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Ozolog’s mother had to work an extra hour at the hospital that day. Finding himself alone, Ozolog had a bright idea to invite Brandon over for a sleepover at his house. After an albeit somewhat awkward exchange with Brandon’s mother, they both received her permission.
The world was ghost-quiet, except the buzz of TV static that danced with the room, the cold air stung the skin as Ozolog stretched with a yawn, slowly gaining consciousness from waking up. He opened his eyes to Brandon still watching the TV as he softly ran his fingers through Ozolog’s long tangled hair.
It took a while before Brandon realised that his boyfriend has woken up from his sleep, “Wakey wakey,” Brandon teased while chuckling slightly “You fell asleep on my lap earlier, I don’t want to wake you up”
“Oh, right. Sorry dude.” Ozolog said. It’s not really something to apologize for, in fact, Brandon enjoyed the presence of Ozolog when he slept on his lap earlier, but never in a million years would Brandon admit that.
The humming of the TV quietly harmonizes with the silent night, the sound of crickets buzzing lies under it. Ozolog took a quick glance at the ticking clock; it’s quarter past one. “You can’t sleep, can you?”
There’s no verbal response from Brandon, just a nod. Ozolog clicked his tongue under his breath. “C’mon dude, go to sleep or something~” Ozolog said with an annoyance in his voice.
Brandon let out a snicker. “Don’t you think I’ve tried already?”
A short lived whine passed before Ozolog lifted his head from Brandon’s lap. “Dude please, I'm begging you.” He pulled Brandon's wrist. The said gesture earned a playful smile from Brandon, a smile so warm it could light up Ozolog’s whole heart.
“But I’m not sleepy yet! Just go to sleep yourself.”
“But I want to sleep with you~” Ozolog confessed.
“What are you, five?” Brandon stuck out his tongue mockingly.
With a soft grunt of frustration, Ozolog leaned against Brandon, resting his head on Brandon’s shoulder, which Brandon embraced with wrapping an arm around his boyfriend.
“Hey don’t be grumpy alright?” Brandon playfully pinches Ozolog’s cheeks. “Let’s put a smile on that pretty face.” A slight blush spread warmly across Ozolog’s face before Brandon pulled him. Ozolog, still eepy from his sleep reluctantly follows.
Ozolog can’t help but wonder, where does his boyfriend get all of this energy from? Especially in the middle of the night like this. But nevertheless his thoughts come to an abrupt stop as Brandon leads him to the kitchen. “What, what is this for?” Ozolog asked.
“We’re making brownies!” Brandon said with a tone full of excitement.
“Dude, do you even know how to make brownies?”
Brandon shrugged and glanced at Ozolog “I do, actually. I learned the recipes from the chef show thingy earlier.”
Ah, so that explains why he’s so energetic all of a sudden, Ozolog whispered under his breath.
“So are you going to help me or not?” Brandon asked, his smile beamed.
“Pfft, like I can refuse with that adorable face of yours,” Ozolog clicked his tongue, “But first you need to wear an apron, you don’t want to stain your PJs don’tcha?” He grabbed the apron that was hanging from the rack not far from him, handing it over to Brandon
Brandon’s gaze fixed at the recently handed apron before looking away shyly, “Can you like, help me wear this?” He said sheepishly.
There’s a quiet ‘Heh’ from Ozolog before he gently leaned over to Brandon. Despite Ozolog’s slow, uneven movement, considering the fact that he just woken up, his touch doesn’t fail to make Brandon all flustered in a bright red. The way Ozolog put the apron loop over Brandon’s head and then secured it neatly by wrapping the apron ties around his waist is apparently just too much for Brandon.
“Well then,” Ozolog brushes his hand, his tired and deadpan face begins to transition into his usual annoying smirk. The smirk that Brandon finds attractive for some ungodly reason. “Do you have the Brownies recipes?”
“Yup!” Brandon points to a piece of paper on his other hand. “Got it all right here!”
“Well, let’s get started then.” Brandon energetically listed off the ingredients, which Ozolog started retrieving. Starting their baking process. Ozolog laid the ingredients on the kitchen counter in front of them. Butter, Chocolate, Eggs, Vanilla extract, Cocoa powder, All-purpose flour and a shaker of salt.
“Who puts salts on their sweets?” Ozolog questioned.
Brandon shrugged his shoulders, “I don’t know, the chef said it adds a little ‘kick’ to the brownies.”
Ozolog decided it’s best to not question it further. He lit the stove, a metallic-gray sauce pan sat over the burning blaze under it. Brandon crushed the chocolates with his hand, a few minutes passed before he mixed it with the butter on the sauce pan.
The sweet fragrance of chocolate goods filled the kitchen as it started to mix with the butter, twirling like a windmill as gently as Brandon stirred the liquid. “Careful ‘kay? It’s hot.”
Brandon nodded before continuing to gently stir the chocolate. Ozolog, on the other hand, whisks the eggs and the vanilla extract with a jagged pace.
“Try whisking it slower, Ozo.”
“I’m trying okay.” Ozolog said while failing miserably to whisk the eggs. Brandon giggled at his boyfriend shenanigans.
“Here, let me help you.” Brandon’s arm reached for Ozolog’s, his smaller hand guided Ozolog’s hand into stirring it slower. Brandon’s left hand pressed firmly at the bowl, while the other tenderly guided the pace of his partner's hand.
Because of his shorter height, Brandon has to stand on his tip toes, his chin resting at Ozolog’s shoulder. It’s a rare sight really now that he thinks about it. Brandon always used to be the one that gets hugged, the one that gets comforted, the one that needs guidance. But now, he’s practically hugging Ozolog from behind.
It doesn’t take long before the custard begins to mix, forming a beautiful gradient of yellow tint and soft, dreamy white cream. “See, it’s not that hard!”
“Whatever dude,” Ozolog looked away, “Now, get off of me!”
“Ah- I’m sorry!”
They both continue the baking process. Ozolog grabbed the bowl of custard, pouring the flour and cocoa powder into the bowl, mixing them together in the process. Brandon on the other hand, albeit somewhat struggling, he cut the extra chunk of chocolates into chunks.
“Careful with the knife okay?” Brandon nodded in response.
Finally, Ozolog nimbly scraped the mixture into the lined pan. “Hmm~ it smells so good already,” He put the pan into the oven before setting the temperature.
“I can’t wait to try it.” Brandon’s sentence got interrupted with a yawn. “So, wanna watch something while we wait-”
“Absolutely not.” Ozolog shook his head, “You’re going to sleep.”
“W-what? But I work hard for the brownies! At least let me try it first.” Brandon begged his boyfriend.
A sigh came out from Ozolog’s mouth, “Nope, your mom will be mad if I let you stay up this late.” A sigh passed, “And I know you’re already sleepy.”
“I’m not!” Brandon protested, though a heavy yawn escaped from his mouth, betraying him.
Ozolog pulled Brandon’s wrist, guiding him to his bedroom. Ozolog’s action earned a whine from Brandon. “Please dude, just go to sleep okay? It’s not good if you keep staying up late like this. And don’t pout, that will not work this time.”
Brandon just stood there quietly, his body finally catching up with how exhausted he actually was, practically begging for him to sleep. “...Alright then.” Brandon murmured, letting Ozolog lead him to the edge of the bed. “But Ozo… can I get a good night kiss?” There’s a glint of mischief sparked in his tone.
Ozolog snickered, “Sure, if that's what you want.” He leaned forward, his fingers embraced Brandon’s warm puffed cheeks, their gaze locked into each other. Brandon, surprised by Ozolog’s action, reflexively covered his face shyly.
“N-not this kind of kiss!!” His voice stuttered as his heartbeat was hammering at that moment.
“Oh, I’m.. sorry, got carried away there.” Ozolog giggled at the sight of his red-faced eepy boyfriend getting all flustered by a ‘simple’ gesture.
Brandon shook his head quickly, “I mean.. I don’t mind if you want to.”
“Oh? Well then, do you wanna do it or not? Your call~”
Silence stretched for a while before Brandon nodded.
Such a simple movement is enough answer for Ozolog, albeit somewhat reluctant, his hand reached for Brandon’s, prying open Brandon’s defense.
Brandon closed his eyes pathetically, easing the growing tension that was forming between the two. Ozolog tenderly caressed Brandon’s cheeks, his thumb hovering over his boyfriend’s freckles, which sent a shiver down Brandon’s body. Ozolog swallowed hard before leaning in closer and closer to Brandon.
Not long after the edge of their lips finally connected to each other, a warm sensation washed them over, so overwhelming to both Brandon and Ozolog. It was a little messy, but it was sweet and enough for the two of them.
They both sink into the kiss, their heart beating into a rhythmic melody, Brandon’s finger grasping at Ozolog’s shoulder before wrapping his arms around Ozolog’s neck, pulling him closer.
Their warm affection lingers for a while before Ozolog parted. “Am I doing it correctly?”
Ozolog lets out a breathless chuckle before assuring his boyfriend “No, you’re doing great, just don’t hold your breath next time.”
“..Alright” Brandon lets out a breath that he hadn’t realised he was holding the entire time. The awkward silence burned before Ozolog extinguished it with a laugh.
“Well then, go to sleep okay? I’ll join you in a bit.” He patted the bed beside him.
“Okay… but don’t eat the brownies while I sleep okay?”
Ozolog smirked, pulling a blanket over Brandon. “No promises!”