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Caramel

Liam's hands ached as he stirred the runny golden syrup.

The twenty-five-year-old man owned a bakery passed down to him from his father, who earned it from his father. The bakery had been the family for three generations and it was now Liam's responsibility to maintain it. The shop was very popular, with up to 60 customers a day. Everything in the bakery was hand made, so that meant Liam had to make all cakes the day before, as he was now.

He was stirring vigorously, as his grandfather's instructions said, even if it made his hand want to fall off. Drops of golden caramel were on the steel counter, but Liam paid no mind to them. All he wanted to do was to improve his syrup.

The baker had been trying to perfect his caramel syrup which had received some... complaints that it was too sweet. It was caramel... what did they expect? Liam couldn't ignore the complaints when they piled up though, so here he was struggling for two hours trying to perfect it. He would call his husband-to-be every time his finished making a bowl, saddened when he would say it needed development. You would think that a game and comic designer would say that.

Liam beat the liquid for over 10 minutes and he swore he was getting a workout. At least it would pay off if it failed. When the caramel reached a smooth, silky consistency, he dipped his finger in the white bowl before he tasted it. His eyes widened as he stared at the bowl.

"Zeeee!" He called out loud to his fiancé.

"Yes, Li?" The baker heard as Zayn, his fiancé, hugged him from behind. "Am I tasting again?" He asked with a smirk as he looked down at the glistening caramel in the bowl. Zayn had quite the sweet tooth, so being in love with a baker was his dream come true.

"Are you complaining?" Liam asked grinning as he tasted the caramel again. "I thought you loved being my taster."

"You know I do... even if it's horrible." Zayn said smiling, earning a fake gasp from Liam.

"You thought the last bowl was horrible?" The baker said dramatically, making Zayn laugh.

"You said it yourself, baby."

The last bowl of caramel he made was indeed, terrible. There was too much sugar and not enough vanilla, leaving a sharp and sour after taste. He wasn't proud, as it took quite the blow to his baker ego, so Liam wasted no time as he dipped his finger in the delicious caramel again, shoving it into his fiancé's mouth. The baker turned around as he patiently waited to see his reaction.

Zayn closed his eyes as the sweet flavour coated his tongue as he hummed with delight. He licked his lips as he savoured the perfect taste of the syrup.

"Shit," Zayn said as he opened his eyes to his fiancé grinning like an idiot. "That's perfect. Oh god. I can still taste it... really good, Li."

"You like it?" Liam asked, blushing lightly with a wide smile on his face.

"Fuck yeah, Li," Zayn confirmed, dipping his own two fingers in and licking them clean. "We need to try this with cake."

At his request, Liam rushed to the gigantic fridge opposite the counter and pulled out a leftover slice of his best selling plain vanilla. He walked back to his fiancé watching as he still tasted the syrup, shooing him away when he started using a spoon after he snatched it from his grasp.

Liam drizzled the golden sauce over the fluffy cake, watching as the sponge-like food slowly sucked it in. Zayn watched with hungry eyes as Liam turned to him, handing him the spoon.

"Go ahead," Liam said. He chuckled at Zayn's quick motions, digging into the slice and shoving a piece in his mouth. The older man, although he wasn't acting like it, let out a long groan as he jumped in glee.