Chase Atlantic One Shots

Icing on the Cake

Words: 728

Written: December 6, 2022

Summary: The two boys decorate cookies

Day 3  >:)

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   White creamy liquid fills each large plastic piping bag. The bags, each full and ready to rupture, lay on the counter next to the tray of cooled gingerbread men. 

   "You going to help me?" Mitchel calls out as he washes his hands in the kitchen sink. 

   Shuffles echo through the house as Christian hurries to the kitchen. The shirtless blonde boy walks over to the fresh cookies and looks down at their small bodies. 

   "This one is mine," Christian points to a cookie with a half-broken neck, "should be me- I mean."

    "Bub!" Mitchel shoots Christin an angry glare. 

   "A joke. It was a joke," Christian holds his hands up in the air, surrendering to the more dominant partner.  

   "Grab a bag and let's get these done." Mitchel turns off the water before picking up a piping bag.  

   Christian follows Mitchel's orders and picks up a bag. He holds it over the tray of cookies and presses against the center of the bag. Icing shoots up into the air, instantly falling over all the cookies and Christian. As the icing falls from the air all over the kitchen, Mitchel stares in awe.

   "It's been two seconds..." Mitchel groans as he reaches for a towel. 

   Towel in hand, Mitchel begins to wipe up the frosting from Christian's body. The white liquid seeps into the towel's fibers, almost instantly consuming the once-clean fabric. Mitchel tosses the towel into the sink and grabs the last clean towel from the kitchen drawer. Once again, the towel quickly becomes unusable. Mitchel groans as he looks at the leftover mess on Christian's torso. 

   "How am I supposed to get this off?" Christian lets out a cry-ish laugh.

   Mitchel stares up at Christian from the floor, smirking from his thoughts. The brunette moves closer to Christian. He slides his tongue up Christian's torso, intaking the sweet cream on the boy's tan chest. 

   "Well fuck," Christian giggles.

   Mitchel continues to lick the cream off of Christian's skin as the boy stands in the once-clean kitchen. After three mouthfuls of frosting Mitchel pulls back from Christian. 

   "It's too much. I can't do that anymore," Mitchel stands on his feet and walks to the skin. 

   He moves the towels onto the counter and flips the faucet on. Water runs over Mitchel's mouth as he bends down into the sink. The frosting bits wash off of Mitchel's face and down the drain. Once his face is clean, Mitchel pulls his head out of the stainless steel sink and turns the water off. Turning around to take a look at Christian, Mitchel lets out a deep sigh.

   "Come on let's get you cleaned up." Mitchel grabs Christian's hand and pulls the boy down the hallway into the bathroom. 

   Mitchel leans over the tub and switches the shower faucet on. He holds his hand out, letting the warm water roll off his skin as he checks the water temperature. Christian carefully slides off his boxers, exposing himself in the middle of the full bathroom. The icing-soaked garment weighs down Christian's hand as he holds his clothing out from his body. 

   "What should I do with this?" Christian shyly grins. 

   I'll take care of it. You just rinse all that off." Mitchel chuckles as he takes the boxers from Christian, "I love you so much."

   Mitchel walks out of the bathroom, leaving Christian alone to rinse off. The blonde boy slides open the shower curtain, releasing a large cloud of steam. 

   "Are you going to join me?" Christian yells across the house as he steps over the tub's ledge. 

   The water stream bounces off Christian's back, hitting the frosting and breaking it down. Christian runs his hand over his skin and wipes away the cream. 

   The washing machine beeps as Mitchel starts a new cycle with Christian's clothes. The machine clicks as it locks shut. Water spews out of its pores, filling the metallic tub with water.

   "I'm almost all rinsed, you better hurry!" Christian yells over the sound of the machine and the water.

   Mitchel hurries down the hall and back to the bathroom. He slides the shower curtain open, peaking his head through a small opening. 

   "May I join you?" Mitchel looks Christian up and down, noting his muscular structure. 

   "Step right in." Christian giggles.