Casually flipping through the channels on TV, the doorbell ringing was a welcome break for Christian.
"Door's open," he called out, expecting whoever it was to make their way in. The door swung open, but a hand caught it in time, before the handle hit against the wall. He knew that there was only one person out there capable of more-or-less wrestling with his door.
"Al," he smiled, turning his attention towards the door, and the boy standing there, with an inscrutable expression on his face.
"I didn't slam the door," his reply was prompt.
Christian laughed. "I didn't say you did, love."
Alastair rolled his eyes mockingly, at the "endearing" nickname. He would often pretend to be bothered by it, but in reality, he was quite fond of it...of course, as long as no one else was there.
"You really should do something about that door, Chris." he muttered, as he took a seat beside said person. "One day, the handle's gonna bust a hole in the wall."
"You've just gotta be gentler with it,"
"It...well, whatever. I thought you were supposed to be studying for your exam."
"I've already done that," Christian replied nonchalantly.
Alastair scoffed. "Yeah, sitting and watching TV. That's obviously the best way to study."
"I've studied enough, anyway" He replied, with a smile.
" Uh huh...sure..." Alastair's train of thought was interrupted as he felt something soft brush against his ankles. Looking down to find Canoli, the cat, nestled near his ankles, he picked up the cat and placing the cat on his lap. "I really think Canoli's getting used to me." He laughed, watching the cat settle comfortably in his spot.
"I think he's always been all right with you," Christian commented, finally turning off the television.
"I swear he'd give me weird looks, before."
"Cats can't glare at people," Chris couldn't help but laugh at its absurdity.
"No, no, I'm serious," Alastair blinked a few times, as he took off his glasses, and placed them on the coffee table in front. "I really think he didn't like me."
"I think you're just being over imaginative , Al," Chris found it hard to not laugh. It was always so easy to get him mad.
"Not you too," the dark-haired teen decided to focus his attention towards the cat instead of his boyfriend.
"Canoli only doesn't like idiots."
Alastair only frowned, before staining up, all of a sudden, setting the cat aside.
"I'm just gonna go and get myself some water, okay?" Without waiting for a reply, he made his way towards the kitchen.
Christian didn't turn around, for fear that seeing the younger male frowning would make him burst out laughing. He heard some clattering, the occasional swear word an some drawers and cabinets opening and closing, yet he didn't dare turn backwards. Only when there was a long period of silence did he turn around, curious.
"Al...are you okay?"
"I'm hungry, that's what."
"I'm making some crêpes."
"Oh," Chris couldn't help but grin. "That'll be nice."
"Better than anything you make!" came the reply, followed by laughter. If it were anyone else, Christian might've contested, but considering it was Alastair...he wouldn't, even if Alastair was wrong, anyway.
All of a sudden, he heard a door slam.
"Al? What was that?"
"You're not coming in the kitchen when I'm making something. I find it weird when people look over my shoulder if I'm making something."
"Okay, okay," Chris shook his head, a small smile on his face. Another one of his boyfriend's quirks, no doubt.
"But how long will it take?"
"As long as it takes to make some crêpes."
Christian spotted his drawing sketchbook lying on thee coffee table in front. Reaching out for it, and the pencil beside it, he started doodling mindlessly. It was quite distracting, though, knowing that a certain someone was in the kitchen...Chris wondered whether Alastair had seen his apron, or not - the one that said "Fuck the Cook." maybe he should ask Al to wear it...laughing to himself, he continued to sketch abstractly.
In time, he heard the door creak open, and curiosity made him turn around, just to see whether Alastair was wearing the apron, or not. It was a negative, but that was expected, anyway.
"I didn't take too long, did I?" was his first question, as he stood in the doorway, a plate in hand.
"Just long enough," Christian felt compelled to get up, now. He had been feeling particularly lazy all day - studying, and watching television, but not once getting up from the sofa.
"I hope these are as good as they smell." He reached out for a crêpe, they did look particularly tempting-
Only to have Alastair slap his hand away. "At the table. Don't want the chocolate to get on the carpet."
Chris raised a curious eyebrow, and Alastair sighed. "This happened back in the flat once, and Maria had to clean it...it took a lot of effort."
"Maria...?" Chris was slightly confused.
"Mariano, you know. My flatmate."
Christian nodded, as Alastair placed the plate in the table, and motioned for him to sit.
"You know, Al, if they're not good-"
"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just have 'em."
Christian didn't miss Alastair's nervous habits - tapping his foot quietly, running his hand through his hair. Chris made a big deal out of his first bite of the crêpe, savouring it as if he were a critic sampling a chef's finest meal.
"Well....what do you think?" He wasn't trying very hard to cover up his nervousness, as he pulled the chair beside Chris' out, and sat down. Christian had to try very hard in order to not end up laughing - Alastair did look quite nervous. He knew that the dark-haired male found it almost impossible to take negative criticism well, simply because he never knew how to react to it.
"I think...that you should try one for yourself."
Alastair could only stare back at Christian, trying to understand whether it was a positive or a negative reaction. He stood up after a while, and made his way to the kitchen drawers, from where he grabbed a knife and a fork. Chris only observed silently, as he watched Alastair come back, take his seat and slowly drag the plate towards himself. He quickly cut a piece off the edge, and poking his fork into it, picked it up. As he went to take a bite out of it, however, in a vain effort to try and not glance at Christian, his elbow knocked against the table, making his hand move, and the food brush against his cheek, and fall down, along with the fork.
"Oh, fuck," Alastair whispered, as he rolled his eyes, and lean over to pick up the fork. As he placed the fork on the table, something caught Christian's eye, and he just couldn't hold back his laughter.
"W-What's funny, damn it?" Alastair said, self-conscious. When the crêpe had brushed against Alastair's cheek, the molten chocolate filling had smudged against the edge of his lips.
Christian leaned in, his warm breath tickling Alastair's lips. The latter had frozen, slightly, at the sudden close proximity, and he could feel his cheeks heating up. He could feel the heat radiating off them, as Christian leaned in even closer, and slowly but tantalizingly, licked off something near the corner of his lips, something which he never realised had been there.
"W-What was that for?!?" Alastair tried his hardest to control the rapid reddening of his cheeks, and failing miserably.
"Just cleaning up, that's all," Chris smirked. "You even have some on your shirt."
"Oh, uh I do?" Alastair looked down, to check whether the traces of chocolate were noticeable or not.
"Maybe you should just take it off, then," the gleam in Christian's smirk was unmistakable, and Alastair didn't know whether to look at Chris, or down, whether to kill him for that, or just kiss him...
"I think there's some on your neck...want me to clean that, too?"
Alastair's eyes widened, and his blush was unmistakable now, as he picked up on just what his boyfriend really meant. Over time, Christian had found out some rather...personal things about him, one of them being his vulnerability of the area around his neck.
"It was sweet."
Alastair's eyes narrowed slightly, as an idea formed in his mind. "Oh, I bet it is."
Without a moment's notice, he leant forward, pressing his lips against Christian's. It didn't surprise him that Chris wasn't stunned by it - nothing surprised Christian, unlike him.
But he liked that...just like everything else he liked about Christian.
"Mmhmm...you're right - it really is sweet."