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It was early in the morning.
At least that's what Bheem assumed as he slowly opened his eyes, still drunk from sleep. From the side of his bed he could see the rising sun slowly bathing the sky in its golden light through the window.
"I thought I heard something. Or was it in my dream?", Bheem asks himself confused and tired. For a moment he laid still in silence and listened hard, but nothing could be heard. He relaxed and the sleep was about to take over again. Since it was their day off they still had time to go back to sleep.
While turning around in bed, Bheem groaned softly because his muscles hurt from days of hard training. He longed for Ram's warm body. With closed eyes he grasped for his lover for that sweet first cuddle in the morning, but he couldn't feel anything. Bheem opened his eyes to look over. The bedside was empty. No Ram in sight and the sheets were already cold.
"He must be awake for a while, I wonder why he didn't wake me up?", he mumbles in slight disappointment. Normally they cuddle in the morning until they have to get up.
*Rumble clink*
A loud noise came from somewhere out of the house.
Bheem immediately sat straight in bed. "Ram? Was it you?" He ask loudly in hope to get an
answer. But there was none which really concerned him.
*Rumble* *loud non understandable curses* *rumble*
"It comes from the kitchen!" Bheem instantly jumped out of bed and his heart started racing. There was no time to get dressed. Visions of various scenarios flashed before his inner eye, which could represent a possible source of the noise.
Maybe it was an intruder who wanted to rob them in the early dawn. Maybe the British found them and wanted to eliminate them. Or it could be a wild animal attacking Ram.
He rushed to the kitchen. Prepared to see the worst and ready to fight, only dressed in
shorts.
The scenery that opened up in front of Bheem left him speechless. There was no intruder, no British man and no wild animal. In fact there wasn't even a fight.
His jaw dropped in shock as he stopped right at the doorway.
Bheems eyes wandered through the room. Lentils, potatoes and onion peels were lying literally everywhere. On the floor, on the kitchen table, on the countertop. Beige, sticky and viscous drops sticking to the walls and even on the ceiling. There was also something hanging half from the ceiling fans that Bheem couldn't identify. Something was burning on the stove. The kitchen was more than a mess!
His widened eyes fell to the sight of Ram.
"What the hell are you doing?" Bheem looked at him with a questioning look. His Beloved stood at the counter, the back turned to Bheem. Over his light blue linen pajamas Ram wore an apron, which looked similar to Sitas, and was fully covered in this viscous liquid himself.
Ram couldn't hear the question since he was punching an unrecognizable mass in the bowl in front of him, mumbling all the curse words he knew. He looked even furious with his head shaking syncing to the movements of hitting. His fluffy and messy hair, black as coal, rocked along.
"Ram?! What are -", Ram startled, he turned around. Until now he hadn't realized that Bheem was standing behind him. His gaze resembled that of a frightened deer.
"Bheem? What -.. Why-... What are you doing here?” Ram stuttered in embarrassment, not knowing what to do now.
”You are supposed to sleep!" It sounded like a harsh order.
"How the hell am I supposed to sleep with this noise?" Bheem giggled and tried his best to not burst out in laughter. An embarrassed and desperate looking Ram in a girly apron looked way too cute and yet surreal.
“You could have told me another way that you want to remodel the kitchen. You don’t have to burn it down right away!” Bheem laughed hard while holding his stomach and pointed to the mess. He couldn’t resist teasing his love.
Ram was briefly upset that Bheem was making fun of him.
“I wanted to surprise you. It seems I have ruined it.” Ram sighed sadly, looking over his shoulder at the smoking stove behind him.
Bheem suddenly felt guilty for making fun of Ram.
“You wanted to surprise me by cooking something for me?” The half naked man was amazed. That was the last thing he would have expected from Ram.
“At least I tried to. But these hands only know violence. They can’t create something good. I am sorry”, Ram sobbed slightly, holding his hands in front of his face and looked at them in disgust and anger.
Bheem moved towards him and took Ram’s hands gently in his.
“Don’t be harsh on yourself.”, Bheem hushed and placed a gentle kiss on Ram’s palms. With a fond smile he says “In fact your hands can be very gentle and soft”.
Ram blushed immediately. He could have sworn that Bheem could hear Ram’s heart pounding.
“But tell me my dear, what are you trying to make?” Bheem took his lover’s arms and put them around his own naked waist. He cupped Ram’s face with his big but soft hands, wiping away something that looked like batter from the silky cheeks of his personal chef. With a mischievous smile he suddenly licked passionately over Ram's lips. Heat rose in Ram.
“Mhm, tasty. Are you making dosa?” Bheem softly growled the words.
“Y-..Yes. Sita helped me to prepare the batter yesterday. They should be filled with masala.” Ram tried to explain but his voice was slightly shaking. The semi-nude man, Ram was still holding, looked at him like a hungry tiger, longing for his prey. Bheem’s breath tickled the side of Ram’s neck which made him twitch. The predator appeared ready to strike.
“I wanted to surprise you with breakfast in bed. But I think we won’t have that since you are awake”, he added sadly to his explanation.
“Breakfast in bed, huh?” Bheem asked curiously with a deep voice. His strong hands slowly slid down Ram's chest, to his waist, past his hips and came to rest on Ram's firm bum. He groped it gently but firmly, “We can still have one”.
“How? Everything is burned or still raw. Definitely nothing to eat”, asked Ram, aroused by Bheem's animalistic behavior.
“I don’t need food to have breakfast in bed”, Bheem answered with a gentle bite into Ram’s neck. Ram moaned, wrapped his arms around his lover's wide shoulders, grabbed Bheem's hair, pulled his head away from the neck and kissed him with a burning passion.
The hungry tiger lifted up his prey and went back to bed where he could feast.