"God fucking damn it!" Kenny cursed, as he pulled the fourth cake he had made this evening out of the oven. The cake hadn't risen at all, and was sunken in the middle. At least it wasn't burnt this time.

"Dude, is everything alright?" Kenny hadn't noticed, Stan had arrived home from his evening classes already, and was standing in the kitchen door watching his boyfriend.

"Yeah. Well… No. I can't fucking do this shit."

"What are you making?" Stan asked, walking over to comfort Kenny.

"I'm trying to make a cake, It's Karen's birthday tomorrow. Mom never made her a cake when we were kids, and she deserves to have a good birthday for once… but I've never baked a thing in my life and I don't know what the fuck I'm doing.

"Alright, Let's do this together. I'll help."

Kenny smiled. "Thanks Stan." And leaned in to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I don't know what I'm doing wrong, do you know how to do this?"

"I do, actually. My dad made me cook with him when he was obsessed with all those cooking shows. It was totally stupid, but at least I know how to cook." Stan picked up the recipe book Kenny was using, "This is way too complicated dude, You just need a few ingredients, and it's gonna taste just as good. Now I'm gonna work on the frosting, and you're gonna make the cake. I know you can do it."

Stan scribbled down a simple vanilla cake recipe on a piece of paper for Kenny.

It didn't take long for Stan to whip up some frosting, and then he sat and watched his boyfriend. Kenny was deep in concentration, trying to make this the final attempt, he wanted it perfect, and so he hadn't noticed Stan was finished, just watching him. Stan loved watching Kenny, whatever he was doing, and he loved how much he cared about his sister, he was so protective of her, and he'd do anything for her.

Kenny finished stirring the batter, and poured it into the cake tin, and finally into the oven.

"I knew you could do it babe" Stan was right behind him now, and put his arms around him.

"We don't know that it's gonna work out yet. It still has to cook."

"I'm sure it's going to be just perfect"

Kenny turned around, so they were face to face, and Stan leaned in, kissing him on the lips. Kenny slipped his arms around Stan and pulled him in close. "I love you" Kenny whispered, and kissed Stan again, this time slipping his tongue in as well, Stan moaned as Kenny's hands moved down to rest on his butt, and Stan moved in even closer, Kenny could feel how much he was enjoying this. Stan's hand travelled down to Kenny's pants, and started to unbutton them, but Kenny pulled away.

"We can't… We have to wait for the cake."

"You're right Ken, I don't want it to burn. I just want you so badly."

"I can see that," Kenny grinned. "You'll just have to wait until after we're done with the cake, but don't worry, I'm certainly going to make it worth the wait."

"Fuck, Ken, You're so hot I can't take it."

"I know" Kenny kissed him on the cheek, "Now, I've gotta check this cake."

Kenny opened the oven, and pulled out a perfectly risen, lightly golden cake. Perfect.

"Fuck yeah! I did it Stan!"

"I'm so proud of you!" Stan gave him a kiss, "But you know it takes about an hour to cool before you can put the frosting on, right? Any ideas of what you wanna do while we wait?"

"I can think of one thing." Kenny said with a grin, "I think it's time we move to the bedroom."

"I couldn't think of anything better."

Kenny took Stan's hand, and led him into their bedroom, closing the door behind him – Their next activity needed some privacy.