Tiny scene

[katikat]

This is a tiny scene from a WhiCo fic that I'll probably never write, that's why I decided to post it. I had this conversation stuck in my head and I needed to get rid of it. Which means it's unbeta'd, of course.

"I don't have sex," Caffrey said, sipping coffee.

Peter frowned. "You mean like," he leaned closer even though they were alone on the rooftop, "you can't?"

Caffrey sighed, setting his cup aside. "No, Agent Burke. I can get an erection," Peter flushed, "and I can have sex, I just don't." He shrugged.

Peter sat there, dumbfounded, and watched Caffrey tear off a piece of his croissant and eat it. "It's... I mean... Why?"

Another sigh followed. "Look, sex is a... pleasurable activity, I'm not trying to dispute that. But so is drinking Italian roast or seeing the Mona Lisa with your own eyes. And if I should choose between..." Caffrey cocked his head pensively, "...a fine bottle of wine or a - how would you call it? - 'romp in the sheets,' I would take the wine, thank you."

Peter blinked, then blinked again. "You're... serious?" he asked, bewildered.

Caffrey leaned closer. "I never joke about fine wine, Agent Burke." Then he leaned back and raised his coffee cup in a salute. "Or about Italian roast."

I wrote it because I'm kinda sick of people who think that there must be something wrong with you just because you don't want/need to have sex.