn’t help but stare: it wasn’t everyday that a guy answered the door buck-naked.
There was silence for a minute as Steven struggled to find his voice before more footsteps came towards them. Steven tore his eyes away from the first dark haired man and fixed them on another man who came from behind the first.
The newcomer had blonde hair and the bluest eyes that Steven had ever seen. A lean chest came into view as the man moved to stand to the side of the other. Unwittingly, Steven’s eyes travelled downwards. At least this man was wearing some clothes, a pair of loose, dark blue trousers.
The blonde chuckled lightly and rested a hand on the black haired man’s shoulder.
“Crowley, my dear. You’re supposed to wear something to answer the door,” the blonde said, a small smile playing around his mouth.
The black haired man - Crowley - turned to look at the blonde.
“Clothes?” he questioned before looking down at himself in puzzlement. “Oh, clothes,” he said once he saw that he wasn’t wearing any.
Steven gaped in surprise.
The blonde tutted softly, shaking his head. He looked over at Steven and gave him a warm smile.
Lifting the jumper he was carrying over one arm, he slipped it over Crowley’s head. With a poke on the shoulder he got Crowley to put his arms through the sleeves. Once the man was slightly more appropriately dressed, the blonde turned back to Steven.
Taking in the shocked look on Steven’s face, the blonde laughed softly.
“I think you’ve scared the poor boy for life,” he remarked shaking his head.
Crowley’s face formed into what could only be described as a pout [1]
The blonde gave a soft sigh before turning his attention back onto the delivery boy. He saw that the boy still seemed to be unable to form a coherent thought.
Brushing passed the black haired man in what was definitely a seductive move, the blonde smiled at Steven.
“If we could have our pizza?” he said, his voice pleasantly soft.
“Yeah, right,” said Steven trying to pull himself together.
The delivery boy handed over the pizza to the smiling blonde and received money for the pizza and a tip.
Steven managed a weak smile in return.
The blonde smiled back before turning to Crowley, placing a hand on his shoulder again he murmured,
“Shall we?” before disappearing from the doorway.
Crowley got a delighted look on his face. Giving Steven a nod of thanks he closed the door, leaving the young man still staring.
A second later he heard the sound of lips on lips and then a small moan.
“You’re squashing the pizza,” said a breathless voice.
“Mmm, you shouldn’t have such a sexy voice then,” answered Crowley.
There was another moan.
“Crowley,” whined the blonde. “Not now.”
“Please, Aziraphale?” came Crowley’s voice, followed by a pleasure filled groan.
It was at that, that Steven was knocked out of his shock. Eyes going wide he scrambled away from the door. The ‘my dear’ comment from the blonde had given him the idea that there was something between the pair, but this confirmed it. Judging from the noise, things were about to heat up in there. He didn’t have any problem with it, but he did not want to hear them at it.
Still a bit stunned from the experience he started to cycle back to the pizza place. As he cycled, he wondered if the pizza was ever going to get eaten.
[1] Though Crowley would deny it.
As soon as I saw the prompt, I thought of Crowley answering the door. I thought it'd be funny if he remembered to hide his eyes, but didn't think of putting on clothes.
Second fic done.