Entry #: 13
For: YuBo WAVE!2
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Yuriy had never been good at cooking. Everything he had tried to cook had either come out wrong, or was dropped somehow. It didn't help that he despised anything to do with cooking. He swore the kitchen appliances were possessed and he was convinced that a pot of macaroni hissed at him once. Yet today he found himself in the kitchen, glaring at a box of cake mix.
Today was Boris' birthday and he desperately wanted to do something special for his love. Plus, money was tight right now because of Yuriy's hospital bills from the last tournament. Yuriy had tried to get Boris to let him get a job, but Boris had refused since Yuriy was still not quite healed up.
Sighing softly Yuriy picked up the offending box of cake mix, turning it over in his hands, searching for the directions. It was no use in simply standing there and staring at it any longer. It wasn't like the cake was going to fix itself, no matter how hard Yuriy wished it would. Reading the directions swiftly, he went to the refrigerator and got the ingredients out turning the oven on and getting a bowl to mix them all in afterwards.
After mixing the ingredients together, Yuriy poured the batter into the pan and shoved it in the oven. Yuriy sat down at the small kitchen table, his blue eyes flickering over at the clock. Yuriy smiled. Boris would be home soon. Sighing somewhat dreamily, Yuriy remembered what his first birthday as Boris' lover was like. Boris had whisked him off to Paris for the weekend using Kai's private plane.
Giggling to himself, Yuriy recalled how absolutely blissful their first night there was. He didn't think Boris had ever been more gentle in his life. That night had been absolutely perfect, just like the rest of the weekend. Yuriy wished he could do something that special for Boris, instead of just baking him a lousy cake.
Yuriy's blue eyes widened as he suddenly remembered the cake. He jumped up and ran over to the oven, sliding on oven mitts and pulled the "cake" out of the oven. Yuriy frowned softly. It wasn't that burnt. Maybe Boris wouldn't notice it that much if he used lots of icing.
Putting the cake on the cooling rack, he began to quickly spread chocolate icing all over its surface. That is, until he realized the icing was only becoming runny and coming back off since the cake was too hot. Sighing dejectedly, Yuriy flopped down onto the kitchen floor, the icing spreader still in his hands.
He had wanted it to be special, but now it was all ruined. He had tried so hard to make everything work right this time, but he had failed once more. Pulling his knees up to his chest, Yuriy sniffled softly, not even hearing the apartment door open and then shut again.
Boris walked into the kitchen, his nose wrinkling at the smell of the burnt cake. Seeing his redhead sitting dejectedly on the floor, he frowned.
"Yuriy, what's wrong?"
Blue eyes widened and he quickly stood up, fiddling somewhat shyly with the icing spreader.
" I tried to bake you a birthday cake but…it got ruined."
Boris however, paid the cake no mind, finally getting a good look at the smaller Russian. He was clad only in a white apron trimmed in ice blue. Boris smirked and walked over to Yuriy, abruptly picking the blue eyed teen up bridal style, making him squeak softly.
"That's okay. I've got all I want right here."
Yuriy blushes and wrapped his arms around Boris' neck, letting the icing spreader fall carelessly to the floor.
'Maybe,' Yuriy thought, 'things aren't ruined after all.'
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Tehehe. Fluffiness. Please review:D.