From the hallway, Weps can hear the frustrated sounds coming from the kitchen and it makes him smile. From the lack of the usual smell of coffee that fills the house at this time of the day, he surmises that the source of the ranger's frustration is the coffeemaker. Weps yawns, and scratches his belly as he enters the kitchen, his skin still half damp from the shower. He grins at Aragorn who is giving the coffeemaker an evil stare. Weps finishes fastening his jeans and throws open the fridge door to look for the orange juice.
"What's up, ranger?" he asks softly, as he raises the carton to his lips. "Coffee machine playing hard to get?"
Aragorn, who has been bending over the coffeemaker glaring at it as if willing it to work, gives Weps a sullen look. Why couldn't coffee come out of a carton the way the damn orange juice Weps is drinking does?
"It's probably just slow in starting this morning..." he replies, reluctant to admit failure, as he gives the machine a little shove, hoping it will jolt it into action.
"Like me, you mean," Weps replies with a chuckle and takes another mouthful of juice before putting the carton back in the fridge. "Best do something about that..." He slides up behind Aragorn, rubbing himself almost imperceptibly against the ranger's ass and resting his hands on slim, jean-clad hips. "Mmm, that's better..." he whispers, and then resting his chin on Aragorn's shoulder, Weps peers at the machine.
"Now lemme see... it is plugged in now, ain't it, ranger?" he asks with a smile.
"Of course I plugged it in, I already checked that..." Aragorn replies indignantly. He may not be that familiar with all the weird machines they have around the house, but this coffee making one he did pay attention to and only yesterday he got it to work just fine.
"I did everything the way you showed me..." he scowls.
Weps can't suppress the chuckle that bubbles up inside him. He can remember all too well the look on Aragorn's face when he first tried to explain how the damned machine worked. "Is that a pout I can sense there?" Weps asks softly, his lips brushing Aragorn's ear as he lifts a hand from the ranger's hip to move the coffeemaker a little to one side so he can see the water level. "Don't pout, love - you gotta be patient with things like this - work out by a process of elimination what's wrong. I bet the answer's real simple..." Weps presses closer, rubbing himself against Aragorn a little more deliberately now.
"Water's okay and it's plugged in," he murmurs, trailing his fingers up his forearm. "But is it turned on?" he asks, his voice a low purr.
"Of course it's turned on. Of course I'm patient. And I'm not pouting, I just want my coffee..." Aragorn growls, trying to keep any whining note out of his voice and refusing to be distracted by the way Weps' touch is making his skin tingle.
"Look, I filled that thing in the back where the water goes. I put the coffee in that paper cup. I turned the machine on and I put the plug in. Just like you told me to do..."
Weps smiles, knowing that Aragorn is pouting but is not prepared to admit it. "Well, if you've put in the water and the coffee and plugged in the machine and turned it on, then it sounds like you did everything right then," Weps murmurs, the tip of his tongue sneaking out to touch the rim of the ranger's ear. He can see that the indicatot light isn't on and that can only mean that the fuse in the plug had blown. "Except one very important thing..." Weps sighs and nuzzles Aragorn's neck.
"Speak to a machine that makes coffee? You're teasing me, aren't you?" Aragorn asks incredulously, turning to look Weps in the eye and assess just how much of a joke he and his need for coffee are becoming here.
Weps' face seems serious, but there's a twinkle in his blue eyes and the corner of his lips is twitching.
"You speak to it, you know I can't speak nicely..." he growls.
"Ah, hell, ranger," Weps murmurs, shaking his head, "what the fuck's the matter with you? You're no fun this morning - no fun at all... Here's me trying to seduce you and tease you a little and all you can do is pout and growl about not getting any coffee." He sighs and pulls back, stepping away from Aragorn and pointing at the unlit indicator light on the machine.
"There's no power getting through. Fuse has blown by the look of it. So its instant only till I get a new one - okay?" Weps smiles and pulls the plug out of the wall before turning away to fill the kettle.
"So you think that I'm no fun and that I just pout and growl..." Aragorn steps close to Weps, trapping him between his body and the kitchen sink, his hands locking on its edge by either side of him, leaving him no room to turn around.
"I can do without coffee, but I'll have to have something to replace it with that gives me the same kick... Any suggestions, Weapons Officer?" the ranger growls softly.
Weps stills for a moment at the sink, one hand still on the water tap. "Coke," he replies, trying to keep his voice even as he continues finishing filling the kettle, even though he knows he can't move. "There's loads of caffeine in a bottle of coke - and there's some in the fridge at the back..." Weps pauses and puts the kettle down on the countertop.
"But for the record, you're still growling, ranger. If I were you, I'd be cutting back on the caffeine - not looking for more..."
"And who says that it's just caffeine that gives me a kick in the morning? Think again, love, you're showing an unusual lack of imagination..." Aragorn's growl now sounds more like the purring of a wild mountain cat and caffeine is certainly not foremost in his mind as he slowly licks a path along the neck of Weps' t-shirt.
"Now, what else could I have on this fine morning that is as tasty and hot?"
Weps sucks in a breath as Aragorn's tongue teases his skin in a cat like lick. A shiver passes through him and he knows Aragorn will have felt it too. "I'm sorry," he whispers, bending his head forward a little. "I don't know what I was thinking... Of course caffeine isn't what you need... I know what's as tasty and as hot though. And it'll give you a kick." Weps turns his head and gazes at Aragorn, his tongue sneaking out to moisten his dry lips.
"My special ham and potato omelette with extra jalopenos..."
The word follows Aragorn's lips down the back of Weps' neck, poured like liquid honey.
"That thing may be hot and tasty, but it doesn't give me the kind of kick I have in mind. Why don't you try again? I'm willing to give you three tries, so think and be careful not to waste your chances.."
Weps shivers and pushes back against Aragorn, knowing very much what he wants right now and hoping that's what the ranger wants too... "Well, if it isn't a can of coke or my cooking you want, ranger," he murmurs, his head once more turning so he can look at Aragorn, "then I'm kinda hoping it's me." Weps eyes are dark with arousal now, despite his teasing words.
"How about fucking me through the kitchen table - would that give you the kick you're looking for?"
"I knew you'd get to the right answer, though I'm rather disappointed that you could think I'd take an omelette over you. You're far hotter and tastier..." Aragorn murmurs, meeting Weps' eyes hungrily.
"Not sure about the kitchen table though.. What's wrong with the kitchen sink?" he asks, slowly rubbing himself against Weps' hip and enjoying the slow heat erupting in his groin from the friction.
"What's up, ranger?" he asks softly, as he raises the carton to his lips. "Coffee machine playing hard to get?"
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"It's probably just slow in starting this morning..." he replies, reluctant to admit failure, as he gives the machine a little shove, hoping it will jolt it into action.
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"Now lemme see... it is plugged in now, ain't it, ranger?" he asks with a smile.
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"I did everything the way you showed me..." he scowls.
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"Water's okay and it's plugged in," he murmurs, trailing his fingers up his forearm. "But is it turned on?" he asks, his voice a low purr.
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"Look, I filled that thing in the back where the water goes. I put the coffee in that paper cup. I turned the machine on and I put the plug in. Just like you told me to do..."
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"Sounds like you didn't speak nicely to it..."
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Weps' face seems serious, but there's a twinkle in his blue eyes and the corner of his lips is twitching.
"You speak to it, you know I can't speak nicely..." he growls.
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"There's no power getting through. Fuse has blown by the look of it. So its instant only till I get a new one - okay?" Weps smiles and pulls the plug out of the wall before turning away to fill the kettle.
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"I can do without coffee, but I'll have to have something to replace it with that gives me the same kick... Any suggestions, Weapons Officer?" the ranger growls softly.
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"But for the record, you're still growling, ranger. If I were you, I'd be cutting back on the caffeine - not looking for more..."
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"Now, what else could I have on this fine morning that is as tasty and hot?"
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"My special ham and potato omelette with extra jalopenos..."
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The word follows Aragorn's lips down the back of Weps' neck, poured like liquid honey.
"That thing may be hot and tasty, but it doesn't give me the kind of kick I have in mind. Why don't you try again? I'm willing to give you three tries, so think and be careful not to waste your chances.."
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"How about fucking me through the kitchen table - would that give you the kick you're looking for?"
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"Not sure about the kitchen table though.. What's wrong with the kitchen sink?" he asks, slowly rubbing himself against Weps' hip and enjoying the slow heat erupting in his groin from the friction.
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