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Slade was an awful cook. There was no doubt about this fact. He knew how to boil water. He knew how to use a microwave. He knew how to open an MRE, which he found to be the most effective form of cooking. He knew enough to survive, but for the food to taste even halfway decent, he was kind of lost, but this wasn't that much of an issue for him now, as Alex was the one who did most of the cooking in their household. Alex wasn't a top chef, but he could make just about anything Slade wanted. He claimed that cooking was like a science, which explained why he could make it work so well for him. Slade sucked at science, but he knew how to suck a scientist off pretty damn well, so he didn't have to worry too much.
It was late or rather extremely early when Slade found himself alone in the kitchen with a hunger that only decent food could quell. The only issue was the fact that Alex was asleep and Slade couldn't cook. This left Slade’s options limited when it came to what he could eat. After a lot of consideration, Slade decided on toast. He assumed Alex left the toaster set to the correct temperature, so he just popped in two pieces of bread and waited. He made a horrible mistake. He realized this mistake when the smoke alarm started to scream at him, and so did Alex. He wasn't allowed in the kitchen by himself anymore.
“Why the hell are you making toast at two o'clock in the morning?” Alex asked in disbelief as he tossed the toast out the window and shut off the smoke alarm, leaving the window so that the apartment could air out. “Why are you trying to burn down the apartment at two o'clock in the morning?”
“I was hungry.” Slade reasoned with a half-hearted shrug, not missing the open-mouthed look of disbelief and irritation he received in return. “I wanted toast.”
“And you didn't think to check the settings?” Alex asked in an almost exasperated manner, running a hand over his face tiredly before he spoke again. “We use the toaster for all kinds of stuff!”
“I just assumed..” Slade reasoned with another half-hearted shrug, pausing for another few seconds as Alex let out a tired sigh before he tried to defend himself a bit. “I'm better at stabbing people.”
“Sit down.” Alex instructed in such a tone that had Slade obeying without question, shaking his head a bit as he walked over to the fridge. “I'll make you some damn toast.”
From there Slade sat there and watched as Alex took out four slices of bread and put them into the toaster. He adjusted the temperature and pulled down the lever to let them cook. While he waited for the toast to heat up, he took out a tub of butter and grabbed the container of cinnamon from the spice rack. It took several seconds for the toast to pop up, but the second it did, Alex snatched them up one by one and spread a generous amount of butter on top before he applied a light dusting of cinnamon and sugar to each piece. Slade felt his mouth salivate as Alex sat the plate of toast in front of him. He was in love, and he knew Alex loved him in return to stand there and make him toast instead of screaming at him.
“I love you.” Slade remarked as he picked up his first piece of toast, taking notice of how Alex didn't respond, which made him double down on this fact in an instant and in a much more desperate manner. “I love you Alex.”
“I love you too, but stay out of the kitchen.” Alex responded as he walked over and kissed the side of Slade’s head as he ate, carding his fingers through his hair before he spoke again. “I'm going back to bed.”
“I'll be there in a few minutes.” Slade mused with a smile on his face, watching Alex as he stumbled back towards their bedroom before he turned his attention back to his food. “Delicious.”
Slade finished off the four pieces of toast in an amount of time most would call him a whore for, but if he was going to be fortunate enough to be born without a gag reflex, then he would be damned if he didn't put it to use. Alex was halfway asleep when he crawled into bed with him. He let out a small comment about how he tasted like cinnamon when he kissed him before crawling onto his arms and burying his face in his chest. Alex loved him. There was no doubt about that fact, and Slade was thankful for it.