Sugar & Salt [[BL]]

Vanilla Icing 1-1

There were three things that Danny Johnson liked most in the world. His bed, his father and his rather large obsession with baking.

"No! Now hear me out for a moment Gabriella!" Danny whined. His heart beating almost out of his chest in a defending pump. "Vannila Icing is not Bland. It's perfect with a red velvet!" He argued over the phone, his black apron stained with flour, and some wet marks from the milk and water. He stood one leg crossed over the other in his kitchen, leaned against the wooden center island, talking to his best friend. Gabriella.

The two of them were preparing for their shared lunch at their highschool drama class. And Gabriella was annoyed at the males taste. "For someone who 'loves baking' you don't know what tastes good with red velvet!" Gabriella's annoyed voice broke the fizz from the phone. "You're just impossible," Danny sighed. "It's vanilla, that's decided, deal with it." He said in a playful, half serious tone, as he leaned back to the place for the phone on the wall. "See you Monday babes! Goodbye!" Danny said quickly and hung up before she got a chance to argue in return.

Danny sighed let looked down to the cooling red velvet cupcakes that had just come out of the oven. Danny admired his creation. Tilting his head slightly, there were exactly 30 of them, 15 students in class, 2 each. He made some special cupcakes that were already cased in the fridge for their drama teacher. 2 beautiful Limenchello cupcakes with lemon Icing.

Danny kept his eyes on the cupcakes for a moment, wondering weather or not he could be bothered making thr cheesecake Icing. He shook his head, and stood back up straight. And he began to prepare for the Vanilla Icing.

But, just as he reached down into the drawer, he grabbed out the bowl, and then the door to the house basically kicked open, a loud bang and a reverberating shake from the door resonated inside the house. And standing at the doorframe. The one thing Danny hated the most.

His brother. Bailey.

The difference between these two was astonishing, Bailey is the winger for the highschool team, while Danny? A drama student. Bailey had at least the entire cheerleaders team on his cock. And Danny? Well he was a very big virgin. And not into women.

"Wassup faggot?" Bailey laughed as he walked through the door, his yellow tinted classes hanging just below his nose bridge. He strolled over to Danny and leaned against his brothers shoulder. He chuckled. Looking at the cupcakes. "Going at baking again? Gonna be a stalker like last year?" He smirked glancing to the smaller male.

Danny ran a hand down his face and shuffled out of his hold causing the other male to stumble. "No, and for the record I wasn't being a stalker, alright? It was just.. a misunderstanding..." He said followed by a sigh. This caused Bailey to raise a brow and then nudge his brother. "Whatever you say, you fuckin queer." He said as he shoved his hands into his pockets and walked past him.

A scowl formed on Danny's face. "Jesus christ, me being gay doesn't mean I make it my entire personality!" He yelled out to his brother that was already halfway up the stairs.

"Can't hear you fagiboy!" He laughed out. Then there was another door slam of his bedroom. Danny let out a long groan and ran his hands over his eyes. He glanced to the door and realized it was still open. He walked towards it and grabbed the door, not slamming it shut, because he had some respect, but closing it gently, with pure white nuckles. "Jesus fucking christ." He murmured under his breath.

And then there was Nathan Blake, a man who only adored one thing in the world. Himself.

Nathan was the quarterback for the highschool football team, 6'6, 17 years old and has most definitely been a home wrecker for a lot of other boys, but the key was he is best friends, with Bailey, which had a mild coalition to the story but nothing significant. Other than the fact that as soon as Danny was halfway through making the Vannila Icing, peaceful and humming a tune. The poor front door, barged open again. This time with Nathan standing in the doorway.