Mason tightened up the knot that held the apron around his neck before going to answer the door. To think his boyfriend was coming to help him make "Grandma McCarthy's famous Chocolate Cake",the old bag would be rolling in her grave if she knew her precious little Mason is dating a boy. He opened the door and saw Spencer standing on the other side. The blonde spoke, "How's my favorite cheerio?" Mason couldn't help how wide his usual smile got. "Come on inside and get an apron on Spence," he said with a tone of sweetness. The two intertwined their fingers as they made their way back to the kitchen. Spencer tied on the apron that was draped across a chair and took his spot next to his boyfriend. Mason took an unnecessary look at the aged note card that had the recipe scratched upon it in pen. What was the point? He had most of the family recipes committed to memory. Spencer asked, "OK what do we need to get first?" Mason answered him, "Flour, cocoa powder, and sugar." Mason gestured to where to find the first two so Spencer could be the one to get them. By the time they were both sat upon the counter, Mason was having to stand on his tiptoes to reach the sugar. Spencer could see the edge of his black boxer briefs peaking out of his jeans. He asked, with a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks, "Need some help there angel face?" Mason finally managed to get his fingers around the edge of the bag as he answered, "No, but thanks for the offer Casanova." Once the Sugar was down and on the counter as well, Mason listed off the rest of the ingredients, "Eggs, Vanilla, coffee, oil, and milk." Between Spencer and Mason, they gathered the materials and ingredients rather quickly. Mason spoke, "OK, I'll start mixing the wet and you sift the dry. Spencer nodded as he began his task despite stopping every so often to watch Mason at the sleek black stand mixer. Mason asked, once all the liquids were combined, " Got the dry ready to go in Babe?" Spencer snapped out of his trance and answered "Oh uhm yeah. Ready to go in. Want me to bring it over there?" Mason merely nodded and gestured for his boyfriend to bring the dry goods. Spencer walked over, careful not to spill a spec. Once it was added and Mason had the mixer going, Spencer snaked his arms around his boyfriend's waist. Mason spoke, "Hey you." Spencer rested his chin just over Mason's shoulder, "I'm really glad you invited me today Angel Face. This is pretty fun." Mason reached up and shut off the mixer. He took out the beaters and passed one of them to Spencer. Mason sat upon the counter and began to lick the metal of its chocolaty goodness. Spencer gave his a tentative dab with the tip of his tongue. "This is delicious!", Spencer exclaimed. His tongue began to dart around every crevice of the beater, having it spotless before Mason had half of his gone. This left Spencer to watch as Mason's tongue quirked around the cold metal to get the last bits of cake batter. He wasn't a hundred percent sure why he found that hot, but once both beaters were tossed in the sink, he felt this insatiable desire to connect his lips somewhere on Mason's body. Lucky for Spencer, his chance came in the for of just a bit of batter on his jaw. Spencer went for it without warning. His lips connected with his boyfriend's jaw. Mason let out a noise somewhere between a purr and a moan. He pried Spencer off before he could leave a hickey. He snarked, " Easy there lover boy. Let's get this in the oven, then we can take this up to my room till they're done. " Spencer couldn't help his smirk as he gripped Mason's hands so they could both pour the batter. Once it was poured and in the preheated oven, Mason lead him up the stairs.
When they heard the timer, the two had to rush downstairs, Spencer having to rezip his jeans, and Mason throwing on a sweatshirt so it couldn't be told that he wasn't wearing a shirt. Spencer slid on oven mitts and pulled out the cake. Meanwhile, Mason pulled out his bowl of frosting he made before hand. They decided to head back upstairs for a bit while the cake cooled.
Once they came back once again, Mason iced the cake and cut two slices of it. Spencer gratefully accepted his piece as they sat across from one another at the dining room table. Spencer spoke first, despite having a mouth full of cake, "I love this Angel Face." Mason responded with a bigger smile than usual, "I love you Sweetie pie."