kitchen confession

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        "well, do you want to help or not?" andrei asked pierre, both of them standing in the kitchen to pierres estate. pierres face flashed red and he fumbled his fingers together and he nodded unable to get out any words. this was normal for pierre, or so andrei thought. everytime they were together pierre turned red and was always fumbling with something, he had just assumed pierre was a naturally nervous person. "we could make a family recipe, i know it by heart" andrei added, filling in the space of pierres nervous silence. "its crepes, they wont be too hard to make but they wont be as good as mary makes them when she lets the batter out over night" pierre smiled at andrei reminiscing, "arent crepes french? i thought you hated the french" pierre blurted out, it sounded a bit invasive, but after being friends their whole life pierre had never once known about andrei being even a little french. andrei brushed off pierres question and welcomed himself into the cabinets searching for bowls and a pan. without exchanging a word, andrei continued to look around for ingredients before he had set everything onto the counter. "come here and stand in front of this bowl, your on ingredients" andrei motioned with his hand for pierre to come over, to which he did. he stood behind the shorter man and guided pierres hands with his own, "ill help you" andrei added. pierre blushed red at the warmth of his friends strong hands, "like ratatouille?" pierre smiled, lightening his own stress. andrei let out a chuckle, "i suppose so, but i am not a rodent" he responded warmly. andrei guided pierres hands to mix together the flour, sugar, and as they grabbed a small pinch of salt, andrei had his fun with teaching pierre to lightly drizzle it in, since pierre, well, wasnt exactly the best cook. "you think you can crack 2 eggs without any shells?" andrei asked pierre, silently hoping even for a moment that pierre could say no, wanting to hold him throughout the whole process of cooking. but pierre nodded his head and cracked the eggs into the bowl, setting the shells aside. pierre knew to add milk next, and then mix both bowls before combining, which left andrei to lean against the marble counter top and wander away into thought. he felt like a fool, he had hinted so much to his dear friend of his affection, but yet he had never responded in any way. "are you alright? andrei?" pierre stood, looking up at andrei, looking a bit worried. "oh. apologies, what were you saying?" andrei responded, completely unsure if pierre had been talking while cooking. "oh. nothing, sorry" pierre awnsered nervously. andrei nodded silently, "thank you for finishing the recipe" he added aloud, taking pierres hand and licking his finger to get the batter off, squeezing his hand against pierres before starting to walk over to where the pan sat beside the stove top. "i dont get it!" pierre blurted. andrei turned his head, he caught a glimpse of pure pain in pierres eyes, turning around fully. "pierre?" "no! dont fake sympathy on me. you always do this." pierre paused, sniffling and wiping his eyes, he sounded as if he was out of breath, "you lead me on as if you love me, and then you go out with girls like nothing we've ever done matters to you! well it matters to me, i love you andrei, i always have." "oh, oh no, petrushka.." andrei walked back over to pierre and held him into his arms. "no, pierre." pierre sniffled in correction, still atempting to hold back his sobs, "dont call me that... you dont mean it. you dont love me to use that name. dont lie to me" andrei pressed a soft kiss to pierres forehead, "pierre... i do love you. so, so So much.." and with those words, pierre let out a loud sob, burying his face into andreis chest, crying until he started hiccuping and was almost unable to breathe. andrei held pierres shoulders and pulled him back for a moment, "petrushka, breathe, its alright.." he rubbed a coarse thumb against pierres cheek, wiping away a tear, and rubbed his other hand against pierres back, "im here, but please dont cry" he smiled warmly at pierre after saying those words. pierre calmed his tears, tears of joy and gratitude, and looked into andreis bright eyes. no words were exchanged, but andrei knew why pierre was crying, if andrei wasnt so good at keeping everything in he wouldve cried too, all the unspoken words that they had shared now, all the emotions they had kept from each other. andrei tangled his fingers through pierres hair, and then pressed a kiss onto his lips, "so, how about those crepes?" he smiled, reaching for pierres tender hand.

a/n. 817 words.