"I do actually. Would you like some?"
Stefan gasped. "Real coffee?"
"Real coffee, babe." Sawyer patted Stefan's naked thigh. "I even have cream and sugar."
Stefan groaned. "I'll blow you for a cup of coffee."
Sawyer snorted. "You're easy."
"Only for you."
Sawyer's hand looked around the nape of Stefan's neck before pulling in for a kiss. "Good answer." He pressed another kiss to Stefan's lips. "Just for that, I'll toss in some pastries to go with that coffee."
Stefan's eyebrows lifted even as his eyes followed Sawyer as the man stood. "Pastries?" He swallowed the saliva that suddenly pooled in his mouth. "What kind of pastries? Sawyer? Sawyer?"
Sawyer's chuckles followed him out of the room.
Stefan jumped out of bed and grabbed the clothes that had been stripped off of him the previous night. He dressed as quickly as he could then race out of the room. Sawyer had promised him coffee, and he'd be damned if he missed it.
Roark was sitting at the table when he walked in, a stack of papers in front of him. There was no sign of Dahl. Frankie was in the kitchenette with Sawyer. Stefan headed in their direction. When he got there, he nodded his head back toward Roark. "Did he get any sleep?"
"A couple of hours," Frankie replied. He sighed as he looked toward his lover. "Whatever he found in those papers really has him upset."
"Has he said anything?"
Frankie shook his head. "Not anything more than we discussed yesterday."
Stefan glanced over at Roark. The crease lines across his forehead as he frowned didn't bode well for whatever he was reading. Stefan almost didn't want to know. Sometimes, ignorance was bliss. On the other hand, he knew that the more information they had, the better chance they had of surviving.
"So, about that blow job," Sawyer said as he set a cup filled with a dark brown liquid in front of Stefan.
"Is this…"
Sawyer set two cans down in front of him. Both had plastic lids on them. "Cream and sugar."
Stefan's hands actually shook as he pulled the lids off then added some the sugar and cream into his coffee. He stirred it in then grabbed the cup with both hands, bringing it to his mouth.
It had been years since he'd had a cup of coffee, almost a decade.
"Oh my god," Stefan whispered after taking his first sip. It was just as good as he remembered. Maybe even better.
He took another sip.
"Good, baby?"
Stefan nodded enthusiastically before taking another sip, a bigger sip.
"Worth that blow job?"
"Give me another cup and you can have my ass."
Sawyer chuckled. "I've had your ass."
"Fine, then I'll have yours." Stefan realized what he'd said right after the words were out of his mouth. He shot Sawyer a cautious look. They'd never really done that. He'd always bottomed when they'd had sex. It wasn't anything that had been planned, just how things had worked out.
Sawyer's eyebrow lifted.
Stefan shrugged even as he wondered if he'd crossed some line. They'd never discussed who topped and who bottomed. It just hadn't come up. He realized it probably should have.
