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Giving access to the kitchen to Mort might have been a mistake. Bob leaves the kitchen for a second and he walks back into the kitchen to Mort wearing his apron now.
“Bobby!” Mort says, “I’m you! I’m wearing your apron.” He puts his hand on his hip while leaning against the counter, trying to look cool he pushes himself off strutting toward Bob.
“Oh my god..” Bob mumbled to himself mostly. “Mort I need that to cook.”
“No you don’t! Because I’m the chef now Bobby.” Mort said, giving Bob a quick kiss before walking towards the grill.
Bob laughs. “Ok, it’s slow today..so you know what? cook me a burger.”
“Gladly, I’ll cook you a burger so good you’ll wish this place was called Mort’s Burgers.” Mort said while he started forming a patty with the meat.
Bob chuckles. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
”it’ll be the best damn burger you ever ate Bob.” Mort said.
“I’ll be the harsh judge of that.” Bob laughs.
”You’ll see.” Mort said now fully concentrating on forming the patty.
“Your burger is not round.” Bob laughs.
“it feels like a brain.” Mort snorts.
“A what?!” Bob asked.
“A brain have you ever touched a brain Bob?” Mort asked as if everyone has touched one.
“No!” Bob laughs. “Not everyone is a mortician Mort.”
“Ok fine, you got me there.” Mort said.
“Your patty is still really weird looking.” Bob mumbles.
“It’s perfect, I’ll go over there and kiss you if it’ll shut you up.” Mort said as he begins cooking while tossing spices wildly at the burger. He wasn’t even looking at what he was using, it hurt Bob to watch someone so wildly toss spices around like that.
”I-It won’t because I’ll like it.” Bob said.
“Oh right, yep didn’t think about that.” Mort said.
Bob laughs. “Nope.”
“You smell that Bob, that’s the smell of the best burger you’ll ever eat.” Mort said confidently.
“Or the smell of someone who doesn’t know how to use spices.” Bob laughed.
“You’ll eat those words soon Bob.” Mort said.
“I can’t wait.” Bob said.
Mort flips the patty, swaying his hips back and forth to show off in front of Bob. “This is too easy.”
“You’re showing off?” Bob asked, laughing.
“You like this?.” Mort asked while he was throwing tomatoes and lettuce on his burger.
“M-maybe you don’t have to stop.” Bob said, staring meaningfully at Mort's butt. His form was terrible; but his hips looked increasingly more grab-able the Mort swayed his hips. “Keep it together Bob.” He mumbled to himself.
“You like it I heard that.” Mort said smirking while he finished up making his burger.
Bob blushes. “You didn’t stop getting distracted.”
“You’re the one making comments.” Mort said.
“I know.” Bob laughed.
“Alright Bobby, be prepared to need me to speed order you a coffin because this burger will kill you.” Mort said as he finally finished cooking.
“It better live up to that.” Bob laughs while taking the burger, he bites into it. It’s the worst burger he has eaten in a while; it was burnt and way over seasoned. “Oh my god…This is..” Bob starts before Mort cuts him off.
“The best burger you have eaten I’m going to get the coffin now.” Mort said.
Bob laughs. “Sorry but absolutely not; first it’s overcooked a lot. Second, your seasoning is all over the place, your burger doesn’t have an identity, and lastly you put way too much ketchup on it.”
“You just aren’t ready for the flavor of Chef Mort.” Mort said.
Bob laughs. “Well chef Mort does look good in my apron, I-I’ll give you that.”
“I know. You want some of these buns Bobby.” Mort said in a low growl.
“Pfft; yeah I do.” Bob said, pulling Mort by his apron, he always wanted to be the one pulling the apron. He kisses him sloppily.
Mort moans in pleasure kissing Bob back.
Bob put his hands on Mort’s butt as they backed into the counter, they began a steamy make out session.
“I love you.” Bob said.
“I love you too Bobby.” Mort said.