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“I wanna bake some brownies,” Skittery exclaimed, coming into the living room. Bumlets looked behind him from his spot on the couch, a smile forming on his face.
“You don’t bake,” Swifty stated, pausing the movie. “Plus, it’s almost 2 am.”
“I know, but I want brownies, and it's too late to go get some. So I want to bake them.” Skittery said, leaning over the couch. “Please.”
“Why not?” Bumlets stood up, pulling Swifty with him. Skittery bounced on his feet with a smile. He grabbed both of his boyfriends' hands and pulled them towards the kitchen.
Skittery watched as Bumlets and Swifty grabbed the things they would need for the brownies. Bumlets kissed Skittery’s cheek, “You can sit on the counter and mix the ingredients.”
“But I want to help,” Skittery whined.
“Mixing is helping.” Bumlets pointed out.
“Plus, the last time you tried to cook anything, the apartment almost burnt down,” Swifty said, a chuckle coming out.
A sheepish smile appeared on Skittery’s face. “I just wanted to make you guys dinner.”
Swifty kissed him. “You can mix stuff.”
“Fine.” Skittery sat on the counter. He ran his fingers through Swifty’s hair, effectively messing it up.
“You’re cute, my bǎobèi,” Swifty said with a fond smile as he fixed his hair.
The name never failed to make Skittery flush a deep red. He nodded and watched as the two got covered in flour and moved around the kitchen like a dance. The air was filled with the smell of melted chocolate and butter as the kitchen heated up.
“Can I help do something?” Skittery asked as Bumlets turned around.
“How about you come pour the batter into the pan?” Bumlets suggested. Skittery quickly jumped down from the counter, almost falling in the process. Swifty was quick to make sure he was okay.
Skittery was careful when pouring the batter; he wanted to make sure that he wouldn’t spill anything. Bumlets pushed off the counter, wrapping his arms around Skittery’s back. Skittery kept his focus on not spilling the batter. Once it was all in the pan, he quickly set the bowl in the sink and grabbed some chocolate chips, sprinkling them on top with a small smile.
Bumlets chuckled, and before either Swifty or Skittery knew what was happening, he flicked flour at Swifty. The flour coated Swifty’s shirt and neck. Skittery glanced over and giggled at the sight before him. Bumlets quickly put the brownie batter into the oven to bake, just in time as Swifty dumped a handful of flour on Bumlets’ head, turning his black hair grey.
Skittery started to giggle as Bumlets shook his head, flour floating to the ground. He looked over at Swifty, who had a nervous look on his face.
“You’re in for it now, darling,” Skittery laughed.
Bumlets grabbed a cup of water and dumped it on Swifty’s head. Skittery ducked out of the way before grabbing a dish towel and flicking it at Bumlets’ legs. Bumlets shrieked playfully before grabbing a handful of flour and looking towards Skittery.
“No, no, no, no. Baby! No, no, no!” Skittery exclaimed, he moved backward until his back hit the other counter. “Bumlets, I’ll do dishes for a month.”
“Nice try, mi corazon,” Bumlets said.. He grabbed Skittery’s face with the flour still in his hands, he ran his hands down the side of his face and arms with a big smile.
“You’re a menace,” Skittery said, wiping the flour from his face.
“You love me.” Skittery didn’t say anything as he leaned in for a kiss. Swifty came up to his side, kissing his cheek.
“I love you guys,” Skittery mumbled, leaning further back onto the counter, his head falling onto Swifty’s shoulder.
“I love you too, my bǎobèi,” Swifty said, kissing him on the forehead.
“Mi corazon,” Bumlets mumbled.
They cleaned up the kitchen while the brownies were baking. Skittery ended up sitting in front of the oven, watching as the last few minutes went by. When the timer went off, he jumped up and grabbed the oven mitts.
“Swif! Bum! They’re done!” He exclaimed, jumping up and down. Skittery took them out and set the pan on the stove. “Let's try them.”
“Whoa, we’ve gotta let them cool down first,” Swifty said. Skittery went to touch them. “Step away from the pan.”
“You’re no fun,” Skittery muttered under his breath.
“You’ll burn yourself,” Bumlets said, pulling him away from the stove.
It felt like forever until Skittery had a brownie sitting on a plate in front of him. He waited until Bumlets and Swifty had their pieces too before moving to the living room. He ended up curled up between Swifty and Bumlets, happily chewing his brownie.
“Is it good?” Bumlets asked, running his fingers through Skittery’s hair.
“Very,” Skittery muttered, his eyes fluttering shut. A content hum slipping from his lips.
“Get some sleep, mi corazon,” Bumlets whispered.
Skittery could feel his eyelids getting heavy, like they were being weighted down. He could feel his body relaxing as Swifty ran his hands over his legs. He heard the muffled voices of Bumlets and Swifty as he drifted off to sleep.
He had his brownie and his two boyfriends. Everything was right with the world.