An attempt at writing happiness. It feels strange.
...it's in the cookies...
"Hello? Damian, I'm home!"
Cameron pauses and soaks in the feeling of what he just said.
"In here!"
The smell of baking cookies, beckoning him.
Cameron feels giddy, light-headed. He looks around their kitchen- theirs, what a delicious word-at the random collection of pots, pans and dishes.
Damian hums something that sounds disturbingly like Miley Cyrus under his breathe as he bustles around the room, cleaning up the ingredients. His hair is powered white and he has a brown smear across his cheek.
He can't help but think back all those weeks ago to Hannah and The Glee Project.
This is much more enjoyable. Adorable.
Damian's entire face lights up when he turns to look at Cameron in the doorway.
"Hope you like 'em, Cameron. They're Mam's special recipe."
He can't help the adoring smile he gives the other boy, doesn't want to.
This is their place.
No cameras, no Ryan Murphy, no parents.
Here they can hide away from the world. For the rest of his life, if only he could.
Cameron wipes the batter from Damian's face tenderly. Blue to brown. They do so much more then hide here. He licks the batter from his finger, eyes fluttering shut.
Damn, it tastes good.
Lips against his own. His part automatically, eagerly.
This tastes even better.
It's a lazy kiss, one that seems to last forever. His hands go to the other boy's waist, fingers curling around the belt loops of his jeans. Damian tilts his head up, arms wrapping around Cameron's neck, pulling him closer.
It tastes like happiness.
Distantly, the sound of beeping.
Damian pulls away, breathless and content.
"The cookies are burning."
Cameron pulls him closer.
"Let them. There's always tomorrow."
It tastes like perfection.
I got a request for a happy drabble and I thought why the hell not. Hope it wasn't too terrible.