Bay raises his brows, his ears red. Taking a drink of coffee, Bay says: “Please stop.”
Nate grins at him and starts singing louder. Now he starts dancing. Bay sighs and takes a bite of cereal. His boyfriend sounded like a dying cat.
Grabbing Bay’s face he starts singing inches from his face. Bay tries to fight his smile and kisses him to shut him up. His fingers twist in Nate’s hair.
Bay hooks his arm around Nate’s neck and brings him in closer. Nate’s floury fingers leave imprints of flour on Bay’s waist and neck and face.
The smell of food being burned jars them apart.
Bay looks at Nate. His already impossibly dark brown eyes are even darker from the flour on his face and hair. Bay grins at him with bruised lips.“The food is burning.”
Nate takes the food off the burner and shuts off the stove. Turning back to Bay, Nate takes the cup from Bays hand and sits it on the counter and guides Bays hands back around his neck and claims his mouth with his.
The stack of waffles goes unnoticed for the rest of the morning