You Can't Make An Omelet (without make-up sex) (Completed)

Tuesday

Tuesday morning, Arthit woke up with Kongpob still draped over him, so he knew it must be early. He thought about getting up and preparing a surprise breakfast himself after two days of eating Kongpob's 'experiments', but then his boyfriend slid his hand under the edge of Arthit's shirt and curled his fingers around his waist and Arthit snuggled in closer and forgot all about his plans.

Which is why he woke up to Kongpob at the hot plate, spatula stirring something (Arthit suspected it was eggs). It was clearly a new pan and Arthit wondered when Kong had made the time to buy it considering he was a fourth year with an incredibly busy schedule.

Carefully, he levered himself out of bed and made his way over to Kongpob, intending to sneak a look into the pan before he greeted him good morning.

Unfortunately, he reached Kongpob just as he turned from the stove, hot pan in his hand. The resulting crash ended up with eggs flying all over, splattering across Arthit's shirt, the bed, the floor. Even flying as far as the door to the bathroom where they stained it like a splash of vomit.

Kongpob shrieked loudly while Arthit pulled his shirt away from his chest so that the hot oil didn't burn his skin.

"P'Arthit?"

"Yes, Kongpob?"

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be, it was my fault." He reached out to wrap an arm around his boyfriend's waist and drew him in close. "I'm really sorry, Kong. This one looked so good too, maybe, could you make it again?"

Kongpob frowned and stuck out a finger to scoop up some of the mess on Arthit's shirt collar, "Well," he said holding it out, "That was the last of the eggs, so you'll have to taste them here.."

Arthit quirked a grin, aware that Kongpob would badger him until he did, then he sucked Kongpob's finger into his mouth, humming around it, "Mmm, you taste delicious!" He winked as he let his finger out with a pop!

"Not me," Kongpob smirked, "The eggs?"

"Those too, but I think the chef tastes nicer.. now, since you put these here," he indicated the eggs stains on his shirt and up to his hair where some of the strands had little bits of yellow dangling from them, "How about you wash them out in the shower?"