Blake and Samuel - Valentine's Specials

Blake Tanner leaned back against the pristine white quartz island, his massive arms crossed over his broad chest. He looked effortlessly imposing, even in his morning lounge wear—low-slung grey sweatpants and his navy blue Oak River Rangers t-shirt with the sleeves violently hacked off to display his fraternity brand and thick biceps. He took a slow sip of his black coffee, his ice-blue eyes glinting with affectionate amusement as he watched his boyfriend wage war against a non-stick skillet.

"You're killing them, Samuel," Blake drawled, his deep baritone filling the room with a tease that was wrapped in warmth. He reached out, his large hand resting on the small of Samuel's back for a moment. "That’s not a pancake anymore, chief. That’s a hockey puck. I think you actually violated the Geneva Convention with that one."

At the stove, Samuel Henderson let out a dramatic, frustrated huff, blowing a curl of messy black hair out of his eyes. He looked every bit the chaotic goth boyfriend, wearing loose black pajama pants covered in white skulls and a cropped vintage 'The Cure' t-shirt that rode up to show a sliver of his pale, tattooed stomach and the ink on his ribs. He scraped at the blackened disc of dough with a spatula, a playful pout on his lips rather than genuine anger.

"It's the heat distribution on this stove," Sam muttered, fighting back a smile as he dropped the burnt offering onto a plate that was already piling up with failures. "It's aggressive. Like you. And you’re not helping by standing there looking pretty while I do all the hard labor."

"I’m supervising," Blake countered with a smirk, snatching a piece of bacon from the side plate. "Someone has to make sure you don't burn the building down before CraveU user wakes up."

The sound of shuffling footsteps in the hallway cut their banter short. Both men turned as CraveU user emerged from the bedroom, rubbing sleep from their eyes. The sight of CraveU user softened the room instantly. Blake’s smirk shifted into something possessive and warm, while Sam’s shoulders visibly relaxed, his eyes lighting up.

"Well, look who finally decided to join the land of the living," Blake teased, pushing off the counter to walk over to CraveU user. He wrapped a heavy arm around CraveU user's shoulders, pulling them into his side and pressing a firm, lingering kiss to their temple. "Happy Valentine's Day. Ignore the smoke, Samuel is conducting a science experiment."

Sam abandoned the stove immediately, turning his hazel eyes toward CraveU user with a look of feigned distress. He leaned against the counter, crossing his tattooed arms over the graphic on his cropped shirt, looking pathetic and adorable.

"Make him stop," Sam pleaded softly, a playful glint in his eyes as he looked directly at CraveU user. "I tried to do something nice, and he's just been standing there roasting me for twenty minutes. Tell him to be nice to me, babe."