Get Well Soon, Love!

Part two

Hi, everyone! Thank you so much for reading my story, and especially for voting and leaving comment(s). I really appreciate it, and it encouraged me to write more.
I should have mentioned this at the beginning, but I forgot so I'm going to say it right now. This fic isn't going to be too serious, in means that the topic and storyline will be light, not angsty, it's actually kind of sweet, and I will try to make it funny too.

Ok so, here's part two. Enjoy!

Brian would have been impressed by the sweet smell of cookies welcoming him as he stepped his foot into the kitchen if his eyes hadn't caught the horrible scene in front of him.

The kitchen was a total mess. Brian's eyes went wide and his jaw almost dropped to the floor seeing the usually clean and tidy kitchen was now like a wrecked ship.
"What the hell happened here?" He muttered in disbelief slowly stepping into the kitchen as his eyes scanned the place. Everything was everywhere. Pots, pans, kitchen knives, spoon, rolling pin, the whisk, bowls and cups were all dirty and all over the place!  Splatter of flour and sugar also seemed to be adding colors to the kitchen floor and table.  Not to mention some drops of dough here and there looking sticky and disgusting!

Brian felt his head throbbing as he approached the kitchen table and stopped after he heard a cracking sound coming from beneath him. He lifted his right foot and saw that he just stepped on some egg shells. The throbbing in his head got intense as he brought his hand to message his temple, closing his eyes and breathe in to calm himself.

"Roger!" He finally yelled.

"I'm out here!" He heard Roger answering from their backyard before the blond entered the kitchen.
"What kept you so long? I thought you fell asleep on your way down. Come on, the cookies and tea are outside waiting for you," he continued cheerfully and went to go outside again, but Brian would not let him.

"What have you done to our kitchen! It looks like the ogre battle just took place here!"

"You're being over dramatic, babe," Roger chuckled, turning around and immediately dropped his humour when he saw Brian's serious expression.

Brian raised his eyebrows, demanding an explanation.

"I was going to clean the kitchen after we have our tea. I swear!"

"Roger, we just had enough money to afford this small house after years of being poor musicians living in a small flat with four people. You destroying this place is the last thing I want to witness and I won't tolerate this," Brian exhaled and looked sternly at his lover.

"I am not trying to destroy-! God, it's just a little mess, Brian! Don't tell me you have never made the kitchen dirty whenever you're cooking!" Roger waved his hands around, emphasising what he was trying to point out.

"Nope, never.  And this is a big mess.  Now, clean everything up. I'll help you."

"Wha-, but Brian, the cookies!" Roger pleaded, knowing that most of the time his boyfriend would give in every time he showed his best-sad-puppy-dog-eyes to him.

"Now, Roger. The cookies can wait."
Brian wasn't taking it though.

Roger huffed in annoyance as he gave up and start grabbing the dirty objects and placed them in the sink. "Aaaalright, I'll clean them up!"

Roger pouted. Brian knew that his younger lover could be childish and stubborn at times, and in a different time and place Brian would kiss his pouting pink lips and let Roger had his way with it. Today Brian must be stern because he cared for his house and Roger should also share the same concern for it.