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

Wednesday

Arthit was sure that after the disaster the day before, he would not be waking up to any egg products on Wednesday morning.

However, Kongpob surprised him, spatula in hand, apron around his waist as he bent down and woke Arthit with a kiss.

"Morning, sleeping beauty," he smiled and helped Arthit out of bed, and kissed him once more, "Breakfast is served!"

Arthit watched as Kongpob proudly eyed the food on the table by the window. There was toast, fruit, soya milk and a small bowl of pickled cucumbers as well as the plate of dreaded eggs.

There was a strange sort of smell that Arthit couldn't quite place, but that reminded him of being small and helping his mother to bake cakes. But there wasn't anything sweet on the table besides the fruit, so he shoved the thought aside and sat in the chair that his boyfriend had pulled out for him.

Kongpob dropped a kiss onto his ear and moved to his own side and then began to serve them both. To be fair to him, the omelet did look delicious and quite similar to the one the auntie served in the restaurant just a few minutes from his apartment building.

So, Arthit was feeling quite excited and could see his feelings mirrored in his boyfriend's smile as he lifted his fork, "I hope you enjoy it Arthit!"

The first piece of omelet was odd. It wasn't burnt or too oily, but it didn't taste right. Arthit forced it down and took a big gulp of milk, draining the glass, aware that he was being watched closely. "Mmm," he hummed and speared a piece of pineapple with his fork using it to wash away the taste in his mouth.

"Is it good?" Kongpob looked concerned and Arthit didn't like seeing that, so he forked in another mouthful and tried to grin around it.

"It's not good, is it?" Kongpob said sadly, and spooned up some of his own serving. It was barely in his mouth a second before he spat it out into a napkin. "Oi Arthit! Why did you eat it? It's terrible!"

Kongpob grabbed Arthit's plate and tugged it away, scraping the eggs off and back onto the main platter. Then he shoved his own glass of milk at Arthit and watched him, hawk eyed, until he'd drunk it all.

Once the glass was back on the table, Arthit reached out and grabbed Kongpob's hand, twining their fingers together. He waited a moment and then opened his mouth to speak, but before he could, Kongpob started to wail, "Sugar, Arthit! I put sugar in it! How could you eat that?!"

Arthit felt a grin beginning to rise on his lips, unable to keep a stern expression, "It's fine Kong!"

Kongpob's voice rose and became shrill, a sure sign of an impending breakdown, "You ate sugary omelet! I fed you that! I can't believe I did that! I'm just a disaster in the kitchen aren't I? Why do you put up with me?"

Arthit stood and tugged on his boyfriend's hand, pulling him into his arms, "At least it didn't taste like washing up liquid, and at least I'm not wearing your omelet today." He tried not to, but he couldn't help smiling as he spoke, and then, as Kongpob's mouth twitched, Arthit's smile turned into a chuckle and eventually as Kongpob started to giggle too, a full blown laugh, both of them clutching each other close.

"I'm a terrible cook, Phi, aren't I?" Kongpob said as they sat back down and ate the things that were actually edible on the table.

"Not terrible," Arthit grinned, biting into a cold piece of toast, "Your toast is delicious!"

He guessed he deserved the swat to the head for that comment! Then he more than made up for it with a quick fumble in the shower.