"So spaghetti?" Carlos asked.
"Yes, that sounds wonderful, dear Carlos," Cecil answered down the phone. "Wheat and by-product free, though, of course."
"Right, of course. Alrighty then. I'll see you at home, sweetie," Carlos bid goodbye. "Love you."
"I love you, too," Cecil said before hanging up the phone, and turning back to his desk and microphone just as the Weather Report was finishing up.
After signing off, Cecil made sure that he had his cell phone and keys, and he left the station for the short drive back to his and Carlos's apartment. He parked, and entered the code to the front door of the complex, then he went to their first level apartment, and went inside.
There in the kitchen, standing before the stove and stirring a boiling pot of pasta, was Carlos, dressed in nice-fitting jeans and a dark green button-down shirt. He looked over at Cecil, who had just shut the door and set his keys on the counter.
"Hi my honey!" Carlos said as Cecil went to his side and kissed his cheek. "It's almost ready, I promise."
"No problem," Cecil told him, and moved to the next cabinet. "What would you like to drink?"
"Anything is fine," he replied, and Cecil set their drinks on the table as Carlos set out the spaghetti, but something was different. . . .
"Carlos? Why is the spaghetti on one big plate?"
"It's the last clean one."
"Well, where are the utensils?"
"All dirty."
"Oh, um, okay." Cecil was now thoroughly confused. He could have sworn that they had just run the dishwasher. But he sat down at the table anyways. Carlos pulled his chair over so his leg was flush against Cecil's.
Carlos looked at Cecil and smiled widely before he carefully picked up one end of a piece of spaghetti and put it in his mouth. Then, he slurped the noodle into his mouth, ending with a pop!
Cecil followed suit, taking a piece of pasta between his fingers, and slurping it up.
"Mmm, this is really good," Cecil declared with a smile.
Carlos smiled back, and said, "Good" with a small chuckle.
Cecil picked up another end of a noodle, and slurped happily. Carlos did the same, and their spaghetti strands slowly got shorter and shorter. That is, until the two strands was discovered to be one really long one.
Cecil didn't notice this yet, and kept slurping happily, until he was surprised by two warm lips on his. He jumped back slightly, causing Carlos to lean back and chuckle. Cecil blushed furiously, and turned his head to the side in an attempt to hide his embarrassment.
Carlos just moved his hand to Cecil's cheek, and carefully pushed it back towards him. He smiled as he looked at his boyfriend's sheepish expression, and almost melted when Cecil's eyes met his. Cecil had such beautiful eyes.
Carlos leaned forward and kissed Cecil again, which was happily returned.
Imagine your OTP eating spaghetti like Lady and the tramp did in that animated film.