"Coffee" and the general plot of "Coffee" are copyright Orin Drake, 2006. Zack and Reno and the realm in which they live belongs to Square-Enix. I wouldn't complain if they belonged to me, though. Not at all.

Background: I... actually wrote this part a LONG time ago, and simply never updated here. Whoops. So, yes. It's officially CRACK.

Coffee
Part 3
by Orin Drake

It was warm. And it was safe. And Cloud was happy. It was the warm, safe, happy kind of darkness that made him feel secure. Comfortable. Like nothing in the world could ever disturb him. Especially not on one of those rare mornings when he didn't have patrol, when he could just lay there and sleep for an extra couple of hours... it was bliss.

And then, every so often... he'd get a Dream. Not just any dream, and not just a really good dream, but a Dream. One that would make him take a little extra time in the shower. It was exceptionally real, from the creaking of the door to the weight settling on his bed. Even when the blankets were gently pulled away, it all felt like it was really happening and he wasn't just in his mind. Body heat, warmth sliding up to him until it rested by his side, and then the feather-light touch of fingers against the waistband of his sleep pants...

--Only, they weren't exactly feather-light. They were sure and absolute, yanking his boxers off his hips and down; the only bit of clothing he'd been wearing due to warm nights. Cloud smiled in the wonderful confines of his dream; so, it was going to be one of those.

Breath against his thighs, the bed dipping with the unseen participant positioning themself--and then he heard it. Telltale and unmistakable.

Zack, when he absolutely had to, could be quiet. Utterly without reaction. But Reno... had never learned such a skill. Only Reno had a devious chuckle like that, soft as it may have been. Cloud's eyes snapped open, and he glared down at the redhead resting between his legs.

"Oh, hey!" Zack greeted far too warmly from the foot of the bed, seeing his friend's extremely awake--though narrowed--eyes. "Good morning, Spike! I can see you've risen, so... ready to shine?"

Cloud could kill. And he would have killed--had Reno's mouth not been exactly where it was, at exactly the right time. Cloud's own mouth had been open to yell, to order them to leave... but a very hot tongue pressed very firmly against the ridge of his morning wood destroyed any thought necessary to remember words. Only a low, rough moan managed to escape his lips... and, while he wouldn't have admitted it even if he'd been able to form a coherent sentence, he suddenly minded being woken a lot less.

Zack grinned, watching in great appreciation--and opening the thermos they'd brought with them. Strike while the iron was hot, or... something like that. He look a long, slow swallow of the precious coffee... and moved in.

Reno gladly moved aside, finding a front-row seat to be particularly suiting. He pulled back in a crouch, plenty close enough to watch Cloud's face and Zack's mouth take the blond's length halfway.

That certainly got more than a moan from Cloud. He thrashed, forcing Zack's hands to grasp his hips, gasping though he were drowning. It was so hot--so searingly, near-painfully hot--but so damn good...

Of course, the noises the blond made were getting kind of loud... Reno took it upon himself to fix that, moving up to capture Cloud's mouth with his own. Despite the kid needing more breath, he kissed like a hungry thing--even boldly presenting the initiative to tongue wrestle a bit.

Zack finally pulled away, sitting back on his heels and allowing himself a moment to appreciate the scene. He heard the frustrated groan as cool air touched where a hot mouth had been, grinning a bit as he took another swig of coffee. He dove in that time, tongue rubbing hard against the underside as he swallowed the entire length all the way down.

Poor Cloud didn't have a chance. By that time, Reno's fingertips had found their way to a delicate nipple, pinching gently. The overstimulation was just too much first thing in the morning; Reno swallowed the guttural cry while Zack took care of the rest.

The redhead allowed Cloud his breath back, reaching over to grab the thermos for himself. Hey, hard work needed a reward. He handed the coffee over to Zack after, both boys watching the panting blond with wide smiles.

It took some time for Cloud to recover, eyes fluttering open as he took in the sight above him. And then he glared; albeit not entirely full of venom. "I didn't have to wake up early today."

"Yeah." Reno agreed, as nonchalant as ever. "We figured we'd go back to sleep with ya. So we could wake you up again."

Blinking, Cloud looked to Zack for confirmation--and found it in his grin. Well... he couldn't really deny that it sounded... pretty good...

Of course, Reno hadn't waited for approval. He'd simply pulled his clothes off and flung them into the corner, crawling under the blankets while looking absolutely smug. Hey, a little bit of coffee wasn't going to keep him awake. He was far too immune to anything below the three cup mark.

Well, who was Zack not to follow suit when the idea was such a good one? He sure as hell wasn't going to be the one with clothes on, that was for sure. Quickly ridding himself of that little problem, he crawled into bed on Cloud's free side and sprawled comfortably--much like Reno just had.

It wasn't that the blond minded being between two warm bodies, of course. But they were both stretching out to confine him on purpose. Well... fine, then. "But how are you two going to sleep?" Cloud asked, ever so innocently.

Too innocently. Zack gave him a questioning look. "What do you me--oooohhh..." The kid was growing up.

Reno opened his mouth to ask what that sound was all about, when Cloud's other hand wrapped around his length as well. The too-young bright-eyed blond seemed to have acquired a bit of confidence in his constant exposure to perversion--most notably, at the moment, providing the dexterity needed to accomplish two handjobs at once. And being damn good at it.

And really, Cloud had to admit--if only to himself--that he was rather proud of that fact. Two moaning, writhing bodies surrounding him... and he was the one making them react. Grasping both lengths with a delicate touch but long, firm strokes, he enjoyed every moment of what he was accomplishing.

It was a contest, of sorts. Who made the most noise, who managed to stay the most still, and who withheld orgasm longest... but score wasn't exactly kept. Who toppled first was unclear and didn't matter in the least; the result was three very happy young men.

Well... two very happy, and one quickly realizing that both hands were covered in cum and getting a bit... uncomfortable. Ah well. Cloud wiggled his way out from between the other two boys, making his way to the bathroom.

Zack quickly noticed the lack of body heat, eyes fluttering open. "Mm, Spike... Wher'ya goin'? Didn't y' wanna sleep?"

"Nah, I'm already up." He turned so they couldn't see the grin. "Might as well go make some more coffee."