the random word generator: moustache By Marea67
About: Kevin/Scotty Rate:
: Brothers & Sisters is not mine, I know. Stop rubbing it in.
When Scotty enters the bedroom from the bathroom, he sees Kevin asleep on his side of the bed. He’s flat on his stomach. He’s still dressed. He probably just wanted to lie down and wait for Scotty, but just fell asleep. Scotty smiles, he’ll wake up Kevin in just a bit. But first things first... He sneaks into the kitchen and looks around.
For one moment Scotty thinks he’s gone totally insane. He’s rather sure he made some hot chocolate just before taking his shower and that he left it on the table to cool off, so where is it now? He checks the microwave, the fridge, the cupboards and also the sink. He looks around again. What had he done with the cup? He is sure he didn’t take it anywhere with him....
He goes back to the bedroom.
“Kev?! Did you take my hot chocolate?”
“Huh?” Kevin groans, still half asleep.
“Hot chocolate?” Scotty repeats impatiently.
“No thanks.” Kevin replies, trying to wake up.
“I wasn’t going to make
you some, just wanted to know if you had seen
“My hot chocolate. I made it just before I took a shower and now I can’t find it anywhere.”
“Oops.” Kevin says carefully.
“What do you mean...?..... Oh, I see.” Scotty answers his own question because Kevin turns around and Scotty detects the moustache of dried-up chocolate on Kevin’s upper-lip. Kevin at least has the decency to look guilty and Scotty has a hard time controlling his laughter.
“You drank my
hot chocolate?” Scotty now recaps.
“Sorry.” Kevin replies. “It was delicious... you... you would have enjoyed it... I think... But maybe... I should just shut up.”
“Yeah, you should.” Scotty replies, shaking his head. “You are in so much trouble.”
“Really?” Kevin asks, too eagerly, raising an eye-brow. “I could make you another?” He offers, but Scotty doesn’t reply, he only gets on the bed, undoes the buttons on Kevin’s pants to take it off Kevin and let it fall to the floor. Scotty grins.
“No, I plan to punish you
differently. Because I want something hot and I want it now!”
“I wish I’d known this sooner, would have stolen your hot chocolate ages ago.” Kevin sighs between two kisses. And Scotty smiles, looking down on him, his thumb rubs the moustache on Kevin’s lip away.
“Don’t worry. I plan to make hot chocolate more often from now on.” He promises.