Sunday morning dawned bright and clear, the light from the open curtains making Arthit scrunch up his nose.
He reached blindly across to his bedside table but instead of the usual pink milk, his hand touched cardboard and his eyes flew open.
"Kongpob? Care to explain why you've brought me a box of eggs?"
Kong turned from their table in the window which had a number of take-out boxes spread over it. "Oh, morning sleepy head." He crossed the room and flung himself beside Arthit, wrapping an arm across his torso and kissing his cheek.
"I thought maybe, we could try again?" He asked, expression a picture of innocence.
"Oh, really? You did, did you?"
"I absolutely did. But now, seeing you looking so sexy and sleep ruffled, I'm thinking.." and then he grabbed the box from Arthit's hand and threw it at the wall, the sound of cracking eggs filling the small room. "Well," Kongpob said, huskily, "you can't make an omelet without breaking a few eggs can you, and since I messed up again how about some.."
"Make-up sex?" Arthit whispered against his neck, pulling him down for a kiss.
The End.
YOU ARE READING
You Can't Make An Omelet (without make-up sex) (Completed)
FanficKongpob cannot cook, but he's desperate to make P'Arthit breakfast. Over one week he learns that there are many ways to make an omelet, but that there are consequences when you get it wrong! Set after SOTUS S, from an idea by my friend Bern! No Matu...
