"Because, Zachary," Chris started, heading to pull the coffee pot from the warmer, not even thinking before pulling down another mug and fixing two cups this time around. "I don't know if you remember elementary school health class or not, but breakfast is the most important meal of the day. Also, I'm really fond of high sugar content before 10 a.m."
"You're a child."
"You're a control freak, but hey, we all have our crosses to bear."
"Witty," Zach muttered, eyes locked on the mug Chris was now stirring. As soon as Chris passed over the as-perfect-as-possible-when-it-doesn't-come-from-professionals coffee, Zach leaned a hip against the counter. It really wasn't fair, Chris always thought, that Zach could just waltz into a room and manage to take up every amount of available space without actually doing more than stretching out in a standing position.
"You're making it up to me."
Zach laughed at his tone, tilting his head and sipping quietly for a moment. "Yeah? How, pray tell, am I doing that? What do you want that's so much better to start your day than the reason so many small children are diagnosed with A.D.D.?"
Stepping closer, Chris gave him the most challenging look possible. Zach tugged at Chris' t-shirt until they were practically nose-to-nose. "You already know what I want."His lips quirked into a smirk when Zach leaned in to press their lips together briefly.
"Pancakes?"
"Close."
"Waffles."
"Naturally."
"Only if we still have real syrup. Mrs. Buttersworth doesn't count," Zach reminded Chris, complete with disgusted nose scrunch.
Laughing, Chris went to drag out Zach's syrup from the pantry. "Breakfast snob."
Zach snatched the glass bottle before turning to gather ingredients and the waffle maker. No, Chris was probably never going to get over the fact that Zach actually knew how to make waffles completely from scratch. He also had no desire in learning that particular skill, even though Zach always offered.
"You want me to show you this again?"
Shaking his head even though Zach probably wasn't looking, Chris took his coffee back to the table.
"So, I should know this and I'm going to sound like a dumbass, but what's a five letter word for Tea party crasher?"
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"You're a child."
"You're a control freak, but hey, we all have our crosses to bear."
"Witty," Zach muttered, eyes locked on the mug Chris was now stirring. As soon as Chris passed over the as-perfect-as-possible-when-it-doesn't-come-from-professionals coffee, Zach leaned a hip against the counter. It really wasn't fair, Chris always thought, that Zach could just waltz into a room and manage to take up every amount of available space without actually doing more than stretching out in a standing position.
"You're making it up to me."
Zach laughed at his tone, tilting his head and sipping quietly for a moment. "Yeah? How, pray tell, am I doing that? What do you want that's so much better to start your day than the reason so many small children are diagnosed with A.D.D.?"
Stepping closer, Chris gave him the most challenging look possible. Zach tugged at Chris' t-shirt until they were practically nose-to-nose. "You already know what I want."His lips quirked into a smirk when Zach leaned in to press their lips together briefly.
"Pancakes?"
"Close."
"Waffles."
"Naturally."
"Only if we still have real syrup. Mrs. Buttersworth doesn't count," Zach reminded Chris, complete with disgusted nose scrunch.
Laughing, Chris went to drag out Zach's syrup from the pantry. "Breakfast snob."
Zach snatched the glass bottle before turning to gather ingredients and the waffle maker. No, Chris was probably never going to get over the fact that Zach actually knew how to make waffles completely from scratch. He also had no desire in learning that particular skill, even though Zach always offered.
"You want me to show you this again?"
Shaking his head even though Zach probably wasn't looking, Chris took his coffee back to the table.
"So, I should know this and I'm going to sound like a dumbass, but what's a five letter word for Tea party crasher?"