| Date: 16 January 2008
Characters: , Location: hotel dining room and kitchen Link to IJ: thread #38535 |
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 "...It's coffee?" |
 "...Let's be creative." |
| "...But it's coffee. Isn't it just coffee flavored?" |
| "...No." |
| He blinked, kind of dumbly. "But it's still coffee?" |
| "Yes.' He pointed to the kitchen, "Come with me and we'll find beans and mix." |
| He wandered off with Ianto, but there was no denying he was baffled. Coffee was a flavor. He'd get it sorted. |
| He headed into the kitchen and guiding Brant towards the coffee machines, "Sit and I'll grind?" |
| "...That sounds dirty." |
| "I'm not a lapdancer," Ianto said after a moment, flushing. |
| "Is that a euphamism?" He asked, feigning innocence. He sat down. |
| "Lap dancing?" Ianto got out the Jamacian Blue Mountain beans, starting the grinder and grinding the beans fine before starting them brewing. He located chocolate, cinammon, whip cream, sugar, and milk while the beans were brewing. |
| He propped his head on his hand to watch Ianto. "Yeah." |
| "I'm not a lap dancer." |
| "No, I know that. I'm just trying to figure out what it means." |
| "What are you thinking?" |
| "I'm trying really hard not to be lewd?" He offered. |
| Ianto's lips twitched, "Why?" |
| "Because it seems kind of rude." |
| "I work for Jack. I'm used to lewd." |
| "He isn't that bad." |
| "Maybe we know different Jacks." |
| "That's possible." He paused. "Isn't it?" |
| "Very," he nodded. |
| He exhaled with relief. |
| "What?" |
| "If they're different Jacks we dont' have to worry about the whole who's sleeping with him thing." |
| Pause. Pause. "Ah." |
| "You. Kind of gave it away a little back there. Where it almost got awkard?" |
| "Sorry about that," Ianto shook his head. |
| "For what?" |
| "Making you uncomfortable." |
| "I'm not?" |
| "Well good," Ianto shook his head, "Sugar or black?" |
| "...I thought you were putting other stuff in it?" |
| "I am. I'm letting you taste it first." |
| "Black." |
| He carefully poured in a tiny cup and handed it over. |
| He lifted his eyebrows, took a drink and made a soft sound of appreciation at the back of his throat. |
| "Good?" he smiled, "Ready to try some extra?" |
| He grinned and handed the cup back. "Yeah." |
| Ianto shook his head, grabbing another cup, "It's an experiment." He sprinkled a little cinnamon in. |
| "Here's hoping I don't find something I'm allergic to." He sniffed the coffee, took another sip and then flushed bright pink and sort of wheezed. |
| Ianto blinked, then scrambled, getting Brant a glass of water, "Cinnamon?" |
| He rubbed his nose and sneezed and grinned, bright eyed. Mostly because his eyes had watered. "I like it." |
| "Are you okay?" |
| "Yeah," he agreed, voice rough. He wiped his eyes. "Warm." |
| "Cinnamon ice cream is not." |
| "The other kind of warm?" |
| "What?" |
| "Kind of like being really turned on. Flushed?" |
| "...You've really never had cinnamon before?" |
| He shook his head. "No. What's next?" |
| "Milk and sugar." he handed it over. |
| He took a drink, and looked thoughtful. "That's kind of nice," he murmured as he passed it back. |
| He handed over one that had been fixed with chocolate. |
| He drank that, groaned and kind of turned into a puddle in his chair. "Can I take you home with me?" |
| "No, but I'll teach you how to make it," Ianto promised, smiling slowly. |
| He grinned. "I'll take that." |
| He handed Brant another chocolate cup with whipped cream on top. |
| He pretty literally curled up with the cup in both hands, and drank slowly. He wasn't quite purring, but it was a near thing. |
| Ianto smiled faintly, "You're cute." |
| He laughed. "You're not old enough to get away with that." |
| "You're young enough to be cute." |
| "I'm not that young." He was such a teenager. |
| "Younger than me." He smiled, "I'm 26." |
| "You're not old enough to be my father." |
| "So?" |
| "I don't know." He grinned. |
| "Drink your coffee," Ianto shook his head. |
| He settled in and drank his coffee. |
