StinGue Week 2017

Bonus: Hobbies

Finally, I have finished Stingue week. I hope that you guys had fun reading my work as I have writing. Also, there are some other Stingue 2017 books floating around YellowMeerkat and Serpex have some good ones. Well, enjoy!

Sting let out an energetic yawn as he stretched in his bed. The blond attempted to comb out the mess on his scalp as he looked at the clock hanging off the wall. Wow! It's only six in the morning, Sting thought to himself.

He directed his attention to the sleeping figure in the bed across the room. Sting smiled softly to himself as he crept over to the sleeping raven and planted a kiss on the forehead. The blond found himself turning a deep scarlet as he noticed his boyfriend's mouth curling up slightly in a smile.

Sting sat down on the wooden floor and mulled over his thoughts for a few minutes, more importantly about Rogue. It had been a few weeks since they were dating and Sting savoured every second together.

It was just a normal day in the Sabertooth guild when Sting decided to confess his feelings to his current best friend. However, it turned out that Rogue confessed to him at the exact same time. Both males blushed profusely before leaning in for a tender kiss.

Sting turned towards the sleeping partner and thought about how lucky he was to have Rogue as a boyfriend. Rogue has always been so helpful and sweet to me. Maybe I should do something...

Blue eyes lit up as Sting thought of the perfect idea. What better way to surprise his boyfriend than to make him some breakfast in bed. The White Dragon carefully tiptoed out of the room, making sure not to wake up the raven, and head towards the kitchen.

Once he got there, he flung open the fridge and rummaged though there. He pulled out a cartoon of orange juice, some bread slices, a bottle of milk, three eggs and a pack of tomatoes. Now, what to make? The blond thought to himself as he rested a finger on his chin.

Sting had never admitted this to anyone, but cooking was more of Rogue's favourite pastime activity. Therefore, the poor blond was thrown into the deep end as he had never touched an oven in his life. There was a high chance of something going wrong today.

But, being the genius he was, Sting decided to screw any safety precautions that could help him out and washed the eggs carefully under the sink.

After scrubbing off any dirt, Sting rummaged through the cupboards and pulled out a glass bowl. He cracked all three eggs into the bowl. However, a few egg shell pieces accidentally fell into the mixture. Well, it's not like it's gonna kill him or anything.

The blond hastily grabbed the milk and poured some in the bowl, a little too much. Soon the bowl had reached its peak and was overflowing. Sting's sapphire eyes widen in shock as he closed the lid and attempted to clean up the mess he made.

After he 'cleaned' up, he dipped four bread slices in the mixture and popped them to the side. Sting then grabbed a frying pan and placed the soggy bread slices on the heat, first try at French Toast. Not too bad! Sting mused to himself.

He then washed a few tomatoes and cut them into cubes, and his thumb in the process. Most of them were uneven and several pieces were massive while others were minuscule. Sting sighed in frustration but tossed them into the rest of the egg mixture. Did he have any idea what he was doing? Hell no!

Sting wiped the sweat forming on his brow. He decided that some cereal was needed and searched in the pantry for his favourite brand. The White Dragon Slayer pulled out a packet of 'Choco Pops' and poured some in a white bowl for his boyfriend. All in all, things seemed to be going well.

However, the wizard seemed to have forgotten something very important. His sensitive nose sniffed out an unpleasant smell, almost smelt like...burning?

The blond glanced over to the cooker where four charcoal coloured pieces of bread were lying on a frying pan. In a frenzy, Sting ran over to turned the cooker off, knocking down the cereal and tomato mix.

His clothes were an absolute mess. Bits of tomato and cereal clung to his clothing and egg was spilt all over his pyjamas. Sting looked at himself for a few seconds before he bursted out laughing.

Sting chuckled as he headed back to his room to grab a change of clothing. He stripped off the dirty pjs and stepped into the shower to scrub off any excess dirt. Sting then changed into a pair of blue skinny jeans and a baggy white top.

He sneaked his way back downstairs, grateful that he hadn't woken anyone up yet, and unlocked the door.

After twenty minutes, Sting arrived back to the apartment with a coffee in one hand and a bag of pastries in the other. He grabbed a plate from the kitchen and placed the pastries on there. Note to self: clean up kitchen in spare time, the blond reminded himself.

Sting grabbed the plate and coffee while he headed yet again to the bedroom. He walked over to the sleeping raven and nudged him to get up. "Rogue," he cooed softly.

Rogue gently stirred from his sleep as he yawned and sat up in his bed. Rubbing his crimson eyes, he noticed the coffee and pastries in the blond's hands. "Good morning Sting, who are those for?" The raven mumbled quietly.

"They're for you, silly!" Sting brightly replied as he handed the food towards the figure in bed. "I tried to make you some breakfast, but, somehow, it went wrong." Sting rubbed his neck in embarrassment.

Rogue looked shocked as he smiled softly at the gesture. "Thank you Sting. But there's no way that I can eat this all by myself," the raven announced as he made room for the blond on the bed.

Accepting his request, Sting sat down. The two males ate pastries together as they laughed and chatted for the rest of the day. They snuggled close as they just enjoyed being in each other's company.