Sugar

05

Amir and Cy fight over who gets to pick up Luka and Yuri's wedding cake from J&M, eventually ending in rock-paper-scissors that Amir cheats himself to winning without remorse.

He technically doesn't need to be made up, with his hair styled and dressed in his tuxedo when he goes there, as the wedding is still in the early afternoon and everyone else is going to get ready later at the hotel, but he figures he'd save a bit of time for himself later on, and if he'd wanted to look particularly nice when he sees Milo again, he thinks he has everything to gain.

It's freezing, having snowed the day before and the snow not quite completely melted, and he wonders if he should have worn a coat, but he catches his reflection on the glass of the windows of the bakery and he looks impeccable, so he persists in the cold.

"Good morning," he greets everyone, and Jamie sees him first, looking up and down and nodding in approval. "I'm here to pick up a cake?"

"They're just doing some final touches upstairs," Julian says, smiling at him as he mans the ovens. "You're looking good. That's obviously not for us."

"Please, Julian," he says, fluttering his eyelashes. "I look good all the time."

"Amir."

"Thank you," he says unironically, and Jamie snorts, but goes back to arranging the Christmas tree cookies for the display case.

"Sorry for making you wait," Milo is saying then as he and Levi carry a magnificent cake down the stairs, and Amir straightens, watching them. "Oh, Amir. You look-"

"Flirt after we get this cake on level ground," Levi hisses, and Milo bites his lips, carrying the cake then setting it on the marble surface of the work table. It's gorgeous, all meticulous detail and the flowers are incredibly detailed, and the modeling chocolate unicorn and corgi adorable, perfect for Luka and Yuri and their stupid, endearing asses.

"This is even better than the sketch," Amir says, and Milo is shaking his head timidly. "They'll be so happy."

"I hope so," Milo says as he tries to help Levi box it, but his hands are slapped away, and he looks confused, but Levi is direct with his instructions, kicking him in Amir's direction.

"Hi handsome," Amir says, grinning, and Milo can't look at him in the eye, his face red.

"I should be saying that about you," Milo says, and then he's finally looking, really looking, and when his gaze meets Amir's, his eyes are dark, a completely different expression from the one he'd been wearing moments before. Amir's not quite seen him like this, very much attracted to the endearing, quiet, easily embarrassed Milo, but the edge of intensity in his face is making him a little breathless. "You're already gorgeous everyday, now you go and do this-"

"Told you, Julian," Sehun says, a little winded, and all he gets in turn is another snort.

"Here's your cake," Levi says then, coming between them and setting the box on the counter, the cake tall enough that their view of each other is partially blocked. "You have a car?"

"Oh, um, yeah," Amir says, and Milo is telling him, "I'll help you."

He does, carrying the box as he and Amir make their way to his car, seldom used because gas is expensive even though he's kind of rich and what's the point when mostly everything is walking distance, and they're putting it in the back carefully. Milo shivers a bit as Amir brings the backdoor down to close, prompting him to ask, "Are you alright?"

"Hate the cold," Milo says, wiping at the lense of his glasses as they fog up a bit, and Amir stands closer to him, wanting to bring his hands up and warm up his cheeks, but he refrains. His hands are probably cold, in any case. "Here, before you leave."

He holds up a paper packet, and when he unwraps it, it's a cookie, a reindeer with a bright red nose carefully piped on. Amir takes a bite, and it's crumbling and melting into his mouth, cherries and white chocolate generously peppered in each bite. He moans, and Milo blushes even more deeply.

"You spoil me," Amir says, finishing the cookie, regrettably, in a few bites. "I'll need hours in the studio to burn off all the sugar you've given me."

"You'd look good with it, anyway," Milo says, and Amir wishes he still had some of the cookie, just so that he wouldn't look so stupid, gaping at him. "The dance studio? What classes do you teach?"

He doesn't expect the question, but he answers easily enough, "I teach a bit of everything, but my focus are the hip-hop classes."

"When are those?"

"Wednesday and Friday nights," he says, and Milo hums, still quite shy, but Amir notices that the space between them is considerably diminished, and he knows he hadn't moved much.

He feel his own cheeks pink up, and Minseok says, "Message me the time."

"Why?" Amir is saying, and Milo just smiles at him. "Not planning to come to a session, are you?"

"Drive safely, Mirrie," is all that's said to him in reply, and a kiss placed on his cheek, short like the last time and no less sweet, and Amir stands, dumbfounded and freezing as Milo scurries back to the bakery, unable to take the cold, and he's so endearing Sehun gets whiplash from wanting his dick in his mouth not a minute before.

The wedding is stupid and perfect, Kaleb working every miracle and making it beautiful and not boring, and he cries a lot, Luka cries more, Yuri cries the most, and they cry over their cake as he had expected them to. It's a perfect day, one that they deserve, and Amir tolerates the amount of kissing and touching and overall general clinginess in the atmosphere of the wedding and the reception, thinking of one person.

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A/N: I think this is the shortest chapter. The next sould be longer. Hope you liked it!