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Ryland has been craving cookies, but he wants very specific cookies that his boyfriend's make.
Tom is a surprisingly good baker and Simon has always loved baking. Ryland has once burned water, so he's here for moral support.
“Ryland, stop eating the batter, you'll get salmonella.” Simon sighs.
Ryland groans, but sticks another spoonful of cookie batter in his mouth. Tom snorts and leans down, kissing Ryland on the cheek.
“Don't be such a grumpy. He'll be fine.” Tom chuckles.
“Yeah Si.” Ryland says, drawing out the “yeah”.
Simon laughs and throws a handful of flour at Ryland. Ryland gasps in both horror and offense. “How dare you.”
Ryland grabs a handful of flour and throws it at Simon. Simon cackles and suddenly Tom throws a handful of flour at Simon.
Simon stares at Tom for a long moment. “Oh it's on.” Simon grabs an egg and throws it at Tom.
Tom screams. “NOT THE HAIR!”
Ryland laughs uncontrollably and suddenly there's egg on his face…literally. Ryland screeches and flings the yolk onto the counter.
Simon smiles triumphantly and then Tom throws a handful of chocolate chips at Ryland. Ryland gasps and stares at Tom in betrayed
“Don't stare at me like that pretty boy.”
“I thought you were on my side.” Ryland sniffles.
Tom looks guilty and steps closer to Ryland, thats when Ryland strikes. He throws a handful of flour at Tom and Tom squeals.
“You got it in my hair!” He cries.
Ryland cackles like a witch. “PAYBACK BITCH!”
Both of Ryland's boyfriends stare at Ryland in shock over the fact that he said a cure word. He's a grown man. Just because he doesn't cuss doesn't mean he can't.
“You said “Bitch”...” Simon whispers in horror.
“I did.”
“That's hot.” Tom whispers.
Ryland snorts and Simon face palms. “Tommy, don't encourage his profanity.”
“What!? It is!” Tom says defensively.
“It is, but that's not the point." Simon sighs but laughs softly.
Ryland is a teacher. He doesn't cuss because of that. He allows himself three cuss words a year, maybe more depending on the circumstances.
“I'm allowed to curse, Si. I'm a grown man.”
“Oh yeah you are.” Tom smirks, wagging his eyebrows suggestively.
“Oh shush.” Ryland snorts.
“We're never getting cookies if you guys don't settle down.” Simon groans.
Ryland sits back in his seat and puts his chin on the counter, looking like the perfect angel that he is.
“Oh don't look so innocent.” Simon laughs.
“But I am. You call me Angel.” Ryland says and makes an imaginary halo around his head.
Simon laughs and starts cleaning up the mess while Tom scoops the cookie batter onto a cookie sheet. Ryland hums softly, enjoying the quiet peacefulness that settles over them.