After Nick had found out Connor could cook eggs he started pestering him for other things. Could he cook pasta? Yes. How about a good steak? Yes. What about stir-fry? Yes.
Being the only one in the house who could cook Connor had been appointed official chef and making dinner became his chore.
It worked out though, Connor would sit back and watch as Nick and Stephen washed the dishes and did the washing and vacuumed and they started eating something that wasn't from a carton.
He'd had to ban them from the kitchen thought, Nick picked at the ingredients, eating dry noodles and uncooked veggies until shooed out and Stephen either just found Connor in an apron irresistibly sexy or he just liked to see how often he could distract him. He'd run out of or burnt more than a few ingredients before he'd learnt to ban them both while he was cooking.
Connor had never really enjoyed cooking, it was a chore, not his least favorite but not really something he'd liked. But cooking for Nick and Stephen as they reached around him to steal peas or squeeze his ass was something he could get used to.