Disclaimer: I own nothing except a deep-seated desire to play with Glitch's hair. (I mean, have you seen those curls? Damn.)
Author's Notes: First of all, this story is dedicated to my best friend and brother-in-spirit. Also, if this isn't to your liking, I'd turn back if I were you. However, constructive criticism is always appreciated and encouraged.
"Glitch, what in Ozma's name are you eating?" Cain asked incredulously.
He had just walked out of the bathroom to find his boyfriend on their bed eating some sort of chocolate-scented brown goo.
"It's called Nutella. DG brought it back from the Other Side," he replied, licking the last of it from his fork. "Want some?"
"No thanks," the ex-Tin Man responded. "You know I'm not too fond of sweets."
He said nothing, just smirked, grabbing another forkful and eating it slowly. As he closed his eyes in a state of almost-orgasmic bliss, Cain rolled his eyes fondly at his head case's actions, settling onto the bed to watch the show.
...and then, Glitch was straddling Cain's lap, kissing him languidly and tangling his hands into his hair. When they pulled apart, Cain could taste the Nutella his love had been eating in his own mouth along with something uniquely Glitch.
"You tricked me!" Cain exclaimed.
Glitch looked at him, a wide, mischievous grin on his face. "I had to get you to taste it somehow."
Cain sighed affectionately. Yes, Nutella was indeed delicious...if he was sharing it with his Glitch.