Coffee and Chocolate (Prompt 15, F/K)
Coffee and Chocolate
F/K (sort of), G, 471 words
Ray had never been big on chocolate, but he can still remember the first time he dropped a small handful of M&Ms into his coffee in lieu of sugar (since some asshole had used up all the sugar in the breakroom and not replaced it). Ray's mom always said when he was a kid that he didn't need any more sugar - he was naturally hyperactive enough on his own - but he craved it. Always had. Some of the guys down at the station groaned when he went for the fifth spoonful, but he didn't give a shit.
The M&Ms though. Man, that was a whole different experience, the candy sweetness of the hard shell bursting on his tongue, sugary but completely different somehow, and then, when he'd drained the styrofoam cup and saw the faded color of the candies at the bottom, he tipped his cup back and let the chocolate slide into his mouth. It was amazing, perfect really - coffee and chocolate and sweet candy, and he was smiling for the rest of the day.
He never used sugar ever again, just stopped at the store to pick up coffee and beer and three huge bags of M&Ms - one for his apartment, one for the car, and one for his desk at the precinct.
Ray was almost out when he took on the Vecchio gig, and within days, it was apparent that assholes who used all the sugar in the breakroom and didn't replace it were everywhere in the CPD.
"Goddamn it," Ray muttered, slumping down in his chair at his desk with his very bitter and not-at-all-chocolatey coffee.
"Ray, is everything all right?" Fraser asked, leaning forward. "You seem troubled."
Ray had to laugh, because coffee was definitely important, but he wasn't going to pieces over it or anything. "No, I'm cool, Frase. Someone used all the sugar in the breakroom, that's all."
"Oh, well -" Fraser paused, digging in that go-go-Mountie toolbelt that he wore, pulling out a small box. "Here."
Ray reached out his hand and took the box. "What the hell are these?"
"They're Smarties," Fraser said brightly. "Canadian rough equivalent of your M&Ms, I believe. I know it's not traditional to put candy in one's coffee, but it seemed an apt substitute, don't you think?"
Ray peeled open the box slowly, pouring out some of the pastel candies onto his palm. They didn't look like M&Ms, but he figured they might do the trick, in a pinch, which this definitely was. "Thanks," he said, and Fraser's smile (with his teeth and everything) in return was enough to make Ray almost choke on his coffee.
This partnership was going to work out just great. They went together like coffee and chocolate.
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F/K (sort of), G, 471 words
Ray had never been big on chocolate, but he can still remember the first time he dropped a small handful of M&Ms into his coffee in lieu of sugar (since some asshole had used up all the sugar in the breakroom and not replaced it). Ray's mom always said when he was a kid that he didn't need any more sugar - he was naturally hyperactive enough on his own - but he craved it. Always had. Some of the guys down at the station groaned when he went for the fifth spoonful, but he didn't give a shit.
The M&Ms though. Man, that was a whole different experience, the candy sweetness of the hard shell bursting on his tongue, sugary but completely different somehow, and then, when he'd drained the styrofoam cup and saw the faded color of the candies at the bottom, he tipped his cup back and let the chocolate slide into his mouth. It was amazing, perfect really - coffee and chocolate and sweet candy, and he was smiling for the rest of the day.
He never used sugar ever again, just stopped at the store to pick up coffee and beer and three huge bags of M&Ms - one for his apartment, one for the car, and one for his desk at the precinct.
Ray was almost out when he took on the Vecchio gig, and within days, it was apparent that assholes who used all the sugar in the breakroom and didn't replace it were everywhere in the CPD.
"Goddamn it," Ray muttered, slumping down in his chair at his desk with his very bitter and not-at-all-chocolatey coffee.
"Ray, is everything all right?" Fraser asked, leaning forward. "You seem troubled."
Ray had to laugh, because coffee was definitely important, but he wasn't going to pieces over it or anything. "No, I'm cool, Frase. Someone used all the sugar in the breakroom, that's all."
"Oh, well -" Fraser paused, digging in that go-go-Mountie toolbelt that he wore, pulling out a small box. "Here."
Ray reached out his hand and took the box. "What the hell are these?"
"They're Smarties," Fraser said brightly. "Canadian rough equivalent of your M&Ms, I believe. I know it's not traditional to put candy in one's coffee, but it seemed an apt substitute, don't you think?"
Ray peeled open the box slowly, pouring out some of the pastel candies onto his palm. They didn't look like M&Ms, but he figured they might do the trick, in a pinch, which this definitely was. "Thanks," he said, and Fraser's smile (with his teeth and everything) in return was enough to make Ray almost choke on his coffee.
This partnership was going to work out just great. They went together like coffee and chocolate.
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