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Title: More Fun Than the Toy
Author: Mel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM. Mmm, slavery.
Characters: Alan Tudyk, Nathan Fillion, mention of Adam Baldwin
Pairing: Alanathan
Summary: just a little drabbly breakfast fun.
Author's Notes: I found it this morning, and had myself a giggly time with my cereal.
Alan was not what people often referred to as a "morning person". He'd punched his snooze alarm maybe ten times before Nathan had finally stormed back in the room and yanked the covers off him, sick of hearing the damned beeping every ten minutes while he showered, dressed, and went had his obligatory "staying pretty" jog on the treadmill.
"Get the hell up already!" he yelled in low tones, watching Alan recoil against the colder room temperature. He wasn't angry, just reallyreally annoyed.
"Christ! Nate!"
"Its nearly ten, Al. Get up or you're eating breakfast by yourself," he threatened, pulling the blanket the rest of the way off the bed so he couldn't just grab and go back to sleeping. Alan groaned in protest, but sat up with an exaggerated stretch after a moment, listening to Nathan go on about sending the alarm clock through the garbage disposal. He ran a hand over his barely-stubbled face to wake himself up a little more, then headed out toward the kitchen.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked, doing a little hop-jump routine to the table as his warm feet touched the cold tile floor of the kitchen and jolted him awake.
"You've got a choice between three, oh - no, four different cold cereals," Nathan informed him, smirking from just behind the glass cupboard door. Alan groaned again - his 'I woke up for this?' groan - and rubbed the rest of the sleep out of his eyes.
"Anything not made of wheat," he told him, then stood back up to fetch the milk carton while Nathan set the table and poured the cereal. They sat again after Nathan poured them both coffee as well, and Alan had habitually drowned his corn flakes in sugar.
Chewing on a spoonful almost too big for his mouth, Alan stared off into space, directed at the back of the cereal box. As he swallowed, he screwed his face up in concentration at what he was looking at. He reached out and took the box, looking at it more closely. "Well look who we have here," he chuckled, dropping his spoon as he flipped the box around and pointed to the little picture of the DVD cover they were selling as free with five proofs of purchase plus shipping and handling mailed in. Nathan stopped chewing as he focused on the small picture of Adam from My Bodyguard, then broke out into a fit of giggles.
"You know what we have to do, don't you?"
"Buy it and laugh our asses off?"
"And then have him sign it," Nathan smirked, the both of them collapsing into more giggles.
Author: Mel
Rating: G
Disclaimer: I OWN THEM. Mmm, slavery.
Characters: Alan Tudyk, Nathan Fillion, mention of Adam Baldwin
Pairing: Alanathan
Summary: just a little drabbly breakfast fun.
Author's Notes: I found it this morning, and had myself a giggly time with my cereal.
Alan was not what people often referred to as a "morning person". He'd punched his snooze alarm maybe ten times before Nathan had finally stormed back in the room and yanked the covers off him, sick of hearing the damned beeping every ten minutes while he showered, dressed, and went had his obligatory "staying pretty" jog on the treadmill.
"Get the hell up already!" he yelled in low tones, watching Alan recoil against the colder room temperature. He wasn't angry, just reallyreally annoyed.
"Christ! Nate!"
"Its nearly ten, Al. Get up or you're eating breakfast by yourself," he threatened, pulling the blanket the rest of the way off the bed so he couldn't just grab and go back to sleeping. Alan groaned in protest, but sat up with an exaggerated stretch after a moment, listening to Nathan go on about sending the alarm clock through the garbage disposal. He ran a hand over his barely-stubbled face to wake himself up a little more, then headed out toward the kitchen.
"What's for breakfast?" he asked, doing a little hop-jump routine to the table as his warm feet touched the cold tile floor of the kitchen and jolted him awake.
"You've got a choice between three, oh - no, four different cold cereals," Nathan informed him, smirking from just behind the glass cupboard door. Alan groaned again - his 'I woke up for this?' groan - and rubbed the rest of the sleep out of his eyes.
"Anything not made of wheat," he told him, then stood back up to fetch the milk carton while Nathan set the table and poured the cereal. They sat again after Nathan poured them both coffee as well, and Alan had habitually drowned his corn flakes in sugar.
Chewing on a spoonful almost too big for his mouth, Alan stared off into space, directed at the back of the cereal box. As he swallowed, he screwed his face up in concentration at what he was looking at. He reached out and took the box, looking at it more closely. "Well look who we have here," he chuckled, dropping his spoon as he flipped the box around and pointed to the little picture of the DVD cover they were selling as free with five proofs of purchase plus shipping and handling mailed in. Nathan stopped chewing as he focused on the small picture of Adam from My Bodyguard, then broke out into a fit of giggles.
"You know what we have to do, don't you?"
"Buy it and laugh our asses off?"
"And then have him sign it," Nathan smirked, the both of them collapsing into more giggles.