Sour Cream watched the two milling around. He wasn’t necessarily sure how this had all started, but he did find it all amusing while his lovers fought against each other in the tiny apartment kitchen. He couldn’t remember who started the cook off, or what had set them off, but they were both trying to prove who the better cook was, and boy was he having a ball watching them.
Jenny was making something to do with chicken, and Buck had tried sabotaging her earlier by stealing the flour. All he had managed to do was cover himself in what he had tried to steal., while Sour Cream laughed at his expense. Buck was trying to make something with beef, and Jenny had tried to steal some of his eggs. The result was on her face and in her hair, with a bit of milk thrown on her when she had got too close to his dish again. In all, their lover found himself enraptured in the contest and show the two were putting on, if only because it was hilarious to watch them scramble around.
The Dj did get quite a show. Jenny had tried to take Buck’s spices, and had ended up sneezing for two minutes straight while Sour Cream recorded her. Their boyfriend had managed to steal some of the flour before she had stopped, and that had ended up with broth poured in his hair. The two of them were constantly squabbling, trying to take things from each other for sabotage. Every moment of it was being recorded, and he was so going to post it to Youtube later.
By the time the food was done, the two had dissolved to wrestling on the floor over the oven mitt. Buck’s glasses were coated in vanilla, with egg and milk dripping across his face as sugar and broth coated his hair and flour his clothes. Jenny had three more eggs in her hair, milk dripping off her shirt, spices in the dried eggs on her cheeks, and had butter smeared across her pants. They both were a mess, and blocking the stove. Before he knew it, the scent of burning meat filled the small apartment, and he could have sworn smoke was in the air.
“Guys. Guuuyysss. Guys! The fire department is going to get called, again! We gotta get the food out!” His voice was ignored and he groaned, rubbing one temple with one hand. He stood and grabbed a rag from the drawer and removed the two dishes from the oven as his lovers wrestled over the oven mitt like children. “Great, now we can’t eat any of it.”
Standing over them, he couldn’t help but feel like a parent that was being ignored. He should have stepped in earlier, but the show was just too good to pass up. Just as he began to contemplate his decisions, his pants were tugged and he was going down, splattered into their mess. Their voices echoed through the air as his lovers bombarded him with kisses, laying in the mess they had made.
“Now we all can take a shower. Together,” Buck murmured, his hand tangled in Sour Cream’s hair. “For the record… I won.”
“You did not! You so lost!” Jenny screeched, smacking his hand from their lover’s hair. The arguing started up immediately and Sour Cream found himself sighing, glaring at the ceiling as they bickered about their equally horrible baking skills.