Saturday, midday

     All of Friday, Frey had been thinking about his kiss with Daniel. They both had been a bit tipsy, but Frey himself was far from drunk and he remembered everything about it.

Daniel's soft lips, his tongue grazing his, their breaths mixing.

As soon as his lips had touched Daniel's, he had gotten too nervous to do much, so he was glad Daniel had answered the kiss, and sort of taken over control.

The first kiss didn't even last that long until Daniel pulled back and asked him what they were doing. Frey had no real answer to that, so he just shrugged and smirked, telling Daniel they were just having fun.

But it was more than fun to him; he liked kissing Daniel more than he had previously liked kissing anyone.

And apparently, Daniel felt the same, because after a short silence, they both had leaned in to kiss some more, and eventually they ended up on the couch, Daniel on top of him, making out.

Frey got turned on by Daniel, and that made him reconsider his sexuality. He never had been interested or attracted to a guy before, but with Daniel things were different.

Kissing Daniel had made him feel like flying. He was still soaring now, two days later, and he wasn't all that confused about it.

Though, when he really started thinking about it, he did become a little confused. Was he bisexual? Or was Daniel just an exception to his straightness? And did it really matter? It wasn't like he wanted a relationship, and Daniel was the type of guy that wasn't into a friends-with-benefits situation, or anything of that sort.

Besides, he liked Jenna too. He just didn't know to what extend he liked her.

None of it really mattered right then, because the first thing he wanted, was to stop thinking about the kiss in the first place.

He didn't want to remember how Daniel had pushed him down on the couch, or how his hands had slipped under Frey's shirt to touch bare skin. He didn't want to think about Daniel's lips trailing kisses down the side of his neck, or the fact he wanted to take Daniel home with him to continue what they started.

He needed to stop thinking about it, since there wasn't any future behind it anyway.

And since Jenna just entered the apartment, holding a bag full of groceries, Frey really needed to push the thoughts aside and focus on her.

She had helped him on Wednesday, and somehow, they became close friends in a matter of days. It's not like Frey shared everything with her—that would be too fast. But he did enjoy her company and they had been talking nonstop without him getting bored.

Or even think about seducing her.

Not that he didn't want to, it just wasn't his focus whenever he talked to her.

And somewhere yesterday, while they had been sending texts, they found out they shared an interest in baking, and agreed to bake cupcakes that Saturday.

Frey hadn't baked in a while, since he didn't want his mother to find out he indeed enjoyed doing it and have her make an obsession out of it.

But his mother wasn't here, and his father didn't mind Frey having friends over to bake cupcakes. He just requested them to be red velvet, because he craved red velvet.

So, they were about to bake red velvet cupcakes, in the time Frey would normally be obligated to do homework.

His mother's schedule was still stuck in the back of his mind, and he initially had replied to Jenna's suggestion with the fact he wasn't supposed to have fun until around four in the afternoon.

She didn't say anything about it, she didn't make fun of him, and it took him until he came home to his father's apartment to realise, he wasn't going to be forced to spend his Saturday on chores and schoolwork.

He was free to fill in his own schedule, as long as he wouldn't fall behind on schoolwork.

And now, Jenna was in their kitchen, emptying the bag full of ingredients, while Frey was unwrapping new supply for the kitchen, since his father didn't really have anything useful to bake with.

"So, mister Sanders." Jenna nudged him while she started helping to unwrap the new stuff, like the scale Frey had bought that morning.

His father's kitchen utensils screamed 'single and in my forties'. Besides a couple of pans and pots, and some cutlery, there really wasn't anything. He was the kind of guy that—if he ever decided to cook—would just decide on stir-fry without any fresh ingredients.

"Yes, Jenna?" He replied, bumping his hip against her to send her off balance. She laughed softly and the sound in itself made him smile.

"Where did you go on Thursday? Spill the tea."

"I already told you, I hit Mitchel, and I iced my hand because I was too far off to coordinate my fist well." He waved his bruised hand in front of her face. It still hurt a bit, but not as bad as he expected.

"I could've kissed it better." Jenna wiggled her eyebrows, before she started laughing, and Frey joined her.

"Than kiss it better." He suggested with a laugh, stretching out his hand.

She chuckled, carefully took his hand in her petite hand, and pressed a careful kiss on top of the bruise. "There, there, honey..." She cooed. "Mommy will make it all better."

Frey laughed hard, pushing her away playfully, finishing with unpacking the baking trey. "You're crazy."

"Oh, and you like it, don't you?" She winked, nudging him once more.

"Only because it means we can communicate on the same level."

And yet again, Jenna laughed, and the sound of her laughter sent chills through his spine; good chills.

How did he go from not interested in anyone on a romantic level, at all, to interested in a girl and a boy in the same time?

Jenna had made an impression that he couldn't simply ignore. But this was bound to become difficult, Frey knew that much.

He just had to keep his flirting to a minimum to prevent anyone from getting hurt.

And he didn't exactly know why he suddenly started caring about that part, but he did anyway.

"I need the frosting," Jenna told him, gesturing for him to move on and finish it.

"It still doesn't taste right." Frey grumbled, contemplating on adding more flavour. He didn't want it to get too sweet, and he currently used the exact measurements the recipe had suggested, but he didn't like the taste of it.

"Let me taste," Jenna demanded, waving her hand to tell him to hand over the bowl.

"Here..." Frey wiped a bit off the spatula with his finger, holding it out for her to taste with a daring smirk on his face. "Taste."

She snorted, grabbed his wrist, and licked the frosting of his finger in a little too sensual way.

Frey swallowed, knowing she had used her attractiveness to turn his joke around and make him feel awkward instead of her.

"Hmm, needs more flavour," She muttered, still holding onto his wrist.

"Can you let go?" Frey asked, while he was trying to ignore the swirling feeling in his stomach. "So I can actually add flavour?"

Jenna smirked, and released her hold on his wrist, stepping closer to help him with the frosting.

With the two of them, they added, mixed, tasted and repeated it until they were both pleased with the outcome. By now, it turned more into a food fight than in cupcake baking, but Frey was enjoying himself—covered in flour, sugar and frosting.

After they finally put the frosting on top of the cupcakes, they were admiring the result from a small distance, standing side by side.

"We're a good team." Jenna nodded proudly, and Frey smiled, nodding in agreement.

"You've got a bit of..." Frey leaned over to wipe a bit of frosting from her cheek, and she turned to look at him, causing him to stop moving, while his finger was now covered with frosting again.

Her smile faded, and the tension between them grew.

"You too..." Jenna mumbled, her finger grazing his lip to remove a bit of leftover frosting. Her fingers lingered close for a while, until she cupped his cheek with her hand, and both started to lean in while still staring at each other.

"So, how are the cupcakes?" His father called out cheerfully, as his footsteps came closer.

Frey and Jenna both scrambled away from each other, faces red in embarrassment as they both seemed to realise what they were about to do.

Frey's father was unaware of what he had interrupted, walking over to the cupcakes. Or maybe he was aware and just like to tease Frey a bit.

Frey couldn't really tell, but his timing was really of.

"They smell good, they look good, but do they taste good too?" Frey's father hummed, rubbing his hands together. "Can I taste?"

Frey and Jenna—still staring at each other—woke up from their stupor.

"Huh? Yeah... sure!" Frey turned to face his father, who scooped up a cupcake right in that moment.

"What are you going to do with the rest?"

"Eh... taste them ourselves?" Frey shrugged, and moved to grab one to hand over to Jenna, before he took one himself. "Jenna's gonna take a couple home, and I'll take the rest to work tonight."

His father nodded, but he was too consumed with tasting the cupcake to respond. But by the looks of it, he enjoyed the cupcake, and Frey figured he really must have been unaware of his timing to walk into the kitchen.

That could've been awkward.

"So ehm..." Jenna trailed, before she took a bite from the cupcake. "Hmm, o my god, these are so good!" She told Frey with wide eyes and a mouth-full of cupcake.

Frey chuckled, taking a bite himself, savouring the taste of their self-made Red Velvet cupcakes. And indeed, they were good.

They each ate two, before Frey grabbed a plastic container to put in a couple for Jenna to take home.

Jenna was awkwardly silent ever since Frey's father had interrupted them, and he didn't really know how to handle the situation either. His father eventually left them alone in the kitchen, and for a while, they cleaned up after themselves in silence.

"Frey?" Jenna whispered.

"Yes?"

"Is he coming back?"

"I think he's reading the news paper now, why?"

Jenna grabbed his arm, and he turned to face her, just in time to see she was leaning in, catching his lips with hers.

Frey dropped the towel he was holding, a bit surprised as her hand slid into his hair.

He turned to answer her kiss, pulling her closer while deepening it.

Jenna's hands now both held his head, while he pushed her against the kitchen counter, his hands on her hips.

"Jenna..." Frey muttered with his lips still against hers.

Jenna refused to let go, but pulled back enough to stare at him with dark eyes. "I... I'm sorry—"

"What are we doing?"

"I really wanted to do that..."

Frey chuckled as her cheeks became a light shade of red. They were still standing against each other, and each movement Jenna made, Frey had to keep himself from moaning. He didn't want to lust after her like he had done to way too many girls. He didn't want to ruin their friendship, no matter how new it was. He liked her, too much to lose her.

"We ehm—we shouldn't..." she drawled, letting go of Frey.

He stepped back a bit, ruffling his hair, feeling a bit awkward. "I don't want to ruin our friendship." Frey voiced his thoughts, clearing his throat. "But ehm—"

Jenna stared at him expectantly. "Maybe we... could go out? For real?"

"Are you asking me on a date?" Jenna smirked a but, one eyebrow pulled up. "Is Frey Sanders asking me out?"

"Yeah... I guess I am." Frey chuckled. "Jen, will you go on a real date with me?

"Yeah, Frey, I'd like that."

"Good..." He smiled, and she smiled back, and he just knew she wasn't like any other girl to him. He actually liked her.

He just needed to figure out what to do with Daniel before things would get out of hand.

Words +/- 2004