Original Fic - Coffee, 1/1
Summary: Collin is really not a morning wereyorkie.
Pairing: Collin/Evan
Rating: PG-13
Author's Notes: Drabble for Trick or Treat verse.
Coffee
"You have a truly unnatural love for coffee," Eric said as his lover pushed past him and headed straight for his pantry. "Should I be jealous?"
"Shush."
"Not a morning person, right. If you want the hazelnut blend, it's to your right."
Collin didn't actually acknowledge him, but he moved his search over.
"So, did you enoy yourself last night? Even though Matt kept calling you a wereyorkie?"
The redhead flicked him a warning glare and turned back to the coffeemaker.
"You're a totally adorable wereyorkie, though."
That one actually drew Collin away from the brewing coffee, over to where Eric was leaning against the hutch. Glaring directly ahead, he leaned in and bit the taller man's nipple.
Eric let out a yelp that was almost guaranteed to soothe his lover's hurt pride. The redhead grinned against his chest. He liked playing the grouchy, non-speaking lover in the mornngs -- for one thing, it often got him coffee and blowjobs in bed -- but he wasn't actually quite as bad as he pretended. His boyfriend was inexplicably patient with this, so he kissed the nipple he'd just been abusing, then stuck his face up for a kiss. And mmm, that was almost as nice as coffeee. Eric tasted of cake and chocolate, and the raspberry jam he liked to hide in muffins, and Collin lost himself in the kiss until preternatural instinct drew him away.
Coffee was ready.