Disclaimer: I still don't own Glee. But I am anxiously waiting for the new season to begin.

Bake a Cake/Cupcakes

"Jeff! I said only one cup of sugar!" Nick yelled across the kitchen, running around the island in the middle of the room to Jeff's side in the hopes of stopping his boyfriend from putting an entire bag of sugar into the bowl.

"But I like sugar! It makes things taste good," Jeff whined as Nick took the bag from his hands. Nick looked sadly into the mixing bowl where half the bag's contents lay in a heap.

"Not this much sugar," Nick said, closing the bag and putting it back in the cupboard.

"But it's sweet! Sweet is good," Jeff said, flashing his teeth towards Nick.

"Yeah, and the last time any Warbler got a hold of a bag of sugar, we were doing body shots at 3 AM, and were plastered for midterms the following day," Nick said doing some quick calculations to double the batch to compensate for the extra sugar.

"I thought that's when we got detention and had to mop and wax the gym floors?" Jeff said, watching Nick continue baking. Nick had set up a stool for him by the sink; he was only allowed to watch now.

"No," Nick said. "That one was after we had a water balloon fight and accidently knocked over the statue of Mister Dalton into the water fountain."

"Oh," Jeff said, swiveling on the stool. "Right."

Nick shook some salt into the mixer, cracked a few eggs, and pressed start. The beater started slowly, eventually building up speed.

"But you know," Jeff said appearing behind Nick and wrapping his arms around the boys waist. "Those body shots sure were fun." He leaned his head towards Nick's neck and placed a gently kiss on the skin.

"For you, I'm sure they were," Nick said, trying to pay attention to the mixer rather than his boyfriend's body who was gently pushing into his own. He could feel Jeff's hips tilt forwards and his chest flush against Nick's back. "You got to lick sugar off Trent." Nick could vaguely remember through the alcohol-induced haze watching Jeff, his only crush then, lick sugar off of Trent's very defined stomach. "I on the other hand," he continued. "Was paired with Wes." He shivered at the memory of Wes's tongue sliding over his arm. "I still get nauseous just thinking about it." He reached up to stop the mixer before turning around in the arms encircling his waist.

"Are you jealous?" Jeff asked, tilting his head and smirking. "Cause you know," he said leaning forwards and pushing Nick into the counter behind him. "I'd do a body shot off you any day."

Nick felt his heart thud painfully in his chest. He could just imagine Jeff's soft tongue scraping grains of sugar of his body, his soft, wet, tongue—

"Nick?" Jeff said disrupting Nick's daydream.

Nick inwardly shook his head, and pushed Jeff's body away from his, hoping the blonde haired boy wouldn't feel the reaction he got by just a simple daydream. "We—we should finish the cupcakes," Nick breathed, his voice raspy.

"You alright?" Jeff asked, glancing downwards and smirked. Nick ignored the look on Jeff's face and moved around to the other side of the kitchen to start putting the flour, eggs, and vanilla back in their proper places.

"Well," Jeff said. "In case you change your mind, we do have a half a bag of sugar left and a pretty free afternoon." Jeff leaned his hip against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest. Nick couldn't help but admire the way his T-shirt pulled across the muscles of his arms.

Nick smiled and faced his boyfriend, his cheeks slightly heated. "Just let me put the cupcakes in the oven, first."

Jeff smiled wide. This would be a fun afternoon, he thought.

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