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Simon J Paladino had got off his day job a few hours ago. He didn't have a big case load and he got off fairly early for once. His boyfriend, Jackson AKA Gamma Jack was currently on patrol.
They haven't been together for too long, and frankly none of their friends even know yet, but Simon does love Jackson. Even if the blonde was annoying, he still managed to make Simon smile at his antics.
Tonight wasn't any different either. Right now, Simon was making dinner like a standard housewife, almost every made from scratch. He was using an old recipe of his own mother's and he knew it would turn out delicious. Since Jackson was a picky eater, he was making some good old oven baked mac and cheese.
Of most things Jack would eat, he knew it would be this. The blonde was the pickiest eater he had even encountered, and had tried cooking for him several times, but this was the only thing he liked thusfar.
He was also baking some old style chewy brownies for the other as well.
He knew Jackson would only eat the brownies if they were the perfect mix of gooey and hard, and thankfully Simon knows the balance between the two.
The brunette had just finished pulling the Mac and cheese out of the oven when he heard the door click open. It was the blonde, who looked exhausted and tired.
"Rough night on patrol?"
"Yeah..." The blonde sighed and practically fall onto the couch.
"What happened?"
"Nothing." The brunette frowned. "It was hard because... nothing happened?"
"Ughh." The blonde was being dramatic, by the way he acted you would assume he had to fight a thirty foot kaiju, but no. He was just lazy as always.
"I made dinner." Simon said, handing the blonde a plate of the Mac and cheese. Jackson's eyes lit up as he started shoveling the food into his mouth like he hadn't eaten for three weeks.
"Jackson, take some time to breathe before you choke." Simon scolded, getting his own plate and sitting next to his boyfriend.
After Jackson had finished inhaling his food, he gave Simon a curious look. "What do you want, Gamma?"
"You should rub my back, it's soooo sore from patrolling today..."
Simon frowned. "I will rub your back on one condition."
Jackson perked up, intrigued at the proposition at hand. "Oh? And what would that be?"
"You have to do the dishes after the brownies come out of the oven."
Jackson hated dishes more than eating fancy expensive food. The soggy food in dishwater made his skin crawl just thinking about it. "Can I rinse off the food and sauce first?"
"However you want to do them."
Jackson groaned. "Deal."