Shishido stared at the yellowish pie that was staring at him from the table, and looked up at Choutarou. His boyfriend had been taking a cooking class, and that day he'd skipped out of the house saying he was making "lemon pie" and come back with this…thing.
"Let me get this straight," he started, staring at the younger boy, "You want me to…eat this?" Choutarou nodded and smiled his "Please-Shishido-san-do-it-because-it-would-make-me-really-happy" smile at him innocently. Shishido tried to scowl (which turned out more like a lopsided smile, because everyone knows that it's impossible for Shishido to make any other expression at his doubles partner) and reluctantly disappeared into the kitchen in search of a cutlery and plates.
"Thank you Shishido-san!" Choutarou said, smiling happily at Shishido's back. He'd made the pie special for his boyfriend, and was glad that the boy had agreed to try it. Shishido reappeared a moment later with plates and knife in hand, glaring at the pie helplessly before setting the plates down and starting to cut it. The knife slid easily into the yellow jelly-like filling and he made the second cut, using the knife (and a fork) to take the slice and place it on the plate (only somewhat neatly), before cutting another slice for Choutarou, "If I have to eat it then you do too," he stated, handing the silver haired boy a fork. The fork was accepted and they both took a bite, Shishido's eyes widening slightly at the unexpected taste. Swallowing, he asked, "What did you put in this?!"
Not to say Choutarou was a bad cook, but didn't he say that it was a lemon pie? It tasted like bananas… But his boyfriend shot him that look and he simply took another bite. After he got over the fact that it was a banana pie and not a lemon pie, Shishido found that it tasted quite good. Absently wondering if the taller boy's tasted the same, he moved closer and tiptoed to press their lips together, running his tongue over Choutarou's bottom lip, asking for entrance, which he was promptly granted. Grinning into the kiss, he slipped his tongue inside the younger boy's mouth, and ran it over his teeth. The pie tastes better, he though, in Choutarou's mouth.
