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dinnertime

Clay gazed over at George from where he sat in the living room, a dumb smile spread on his face. He's perfect.

"What are you staring at?" George laughed. He stood in the kitchen at the stove, with an apron draped over him.

"Just you, of course," he smiled.

George rolled his eyes. "You've seen me a thousand times, stop being a tryhard romantic. You could be useful and set the table."

Defeated, Clay retrieved a couple plates and forks from their respective places and settled them on the small table in an orderly fashion. Once his simple task was completed, he returned to the kitchen.

He snuck his arms around his boyfriend's waist, nestling his head on George's shoulder. "I've seen lots of beautiful things a thousand times, but I still think they're beautiful. You're not any different."

George scoffed lightly. "You're annoying." But he didn't stay annoyed for long because his slight frown turned into a smile.

"What? I'm just trying to give you my love!" Clay whined, letting go of his beloved.

George removed their meal from where it rested in the pan, and onto a platter from which it would be served. "Mhm, I get it."

"Why are you so mean today?" Clay asked, though a bit jokingly.

George turned to face him. "I'm not being mean, dork," he smiled. "You're just running out of lovey-dovey things to say. Go sit down, I'll bring this in."

Clay obeyed, settling down in his usual spot. George took his apron off and laid it on the counter before carrying the platter in. He gave Clay a serving, and then gave one to himself.

The man watched as George joined him in sitting, and take a bite.

George met Clay's gaze. "You can eat now, you know."

"I know," Clay mused, and did so. 

Holy fuck.

"George, how did you-" he began. His mouth was still partially full, so he politely swallowed before continuing. "How did you get it to taste like this? It's incredible!"

George offered a small smile. "Just seasonings and stuff. It's no different than what I usually make."

"Your cooking is always amazing, but this.. ah, it's just so good!" He absolutely loved the taste of it, and he felt like he could live on it if he could.

Slowly, but surely, their meals came to an end. With a barren plate and the platter empty, Clay savored what flavor was left in his mouth.

"God, I know I've already said it, but this was just incredible."

"Thank you," George replied. "I'm not sure what I did different, but this was by far my favorite dinner of the week."

Clay nodded in agreement.

They silently agreed on picking up, carrying their dishes to the kitchen.

Clay began to run the water in the sink, lathering the sponge with soap. The least I could do in return for the meal of my life is wash up.

While Clay worked on the few dishes in the sink, George stood by to help dry them.

"I feel bad," George said suddenly.

Clay turned to look at his boyfriend quizzically, handing him another dish. "How come?"

"I don't know. I feel like that guy had a life," George said, gesturing to the bin across from them.

Inside the bin were a few dismembered limbs, some stained in a deep crimson liquid, which ran down the sides of the bin as well.

Clay shrugged.

"I'm sure he'd be happy to know he made a good meal."

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this one is vEry short but like 👀

ahaha i probably could have made this better but i just wanted it to be a quick lil thing with a sudden twist at the end yknow so this was born

also i did not plan to be up at three in the morning on a device that was not mine to write a 550 word oneshot but i mean, i guess

ily and g'bye <3