Geoff's POV

"I'm hungry." My housemate complained. Sighing, I put down my phone and looked at him. "What do you want?"

"Pizza!"

"We had that yesterday." I pointed out. "Fine. Surprise me." He then left the kitchen, leaving me to my own devices. I did a quick cupboard search, grabbed what I needed along with some bowls, spoons, measuring jugs and stuff putting them next to the sink.

I had a recipe embedded into my brain from when I would make this recipe with Sarah and my Dad. We made them every Sunday because they were my Mom's favourite. Dad would cut one into thirds and we'd all eat our third in her memory.

Tears sprung to my eyes as I remembered throwing flour at my sister. She would shriek and throw some back. Our Mom would just sit and watch us, laughing quietly. When we first started making them we knew they tasted bad but she always pretended not to notice. Luckily we got better as we grew up and learned what a timer was but it was still fun.

"Geoff? What's wrong?" I looked through the blur of salty water and saw two eyes staring at me, filled with concern.

"Nothing. Just remembering." My voice cracked a bit. My housemate pulled me into his arms, stroking my hair. His embrace was familiar and his scent was forever lodged in my mind. There were many times when he had to calm me down and make me feel better. I wished I could do the same for him.

Whenever he had panic attacks all I could do was sit by him and hug him until his breathing regulated. I knew what he wanted to hear and I would tell him just that, staying with him until he fell asleep but it was never enough. He saved me from myself and I could never be as strong as he was.

"Talk to me. What's going on." He never moved, never let go. "I miss my Mom." I cried. Adulthood can kiss my ass, I just want to be young again and safe in her arms. "I know sweetheart." He said. My roomate was always talkative, he could honestly sit and chat all day but when quiet was needed and words weren't he would close his mouth, sit down and shut up.

"I'm sorry Aws. I'm crying all over you." I gave a light hearted laugh, sniffing and rubbing my eyes. He blushed at the nickname and nodded. "It's ok. Do you want to continue baking or not?"

"I do. But I want to do it with you." Awsten smiled and picked up a spoon. "Ok then Geoff, over to you." I took it from him and spoke into it like a microphone. "Thank you Mr Knight. Welcome to my cooking channel. I like to refer to myself as Chef Geoff and this is my wonderful plum haired assistant." I pointed at Awsten.

"I'm his boyfriend but he refuses to tell anyone." I rolled my eyes at him. Our relationship wasn't complicated it just wasn't labelled. We had sex but that was it. I had to admit that I had developed an attraction towards him, his boyish charm and his good naturedness but in fear of being shot down I never said anything.

"First we get the flour and we pour it into a bowl." Aws started, still acting as if he was in front of a camera. "Awsten careful you're gonna s-"

A cloud of flour flew up between us, covering us head to toe in white powder. "-pill it." I finished. "Oops." He put the bag down and leant it. I thought he was going to kiss me instead he licked my cheek. "Ew! What the Hell!"

He was too busy leaning onto the counter and coughing to answer. "It doesn't taste nice."

"No shit it's flour you dickhead."

"Rude!"

"Shut up and put the damn flour in the bowl."

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Fourty minutes later and the muffin's are ready. "Hmm smells good." The heterochromic boy sniffs the air and smiles. "They're gonna be hot-"

"Like you."

"-so give them time to cool." I ignored his comment and took them out the oven, hot air blasted in my face as I did so. "I have a good way of passing the time." Plum boy said. "Oh yeah, what is it?"

He pressed his lips to mine pinning me against the wall. I tangled my fingers into his hair and kissed back, biting his bottom lip and slipping my tongue into his mouth. Awsten started to grind against me but I pulled away.

"Wait, wait." I fought to catch my breath before continuing. "What are we?"

"People."

"Stop being a smartass. You know what I mean."

"Housemates, friends, boyfriends. Anything you want." Awsten said, kissing me again. "I like the sound of that last one." I whispered against his lips. "Me too."

We kisses again until he pulled back. "Are they ready now?" He was so impatient and bouncy like a rabbit or something. When he had blue hair I would call him a blue rabbit until I stopped because we both found Patrick Stump's solo music.

"Yeah sure. Try one if you want." The words had barely left my lips before Awsten was sinking his teeth into one. His eyelids fluttered and he emitter a noise I thought only I had the power to make him let out. Who knew muffins could create an orgasm?

"These are so good Gee! You're definitely my Chef Geoff."

"And you're my muffin man."

The ending was cringey I'm sorry!! I made muffins and they were a complete flop so you've been gifted with this. You can request something if you want because I have absolutely no inspiration and I wanna know what kind of stuff you guys wanna read. Have a good day/afternoon/evening xox