"I know," Tristan grumbled a little, trying not to sound too ornery. He sat up, pulling his bathrobe more around himself. When he got out of his bed, he tugged at Chase's hand. "I'm guessing he's gonna ask if you still wanna make cookies with me…"
Chase smiled a little, stretching for a second before standing, “Cookies do sound nice,” He let out a yawn before following Tristan back downstairs to see his father. (Sorry that’s so short…)
(Hhh you're good.)
Tristan smiled. "You better be ready…" He grabbed one of Chase's hands and pulled him back down stairs. "Yyeah, what is it?"
"There you are…" His dad turned around on a stool at the counter. "I was still wondering if you were still planning to make cookies today– you just disappeared before I wanted to talk to you."
He nodded. "We're still gonna make some, don't worry…"
Chase gave a smile, “Yeah, I hope I’m not to much trouble…” He mumbled shyly, standing slightly behind Tristan bashfully. He always felt so awkward, but being with Tristan gave him some relief.
"Remember?" Tristan glanced back up at him. "You're gonna help me."
"And I'm gonna help you both to make sure you don't do something like Tristan did that one time–"
His hands flew up. "We don't talk about that!" He snapped playfully. "But… For now…" He tried to change the subject, but a little redness touched his face. "….Let's just get into it…"
Chase smiled playfully a little bit as Tristan’s blushing. He rolled up his sleeves, before stretching again, then moving to wash his hand quickly but not sloppily. He’d hate if he caused someone to get sick when he was there guest. A guest on a date…
Tristan set Graham on the counter next to where his dad was working on his laptop, and he then joined Chase at the sink to wash his hands as well. "I don't really know how to make them off the top of my head," He said while he wrinsed the soap off. "But… I know exactly how to follow directions…." He picked up the notecard his dad got out for him and took a look at it– it was in his grandmother's handwriting, and it was for 'The Best Sugar Cookies on Earth.'
Chase laughed a tiny bit, leaning closer to Tristan- forgetting they weren’t the only ones in the room, “Looks good. Where’s the flour?” Chase asked with a tiny smile, just barely resisting to sneak a kiss from Tristan.
He pointed to a cabinet near the fridge under the counter. "It should be right down in there… It's in a clear, tall plastic container…." He shuffled over to grab butter, eggs and milk and all that good stuff from the fridge. …I hope these turn out at least mediocre… The last time he made cookies… They weren't even really edible.
Chase grabbed the flour, getting a measuring cup ready that he found too. He grabbed some extra measuring cups to get the other ingredients ready, a warm tingle in his heart. Just being with Tristan was nice.
Tristan got the electric mixer situated, with a large stainless steel bowl under it. "I hope we can do this all in one night… It says we have to chill the dough for a couple hours when we're done– but we'll worry about that later."
He put out all the stuff and had Chase bring the flour. He measured it out accordingly and put it in the bowl first. _Please let this turn out feasible…
Chase smiled, watching Tristan work with a tiny smile and shifting so he leaning his head on his boyfriend’s shoulder boldly. “I like the smell of cookie dough…” Chase remarked softly, a warm smile, “It’s like a… circle… if that makes any sense…” It doesn’t, stupid stupid stupid…
"Well, I think it'd make more sense if you elaborated a little more…" He prepared to put the eggs in, but when he cracked it, some shell fell into the bowl. "Ooh no…" Tristan grumbled, reaching in. I gotta learn how to do that properly…
“Well…” Chase tilted his head a little, “It’s soft and… like a pastel pink…” Chase just didn’t know how to form it into words that actually made sense to other people, so he ended up biting his tongue. Chase tried to focus on Tristan instead of himself.
Tristan picked the shell out of the bowl successfully, flicking it into the sink. "I agree…." He totally understood what Chase was going through, but not at a very deep level. He finished mixing stuff and turned the mixer off, removing the bowl from the stand underneath. "Now… We have to let this chill for an hour or so…"
“Alright, what should we do until then?” Chase asked softly, a tiny smile appearing on his face. He wouldn’t mind snuggling for a little bit… (sorry this is so short)
“Whatever you want,” Tristan shrugged, shutting the bowl in the fridge. “Remember, you’re my guest. I tend to your needs.” He glanced at him and grinned warmly. “….Whatever you want….” Whatever makes him happy makes me happy…
Chase blushed a little, “Well, I wouldn’t mind going back upstairs,” And cuddling. He left the last words unsaid, glancing at Tristan’s father before looking back to Tristan and giving a little smile.
"Well…." Tristan traced his toe on the hardwood floor. "I was thinking that my dad would go and order pizza by now…"
He continued working, not looking at him as he said, "I understand you want dinner, but it's not even five thirty yet. And I'll go and pick it up when it's ready."
Tristan rolled his eyes and lead Chase back upstairs. "I guess we can spend a little time back upstairs…."
Chase smiled a tiny bit, following Tristan back upstairs as his smile grew. When they got to Tristan’s room, Chase plopped back onto his bed and pulled a blanket over him with a grin, “I wanna cuddle,” He even gave Tristan puppy eyes to accompany it.
(Oof he forgot Graham…)
Tristan tried to control a quirky smile that came to his face. "I've never heard you so straightforward before… Nonetheless…." He got on his bed, snuggling in at Chase's side. "…I want to cuddle too."
Chase wrapped his arms around Tristan immediately, closing his eyes and smiling warmly. He felt… loved, for once in his life. It was like a little ember in his chest, glowing brighter by the second.
Tristan closed his eyes as well, soaking up all the love he was given. "…. There is nothing more I want than to be with you…." He returned his hug, pecking him sweetly on his neck. Holy cow….
Chase’s heart fluttered, and he tilted his head a little for Tristan. He loved him, Chase loved Tristan so much. This was better- better than anything he’s ever have in his life.
Tristan rested his head for a little bit, just letting the moment take its place. "…Sometimes I wonder…." He said softly, shifting his hips. Why do people judge? He tried his best to ignore the thought, but it kept coming back. "….It's not fair at all…." He uttered under his breath.
“What’s not fair?” Chase asked softly, snuggling closer to Tristan and resting his head on his chest, listening to his steady heartbeat. It was a comforting rythmn of ba-dump, ba-dump, ba-dump…
“I just don’t understand why the world’s so judgemental….” Tristan shook his head, feeling a strange tingling sense in the arcs of his feet. “I mean…” He burrowed into Chase’s shoulder. “I just don’t understand why people bug you when they could just as equally tease me for the same thing.”
“Well, they never knew you… liked guys…” Chase said quietly, “Just… when they found out about me…” Chase bit his lip, taking a deep breath. He hadn’t ever told anyone this story, not even his father. Only him, Kemp, and Jacob knew about it.
"That's true. I never told anyone. Not even my parents…." I'm just such a mystery….. Tristan felt his connection deepen even more, and he hugged him tighter, the pit of his gut tingling with overreacting nerves. "But… What happened when they found out?… Whom ever they might be…?" He drew back to see his eyes.
“I…” Chase felt his eyes water -he was pathetic- and he moved to press his head in Tristan’s neck as he let the words tumble from his lips, “They were teasing me for my synesthesia -Kemp and Jacob, that is- and Kemp made an off joke, saying that I’d just need to be gay and I’d complete the freak package. And then- and then I said that liking guys didn’t make someone a freak, and that it didn’t matter what my sexuality was. That was- that was the first time I stood up to them. And they knew- th-they knew that I was gay when I t-tried to defend myself…” Chase let out a sniffle, and then another as hot tears escaped from his eyes, “They t-told everyone and- and then m-my d-dad found out a-and—“ Chase stopped, biting his tongue to keep from sobbing. Pathetic, pathetic, pathetic, I’m crying over nothing…
