MCA #4, Sunday Morning

[myownface]

Was Sparkle in an excellent mood this morning?

Damn right Sparkle was in an excellent mood this morning. The island seemed to be laying off that whole oppressive pollen crap, and even if it wasn't, there was a trip planned for later in the day that would put some distance between Sparkle and that constant thrum of want. And besides all that, he'd had a great night. How great? Great. Take his word for that one.

Or just guess, based on the fact that he was waking up next to a hot older guy, and instead of immediately losing his shit or something, he was wondering if now was the time he was supposed to head for the kitchen to make coffee.

... It was a good sign that his faculties had returned to him enough that he could remember that the one request going into this had been coffee, really. He was just going to take a few minutes more before getting to that to kind of, like, enjoy this.

[OOC: For that hot older guy!]

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[imafuturist]

Tony grumbled and stretched out in the bed because someone was used to falling asleep on a cot in his lab most nights.

He was a terrible rich person sometimes.

"Time is it?"

[myownface]

"Stupid-thirty," Sparkle replied, before so much as reaching for his phone to check the time on it. His room was... sparse. He didn't actually on an alarm clock. But then, did anybody, these days? "... Ten. Stupid-thirty is ten."

So, almost the same thing.

[imafuturist]

JARVIS usually woke Tony up. So, basically the same. He grumbled again and pressed his face into a pillow.

"I need caffeine," he whined. "Maybe an IV."

[myownface]

"Fresh out of IVs," Sparkle noted, smirking a bit, "but coffee can be arranged. I make a good cup of coffee."

Or a good pot of coffee, in this case. Because like hell he wasn't having some for himself, too.

"You like it strong, I'm guessing?"

Anybody whose first thought in the morning was 'coffee' probably liked to actually taste it.

[imafuturist]

"Enough to slap me awake." He would eat coffee grounds of given no other option. It was sad.

[myownface]

"That's what I like to hear," Sparkle chuckled, rolling over and kind of unceremoniously oozing out of bed. "No milk or sugar or anything like that?"

Waste of time, the both of them, if you asked Sparkle.

[imafuturist]

"No thank you," Tony said, making a face at diluting the coffee like that. He finally sat up and stretched more.

[myownface]

And Sparkle grinned over his shoulder at Tony (and, let's be real, took a moment to appreciate the view) before rummaging around for pants.

"A coffee drinker after my own heart," he said, approvingly. "You are welcome to come over for caffeine any time."

For caffeine and anything else, really. Sparkle had zero complaints.

[imafuturist]

Tony grinned at that because of his healthy, healthy ego. "I'll keep that in mind."

[myownface]

"Well, good." And a zip of the fly, and there, Sparkle was as clothed as he was going to get before coffee happened, himself. "Now I guess I really have to do this coffee justice. You know, as incentive."

Because, sure, the coffee was the only incentive that Sparkle was offering, here. What with all the leering.

[imafuturist]

Tony dragged himself on out of bed, not bothering with pants yet and sticking to his briefs. Because why cover up a good thing?

"I expect my socks to be knocked off. If I was wearing them."

[myownface]

This view kept getting better and better, really. There were no complaints from Sparkle, here. At all.

"I mean, you could put just your socks on, for coffee testing purposes," he mused, licking his lips a little before ever so grudgingly making his way to the bedroom door. "But I'm guessing you have a little more pride than that."

It was very difficult to make 'wearing only socks and underwear' not look silly. Even if you were a very attractive billionaire with some interesting glowy chest bling.

Just underwear? Hot. Underwear plus socks? Stupid.

[imafuturist]

Ridiculously stupid. It was where the line was drawn.

"If the coffee is good enough, I can forego the pride."

[myownface]

Had to draw that line somewhere!

"Well, then aren't you in luck?" Sparkle was slipping out of the bedroom now, making his way through the living room to the kitchen. "Make yourself at home, hey? We've got... like... a couch..."

The living room was about as spartan as the rest of the apartment. With the possible exception of the kitchen, anyway, which had all kinds of fun things to make cooking easier and more enjoyable, since Atton went nuts getting Sparkle kitchen things for Christmas.

... Sparkle still hadn't figured out how to use some of it, but that wasn't going to stop him from trying, eventually.

[imafuturist]

Tony's place had been previously furnished. By him. The other him. So...

"Just moved in?" Look, he hadn't paid much attention to things last night.

[myownface]

"In, like, September," Sparkle replied, shrugging his shoulders as he set to filling the coffee perk with water an grounds. The stuff of life. "Atton's lived here a lot longer. Not sure where he's at right now. Probably avoiding me this week."

The last thing they really needed as roomies was sex-pollen awkwardness. Probably. Especially given how bad Sparkle was at, you know, discretion. Always.

"He's got this Jedi minimalist thing going for him or whatever. And I don't really need much more than this, I guess."

He had a bed! That was cool!

[imafuturist]

"Ah, a roommate." For lack of a better term. "And that sounds... a little boring. Remind me to never be a Jedi."

[myownface]

"You're probably not in much danger of accidentally finding out that you're Force sensitive," Sparkle chuckled, shaking his head as he made his way back out into the living room. The coffee would be a few minutes, but there was no sense in carrying on the conversation from the other room, either. "I mean, unless you've got this weird obsession with laser swords and a sixth sense for when weird shit is going down. Then maybe there's a case for it."

Maybe. It was a very loose maybe.

[imafuturist]

"I have yet to build a laser sword, but I have made a holographic shield." Did that count?

Tony leaned against the wall, watching Sparkle make the live giving coffee.

[myownface]

"Arguably cooler than the laser sword," Sparkle decided, smirking and leaning against the kitchen doorframe. "Depending on how you use it, anyway."

... Probably like a shield, Sparkle.

[imafuturist]

"A friend's irreplaceable, vibranium shield was shattered by a god, so I built him a replacement until we could get it fixed." A beat. "Crime fighting was involved."

[myownface]

Sparkle had no clue what vibranium was, but considering the rest of that statement, that really didn't matter. The story earned him a low whistle, at any rate.

"Okay, so, gods and crime fighting, huh? Sounds like you have some interesting hobbies when you're not giving tasers to speed dating partners," he mused, remembering, idly, a conversation he'd had with a different Tony, years and years ago.

The crazy person lifestyle really was a Tony Stark thing, wasn't it?

[imafuturist]

It really, really was.

"Well, the life of a billionaire superhero is a busy one," he replied, trying and failing not to laugh at how pretentious he sounded.

[myownface]

"I can't even imagine," Sparkle admitted, laughing a bit, too. Because, seriously, here he was, making coffee for a guy who had just casually asked if he'd just moved in based on the amount of furniture in the living room.

Well, there was also a houseplant. Possibly wearing a hat. Sparkle was hell-bent on driving Atton bananas by dressing up the plant he'd lovingly named Pauline.

Sparkle was a little shit.

"You must have a hell of a lot of stories, though."

[imafuturist]

"You have no idea." So much insanity in his life. Wait until next week, it'll only get worse.