1 ½ cups sugar. 2 ½ cups flour. And now stir… The tantalizing smell of vanilla extract rose into the air as Newt added it into the cake batter. The cake was for his sister, Emily. It was her favourite flavor, red velvet. Of course, with his own twist. And now a pinch of salt, just perfect….
Newt had of course, already heard Minho's steps in the background, trying and failing to be stealthy. So really, he should've expected it when Minho threaded an arm around his waist and popped a finger in the batter. And yet, Minho's face still managed to take his breath away. Even just awake, his dark hair still manages to look perfect, and well, those eyes were pretty gorgeous in themselves.
"Minho!" Newt batted the second finger away from the batter, "Trying to make a cake here. Don't exactly need those greasy fingers in it." Minho winked.
"Aw, come on Newty…." Newt elbowed him in the gut and Minho subsided.
"You know how much I hate that nickname." Newt replied, glaring. Minho pouted.
"You let Emily call you Newty." Newt rolled his eyes, and said, "That's because Emily is 7 years old!" Minho smirked.
"Fine." He said, sniffing and trying to look mortally wounded.
"Now, go and get me the blue food coloring. This is my kitchen, and if you are in here, you're duty is to help me." Newt said, waving his whisk. Minho scoffed, but when hit with Newt's death glare he quickly ran to get the whisk.
"Thanks." Newt said, grinning at Minho before turning to add the food coloring into the batter. He feels arms go around him, and shivers, as they tighten. Minho smirks against his neck, probably enjoying how he's making Newt feel. The bastard.
"Not at the kitchen." he manages to say, when Minho starts kissing his neck. Minho stops for a second, his breaths blowing across the front of Newt's shirt. Newt manages not to shiver a second time.
"Why not?" Minho asks, his voice curious, if not a little bit whiny.
"I'm trying to make something with no distractions."
"Am I only a distraction?"
"Please, Minho. I need to get this cake done. Emily will be incredibly disappointed if I don't." Minho nods, still keeping his arm around Newt. Newt smiles, and continues making his cake. A comfortable silence falls over the two, broken only by the sound of Newt stirring, pouring and measuring his ingredients. Newt grins when he finally has the batter to a correct consistency. He tries to move, but it seems as if Minho has fallen asleep standing up. Newt can't help but giggle, his blue eyes sparkling.
"Minho? Are you awake? Because the cakes done?"
"Of course I'm awake klunkhead." Minho says gruffly, unwinding his arms from around Newt's waist. Newt bustles over, and sticks the cake into the oven, turning the dial for 30 minutes.
"About time, too." Minho says before pressing his lips to Newts. At second thought, he moved back, before whispering, "By the way, love the blue color." Newt chuckled, as Minho proceeded to kiss his boyfriend senseless.
(A/N: Hey people, my first fanfic, so please please please review! Thanks.)