Easton Knight is your stereotypical Alpha. Extremely handsome with a deep voice, broad shoulders, and a sleeky tall figure. But he is also ruthless, arrogant, disciplined, and the list goes on. He is never kind to anyone but his family. Being twenty...
"Casserole" he stated with delight visible in his voice.
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Easton was kind of relieved. What can go wrong with making something as simple as Casserole, right?
Wrong.
As the lid went open and the dish was presented. "Tada!" Easton had an image of Casserole in his mind, 'cause he enjoyed Italian food, but the one in front of him wasn't anywhere near the Casserole he thought he would eat. The upper cheesy part was kind of burnt, which definitely was the result of putting it in the oven for more than needed. The ham used was sticking out making it look not as clean as Easton like, but well.
"Ah!" he nervously laughed and looked at Blake, who was holding an excited expression on his face. "It looks a-awesome"
"It does? I knew it. Now, taste" he gave Easton a fork and knife as he sat on the bed, next to the alpha, and eagerly awaited the reply. Easton nodded taking the weapons for the war and cut a small piece of the dish, that look kindof edible. Blake encouraged the older alpha to take the bite in. The other man smiled and put the fork, with the sliced part in his mouth.
".........................."
The taste felt burnt in the beginning but that got shadowed with the taste of chilies, which made it taste hot. The creaminess of cheese kicked in the next minute making Easton "hum". He unconsciously closed his eyes eating it, as the vegetables came in, which was the best part for a veggie-freak like Easton.
He opened his eyes and looked at Blake who was now sitting on his legs folded backward waiting for Easton's response, bouncing back and forth. It made Easton's heart raise just at the sight. He never in life thought something like a burnt Casserole made by another man who wasn't even his family yet, will taste so fucking good. If it would've been made by anyone else, the whole packhouse would've shaken with the alpha's anger. It was clumsy, burnt, and tasted nothing like "The" Casserole, yet Easton couldn't stop the tickles he felt in his stomach, eating it.
Because it wasn't the dish that tasted good, it was the fact that Blake made it with his heart out. Forhim.
He put the fork down making Blake follow his hands and then looked at Blake with disappointed eyes. Blake didn't notice when, his back and forth motion stopped, his brows furrowed, his lips formed a pout while he looked at Easton with puppy eyes. It broke his heart to see Easton not enjoying something he made and looked at him in a disappointing way. "Is it-?" his words were swallowed by the kiss Easton placed on his pouted lips. A sweet moan followed and the alpha pulled back.
The older alpha stroked Blake's cheek, who was more confused than before. "It doesn't taste the best but it's good" he smiled which made the other alpha let out a breath of relief. "We can make it together next time, hm?" he suggests making Blake nod enthusiastically.
"Yes!" he smiles and takes the fork to eat the breakfast. Easton closed his ears knowing Aziel will wince at the voice that will be out in the next second. "THIS TASTE LIKE SHIT!" Blake yells, making Easton groan.
