Hazelnut - Brendon/Ryan - [1/1]
Hazelnut
Author: littleladypunk
Brendon/Ryan || ~800 words || G ||
Warnings: None.
Disclaimer: This is purely a work of fiction. Never happened in real life.
The morning was freezing cold. Brendon could feel the cold with every fiber of his body as he trotted along the sidewalk. Being raised in Nevada he wasn't accustomed to frosty winters and he thought his ears would fall off any minute then, even though several people he passed on his way acted like the weather was merely crispy. But then, they all had winter jackets and wool hats on. That part of their tour in the North East wasn't supposed to last long so Brendon hadn't bothered to take extra warm clothes. After all, most of his time he spent on the bus, at venues or in hotel rooms, all of them properly heated (and anyway, it was probably not possible to be cold during the show; quite the contrary, he always left stage hot and sweating). The coat he was wearing now was more of a fashion item then a piece of clothing designed to protect someone against bad weather conditions. The same could be said about Brendon's scarf, ridiculously thin compared to the thick ones the locals had wrapped around their necks.
He hugged himself tightly and continued marching. After a few turns he stopped, took out his phone and checked the directions, then turned right on the next intersection. He sighed in relief when he saw the front of a coffeehouse.
Brendon's joy turned out to be premature though; after a minute he was out in the cold again, as the shop didn't sell hazelnut cappuccino. Cursing under his breath he fished out the phone from his pocket again. It would have been easier in some bigger city where he would have just find the nearest Starbucks and be done with it. But because they stopped in some small town, the only places he could count on were small local coffeehouses and he just hoped there was more of them than that one he had just left. Apparently he wasn't damned as much as he thought; the app in his phone helpfully supplied him with directions to another cafe that sold coffee to go. But this was where his luck ended, as the shop was located in the opposite direction, which meant he had to retrace his steps, turn left a block before the parking lot where their bus stood and still walk almost quarter a mile to reach his destination. He cursed again, this time louder and more uglier which earned him a disapproving stare from a middle-aged lady passing him by.
Wind blew strongly in his face. Brendon sighed, secured his scarf so it wouldn't be blown away and resumed his walking. He tried to walk as fast as he could, checking the map every now and then. The faster he got to the cafe, the faster he would be able to go back to the bus and maybe finally get warm. Providing he would find what he was looking for. He really hoped it would happen, as there weren't any more coffeehouses in this town. Then it started snowing, just like that. He was so doomed.
Brendon kind of wanted to hug the barista (and he probably would have if there wasn't a counter separating them) when he found out that there was hazelnut cappuccino. The barista was also nice enough to pack the styrofoam cup in two paper bags to prevent the coffee from cooling down too quickly. Brendon cuddled the covered cup to his chest, mindful not to spill the liquid and broke into a jog, heading back to the bus. Wind blew snow in his face the whole time.
Inside the bus was quiet, the rest of the band probably still asleep. They didn't have to show up at the local radio station for their interview before twelve, so they had at least two hours left to get ready. Brendon put the bag aside and started undressing. He was shaking the half-melted snow out of his hair when a sleepy looking Ryan came out from the bunk area dressed only in a T-shirt and his sleeping pants.
"Jesus, why is it so cold?" He grimaced, rubbing his bare forearms.
Brendon grinned. "You should try to go outside."
Ryan flopped down on a couch tiredly and looked up at the other man. The corners of his mouth curved up into a smirk. "I don't have to."
A weird sensation seized Brendon, like butterflies in his stomach, only not quite. "No, you don't have to," he agreed quietly. He took out the coffee from the bag and handed it to Ryan. "Here."
Ryan removed the lid and took a sip, enjoying the taste of still hot cappuccino with his favorite flavor. He rewarded Brendon with a smile. "Thank you."
Suddenly, there was nothing left cold in Brendon, as familiar warmth spread all over him.
"My pleasure, Ryan."