Irish Pancakes

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We stayed hugging like that for what felt like years in heaven when it was really just an hour.

After the hour our stomachs starting chewing at our skin, well mine did because I was really hungry, but I didn't know how hungry Dennis was all I know is that he said he was hungry too.

We got up and I started to make pancakes while Dennis went to the bathroom. After I had made five fluffy pancakes I placed them on a plate and put it on the table. I placed next to it one butter knife, a normal knife, a fork, the syrup container, a folded napkin, and a stick of butter on a butter plate.

After I made his plate I made mine which was the same thing. After I placed mine in front of a chair next to what's supposed to be his. I got juice and water from the fridge and poured threw glasses. Two of water and one of juice, just in case he wanted juice or water and I stuck with water.

He came out to the kitchen stretching his arms into the air yawning. He had bed head and it was so adorable I could see right where I stand.

"Your breakfast is on the table and you can pick from water or juice." I explained with a smile as I walked over and hugged him from behind after he sat down.

He held onto one of my arms and kissed my cheek since my head was leaning on his shoulder.

He took a deep breath, which confused me. "So are we... like... a thing... now...?" He asked, awkwardness lingered in his voice and tainted the air around us turning it into thin air that you would have to cling to just to survive.

I giggled and pecked at his neck like before. "We can if you want to be, but it's my suggestion that we are." I giggled once more continuing to peck at his neck and cheek gently.

He shivered slightly and moved his head slightly. "If we can be a thing together, that would be amazing." He spoke softly I guess he was enjoying my pecks, or he just liked this conversation.

My smile grew before kissing his lips. "Then I think we should be together if it makes us this happy." I sat in my seat next to his happily.

"Then today is an amazing day." He sighed happily and hugged me, then I hugged back like a normal guy would do to his boyfriend.

Then we both ate, chatting and laughing. We shared a kiss before he started to clean the dishes as dried them. I wanted to wash and dry the dishes but he insisted and I couldn't overpower his cuteness. It's my weakness.

After that, we put the plates away and sat on the couch. We cuddled and watched Psych The Movie on repeat for hours. I'm so happy he likes that show too, it made my heart melt the first time I found out.

A while later we heard a knock at the door. Dennis was still uneasy from his boyfriend so he hid in the bedroom while I answered the door. I was ok with killing him, and Dennis was too, so nothing that bad could happen.

I got up after Dennis locked the bedroom door and answered the front door pretending to have a tired face on. It looked normal and perfect. Just a guy watching a movie alone with a tired expression on, hopefully he would fall for it.

"Hello? How can I help you?" I asked in a nice tone with a hint of tiredness.

"Where is he?" The man demanded. He was wearing a black jacket with a gray striped shirt with light and dark gray stripes going side to side, he also had black pants and about five earnings in one ear. I only had two in my right ear.

"I'm sorry but I don't know who you are talking about, I live alone." I answered calmly, hoping he would leave soon.

"Don't play dumb with me, where is he? Where's Dennis?" His voice grew louder and more jagged.

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