Onions
Mitch was the one cooking dinner today. Scott was out working with some teens at a local highschool.
Mitch was dressed in a black polo and jeans, with an apron draped in front of his clothes in case something spilt.
He moved around the small kitchen swiftly, his bare feet padding against the wooden flooring.
All his vegetables were laid out on the counter and the spices in a small basket on the window ledge.
Yes, Scott hated vegetables but when Mitch cooked his Italian specialities he couldn't resist. Especially when it was Mike's recipe.
Mitch began chopping up the bell peppers and throwing them in the pan on the stove next to him.
"Shit!" He yelped when he felt something slice his skin.
He dropped the knife on the chopping board and looked at his hands. Blood droplets were dripping from two fingers on his right hand.
He stuck his hand under the water and kept it there to slow down the bleeding. He couldn't reach for the first aid Kit, so he climbed onto the counter to grab it.
"Nononononono! No! Shit. Fuck you vegetables." He screamed.
He jumped off the counter and stirred the vegetables, forgetting about his fingers for the moment.
When he was sure the veggies wouldn't burn, he put on 2 band aids on his fingers to stop the bleeding.
Mitch turned his attention back to his meal when he finished taking care of his fingers.
He started cutting the onion. The acid that was released by the onion caused Mitch's eyes to tear up.
Scott opened the front door and took his shoes and jacket off. He heard small sniffles and sobs coming from the direction of the kitchen.
"Mitchie, baby, why you crying?" He asked, wrapping his arms around Mitch waist.
"It's the onion, babe. Nothing major."
"Don't tell me you making the Peperonata from your Dad's recipe."
"Yes I am."
"No way. Oh my god I love you and your Italian specialities."
"I love you too. Now move so I can finish making food."
Scott moved to sit on the counter on the other side of the kitchen and watched as Mitch hummed a song under his breath and the way he swayed his hips when he walked.
"Quit the staring, Hoying."
"Ooh sassy much."
"Stop and go set the table. I'm almost finished."
Scott jumped off the counter and grabbed two sets of forks and knifes along with two wine glasses. He set that up before returning to the kitchen and pulling out a dark green glass bottle of red wine.
Mitch placed the food on the plates and brought them out to the living room setting the on either ends of the small round table.
"Scott come sit. Dinner is ready." Mitch called, pulling the apron over his head.
Scott came running down the hallway and sitting at the table eagerly.
"Oh my god, this is amazing. As much as I hate vegetables, this is fabulous." Scott said, having a 'foodgasm'.
"Well I'm glad you like it baby." Mitch reached his free hand over the table and placed it over Scott's.
"I love it." He smiled at his boyfriend. "Wait, what have you done to your fingers?" He looked at Mitch's right hand that was on top of his.
"Oh that. I cut them whilst cutting the bell peppers oops." Mitch giggled.
"You need to be more careful."
Mitch giggled at Scott's mother side coming out.
After dinner they sat on the couch cuddling, with Wyatt curled up in Mitch's lap. They were watching Fast and Furious 7.
"I want our relationship to be as perfect and Mia's and Brian's." Mitch said.
"Our relationship is already perfect." Scott kissed his head and hugged him closer.
"We make a cute couple. Like Beyoncé and Jay-Z." Mitch giggled.
"That's because you're that cute."
"Stop!"
"Whatever. By the way your Italian specialities are as perfect as you."
Mitch giggled and turned his attention back to the movie.
By the end of the movie they were cuddled up on the couch with Mitch asleep, his head resting on Scott's shoulder and Wyatt curled up in a ball in Scott's lap.
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