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

Saturday

Saturday morning came around quickly, Kongpob awakening for his morning jog, then dragging Arthit from his warm cocoon and into the shower with him (which was definitely worth getting up for).

After, when they were both sated, Arthit wrapped the apron around Kongpob's waist and leaned in to kiss him, "Have I told you how hot you look like this?"

The kiss distracted them for several long moments and there was a risky second where they almost knocked the box of eggs to the floor, but Kongpob grabbed it in time and when they were done laughing about it, Arthit opened it and handed Kong an egg.

"Just crack it gently on the side of the cup.. yes, like that... now let it fall into it.. no, not the shell.. yes, get it all out. Well done, one down.."

"Where's my reward?" Asked Kongpob and Arthit groaned playfully but still found himself leaning in to press his lips against Kong's. Pulling back, he handed over another egg and they repeated the process (especially the celebratory kiss!)

Eventually, there were three beaten eggs in the cup and Kongpob was adding a small amount of pepper and salt (Arthit had checked it was actually salt and Kongpob had made him kiss him again when he'd gotten it right).

Heating the oil proved a step too far, so Arthit took charge, letting it bubble away until it was hot enough.

"Right, just tip them in, okay?"

Kongpob maouevered himself so he was at least two feet away from the stove and then stretched out an arm to drop the egg mixture into the pan.

"Huh? What are you doing?"

"I'm scared of the hot oil, P'Arthit, it's why my eggs are always a disaster.."

"Oh, that's why!" Arthit said, trying to stop himself laughing, "Of course, it's all the oil's fault. Not you,forgetting to rinse the pan or adding the shells or sugar instead of salt!"

"Phi!" Kongpob whined and tugged him back from the pan, "Stop making fun of me, I thought you already forgave me? The make up sex was exceptional as I recall!"

Arthit blushed and handed the spatula to Kong, knocking their shoulders together, "Oi! Well, there won't be any more of that, will there. This omelet is going to be perfect!"

Kongpob stuck out his lower lip, "But I like the make-up sex!"

"But there's nothing to make up for," Arthit said, distracted by the bubbling oil and egg mixture. "I think it's time to flip it."

Kongpob stood lightly on his foot as he nudged past him, gripping the handle of the frying pan with one oven-gloved hand.

"Oi, what was that for?"

"Nothing, I just.." Kongpob poked the spatula into the pan and stirred the egg mixture around, "So, what, I just flip it?"

As Arthit's hand settled over Kongpob's on the spatula, his body pressed in a long line down his lover's back, Kong whispered, "Together," and ground his arse against Arthit's cock which thickened in his shorts.

Together they flipped the omelet.. and Arthit watched with disinterest as it flipped straight out of the pan and onto the counter before it flopped off the unit and landed in an eggy puddle on the floor.

"Oops!" Kongpob said, twisting in Arthit's hold.

Arthit reached around him to turn off the gas, "Oh dear, you've ruined a perfectly good omelet, Kongpob."

"I'm sorry, Phi. I don't know what came over me," he dropped the spatula and oven glove onto the floor then looped his arms around Arthit's shoulders, "Make up sex?"

"Make up sex." Arthit agreed, lifting him under his thighs and carrying him to the bed.