[USUK] Cupcakes are the Devil

Welcome Home...?

You could say Allen was pretty mad at the moment.

Call him whatever you want--but he was looking forward to spending some well deserved cuddle time with Oliver once he got home from his business trip. Being gone for over a month had caused his heart (and willpower) to get mushy. His hotel bed was football fields too large without the warmth of a smiling freckeley face and soft cooed 'goodmorning' to help him get up. He briefly mulled over the thought of whether or not it could be considered a form of torture what he had ended up going through as he haphazardly threw his remaining luggage into the car and sped home to greet his lover again.

Sure, he knew he was a bit of a...prickly person to be around. It's all he ever heard from people when he first met them. But he knew Oli would be at the door and ready to give him one of his old-fashioned 'welcome back' hugs and that's all that mattered. With crimson colored eyes and scars littering his arms and face from past confrontations, he knew that he didn't have much luck of getting many friends to throw him parties or tell him they were happy to see him. All he needed was his Oli.

Not like he would tell him that, of course.

His vision of what would happen after he rung the doorbell danced around in his mind; almost deliriously he wondered if he would be able to smell the scent of fresh-baked cupcakes and breakfast tea ready for him in the house as the excited brit launched into the many questions he was dying to ask Allen about his trip and, 'if he made any new friends and it's okay if you didn't, love, there's always next time'. After waiting a few moments and hearing no movement behind the door, he frowned and peeked through the shutters. He knew he was coming back today, right? He normally would answer the door like a rocke-

Was that a squeak?

He squinted and instead looked through the peephole this time, noticing a tuft of hair just below the frame of the hole itself. 

"Oliver...? I know that's you." He said aloud, hoping to placate his seemingly nervous boyfriend by indicating it was him and not some scary salesperson. Slowly, the door handle unlocked and the door opened only an inch. Out popped Oliver's head, the pale blond locks looking more disheveled than normal and his normally bright blue eyes circled by red.

Huh?

"H...Have you been crying?" Allen asked cautiously, all aggravation at the situation gone and replaced with concern. 

The door was about to shut again before Allen shoved his foot into the door, opening the door wide and pushing his way in. He huffed irritably and gave his now flustering lover a look.

He failed to keep his jaw from dropping at the sight of a very round Oliver looking at him shyly from underneath his bangs.