"Am I doing this right?" Alex sighs, beating butter and sugar about like a lunatic.
"Not at all mate." George giggles, coming up behind him, "Want me to show you?"
"Please." He nods.
"Okay so we want the pastry to be as thin as possible, otherwise it won't cut properly."
The pair are attempting to make an apple pie on Instagram live but it's proving difficult due to Alex's lack of baking knowledge.
They had a load of caster sugar leftover from the previous Eboys video and so decided to make something of it.
Standing beside his boyfriend, George guides him through the steps. Alex appreciates how patient he's being.
After practically battering an egg, it's time to add the flour, an action neither of the two are mature enough for.
"Do you want to do this with me?"
"Sure." Alex smiles, facing the camera.
Before they know it, white powder is flying everywhere, George throws it over Alex as he squeals.
"Stop!" He whines, chasing him around the kitchen.
"You stop." George chuckles, an egg in his hand.
"Is that supposed to be threatening?" Alex wheezes, grabbing the bag of sugar.
"Don't you dare!"
"Or what?" He grins, stepping closer.
The fans don't know they're dating so they're trying to keep things on the down low. It has been going well up until now.
"Or this." George snatches him, striking Alex to the ground.
"George I swear to God!" He laughs, now covered from top to bottom in white.
"You look like a snowman." George leers, walking over to read what the viewers are saying.
"Alex is so cute." He reads with a grin, "he is isn't he?" George responds, admiring him softly.
Alex blushes at this, going back to whisking.
"You got the hang of it yet?"
"I think so."
They continue on in comfortable silence until George notices Alex massaging his hand.
"What's up?" He raises an eyebrow.
"My arm's tired..I can't do it." He laughs.
"Let me help you."
Taking Alex's hand in his own, he picks up the wooden spoon, attempting to smooth the contents together.
They lock eyes midway, a blush spreading across their cheeks.
It's reasons like this that George is grateful he wears a mask.
"George should cover Alex in more ingredi-" he stops reading when he realises.
"I'm good thank yo-" Alex doesn't get to finish, George lobbing apple slices at his head.
"Right that's it." He runs at him, pouring cinnamon all down his front.
"Al you idiot!"
The stream are finding this exceedingly entertaining, observing as the two wreck the kitchen.
"It's all on my mask." He pouts, wiping it off.
After several laps around the worktop, chucking whatever they can back and forth, George decides to take things further.
He reaches for another egg and hides it in his apron pocket, pretending to carry on stirring the mixture.
Much to his desire, Alex joins him behind the counter. George spins on his heel, egging him on instance.
"GEORGE!" He whines.
"Sorry ba-mate."
"George you d-COME HERE!" He yells, eyeing him as he runs away.
He chases George downstairs and then back up, both re-entering the room from behind the laptop.
"Alex please don't!" He giggles, Alex standing with the batter.
"Give me one reason why no-"
He's interrupted by George reaching a hand around his neck and rubbing his thumb along his cheek in a circular motion.
Alex snickers lightly as he's pulled down to meet George's height.
He chucks his mask on the floor and leans in to kiss him, something he's been itching to do since the start of the stream.
They pull away and grin at each other, Alex going back for more.
Dropping the bowl on the ground, he smashes George against the wall, edging closer to him.
"Al we're still live." George whispers, quickly remembering.
"Yeah so? Keep quiet and they'll never know." Alex breathes, making it so he's practically on top of him.
George complies, grinning as the kiss gets deeper and more heated.
As George stares into his eyes, Alex grins, seizing the opportunity.
He grabs the pastry mix and pours it all over him.
George just stares at himself in shock, looking like some sort of explosive aftermath.
"ALEX!" He screeches, racing back to the live stream.
"Guys look-look what I have to deal with!" He points over at Alex who stands across from him in the kitchen.
"I hate you. You know that?"
"Don't think you do b-George." He chews his lip.
It might not have been as obvious if George hadn't slipped up earlier too.
The chat's going crazy at this point.
'ImAlexxo3'-'Right, what's all this then?'
'Katie.b165'-'Guys your fans aren't stupid..'
'Trilingual_eboys'-'Can you just admit that you're dating?'
"I think they're onto us." Alex jokes, scanning George's panicked expression.
Unlike Alex who's desperate to show him off, George isn't quite ready, the whole situation daunting to even think about.
Nonetheless his worry fades, beaming as he listens to Alex laughing beside him.
"What is it?"
"Someone said I look like the Michelin Man."
He chuckles in response as they read a few more.
'Gemma666'-'Are you two dating?'
Questions of this sort continue to spam the live, fans very much intrigued.
'Droid_WillNe'-'Well they're not denying it.'
These comments are refusing to die down so George decides to take matters into his own hands.
Leaning his head against Alex's, he interlocks their fingers, smiling from under the mask. Alex looks at him quizzically, conscious of the thousands of fans watching.
Gazing at the clock, Alex deems it time to end the stream,
"Well guys, thank you all for joining, I'm aware that not much baking actually went down..." he giggles.
"Kinda hard to stay focused when your boyfriend's this pretty." George mutters.
Alex's face goes red, "George!"
"What?"
"Well erm..I think you might've just outed us to yanno, everyone." He grins, squeezing his hand tightly.
"Shame." George smirks, reaching his arms around his waist.
Alex ends the live stream, staring at him excitedly.
"George I'm so proud of you."
He turns to face him, "I don't get it though, I thought you wanted to keep us a secret?"
"I thought I did." He admits, "But seeing how happy you were, reading those comments, I realised nothing else mattered."
Alex grins at this, kissing him softly, George pulls away to speak,
"I want people to know that you're mine Al. I'm sick of watching people hit on you in clubs and not being able to say anything. I'm done with having to introduce you as my best mate. I'm tired of having to hide my affection for you infront of our friends and I'm fed up of our fans shipping us, knowing just how supportive they'd be yet not being able to tell them we're together."
Burying his head in George's chest, Alex brings him closer, entwining their hands once again.
"Then let's tell them." He smiles.
"Really?"
"Yeah if you think it's time. I've wanted to tell people for ages but I knew you weren't ready."
"Then let's do it." George grins.
"Okay, want to film tomorrow?"
He nods in response before looking at his arms, visibly aware of how grubby they are.
"I'm going to need a shower to wash all this off." George gestures to himself.
"I think I might need one too."
He pulls Alex into his arms, gently pecking his forehead.
"Why don't we share one? To save water of course.."
"Oh yeah..of course." He smirks, following George into his bathroom.
