Heero Is Served
'Dinner is ready when the smoke alarm goes off.'
"Heeeeeey. I may be messy, but I can cook, dammit!" Duo growled in frustration at the bumper sticker in his hands.
"But you often forget you have something cooking and consequently our smoke alarm does get quite a bit of use," Heero pointed out logically.
Logic, however, never did sit well with one Duo Maxwell. Grimacing sourly at his lover, he demanded, "I thought you were supposed to be on my side?" Duo crumpled the bumper sticker in his hand and threw it into the wastebasket just inside the kitchen entrance.
Heero snorted. "I'm not going to feel sorry for you about this. You were the one who once said that if it's true, not only can it not be all that insulting, but it's also probably boring. It's not my fault if you're seeing the folly of your wisdom now."
"This from the man who once set the kitchen on fire," Duo observed icily.
Heero flushed. "It wasn't my fault," he defended himself weakly. "I was following a recipe and after I preheated the oven I started making the quiche. But I kept running across terms I didn't understand and having to use my computer to look them up. And by the time I got the quiche mixed, the stove had been lit for too long and it just…" He made a wavy motion with his, indicating the big 'BOOM!' that had ensued. It had also singed his eyebrows off and he'd looked even weirder without them than Dorothy had with her forked brows.
"So you're blaming the fact that we had to call the fire department on the cookbook?" Duo asked, his voice a mix of faked incredulity and sarcastic humor.
Glaring heatedly at his lover, Heero groused, "Computers are better than books; at least they include a help manual. That damn cookbook obviously wasn't written for the culinarily impaired." He sniffed haughtily.
Duo chuckled as a very perverted thought entered his mind. "Well, you may not be a very good cook, but you have a really nice cock," he said, a lascivious grin on his face.
Heero blushed once more. "Ecchi," he grumbled.
"And damn proud of it," Duo agreed. Snagging his lover's arm, he toward Heero towards the kitchen. "Now, I think there's a bottle of chocolate syrup in the fridge with your name on it." He licked his lips in demonstration
Heero sighed and gave in gracefully to the inevitable. Not that it was a hardship, mind you.
Though, in about five minutes, something would be hard…