Title: Pudding
Series: Uta No Prince-Sama
Summary: Preparations for the Starish Picnic are underway, but a certain rich boy is having issues coming to term with the fact that he's never stepped into a kitchen previously.
Rating: PG
Genre: Romance/Drama
Pairings: Ren/Masato
Disclaimer: This is being written for the sheer enjoyment of writing, I make no profit other than the fan's enjoyment of it
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They had never made pudding in their life, but for the 'STARISH PICNIC!', as coined by the ever-enthusiastic Otoya, all of the boys were demanded in the kitchen while Syo ran interference with Natsuki.
Although Masato gladly would have taken near 'any' job but 'making pudding', he had to acknowledge that keeping the hyperactive, over-touchy maniac out of the kitchen was a job 'much' suited to the smaller blond.
He could guess which method Syo was using.
His cheeks flushed and he scowled at himself, attempting to mix the pudding, but failing spectacularly.
"With the way you're mixing that, one might thing you'd never stepped a day in a kitchen," Ren sighed at him, stepping up directly behind him, body molding to Masato's own. His flush deepened, as did the scowl. He attempted to ignore the trembling in his fingertips, holding them achingly steady.
"I know how to stir pudding," Masato snapped, although from the site of his clumpy mess and Ren's smooth, delectable looking mixture, it was a questionable comment at best.
"I'm sure you do…" Ren said, and Masato jerked, trying to get away. Ren didn't let him, merely mirroring their hands and instructing him on how to stir pudding properly.
It was awkward and messy and… and… by the time Ren left, licking a line of pudding off his cheek that had gotten there in the struggle, he felt like just throwing the bowl in the garbage and forgetting about the picnic in general.
"How are things going in here?" Otoya piped in, throwing open the door with all the enthusiasm of a twelve year old.
"Wonderfully!" Ren chirped, looking fresh and untouchable, his excellent looking pudding easily on display.
Masato just smiled, eyeing his similar-looking pudding with distaste. He 'knew' how to make pudding; it was hardly his fault that this batch just happened to not want to obey him. Ren snickered and Masato turned away with a scoff, refusing to acknowledge the blush on his face.
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