(Oof imma bit confuzzed on positioning here….)
Tristan couldn't help but smile, keeping both Chase and Graham close to him. I'm glad things were able to work out… He closed his eyes. For my mom not to be here… And for Chase to be able to come over… It's like I'm in heaven.
(^Kinda like the pink one to the left, Chase is laying his head on Tristan’s chest)
“I love you,” Chase murmured softly, breathing in Tristan and trying to memorize this moment. He wanted to hold it with him forever- he wanted to be with Tristan for as long as he could.
(Okay I thought it was more like the other pink one when Tristan got on the bed…)
Tristan wrapped his arms around Chase tight, feeling them both sink into the bed. At that point, he didn't really feel like getting up and making cookies, let alone sit up in the bed. "I love you too…" He was happy that the words were no longer too foreign to him, and that he could tell him that without the slightest twinge of redness or gut twist.
(Either one works)
Chase found himself not wanting to sit up, not wanting to leave. And he knew he shouldn’t, he knew his father would hate him, but he was falling in love. He knew it was probably a mistake, getting so attached to Tristan. The worse part was that he didn’t want to this -them- to end.
Tristan leaned over and pecked Chase's forehead nicely. "I want today to last forever…." He touched his nose to his forehead then. "With my mom gone, and you here with me, it's like it couldn't get any better…." He cupped a hand to the side Chase's face, thumbing his cheek slowly.
“You’re perfect…” Chase whispered, “Like the mornings when the birds are chirping melodies at dawn, and dew is still on the leaves… And it’s warm. Like a blanket…” He added softly, then tugged Tristan an little closer.
"Perfect….?" He echoed his word, drawing back to look at him in the eyes. "….I'd say I'm not as perfect as you think…" Perfect? Me? No way…. Tristan brought their lips together in another harmonizing kiss.
Chase melted in Tristan’s arms, kissing him back softly before pulling away just a smidge to tell him, “You’re perfect… you’re perfect for me.” He gently kissed Tristan again, the moment so soft and round. He didn’t want it to end.
Tristan shifted a little only to get the best position to get the full effect of Chase's warmth. "You're just as perfect as I am…"
He put his left leg over Chase's right and didn't hesitate another second before he got close enough so that all he could do was just give him what he wanted.
He barely heard his dad yell his name from downstairs in the kitchen. "Tristan!!"
Chase jumped a little, reluctantly pulling away as he mumbled, “You should probably go talk to him…” He rah a hand through his curly hair to get it out of his face and give himself something to distract himself. If not, he would’ve been kissing Tristan again.
"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…"