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By the time Kip gets back from his trip to pick up breakfast, he has a large brown paper bag in hand and two to-go coffee cups in a cardboard take away tray. He kicks off his shoes by the door and carries the goods inside Scott's luxury apartment with his soft black tweed coat still buttoned to his chin and his navy blue scarf wrapped in a loose knot, keeping his body warm despite the chilly temperature lingering at his fingertips. There’s the sweet, warm scent of pasties and coffee that drifts through the apartment as he enters, drawing Scott out from his bedroom where he had been tidying up the scattered clothes and towels from last night and that morning.
“Please tell me that’s a gingerbread latte?” he pleads as he steps closer, accepting the coffee tray into his hands and bringing one up to his nose to inhale the beautiful, spiced scent. Kip laughs gently.
It had all started two weeks ago, when every coffee shop in the city had announced their seasonal flavours and menu items in a bid to drum up fresh business around the holidays whilst everyone was out doing their Christmas shopping. Scott was never big on coffee, parroting that the short lived buzz wasn’t advised for athletes who needed more long lasting fuel for their training sessions. Coffee was only ever a weekend or off season treat that he could enjoy. Kip, who had no such limitations, had promised that once the Christmas break began that he would introduce Scott to his favourite coffee shop, who always had the best syrups and pastries.
That was when he created the monster he now has to live with. Watching as Scott takes a careful sip of the still steaming beverage, Kip shakes his head playfully with a snort, using his free hand to discard his scarf and coat.
“What am I supposed to do when my boyfriend becomes a coffee addict?” Kip teases, turning on his heel and walking to drop the bag of baked goods off on the breakfast bar. He doesn’t even realize what he’s said; not until Scott creeps closer and hovering awkwardly, drink still in hand.
“Your what?” he asks, his lips hitching higher on one side.
Kip glances up at him, frowning as he thinks back over his words. It’s clear when he catches up by the way his eyes widen comically and his mouth opens on a silent gasp. His hands come up in front of his chest, waving frenetically.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to just assume,” he rambles. “I mean I don’t want to just decide the label. We can totally just forget-”
“Kip,” Scott cuts in, stepping forward. His smile is more obvious now, adorning his face sweetly as he eliminates the distance between them and places his coffee down so he can circle Kip’s waist instead, pulling him closer. He gazes down into Kip’s rounded, doe eyes adoringly. “I like it. I probably should have asked sooner but I’d like to call us that...If you’ll have me.”
Kip’s arms snake around his neck, wrists locking together behind his head and he sighs sweetly, his features softening. “Yeah,” he whispers, eyes shining in the morning light. “I’ll have you.”
Scott leans down and seals their lips in the sweetest kiss that tastes vaguely of gingerbread and it's more fulfilling than any coffee or pastry.