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“Frank, is the oven ready yet? Also what kind of cake were you making again—? Oh shit, is that raw brownie mix? You can’t eat that!”
Frank freezes where he sits in the kitchen, ass on the countertop and a bowl of definitely raw brownie mix in his lap. The oven beeps, finally done preheating. The bowl in Frank’s grasp does not have enough mix left to fully fill the cake pan. Frank slowly closes his mouth over the most recent spoonful of chocolate, takes the spoon back out, and swallows.
“Frank!” Gerard gasps. He takes steps further into the kitchen and reaches out to snatch the bowl away from Frank.
Frank flinches back on reflex, torso twisting and shielding the bowl away from Gerard’s fingers.
“It’s fine! Don’t worry, I don’t eat eggs, remember? So I can’t get salmonella,” Frank explains quickly. Gerard stares at him, confused. Grant walks in, sniffing the air suspiciously.
Frank pours what little mix he has left into the baking pan. His stomach gurgles discomforted. He treats it with another spoonful of raw brownie mix down his gullet.
“Frank. What did you put in the brownie mix?” Grant asks slowly. Gerard groans into his hands.
“I used apple sauce instead of eggs, so it’s not like I’m going to get sick, right?” Frank grins and moves his wrists around in a circle, miming the spoon like a wand, “And besides, I can’t get sick from the flour because of the werewolf healing, right? Double Safe!”
Grant sighs and gently takes the spoon from Frank’s hand. Frank tips his head up to kiss him and Grant responds easily. Gerard shuffles over to them and takes the tray away from Frank. Frank grins, wrapping his now free arms around Grant.
“Thanks, Gee, could you set the timer for—”
Gerard drains the pan into the trash, and Frank stares at him, horrified.
“What the fuck was that for, you fucking asshole?”
Grant pats Frank on the cheek and purses their lips.
“We can’t eat chocolate. You can’t eat chocolate. It’s part of being a werewolf, Frank,” Grant explains gently. Frank’s stomach stabs in pain and he doubles over slightly.
“Well, you should have told me that before turning me! Fuck!”