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“Do you know what I love?”
Blake sits up in bed slightly, the sound of Adam’s voice echoing from the hallway.
“Me?” Blake calls out.
Adam pads back into the room wearing just his boxer briefs, carrying something behind his back. “Yes,” he smiles. “And this.” As he climbs back into bed, he hands a jar to Blake.
“Nutella? Seriously?” Blake rolls his eyes.
“You’re just jealous,” Adam says, grabbing the jar back and dishing up a huge spoonful for himself.
“You’re just lucky I let you eat that in bed.” Blake grumbles as Adam wraps him lips around the spoon; it’s fucking sinful, watching Adam lick and suck the chocolate off the spoon, clearly making a show of it for Blake’s benefit.
“The house is on fire and you can only save me or the nutella, which one?”
Adam just looks at him and laughs. “That’s not fair, the nutella doesn’t have legs.”
Blake pulls him in for a kiss, the jar lying between them. “We’ve got to stop watching Gilmore Girls on the weekends.”
“Never.”