-Quick update, i know. But i got some very nice reviews, and I really wanna post this one! :)
I'm so sorry; this is nothing but a load of fluff. I barely wrote everything I wanted, I was so focused on the damn fluff. Anyway. You can still read it, if you want XD-
-DAY 15: Experiment in the kitchen, and cook up something new-
There was nothing accomplished that day, because Newt was a good cook and Minho was...not.
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It was a lazy Sunday, Belle was jumping around on her bed with dolls, Minho was dragging his feet down the hall to the kitchen, and he thought he could hear Newt cooking in there. Plates were clattering, metal was scraping metal, and there was a hot, tempting smell wafting from the kitchen entrance. Minho padded down the hall in socks and sweatpants, curious and hopeful. It had been an uneventful day and he was hungry from sheer boredom. There was only so much fun he could have playing dolls with Belle. So, with a sly grin, he snuck into the kitchen.
"Hey, Newt, what're you—Oh my God." Minho cut himself off, halting at the doorway with widening eyes. He could only stand and stare dumbly at the sight in front of him.
Newt was indeed cooking, because he was next to the stove and there was an array of pots and pans simmering on its surface. But that wasn't what had captured Minho's attention. It was the blonde's too-cute cooking outfit of gym shorts and an old, white tank top; Newt only wore well-worn clothes when cooking, things he was willing to stain. But damn, did he look good in them. The tank top showed off his shoulders and the slim, but defined muscle in his arms. He glanced up when Minho walked in. "Oh, hey, Min," he greeted casually. "What's up?"
Minho didn't answer. He was too busy imagining his hands under Newt's shirt.
Newt raised his eyebrows at the lack of reply. "What?" he asked uncertainly. Taking a wooden spoon from a pot, he peered down at himself. "Did I spill something on me?"
"No," Minho answered at last. He smiled seductively at Newt when he got his voice working again and made his slow way across the kitchen. Newt got the hint from Minho's sure movements, looking away with an eye-roll. "I was just wondering what we were having for dinner."
"I'm sure you were," Newt replied flatly. "And it's a surprise, so don't try to eat anything yet."
"Not even if I volunteer to be the taste-tester?"
"Not even then."
"Mmhm." Slipping up next to Newt, Minho leaned his folded arms on the counter and watched him. He saw how the blonde's slender fingers worked, stirring something that smelled just heavenly. He wondered how good those fingers would feel in his spiked hair or maybe running along his tattoo... He had to swallow those thoughts when his face started heating up.
Newt continued what he was doing, until he glimpsed Minho's slight blush. "Why're staring at me like that?" he asked, suspicion in his voice.
Minho shrugged. "Cuz you look edible," he remarked. A smirk tilted up his lips.
Humming absently in return, Newt went back to his cooking. "Whatever. You wanna help me, or are you just gonna drool over there?"
Minho pouted, sticking his bottom lip out forlornly. "Aren't you gonna compliment me now?" he asked, voice dripping in dramatic sadness.
Sighing, Newt turned a half-closed, sarcastic look on his husband. Minho was nearly bent double in how he lazily leaned against the counter, hand propping up his chin. The barest hint of a sultry smile played across his mouth. Those broad shoulders were framed nicely by a white T-shirt and an ankle crossed over the other coyly. Newt had to admit, Minho was about as hot as he could get right now. But he refused to say it out loud. "You look awful," he lied.
"Liar," Minho accused at once.
"I don't lie."
"You're lying right now."
"Prove it."
"Put down that spoon and kiss me."
A grin snuck itself traitorously onto Newt's face. "I gotta finish YOUR dinner," he teased. "So I can't right now, love." He left the stove to get something out of a cabinet next to him, batting Minho's butt with a hand as he did.
Minho squeaked comically and straightened up fast, slanting a glare at Newt. "No fair," he muttered. "Now I'm all turned on."
Snickering to himself, Newt selected a couple of glasses for the three Newton's and brought them down to the counter. He glanced at Minho over his shoulder. "If you help me get this done, it'll go faster," he advised. "And then we can eat, and put Belle to sleep, and MAYBE I'll let you have me tonight." Minho's grin was wide and devilish, and he was already slipping his arms around Newt's waist when Newt added sternly, "but ONLY if you help me now."
"Uggghhh," Minho moaned in exasperation, dropping his head onto Newt's shoulder. His breath was warm on Newt's skin and made him shudder. "Fine, okay. I'll cook."
"Thank you," Newt chirped triumphantly. Minho mumbled something like, "shuck-face," and tickled Newt's side with dancing fingers. Giggling, Newt wrapped his arms around Minho's neck, one hand twining in the short hair on the back of Minho's head. It was incredibly soft to the touch and Newt purred as he ran his fingers through it.
Minho turned his head and nuzzled Newt's neck. "We aren't getting much done here," he pointed out, muffled by Newt's skin.
"You're right, we should start." Newt started to push him away.
"What? Noo..." Snagging Newt's waistband, Minho tugged him back.
"Minho, we can't just leave it there to burn."
"But we can stay for a little bit, right?"
"No."
"C'mon."
"No."
"Gimme a kiss." Minho tipped their foreheads together and gave pleading puppy-eyes.
Newt relented. "Just one," he warned. Then he cradled Minho's jaw and guided him into a soft kiss. Their lips touched, chastely at first. But Minho's mouth was so soft, and he was making little noises of bliss, and Newt was melting. Sighing, he urged Minho's lips apart and slipped his tongue past them. There was a sweet, dark taste of Minho, Minho's hands sliding up his back as he stretched on tiptoe to deepen the kiss more. They were practically making out now, angling their heads to keep close, hands exploring. When Newt couldn't resist and rolled his hips against Minho's, Minho started panting.
"Angel," Minho murmured, and pinned Newt against the counter.
"Mmm," Newt hummed in pleasure as Minho rubbed his back with sure fingertips. "Stop, we have to...We have to finish this..." His voice died when Minho brought his lips to Newt's neck.
"No we don't," Minho whispered. He kissed up and down Newt's neck, until he found a place he liked under the blonde's jaw. He pressed his mouth there and sucked.
"Ah—Min. Please, we can't." Newt pushed at Minho's shoulders weakly.
Nipping the soft skin, Minho pressed a palm to Newt's lower back. "We can," he mumbled.
"Belle."
"She's in her room."
"But..."
"I can make you crazy right here." Minho buried his face in the crook of Newt's shoulder and Newt felt teeth on his collarbone. Gasping, he clung to Minho's shirt. He thought he could hold on for a bit, but then Minho slid a hand into the front of his shorts.
"Ohh, G—God," he slurred, knees giving out as Minho's hand found the place between his legs. Minho caught Newt up against him with his free arm around his waist. His moved his palm in way that made Newt bite down on his lip and moan.
Minho exhaled harshly, because Newt was such a beautiful wreck. "I can't wait until after Belle's asleep," he whispered huskily.
"Ahh—" Newt whined as Minho stroked his hand over him again.
"I want you, now."
"Minho, we shouldn't."
"We're going to."
"No..." Growling, Newt managed to take Minho's wrist and drag it away from where it'd been teasing him. His breaths were ragged as he gave Minho a scolding glower. "We aren't going to," he argued, flustered and trying to compose himself.
Minho whimpered, disappointed. "But you looked so sexy, sweetheart."
"Shut up," was all Newt could say to that. He tugged scoldingly at Minho's spiky hair.
"I can go without dinner."
"Belle can't."
"Please, just have your way with me on this counter."
"Not after last time."
"Dammit."
Needless to say, Minho complained the entire way through both the making of and eating of dinner. But he got what he wished for later.
In fact, after their "attempt" to cook, Newt practically threw him into bed.
