Bitty stands at the counter in the Providence kitchen, mixing dough, when he hears Jack pad up behind him, stocking feet near silent on the hardwood.
“Hey, honey,” Bitty says, smiling at the bowl in front of him as Jack’s arms slide around him. Bitty pushes back into him, welcoming the warmth of Jack’s chest along his shoulders, of Jack’s breath against his neck. Jack kisses just behind his ear, a spot that never fails to make Bitty shiver, and Bitty tilts his head to give him more space. “Enjoy your nap?”
Jack hums against him, nuzzling. “Would’ve enjoyed it more if you’d stayed.”
Bitty had tried, really, but there’d been an itch under his skin only baking could scratch. “I know. I wanted to try something with this new pecan pie recipe.”
A kiss pressed lower on Bitty’s neck, then behind his ear again. His earlobe caught between Jack’s teeth in a gentle nip. Bitty yelps and laughs and pushes back into Jack, happy to be here in Providence in their home–it’s theirs, even if Bitty doesn’t live there full-time yet–with Jack pressed against his back, perfect and–
“Pecan,” Jack says, voice low and rough and–
Bitty stops stirring. “Pecan.”
Jack’s lips brush his ear. “Pecan.”
“I understand that you think you’re right, Mr. Zimmermann, but the fact of the matter is you’re wro–oh!”
He should be annoyed that Jack can pick him up so easily, that Jack has found all the places on his ribs where he’s most ticklish.
Mostly Bitty can’t stop laughing long enough to care.