Housemates

TWENTY FOUR

“What?” Copter looked down at his outfit. Did I forget to wear pants? He looked down quickly. No everything is in order.

“Are you going to cook in that?” Kimmon waved his hand at Copter’s school uniform. Blank pants, white long sleeve shirt and a black neatly knotted tie.

“What’s wrong with this? I have a class at eleven anyway.” Copter muttered petulantly, bit upset at P’Kim’s words. He eyed tall man’s casual faded jeans and black T-shirt. It’s the first time he’d seen P’Kim so casual and he looked really good. Copter quickly averted his eyes.

“Nothing wrong with it Nong, but it will get dirt on it if you cook in it.” He said patiently, striding up to Copter and invading his personal space.

“What are you doing?” Copter stammered, bit panicked, when Kimmon started to loosened the tie knot at his throat.

“Relax!” Kimmon snorted. “I’m just removing your tie. You will get awfully hot closer to the stove, all buttoned up.” He pulled the tie off of Copter’s neck and draped it across a kitchen chair. “No, I’m not undressing you.” He smirked at Copter’s reddening cheeks when he unbuttoned the cuffs and started folding up the long sleeves of copter’s white shirt up to his elbow. “Not yet anyway.” He muttered under his breath.

“Huh?” Copter watched P’Kim’s practiced fingers deftly folding the long sleeves of his school shirt.

“I said you’re here for cooking lessons not for…..” Kimmon wrinkled his brow. “What did you say you were majoring on?” He finished folding the sleeves and gave Copter an appreciative once over.

“I'm doing Computer Science.” Copter looked down at his somewhat casual look. “Am I done?” Kimmon moved closer. They could be using same breathing space. Copter’s heart started to speed up when P’Kim’s fingers started to unbutton him at the throat.

“Why are you buttoned up so tightly?” He murmured pushing another button out of the button hole. “Cooking is relaxing. You should enjoy it not endure it.” He brushed Copter’s white shirt down. “There.” He smiled taking a step back. “Almost ready now.” He smiled crookedly. Copter looked confused.

“Almost?”

Kimmon nodded placing his hands on Copter’s hips and flipping the smaller guy around. Something black was put on Copter’s front swiftly and he can feel P’Kim tying up the strings. He looked down and found himself in a Kim’s Café apron.

“Now you’re ready.” Kimmon turned Copter around again to face him. For the thousandth time, Copter wondered why he let this tall barista manhandle him.

“Now, the first thing about cooking is, you must learn to cut and chop things properly, like inions, vegetables, garlic.” Kimmon placed a chopping board on the granite kitchen counter and handed a knife to Copter.

“Another thing is, if you don’t cut the stuff in proper way, the dish won’t taste like it’s supposed to. Are you with me so far?” Copter nodded swiftly. He’s a student of Computer Science, how hard could it be to learn cooking, right?

After fifteen minutes Copter found out that Computer Science is much easier than cooking. His eyes started to sting and tear up when he tried to slice the inion in to the size P’Kim particularly mentioned.

“You’re tearing up.” P’Kim’s soft drawl came from right behind Copter. He felt the warm breath of the tall man brush against his cheek when P’Kim started dabbing his wet cheeks with a tissue. P’Kim’s front brushed against his back occasionally at their close proximity.

“You’re holding the knife wrong too.” P’Kim’s large hand covered Copter’s small one holding the knife. Goosebumps appeared in his hand when P’Kim’s exposed warm skin brushed against Copter’s. He didn’t know why he felt like squirming at the sensation.