Guys? (bxbxbxb)

11

When he woke up, Lincoln was snuggled next to Henry, being held close. He smiled slightly, letting his eyes fall shut again.

In the kitchen, Colin was sitting impatiently on the counter, kicking his legs against the cabinets. Wade had been struggling to make pancakes for almost twenty minutes, and he was hungry.

"I can make them," he said for the millionth time.

"Nope, I'm gonna do this."

Rolling his eyes, he snatched the pancake mix away from Wade, "Just do what I tell you." He began reading the steps off the back of the box, having to explain in great detail how to do each thing. Wade was good at buying food, not making it. He knew this and shouldn't have asked in the first place, but the others weren't awake yet, and he was starving.

Henry heard commotion in the kitchen as he walked down the stairs with Lincoln at his side. The two shared a look, daring to step foot inside the chaos.

When Colin noticed the two cooks of the group had made an appearance, he jumped off the counter, running to hug them. "Please help me!"

"It's not that bad! I'm doing just fine!" Wade got defensive, standing up for his "outstanding" pancake making skills.

Lincoln shook his head, sleepily shoving Wade away from the disaster. He worked his magic, fixing up the batter to a point where it actually looked edible while the others watched in awe.

By the time the food was done, Colin was practically drooling. It smelled so good and looked it too.

Henry helped himself to everything in the fridge, snatching berries, whipped cream, and other pancake toppings. Before setting them on the counter, he squirted whipped cream into his mouth like a monster.

Wade looked offended at first but then settled, pouting on a barstool. He crossed his arms, glaring childishly. This was his kitchen, and he could totally figure out how to use it. He just wanted to be a good boyfriend and make breakfast for his lovers.

Colin sat next to Wade, laying his head on his shoulder. Lincoln passed them both a plate, and Henry poured toppings on without asking what they wanted first. Colin immediately dug in, scarfing down all three pancakes on his plate.

"Good?" Lincoln asked, a laugh in his voice. Him and Henry were leaned against counter, eating at a normal pace.

"Mhm!"

"I wouldn't expect anything less."

Not paying attention to their conversation, Henry set his plate down, walking over to where Wade was sitting. He cut a piece of pancake, holding out the fork, "Don't make me force feed you this because I will. Stop pouting like a little kid."

Wade grunted, turning his head.

"Fine, if you wanna act like a kid, I'll treat you like one. Open for the airplane," he moved the fork towards Wade's mouth, making airplane noises.

Behind his facade, Wade was cracking up at this, but he refused to show it.

"Ugh. Be like that, but I guess I won't give you cooking lessons later..."

This made him perk up, "Hm?"

"Oh, look who stopped be a pain in the ass. Why wouldn't you eat?"

"What do you mean? Who would eat this after you poured all that shit on top? Who even eats yogurt on pancakes? You're an animal."

Rolling his eyes, Henry flicked Wade's head, "Literally everyone. It's very common. And I'm not an animal."

"Actually," Lincoln butted in, "I've never seen someone eat yogurt on pancakes before today. I will say, it made them soggy and gross. Next time, let us choose our own toppings."

"Like what? Are yogurt and whipped cream not good enough for you? Huh?"

"Uh, butter, syrup, literally anything else."

"Whatever. You guys go complain about your food, but I'll be in the shower." He left the kitchen, trudging back upstairs.

The remaining three shared a sigh, proceeding to finish their food anyway.