"Oatmeal raisin cookies are good," a brown haired boy stated, staring at the cookie in his hand with a grin

"Oatmeal raisin cookies are good," a brown haired boy stated, staring at the cookie in his hand with a grin. He glanced over at the other boy, who shook his head, smiling.

"You're a weird little man, Race," he laughed.

"But you have to admit, they are pretty good," Race persisted.

"Not as good as white chocolate chip."

"Spot Conlon, I shun you!" Race yelled, turning with his back and folding his arms. Spot sighed, moving closer to the childish boy. He wrapped his arms around Race's waist and pulled him even closer. "Spot!"

"Hmm?" Race turned, about to get annoyed, but laughed at the sight of his boyfriend. He had a cookie sticking out of his mouth. Leaning over, Racetrack took a bite out of the cookie before taking it from Spot's mouth.

"I guess oatmeal raisin cookies are good but I can name something better," Spot grinned, licking the crumbs off his lips. Before Racetrack could respond he felt Spot's lips against his.

"Cookies are pretty damn sweet."