Matt reached up on his tip-toes as he grasped for the flour in the cupboard. He just wasn't quite tall enough. Damn being 5'7". Dom noticed him and chuckled, breezing past and grabbing it off the shelf before dumping in on the counter alongside the other ingredients. Matt had decided that he wanted to make cupcakes for his birthday. But he didn't want them made for him, he wanted to help. He washed his hands and stood next to Dom, biting his lip as he tried to figure out how the ingredients would ever make the lavish cupcakes they'd chosen. Sure, he'd seen his Mum baking before, so he had a vague idea what he was doing, but he had no idea where to start. Luckily Dom had practise. He'd measured out the ingredients beforehand, just to save the hassle.
"Right, so we've got to put the flour and the sugar together in the bowl," he instructed. "And then we'll add the egg." Matt nodded and opened the packet of flour. He poured it into the mixing bowl and a cloud of white blew up in his face. He turned his head to the side and spluttered, trying not to get it in the cake mixture. Dom chuckled. "You've got to add it in slowly, otherwise that will happen."
"You should've told me that before," Matt grumbled. "How was I s'posed to know?" Dom shook his head with a smile.
"C'mon, we need to add the egg and the milk and then we'll whisk it." He picked a medium egg out of a carton and gently cracked it on the side, splitting it in half and pouring the egg into the bowl. "Now your turn." Matt frowned and picked up an egg. He tapped it on the side of the bowl but nothing happened. He tapped it again, a little harder this time, but still to no avail. Frustrated, he tapped it a little too hard, and the egg split into two, yolk dribbling onto the counter and down the front of the dishwasher. He dashed for the kitchen roll to mop it up, Dom watching him with an amused grin as he cracked another egg to replace Matt's.
"Should I trust you with the electric mixer?" Dom laughed as he got it out of the cupboard in plugged it in.
"Dominic, I'm a grown man, I know how to whisk a bowl of cake ingredients."
"Uh-huh." He handed Matt the mixer. "Well, go on then, smartie, show me what you can do." He stood back, arms folded, lips pursed, eyebrow raised. Matt shakily took the mixer, having absolutely no idea what he was doing but trying to maintain his control over the cake mixture. He put the mixer in the bowl and flicked on the switch, only to find it running wildly out of control and bouncing around, making grinding noises against the edge of the bowl. His eyes widened as he fumbled for the 'off' switch, succeeding in only making the speed faster. The mixture was getting thoroughly mixed, but it was also splattering outside of the bowl.
"Shit," Matt cursed. "Dom? A little help?" Dom pressed his lips together against a smirk as he shook his head, willing to let Matt wrestle with the mixture for a little longer. "Please hel-ah!" The mixer flew out of his hands and creamy cake mixture flew up the walls and splattered Matt in the face. Dom dove into the middle of the mess and carefully switched off the mixture before getting ready to wipe down the surfaces again. There wasn't much cake mixture left over. Matt pouted as Dom finished up and turned to look at him with a victorious grin on his face.
"Alright, alright, don't give me that look," Matt grumbled. "So I can't cook."
"You made a disaster!" Dom chuckled. Frowning, Matt dipped his finger in the remaining cake mixture and smeared it on Dom's face, giggling when Dom tried to lick it with his own tongue.
"Let me get that for you." He reached over and kissed him softly.